诺伍德的建筑师（5）（在线收听）

“Later.—It is rumoured as we go to press that Mr. John Hector McFarlane has actually been arrested on the charge of the murder of Mr. Jonas Oldacre. It is at least certain that a warrant has been issued. There have been further and sinister developments in the investigation at Norwood. Besides the signs of a struggle in the room of the unfortunate builder it is now known that the French windows of his bedroom (which is on the ground floor) were found to be open, that there were marks as if some bulky object had been dragged across to the wood-pile, and, finally, it is asserted that charred remains have been found among the charcoal ashes of the fire. The police theory is that a most sensational crime has been committed, that the victim was clubbed to death in his own bedroom, his papers rifled, and his dead body dragged across to the wood-stack, which was then ignited so as to hide all traces of the crime. The conduct of the criminal investigation has been left in the experienced hands of Inspector Lestrade, of Scotland Yard, who is following up the clues with his accustomed energy and sagacity.”

Sherlock Holmes listened with closed eyes and finger-tips together to this remarkable account.

“The case has certainly some points of interest,” said he, in his languid fashion. “May I ask, in the first place, Mr. McFarlane, how it is that you are still at liberty, since there appears to be enough evidence to justify your arrest?”

“I live at Torrington Lodge, Blackheath, with my parents, Mr. Holmes; but last night, having to do business very late with Mr. Jonas Oldacre, I stayed at an hotel in Norwood, and came to my business from there. I knew nothing of this affair until I was in the train, when I read what you have just heard. I at once saw the horrible danger of my position, and I hurried to put the case into your hands. I have no doubt that I should have been arrested either at my City office or at my home. A man followed me from London Bridge Station, and I have no doubt—Great Heaven, what is that?”

本报付印时，谣传麦克法兰先生，因谋杀约纳斯·奥德克罪已被逮捕。逮捕证确已发出。正在诺伍德进行之调查又有不祥发展。在建筑师所住楼下寝室里，除有格斗迹象外，现又发现法国式落地窗敞开，并有笨重物体从室内拖往木料堆的痕迹。最后在火场灰烬中找到被烧焦之残骸一说已被肯定。按照警方推测，此乃一起极其惊人之凶案。受害者在寝室中被击毙，文件被盗，一尸一体拖至木料堆焚烧灭迹。此案已一交一苏格兰场素有经验之警官雷斯垂德进行调查，此刻渠正以其惯有之一精一力与机智追查线索。”

福尔摩斯合着眼，两手指尖顶着指尖，听了这起惊人的报道。

“这件案子有几点的确值得注意，”他慢吞吞地说，“麦克法兰先生，我想先问一问：既然看起来有足够的证据可以逮捕你，怎么你依然逍遥法外呢？”

“福尔摩斯先生，我和父母同住在布莱克希斯多林顿寓所，但是昨晚因为有点事要替约纳斯·奥德克先生办一办，就在诺伍德一家旅馆里住下来，从旅馆去他家把事情办了。我是在火车上看到报上您刚才听过的那条新闻，才知道诺伍德发生的事件。我立即看出自己的处境非常危险，就赶来把这件案子委托给您。我知道要是我在城里的办公室或在家里，准会给抓走了。有人从伦敦桥车站就跟住我，我一点都不怀疑——哎呀！什么人来了？”