“我是用紫外线拍的。”彭德利说，“但你怎么知道的？”
“I did,” Pendley said. “But how did you know?”
“我猜到的。”律师告诉他，“你昨晚在迈克尔·文宁的床底下一定有原因。只是你不知道你会拍到什么样的照片——或者你知道？”有一会儿他紧紧地盯着这个年轻人。然后他擦了擦额头。
“I guessed,” the lawyer told him. “There had to be some reason why you were under Michael Venning’s bed last night. Only you didn’t know what you were going to get in the way of a picture—or did you?” For a moment he stared hard at the young man. Then he mopped his brow.
“如果我从未被卷入这件事，可能会更好。”马龙慢慢地说，“如果我在杰拉尔德·图伊兹被刺伤的那晚不在天使乔的酒吧，可能会更好。”他停顿了一下。“杰拉尔德·图伊兹——但不是谋杀迈克尔·文宁的那个杰拉尔德·图伊兹。”
“It might have been better,” Malone said slowly, “if I’d never been drawn into this. It might have been better if I hadn’t been in Joe the Angel’s bar the night when Gerald Tuesday was stabbed.” He paused. “Gerald Tuesday—but not the same Gerald Tuesday who murdered Michael Venning.”
“马龙，你疯了吗？”海伦惊叫道。
“Malone, have you gone mad?” Helene exclaimed.
“看在上帝的份上。”洛特斯·艾伦几乎严厉地说，“告诉我们你的意思。”
“For God’s sake,” Lotus Allen said almost harshly, “tell us what you mean.”
“你知道你自己在说什么吗？”彭德利·泰德韦尔问道。
“Do you know what you mean?” Pendley Tidewell demanded.
莫娜·麦克莱恩什么也没说。她坐在那里，目光从这群人身上移开，好像她并不是他们中的一员，而只是碰巧在那里。
Mona McClane said nothing. She sat looking away from the group as though she were not really a member of it, but only happened to be there.
马龙把手伸进口袋，拿出一份折叠的文件。“这是已故的老迈克尔·文宁的遗嘱副本。”他说，“我想这里的每个人都知道它的内容。”他看着莫娜·麦克莱恩。“是的，你有理由这么做。五百万美元是一笔足够大的赌注，值得奋力一搏。”他又看了一眼手表。如果杰克还不来……
Malone reached in his pocket and drew out a folded document. “That’s a copy of the will of the late Michael Venning, Senior,” he said. “I imagine that everyone concerned here knows its contents.” He looked at Mona McClane. “Yes, you were justified. Five million dollars is enough of a stake to be worth making a determined play for” He stole another glance at his watch. If Jake didn’t get here—
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