杰克说，“我自己也想换身衣服，刮刮胡子。我可不是想不出更好的消磨时间的方式。”
“Jake said, “I could do with a change of clothes myself, and a shave. Not that I can't think of a better way to spend the time.”
“等赌注解决了，”她坚定地说，“午饭后我在马龙的办公室见你，看在上帝的份上，别把那把钥匙丢了。”
“When the bet is settled,” she said firmly, “I'll meet you at Malone's office after lunch, and for the love of God, don't lose that key.”
杰克下午到达马龙的办公室。他发现海伦在那里，看起来眼神明亮、精神饱满，就好像她这辈子从来没有错过一晚的睡眠似的。她穿着一套深绿色的套装，上面有大量柔软的棕色皮毛，一顶小小的棕色皮帽俏皮地戴在一条眉毛上方。马龙站在窗边，双手插在口袋里，肩膀缩着，周围是一团雪茄烟雾。
It was afternoon when Jake arrived at Malone's office. He found Helene there, looking as clear-eyed and fresh as though she had never missed a night's sleep in her life, in a dark-green suit with enormous quantities of soft brown fur, and a tiny brown fur hat perched jauntily just above one eyebrow. Malone was staring out the window, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunched, surrounded by a mist of cigar smoke.
“他不想说话。”海伦指着马龙说。
“He doesn't want to talk,” Helene said, indicating Malone.
杰克点点头。“你在莫娜·麦克莱恩家发现了什么？”
“Jake nodded. “What did you find out at Mona Mcclane's?”
“伊迪莎·文宁头上起了个包，头疼得厉害，但不严重。她说她昨晚去她丈夫的房间拿些安眠药……”
“Editha Venning has a bump on her bean and a bad headache, but nothing serious. She says she went into her husband’s room last night to get some sleeping tablets—”
“真是个糟糕的理由，不过继续说。”
“A hell of a reason,” Jake said, “but go on.”
“他不在。从赌场出来后不想睡觉，就出去狂欢了。她走进他的房间找安眠药——没开灯，天知道为什么——这时她发现房间里有人。她正要尖叫，突然头上挨了重重一击，然后她就什么都不知道了。”
“He was away. Didn’t feel like turning in after leaving the Casino and went out hell raising. She went into his room and was looking for the sleeping tablets—without turning on the light, God knows why—when she found someone was in the room. She was about to let out a scream when a ton of bricks landed on her head, and that’s all she knows.”
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