“I called a pal at the Chicago Avenue police station,” he said when he returned. “Apparently the burglar was in Michael Venning’s room. Venning was out. Out of the house. The cops don’t know where he was. She—Mrs. Venning—went into his room, got conked on the bean, and before the alarm could be given, the burglars got clean away.”
马龙沉默了一会儿。“就像你前几天自己说的，这么多年了，他们还总是上那老一套盗窃把戏的当，真是不可思议。可惜彭德利不在现场。他可能以前从来没有机会给窃贼拍照。”
“Malone was silent for a moment. “As you yourself said the other day, it’s wonderful how they go on falling for that old burglary gag after all these years. Too bad Pendley wasn’t on the scene. He probably never had a chance to photograph a burglar before.”
海伦皱起眉头。“不管怎么说，我也该回家了。也许我能了解到更多发生的事情。你们两个打算做什么？”
“Helene frowned. “It’s about time I was going home anyway. Maybe I can find out more of what happened. What are you two going to do?”
“我们去杰克的公寓，”律师宣布，“希望那里不会有警察等着。快速刮个胡子，冲个澡，吃点早餐，我们就准备好迎接新的一天了。”
“We’ll go up to Jake’s apartment,” the lawyer announced. “There won’t be any cops waiting there, I hope. A quick shave and a shower, a little breakfast, and we’ll be ready to tackle a new day.”
他还没来得及详细说明，天使乔就从后面的房间走了出来。
Before he could go into any more details, Joe the Angel appeared from the back room.
“嘿，马龙，你最近去哪儿了？我一直想联系你。”
“Say, Malone, where’ve you been keeping yourself? I been trying to get in touch with you.”
“你打过我办公室电话吗？”马龙问。
“Did you try calling my office?” Malone asked.
“当然打了。但你办公室的那个女孩，她总是说你出去了，不知道你什么时候回来。”
“Sure. But your girl there, she always says you’re out and she don’t know when you’ll be back.”
“她可能觉得你是我欠钱的人。”马龙说，“你找我什么事？”
“She probably thinks you’re someone I owe money to,” Malone said. “What’s on your mind?”
“我想你还不知道，前几天晚上你在这儿丢了东西。就是那个人被杀的那晚。肯定是从你口袋里掉出来的。我觉得这东西不重要，不然你早就回来找了。我在这儿某个地方找到了它。”
“I guess you don’t know it, but you lost sumpin here the other night. The night that fella was killed, it was. It musta fallen outa your pocket. I figured it wasn’t important or you’da been in here looking for it. I got it around here someplace.”
他在收银机上面和后面、在自己的口袋里、在酒吧后面所有的抽屉里都找了一遍，最后得意洋洋地拿出一把钥匙，只是一把普通的钥匙，钥匙柄上印着数字 114。
He hunted on top of and behind the cash register, through his pockets, and in all the drawers back of the bar, before he triumphantly produced a key, just an ordinary key, with the number 114 printed on its handle.
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