Sherlock Holmes and the Sport of Kings by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 单词提示 1.moor 荒原 2.matches 火柴 原文 Chapter 3: John Straker's Pockets "Very interesting." I said. I gave the papers back to Holmes, and he put them away. "So,Watson, what can you tell me?" he asked. I thought for a minute. "This cut on Straker's leg, perhaps he did it with his own knife. When something hits you very hard on the head, and you have a knife in your hand… It can happen,you know." "Very good, Watson, and that's bad news for Fitzroy Simpson." "So,did Simpson do it? do you think?" I said. "Perhaps,"said Holmes, "Let's look at it. Simpson puts opium in the boy's dinner. He goes away and comes back later in the night. He gets into the stables, takes the horse out, and leaves. But the trainer arrives at that moment, sees him,and follows him. The two men fight, and Simpson breaks Straker's head open with his stick. Then Simpson takes the horse. But where or did the horse run away? Is it still out on the moor? And how did Simpson get into the locked stables? I don't know, Watson, I don't know, we must wait and see." When we arrived at Tavistock Station, two men came to meet us. Inspector Gregory was a tall, slow-moving man with blue eyes. And Mr. Ross was small and quick. He was the first to speak, "Very pleased to see you, Mr. Holmes. The Inspector here is working hard, but we need help. We must find poor Straker's killer and I want to find my horse." "Is there any news?" asked Holmes. "Let's talk on the way," the Inspector said, "I'd like you to see everything in the daylight." We were soon out of the little town and upon the brown hills of the moor. Inspector Gregory thought that the killer was Fitzroy Simpson. "Simpson was out in the rain that night. His suit was still wet on the Tuesday."he said, "He had a big stick, and his scarf was in the dead man's hand.That looks bad, Mr. Holmes, very bad." Holmes smiled, "You need more than that, Inspector. The servant Edith,spoke of an envelope, did Simpson say anything about that?" "Yes,he said it had money in it, a £10 note for the stable boy. "What about this other training stables at Capleton?" asked Holmes, "Does Simpson have friends there?" "No,we don't think so, we went to Capleton of course. Their horse Desbrough is the second favorite for the Wessex Cup, and Silas Brown, the trainer, was not friendly with Straker, but we found nothing when we arrived at King's Pyland." Inspector Gregory took us into the trainer's house. "Straker's body is upstairs," he said, "But we have here the things from his pockets and from the ground next to his body. Would you like to see them, Mr.Holmes?" "Very much." said Holmes. We went into the front room, and the Inspector opened a box and put things on a table. There was a box of matches, a small piece of candle, some money, a watch, some papers and a small thin knife. "This is a strange knife." Holmes said. He looked at it carefully and then gave it to me. "What is it, Watson?" "It's an eye knife," I said, "Doctors use these when they cut into an eye. You don't usually see them outside a hospital." "Mm,"said Holmes, "So why did Straker take this knife? It's no good for fighting," "His wife says it was in the bedroom for some days," said Inspector Gregory, "Perhaps he just took it, because it was there on the table." "Perhaps,"said Holmes, "What about these papers?" "One is a letter from Mr. Ross, the others are bills," the Inspector said, "Three of them are bills for the horse's food, and this one is a bill from a dressmaker in London for a Mr. William Derbyshire. He was a friend of Straker's, his wife tells us. His letters sometimes came here and Straker sent them on." "Mrs.William Derbyshire is an expensive lady," said Holmes, looking at the bill, "£25 is a lot of money for just one dress and one hat." He put the bill down and