首页 >出版文学> Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes>第50章
  ”Onewouldthinkthatwewerethecriminals。Letushavehimarrestedonhisarrival。””Itwouldbetoruintheworkofthreemonths。Weshouldgetthebigfish,butthesmallerwoulddartrightandleftoutofthenet。OnMondayweshouldhavethemall。No,anarrestisinadmissible。””Whatthen?””WeshallgetoutatCanterbury。””Andthen?””Well,thenwemustmakeacross-countryjourneytoNewhaven,andsoovertoDieppe。MoriartywillagaindowhatIshoulddo。HewillgetontoParis,markdownourluggage,andwaitfortwodaysatthedepot。Inthemeantimeweshalltreatourselvestoacoupleofcarpet-bags,encouragethemanufacturesofthecountriesthroughwhichwetravel,andmakeourwayatourleisureintoSwitzerland,viaLuxembourgandBasle。”
  AtCanterbury,therefore,wealighted,onlytofindthatweshouldhavetowaitanhourbeforewecouldgetatraintoNewhaven。
  Iwasstilllookingratherruefullyaftertherapidlydisappearingluggage-vanwhichcontainedmywardrobe,whenHolmespulledmysleeveandpointeduptheline。”Already,yousee,”saidhe。
  Faraway,fromamongtheKentishwoodsthereroseathinsprayofsmoke。Aminutelateracarriageandenginecouldbeseenflyingalongtheopencurvewhichleadstothestation。Wehadhardlytimetotakeourplacebehindapileofluggagewhenitpassedwitharattleandaroar,beatingablastofhotairintoourfaces。”Therehegoes,”saidHolmes,aswewatchedthecarriageswingandrockoverthepoint。”Therearelimits,yousee,toourfriend’sintelligence。Itwouldhavebeenacoup-de-ma顃rehadhededucedwhatI
  woulddeduceandactedaccordingly。””Andwhatwouldhehavedonehadheovertakenus?””Therecannotbetheleastdoubtthathewouldhavemadeamurderousattackuponme。Itis,however,agameatwhichtwomayplay。Thequestion,nowiswhetherweshouldtakeaprematurelunchhere,orrunourchanceofstarvingbeforewereachthebuffetatNewhaven。”
  WemadeourwaytoBrusselsthatnightandspenttwodaysthere,movingonuponthethirddayasfarasStrasburg。OntheMondaymorningHolmeshadtelegraphedtotheLondonpolice,andintheeveningwefoundareplywaitingforusatourhotel。Holmestoreitopen,andthenwithabittercursehurleditintothegrate。”Imighthaveknownit!”hegroaned。”Hehasescaped!””Moriarty?””Theyhavesecuredthewholegangwiththeexceptionofhim。Hehasgiventhemtheslip。Ofcourse,whenIhadleftthecountrytherewasnoonetocopewithhim。ButIdidthinkthatIhadputthegameintheirhands。IthinkthatyouhadbetterreturntoEngland,Watson。””Why?””Becauseyouwillfindmeadangerouscompanionnow。
  Thisman’soccupationisgone。HeislostifhereturnstoLondon。IfIreadhischaracterrighthewilldevotehiswholeenergiestorevenginghimselfuponme。Hesaidasmuchinourshortinterview,andIfancythathemeantit。Ishouldcertainlyrecommendyoutoreturntoyourpractice。”
  Itwashardlyanappealtobesuccessfulwithonewhowasanoldcampaigneraswellasanoldfriend。WesatintheStrasburgsalle-?mangerarguingthequestionforhalfanhour,butthesamenightwehadresumedourjourneyandwerewellonourwaytoGeneva。
  ForacharmingweekwewandereduptheValleyoftheRhone,andthen,branchingoffatLeuk,wemadeourwayovertheGemmiPass,stilldeepinsnow,andso,bywayofInterlaken,toMeiringen。Itwasalovelytrip,thedaintygreenofthespringbelow,thevirginwhiteofthewinterabove;butitwascleartomethatneverforoneinstantdidHolmesforgettheshadowwhichlayacrosshim。InthehomelyAlpinevillagesorinthelonelymountainpasses,Icouldtellbyhisquickglancingeyesandhissharpscrutinyofeveryfacethatpassedus,thathewaswellconvincedthat,walkwherewewould,wecouldnotwalkourselvesclearofthedangerwhichwasdoggingourfootsteps。
  Once,Iremember,aswepassedovertheGemmi,andwalkedalongtheborderofthemelancholyDaubensee,alargerockwhichhadbeendislodgedfromtheridgeuponourrightclattereddownandroaredintothelakebehindus。InaninstantHolmeshadracedupontotheridge,and,standinguponaloftypinnacle,cranedhisneckineverydirection。Itwasinvainthatourguideassuredhimthatafallofstoneswasacommonchanceinthespring-timeatthatspot。Hesaidnothing,buthesmiledatmewiththeairofamanwhoseesthefulfillmentofthatwhichhehadexpected。
