希腊翻译（23）（在线收听）

“It's charcoal,” he cried. “Give it time. It will clear.”

Peering in, we could see that the only light in the room came from a dull blue flame which flickered from a small brass tripod in the centre. It threw a livid, unnatural circle upon the floor, while in the shadows beyond we saw the vague loom of two figures which crouched against the wall. From the open door there reeked a horrible poisonous exhalation which set us gasping and coughing. Holmes rushed to the top of the stairs to draw in the fresh air, and then, dashing into the room, he threw up the window and hurled the brazen tripod out into the garden.

“We can enter in a minute,” he gasped, darting out again. “Where is a candle? I doubt if we could strike a match in that atmosphere. Hold the light at the door and we shall get them out, Mycroft. Now!”

With a rush we got to the poisoned men and dragged them out into the well-lit hall. Both of them were blue-lipped and insensible, with swollen, congested faces and protruding eyes. Indeed, so distorted were their features that, save for his black beard and stout figure, we might have failed to recognize in one of them the Greek interpreter who had parted from us only a few hours before at the Diogenes Club. His hands and feet were securely strapped together, and he bore over one eye the marks of a violent blow. The other, who was secured in a similar fashion, was a tall man in the last stage of emaciation, with several strips of sticking-plaster arranged in a grotesque pattern over his face. He had ceased to moan as we laid him down, and a glance showed me that for him at least our aid had come too late. Mr. Melas, however, still lived, and in less than an hour, with the aid of ammonia and brandy I had the satisfaction of seeing him open his eyes, and of knowing that my hand had drawn him back from that dark valley in which all paths meet.

“里面正烧炭，”歇洛克．福尔摩斯喊道，“稍等一等，毒气就会散的。”我们向里面张望，只见房间正中一个小铜鼎冒出暗蓝色的火烙，它在地板上投射一出一圈青灰色的光芒，我们在暗影中看到两个模糊不清的人蜷缩在墙边，门一打开，冒出一股可怕的毒气，使得我们透不过气来，咳嗽不止。歇洛克·福尔摩斯奔到楼顶呼吸一口新鲜空气，然后，冲进室内，打开窗户，把铜鼎扔到花园里。

“再等一下，我们就可以进去了，”歇洛克·福尔摩斯又飞快地跑出来，气喘吁吁地说道，“蜡烛在哪里？我看在这样的空气里未必能划得着火柴。迈克罗夫特，现在你站在门口拿着灯，我们去把他们救出来！”

我们冲到那两个中毒的人身旁，把他们拖到灯光明亮的前厅。他们都已失去知觉，嘴唇发青，面部肿胀．充一血，双目凸出。他们的容貌的确变得很厉害，若不是那黑一胡一子和肥胖的身形，我们就很难认出其中一个是那位希腊译员，就是几个小时前才在第欧根尼俱乐部和我们分手的那一位。他连手带脚被人绑得结结实实，一只眼睛上有受人毒打的伤痕。

另一个人，和他一样手足被绑，身材高大，已经枯槁得不象样子，脸上奇形怪状地贴着一些橡皮膏。我们把他放下时，他已经停止了呻一吟，我一眼看出，对他来说，我们救得太迟了。然而，梅拉斯先生还活着，我们使用了阿摩尼亚和白兰地，不到一小时，我很满意地见他睁开了眼睛，知道我已把他从死亡的深渊中救回来了。