诺伍德的建筑师（25）（在线收听）

“Wonderful!” said Lestrade. “Wonderful! It's all as clear as crystal, as you put it. But what is the object of this deep deception, Mr. Holmes?”

It was amusing to me to see how the detective's overbearing manner had changed suddenly to that of a child asking questions of its teacher.

“Well, I don't think that is very hard to explain. A very deep, malicious, vindictive person is the gentleman who is now awaiting us downstairs. You know that he was once refused by McFarlane's mother? You don't! I told you that you should go to Blackheath first and Norwood afterwards. Well, this injury, as he would consider it, has rankled in his wicked, scheming brain, and all his life he has longed for vengeance, but never seen his chance. During the last year or two things have gone against him—secret speculation, I think—and he finds himself in a bad way. He determines to swindle his creditors, and for this purpose he pays large cheques to a certain Mr. Cornelius, who is, I imagine, himself under another name. I have not traced these cheques yet, but I have no doubt that they were banked under that name at some provincial town where Oldacre from time to time led a double existence. He intended to change his name altogether, draw this money, and vanish, starting life again elsewhere.”

“Well, that's likely enough.”

“It would strike him that in disappearing he might throw all pursuit off his track, and at the same time have an ample and crushing revenge upon his old sweetheart, if he could give the impression that he had been murdered by her only child. It was a masterpiece of villainy, and he carried it out like a master. The idea of the will, which would give an obvious motive for the crime, the secret visit unknown to his own parents, the retention of the stick, the blood, and the animal remains and buttons in the wood-pile, all were admirable. It was a net from which it seemed to me a few hours ago that there was no possible escape. But he had not that supreme gift of the artist, the knowledge of when to stop. He wished to improve that which was already perfect—to draw the rope tighter yet round the neck of his unfortunate victim—and so he ruined all. Let us descend, Lestrade. There are just one or two questions that I would ask him.”

“妙极了！”雷斯垂德说，“妙极了！经你这样一讲，一切都清清楚楚了。但是，福尔摩斯先生，这个大片局的目的又是什么呢？”

我看见这位态度傲慢的侦探忽然变得象个小孩在问他老师问题一样，真是有趣。

“这个我认为不难解释。正在楼下等着的这位绅士是个很狡猾、恶毒、记仇的人。你知道麦克法兰的母亲从前拒绝过他的求婚吗？你不知道？我早对你说过应该先去布莱克希斯，然后去诺伍德。后来，这种感情上的伤害在他的邪恶诡诈的心里产生了怨恨，他终生渴望报复，但没有找到机会。最近一两年里，情况变得对他不利——大概是暗中从事投机生意失败，他发现自己的处境不妙。他决心要骗其他所有的债主。为了达到这个目的，他给某个柯尼利亚斯先生开出了大额支票。我猜想这个人就是他自己，用了另一个名字。我还没有追查过这些支票，但是我相信这些支票全都用那个名字存进了外地一个小镇的银行，奥德克时常去那个小镇过一种双重人格的生活。他打算将来改名换姓，把这笔钱取出来，然后去别的地方重新开始一切。”

“嗯，完全可能。”

“在他想来，假如他能做出这样一个假象，就是他被旧情一人的独子谋杀了，他就可以销声匿迹，同时又对他的旧情一人进行了报复。这个恶毒计谋真是个杰作，他象个大师一样把它实现了。为了造成一个明显的犯罪动机而写的那张遗嘱，要麦克法兰瞒着父母私下来见他，故意留藏下手杖，卧室里的血迹，木料堆中的动物一尸一骨和钮扣——这一切都令人惊叹。他布下的这张罗网，在几小时前看来仍然牢固，但是他缺少艺术家所具有的那种懂得什么时候停住的至高天赋。他画蛇添足，想把已经套在这个不幸的年轻人脖子上的绳索拉得更紧一些，结果他把一切都毁了。咱们下楼去吧，雷斯垂德。我还有一两个问题要问问他。”