最后一案（8）（在线收听）

In the morning I obeyed Holmes's injunctions to the letter. A hansom was procured with such precaution as would prevent its being one which was placed ready for us, and I drove immediately after breakfast to the Lowther Arcade, through which I hurried at the top of my speed. A brougham was waiting with a very massive driver wrapped in a dark cloak, who, the instant that I had stepped in, whipped up the horse and rattled off to Victoria Station. On my alighting there he turned the carriage, and dashed away again without so much as a look in my direction.

So far all had gone admirably. My luggage was waiting for me, and I had no difficulty in finding the carriage which Holmes had indicated, the less so as it was the only one in the train which was marked “Engaged.” My only source of anxiety now was the non-appearance of Holmes. The station clock marked only seven minutes from the time when we were due to start. In vain I searched among the groups of travellers and leave-takers for the lithe figure of my friend. There was no sign of him. I spent a few minutes in assisting a venerable Italian priest, who was endeavoring to make a porter understand, in his broken English, that his luggage was to be booked through to Paris. Then, having taken another look round, I returned to my carriage, where I found that the porter, in spite of the ticket, had given me my decrepit Italian friend as a traveling companion. It was useless for me to explain to him that his presence was an intrusion, for my Italian was even more limited than his English, so I shrugged my shoulders resignedly, and continued to look out anxiously for my friend. A chill of fear had come over me, as I thought that his absence might mean that some blow had fallen during the night. Already the doors had all been shut and the whistle blown, when—

“My dear Watson,” said a voice, “you have not even condescended to say good-morning.”

I turned in uncontrollable astonishment. The aged ecclesiastic had turned his face towards me. For an instant the wrinkles were smoothed away, the nose drew away from the chin, the lower lip ceased to protrude and the mouth to mumble, the dull eyes regained their fire, the drooping figure expanded. The next the whole frame collapsed again, and Holmes had gone as quickly as he had come.

“Good heavens!” I cried; “how you startled me!”

“Every precaution is still necessary,” he whispered. “I have reason to think that they are hot upon our trail. Ah, there is Moriarty himself.”

第二天早晨，我不折不扣地按照福尔摩斯的指令行一事，采取了谨慎的措施，以防雇来的马车是专门为我们设下的圈套。

我吃过早饭，选定了一辆双轮马车，立即驶往劳瑟街。我飞奔着穿过这条街。一位身材异常魁梧的车夫，披着黑斗篷，驾着一辆四轮小马车正等在那里，我一步跨上车，他立即挥鞭策马，驶往维多利亚车站，我一下车，他便调过车头疾驰而去。

到目前为止，一切进行得令人佩服不已。我的行李已在车上，我毫不费力就找到了福尔摩斯指定的车厢，因为只有一节车厢上标着“预定”字样。现在只有一件事令我着急，那就是福尔摩斯没有来。我看了看车站上的钟，离开车时间只有七分钟了。我在一群旅客和告别的人群中寻找我朋友那瘦长的身躯，却毫无踪影。我见到一位高龄的意大利教士，嘴里说着蹩脚的英语，尽力想让搬运工明白，他的行李要托运到巴黎。这时我上前帮了点忙，耽搁了几分钟。然后，他又向四周打量了一番。我回到车厢里，发现那个搬运工不管票号对不对，竟把那位高龄意大利朋友领来和我做伴。尽避我对他解释说不要侵占别人的座位，可是丝毫没用，因为我说意大利语比他说英语更糟糕，所以我只好无可奈何地耸了耸双肩，继续焦灼不安地向外张望，寻找我的朋友。我想到昨夜他可能是遭到了袭击，所以今天没来，不由吓得不寒而栗。

火车所有的门都关上了，汽笛响了，此时……

“我亲一爱一的华生，”一个声音传来，“你还没有屈尊向我道早安呢。”

我大吃一惊，回过头来，那老教士已向我转过脸来。他那满脸皱纹顷刻不见了，鼻子变高了，下嘴唇不突出了，嘴也不瘪了，呆滞的双眼变得炯炯有神，弯曲的身一体舒展开了。

然后整个身躯又衰萎了，而福尔摩斯又象他来时那样倏然消失。

“天哪！”我高声叫道，“你简直吓死我了！”

“严密防范依然是必要的，”福尔摩斯小声说道，“我有理由认为他们正紧追我们。啊，那就是莫里亚蒂教授本人。”