The bald-headed man looked up from his ledger. “This one,” he said rather coldly, “is the slogan of the Jackson businessmen’s association.” He added, as though to be agreeable to a visitor, “However, honesty is the best policy.”
“我听说这句话很有高度，” 杰克礼貌地说。
“I’ve heard it spoken of very highly,” Jake said politely.
“那是高奇先生，” 纽扣先生在走廊上说。“阿尔文?高奇。”
“That was Mr. Goudge,” Buttonholes said, out in the hall. “Alvin Goudge.”
他打开走廊下一扇门。里面是一个和高奇先生的办公室相似的办公室，只是有两个丰满的女孩在两台加法机前疯狂地工作，一排十分钱商店的玩具卡车装饰着雕刻的大理石壁炉架顶部。一个留着宽胡子、毡帽拉低遮住眼睛的男人在角落里的转椅上大声打着呼噜。
He opened the next door down the hall. It disclosed an office similar to the one occupied by Mr. Goudge, save that two plumpish girls were working furiously at a pair of adding machines, and that a row of tencent-store toy trucks decorated the top of the carved marble mantelpiece. A wide mustached man with a felt hat pulled down over his eyes was sleeping noisily in the swivel chair in the corner.
“这是公路部门，” 杰克宣称。
“This is the highway department,” Jake declared.
纽扣先生钦佩地盯着他。“你怎么知道的？”
Buttonholes stared at him admiringly. “How did you know?”
杰克神秘地说：“这是怀旧周。” 他吹了一句《公路是快乐的路》的曲调。“在格罗夫县，他们通过抽奖选公路专员。我们继续走吧。”
Jake said cryptically, “This is old home week.” He whistled a bar of Highways Are Happy Ways. “Back in Grove County they picked the highway missioner in a numbers game. Let’s shove on.”
纽扣先生会意地咧嘴笑了，用胳膊肘碰了碰杰克的肋骨，说：“我们的公路专员切特?费尼在米尔斯中心附近拥有六个农场。” 他突然停下来，表情严肃，然后用一种正直的低语补充道：“他酗酒。”
Buttonholes grinned knowingly, nudged Jake in the ribs, and said, “Chet Feeny, our highway missioner, owns a half-dozen farms up near Mills Center.” He stopped suddenly, looked stern, and added in a virtuous whisper, “He drinks.”
“也许他有一个不为人知的悲伤故事，” 海伦悲伤地说。
“Maybe he has a secret sorrow,” Helene said sadly.
小个子清洁工领着他们沿着洞穴般的走廊继续走，打开了一连串标有 “县护士”、“户外救济” 和 “卫生设施” 的门。他经过一对华丽的双扇门，门上有一个金色字母的牌子，上面写着 “县法院”。
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