moved to the window. "Inspector,can we go out on the moor now before the light begins to go?" We left the room, and at the front door, we saw a woman. She came up to Inspector Gregory, and put her hand on his arm. "Is there any news?" She said. "No,Mrs. Straker, but here is Mr. Holmes-the famous detective from London. We have him to help us now." "I think I met you a month or two ago, Mrs. Straker," said Holmes, "Let me see… Yes, it was in Plymouth, at a garden party, do you remember?" "No,sir, that wasn't me." "But I remember so well… You had a blue dress and a dark blue hat with white flowers on it." "I don't have a hat with flowers on it, sir. " Mrs. Straker said. "Well,well, I am wrong, then. I am so sorry," Andwith that, Holmes followed the inspector outside. Thefour of us, then walked past the stables and up onto the moor. Afterten minutes, Inspector Gregory stopped. "Herewe are," he said, "Straker's body was down there, his coat was hereon this small tree…" "Onthe tree, not on the ground?" Holmes asked, "Oh, no, it was on the tree, carefully away from the mud on the ground." "Mm.Interesting," said Holmes. "Now I must look at the mud down there." "Ah," said Inspector Gregory, "And to help you, I have here in this bag one of Straker's shoes, one of Fitzroy Simpson's shoes,and one of Silver Blaze's horseshoes." "My dear inspector, well done!" Holmes was very pleased, "You'll think of everything for some minutes." Holmes looked carefully at the ground, his eyes only centimeters away from the mud. "Hello," he said suddenly, "What's this from out of the mud?" He took a match, or a small piece of one. "Now why didn't I find that?" said the inspector. "I knew it was there, you see." said Holmes. "You knew, but how could you know that?" Holmes smiled, but did not answer. He then took the shoes, got down on the ground, and began to look at all the tracks in the mud. We stood and watched, but after five minutes Mr. Ross looked at his watch. "This is very interesting, Mr. Holmes," he said, "But is it going to take a long time?" "No."said Holmes, he got to his feet. "I don't need to do any more here. Watson and I are going to take a little walk across the moor now with the horse shoe." Mr.Ross looked at the Inspector. "Can we go back to the house and talk? I must take Silver Blaze's name out of the Wessex Cup race, and do it today, I think." "Don't do that," cried Holmes. "No, no, you must leave the horse's name in for the race." "But…"Mr. Ross began, then he laughed a little angrily, "Well, thank you, Mr.Holmes, thank you for your help. See you later then at the house." And he and the inspector walked away. 翻译 第三章：约翰·斯特雷克的口袋 "嗯，很有意思，"我说。我把卷案还给福尔摩斯，他将它们收了起来。 "那么，华生，你有什么看法?"他问。 我想了想。"斯特雷克腿上的那个伤口没准是他自己的刀划的。如果有什么东西猛撞你的头，你手上又正好拿着把刀......你知道，很有可能。" "很好，华生。这对菲茨罗伊·辛普森来说可不是个好消息。" "那你觉得是辛普森干的吗?"我问道。 "有可能。"福尔摩斯说，"让我们想想，辛普森在那个小马倌的晚餐里下了鸦片。他先离开，夜里晚些时候又回来，进入马厩，把马牵出来，然后逃走。但那时驯马师刚好赶到，看见了他，并紧追不舍。两个人打了起来，辛普森用手杖把斯特雷克的头打开了花。然后辛普森带走了那匹马--但带到哪里去了?还是马自己跑了?它是不是还在高沼地里?还有，辛普森怎么进到上了锁的马厩里的?我不知道，华生，我不知道。我们必须等等看。" 我们到塔维斯托克车站时，有两个人来接我们。 格雷戈里巡官个子高高的，动作缓慢，有一双蓝色的眼睛。 罗斯先生是小个子，性子很急。 他首先开口。"福尔摩斯先生，很高兴见到你。这位巡官很卖力，但我们需要帮助。我们必须找出杀害可怜的斯特雷克的凶手，我还想找到我的马。" "有什么新的消息吗?"福尔摩斯问道。 "我们在路上说吧，"巡官说，"我想让你趁白天看看所有的情况。" 我们很快就出了小镇，到了沼泽地里的棕色小山上。 格雷戈里巡官认为凶手就是菲茨罗伊·辛普森。 "那天晚上下雨的时候辛普森在外面。他的外套到星期二还是湿的，"他说，"他有一根粗大的手杖，他的围巾又在死者手里。看上去不妙，福尔摩斯先生，非常不妙。" 福尔摩斯笑了笑。"你还需要更多证据，巡官。那个佣人，伊迪丝，提到了一个信封。辛普森对此说了什么吗?" "说了，他说里边有钱--一张十英镑的钞票，给小马倌的。" "卡普莱顿的另一个训练马厩情形怎么样?"福尔摩斯问道，"辛普森在那儿有没有什么朋友?" "没有，我们以为没有。当然，我们也去了卡普莱顿。他们的马，德斯伯勒，是韦塞克斯杯的第二大热门，驯马师赛拉斯·布朗跟斯特雷克关系不好。但我们没发现什么。" 我们到达金斯皮兰以后，格雷戈里巡官把我们带到驯马师的家里。 "斯特雷克的尸体在楼上，"他说，"但我们把他口袋里的东西，还有在他身边地上找到的东西放在这儿。你想看看吗，福尔摩斯先生?" "很想。"福尔摩斯说。 我们走进前厅，巡官打开一个盒子，把里边的东西放到一张桌子上。有一盒火柴，一小段蜡烛，一些钱，一块表，几张纸，还有一把很薄的小刀。 "这把刀很奇怪，"福尔摩斯说。他仔细地看了看，然后把刀递给我。"这是什么，华生?" "这是一把眼科手术刀，"我说，"医生给眼睛动手术的时候就用这样的刀。一般在医院外面见不到这样的刀。" "嗯，"福尔摩斯说，"那斯特雷克拿这刀做什么呢?它并不适合打斗。" "他妻子说这把刀在卧室里已经放了一段时间了，"格雷戈里巡官说，"也许只是因为它在桌
