希腊翻译（12）（在线收听）

“There was a colored gas-lamp inside which was turned so low that I could see little save that the hall was of some size and hung with pictures. In the dim light I could make out that the person who had opened the door was a small, mean-looking, middle-aged man with rounded shoulders. As he turned towards us the glint of the light showed me that he was wearing glasses.

“‘Is this Mr. Melas, Harold?’ said he.

“‘Yes.’

“‘Well done, well done! No ill-will, Mr. Melas, I hope, but we could not get on without you. If you deal fair with us you'll not regret it, but if you try any tricks, God help you!’ He spoke in a nervous, jerky fashion, and with little giggling laughs in between, but somehow he impressed me with fear more than the other.

“‘What do you want with me?’ I asked.

“‘Only to ask a few questions of a Greek gentleman who is visiting us, and to let us have the answers. But say no more than you are told to say, or—’ here came the nervous giggle again—‘you had better never have been born.’

“As he spoke he opened a door and showed the way into a room which appeared to be very richly furnished, but again the only light was afforded by a single lamp half-turned down. The chamber was certainly large, and the way in which my feet sank into the carpet as I stepped across it told me of its richness. I caught glimpses of velvet chairs, a high white marble mantel-piece, and what seemed to be a suit of Japanese armor at one side of it. There was a chair just under the lamp, and the elderly man motioned that I should sit in it. The younger had left us, but he suddenly returned through another door, leading with him a gentleman clad in some sort of loose dressing-gown who moved slowly towards us. As he came into the circle of dim light which enabled me to see him more clearly I was thrilled with horror at his appearance. He was deadly pale and terribly emaciated, with the protruding, brilliant eyes of a man whose spirit was greater than his strength. But what shocked me more than any signs of physical weakness was that his face was grotesquely criss-crossed with sticking-plaster, and that one large pad of it was fastened over his mouth.

“大厅里面点着一盏彩色煤油，拧得很小，我只看到房子很大，里面挂着许多图画，别的什么也看不见。在暗淡的灯光下，我可以看出那个开门的人身材矮小。形容委琐，是个中年人，双肩向前佝偻阒。

他向我们转过身来，亮光一闪，我这才看出他戴着眼镜。

“‘是梅拉斯先生吗，哈罗德？’他说道。

“‘对’

“‘这事办得漂亮，办得漂亮！梅拉斯先生，我们没有恶意，可是没有你，我们办不成事。如果你对我们诚实，你是不会后悔的，如果你要耍花招，那就愿上帝保佑你！’他说话时一精一神不安、声音颤一抖，夹杂着格格的干笑，可不知道为什么，他给我的印象比那个年轻人更可怕。

“‘你要我做什么？’我问道。

“‘只是向那位拜访我们的希腊绅士问几个问题，并使我们得到答复。不过我们叫你说什么你就说什么，不得多嘴，否则’他又发出格格的干笑，‘否则，你还不如压根儿就没出生呢。’

“他说着打开门，领我走进一间屋子，室中陈设很华丽，不过室内光线仍然来自一盏拧得很小的灯。这个房间很大，我进屋时，双脚踏在地毯上，软一绵绵的，说明它很高级。我又看到一些丝绒面软椅，一个高大的大理石白壁炉台，一旁似乎有一副日本铠甲，灯的正下方有一把椅子，那个年纪大的人打个手势，叫我坐下。年青人走出去，又突然从另一道门返回来，领进一个穿着肥一大的睡衣的人，慢慢地向我们走过来。当地走到昏暗的灯光之下，我才把他看得比较清楚，他那副样子顿时吓得我一毛一骨悚然。他面色蜡黄．憔悴异常，两只明亮而凸出的大眼睛，说明他虽然体力不佳，一精一力却还充沛。除了他那羸弱的身一体之外，使我更加震惊的是他脸上横七竖八地贴满了奇形怪状的橡皮膏，一大块纱布用橡皮膏粘在嘴上。