“格洛里亚斯科特”号三桅帆船03（在线收听）

“Old Trevor was evidently a man of some wealth and consideration, a J.P., and a landed proprietor. Donnithorpe is a little hamlet just to the north of Langmere, in the country of the Broads. The house was an old-fashioned, wide-spread, oak-beamed brick building, with a fine lime-lined avenue leading up to it. There was excellent wild-duck shooting in the fens, remarkably good fishing, a small but select library, taken over, as I understood, from a former occupant, and a tolerable cook, so that he would be a fastidious man who could not put in a pleasant month there.

“Trevor senior was a widower, and my friend his only son.

“There had been a daughter, I heard, but she had died of diphtheria while on a visit to Birmingham. The father interested me extremely. He was a man of little culture, but with a considerable amount of rude strength, both physically and mentally. He knew hardly any books, but he had traveled far, had seen much of the world. And had remembered all that he had learned. In person he was a thick-set, burly man with a shock of grizzled hair, a brown, weather-beaten face, and blue eyes which were keen to the verge of fierceness. Yet he had a reputation for kindness and charity on the country-side, and was noted for the leniency of his sentences from the bench.

“One evening, shortly after my arrival, we were sitting over a glass of port after dinner, when young Trevor began to talk about those habits of observation and inference which I had already formed into a system, although I had not yet appreciated the part which they were to play in my life. The old man evidently thought that his son was exaggerating in his description of one or two trivial feats which I had performed.

“‘Come, now, Mr. Holmes,’ said he, laughing good-humoredly. ‘I'm an excellent subject, if you can deduce anything from me.’

“‘I fear there is not very much,’ I answered; ‘I might suggest that you have gone about in fear of some personal attack within the last twelve months.’

“The laugh faded from his lips, and he stared at me in great surprise.

“老特雷佛是治安官，又是一个地主，显然有钱有势。敦尼索普村在布罗德市郊外，是朗麦尔北部的一个小村落。特雷佛的宅邸是一所老式的、面积很大的栎木梁砖瓦房，门前有一条通道，两旁是茂盛的菩提树。附近有许多沼泽地，那是狩猎野鸭的绝妙场所，更是垂钓的好地方。有一个小而一精一致的藏书室，我听说，是从原来的房主手中随房屋一起购买的。此外，有一位还算不错的厨子。故而一个人在这里度一个月假，倘若仍不能心满意足，那他就是一个过分挑剔的人了。

“老特雷佛妻子已故，我朋友是他的独生子。

“我听说，他原来还有一个女儿，但在去伯明翰途中，患白喉死去。老特雷佛使我非常感兴趣。他知识并不多，可是体力和脑力都相当强。他对书本所知甚少，但曾经远游，见过许多世面，对于所见所闻，都能牢记不忘。从外貌上看，他体格很结实，身材粗一壮，一头蓬乱的灰白头发，一张饱经风霜的褐色面孔，一双蓝色的眼睛，眼光锐利得近乎凶残。但他在乡中却以和蔼、慈善著称，盛传他在法院理案时也以宽大为怀。

“在我到他家不久，一天傍晚，饭后我们正坐在一起喝葡萄酒，小特雷佛忽然谈到我所养成的那些观察和推理一习一惯。那时我已经把它归纳成一种方法，虽然还未体会到它对我一生将起的作用。这位老人显然认为他的儿子言过其实，把我的一点雕虫小技过分夸大了。

“‘那么，福尔摩斯先生，’他兴致勃勃地笑着说，‘我正是一个绝妙的题材，看你能不能从我身上推断点什么东西出来。’

“‘恐怕我推断不出多少来，’我回答道，‘我推测你在过去一年里担心有人对你进行袭击。’

“这位老人嘴角上的笑意顿时消失贻尽，大吃一惊，两眼盯着我。