  Andyetforallhiswatchfulnesshewasneverdepressed。Onthecontrary,Icanneverrecollecthavingseenhiminsuchexuberantspirits。AgainandagainherecurredtothefactthatifhecouldbeassuredthatsocietywasfreedfromProfessorMoriartyhewouldcheerfullybringhisowncareertoaconclusion。”IthinkthatImaygosofarastosay,Watson,thatIhavenotlivedwhollyinvain,”heremarked。”Ifmyrecordwereclosedto-nightIcouldstillsurveyitwithequanimity。TheairofLondonisthesweeterformypresence。InoverathousandcasesIamnotawarethatIhaveeverusedmypowersuponthewrongside。
  OflateIhavebeentemptedtolookintotheproblemsfurnishedbynatureratherthanthosemoresuperficialonesforwhichourartificialstateofsocietyisresponsible。Yourmemoirswilldrawtoanend,Watson,uponthedaythatIcrownmycareerbythecaptureorextinctionofthemostdangerousandcapablecriminalinEurope。”
  Ishallbebrief,andyetexact,inthelittlewhichremainsformetotell。ItisnotasubjectonwhichIwouldwillinglydwell,andyetIamconsciousthatadutydevolvesuponmetoomitnodetail。
  Itwasonthe3dofMaythatwereachedthelittlevillageofMeiringen,whereweputupattheEnglischerHof,thenkeptbyPeterSteilertheelder。
  Ourlandlordwasanintelligentman,andspokeexcellentEnglish,havingservedforthreeyearsaswaiterattheGrosvenorHotelinLondon。Athisadvice,ontheafternoonofthe4thwesetofftogether,withtheintentionofcrossingthehillsandspendingthenightatthehamletofRosenlaui。Wehadstrictinjunctions,however,onnoaccounttopassthefallsofReichenbach,whichareabouthalf-wayupthehill,withoutmakingasmalldetourtoseethem。
  Itisindeed,afearfulplace。Thetorrent,swollenbythemeltingsnow,plungesintoatremendousabyss,fromwhichthesprayrollsuplikethesmokefromaburninghouse。Theshaftintowhichtheriverhurlsitselfisaimmensechasm,linedbyglisteningcoal-blackrock,andnarrowingintoacreaming,boilingpitofincalculabledepth,whichbrimsoverandshootsthestreamonwardoveritsjaggedlip。Thelongsweepofgreenwaterroaringforeverdown,andthethickflickeringcurtainofsprayhissingforeverupward,turnamangiddywiththeirconstantwhirlandclamor。Westoodneartheedgepeeringdownatthegleamofthebreakingwaterfarbelowusagainsttheblackrocks,andlisteningtothehalf-humanshoutwhichcamboomingupwiththesprayoutoftheabyss。
  Thepathhasbeencuthalf-wayroundthefalltoaffordacompleteview,butitendsabruptly,andthetravelerhastoreturnashecame。Wehadturnedtodoso,whenwesawaSwissladcomerunningalongitwithaletterinhishand。Itborethemarkofthehotelwhichwehadjustleft,andwasaddressedtomebythelandlord。Itappearedthatwithinaveryfewminutesofourleaving,andEnglishladyhadarrivedwhowasinthelaststageofconsumption。ShehadwinteredatDavosPlatz,andwasjourneyingnowtojoinherfriendsatLucerne,whenasuddenhemorrhagehadovertakenher。Itwasthoughtthatshecouldhardlyliveafewhours,butitwouldbeagreatconsolationtohertoseeanEnglishdoctor,and,ifI
  wouldonlyreturn,etc。ThegoodSteilerassuredmeinapostscriptthathewouldhimselflookuponmycomplianceasaverygreatfavor,sincetheladyabsolutelyrefusedtoseeaSwissphysician,andhecouldnotbutfeelthathewasincurringagreatresponsibility。
  Theappealwasonewhichcouldnotbeignored。Itwasimpossibletorefusetherequestofafellow-countrywomandyinginastrangeland。YetI
  hadmyscruplesaboutleavingHolmes。Itwasfinallyagreed,however,thatheshouldretaintheyoungSwissmessengerwithhimasguideandcompanionwhileI
  returnedtoMeiringen。Myfriendwouldstaysomelittletimeatthefall,hesaid,andwouldthenwalkslowlyoverthehilltoRosenlaui,whereIwastorejoinhimintheevening。AsIturnedawayIsawHolmes,withhisbackagainstarockandhisarmsfolded,gazingdownattherushofthewaters。ItwasthelastthatIwaseverdestinedtoseeofhiminthisworld。
  WhenIwasnearthebottomofthedescentIlookedback。Itwasimpossible,fromthatposition,toseethefall,butIcouldseethecurvingpathwhichwindsovertheshoulderofthehillandleadstoit。Alongthisamanwas,Iremember,walkingveryrapidly。
  Icouldseehisblackfigureclearlyoutlinedagainstthegreenbehindhim。Inotedhim,andtheenergywitwhichhewalkedbuthepassedfrommymindagainasI
  hurriedonuponmyerrand。