跳舞的小人（23）

A man was striding up the path which led to the door. He was a tall, handsome, swarthy fellow, clad in a suit of grey flannel, with a Panama hat, a bristling black beard, and a great, aggressive hooked nose, and flourishing a cane as he walked. He swaggered up the path as if the place belonged to him, and we heard his loud, confident peal at the bell.

“I think, gentlemen,” said Holmes, quietly, “that we had best take up our position behind the door. Every precaution is necessary when dealing with such a fellow. You will need your handcuffs, inspector. You can leave the talking to me.”

We waited in silence for a minute—one of those minutes which one can never forget. Then the door opened and the man stepped in. In an instant Holmes clapped a pistol to his head and Martin slipped the handcuffs over his wrists. It was all done so swiftly and deftly that the fellow was helpless before he knew that he was attacked. He glared from one to the other of us with a pair of blazing black eyes. Then he burst into a bitter laugh.

“Well, gentlemen, you have the drop on me this time. I seem to have knocked up against something hard. But I came here in answer to a letter from Mrs. Hilton Cubitt. Don't tell me that she is in this? Don't tell me that she helped to set a trap for me?”

“Mrs. Hilton Cubitt was seriously injured and is at death's door.”

The man gave a hoarse cry of grief which rang through the house.

“You're crazy!” he cried, fiercely. “It was he that was hurt, not she. Who would have hurt little Elsie? I may have threatened her, God forgive me, but I would not have touched a hair of her pretty head. Take it back—you! Say that she is not hurt!”

“She was found badly wounded by the side of her dead husband.”

He sank with a deep groan on to the settee and buried his face in his manacled hands. For five minutes he was silent. Then he raised his face once more, and spoke with the cold composure of despair.

就在门外的小路上，有一个身材高大、皮肤黑黑、挺漂亮的家伙正迈着大步走过来。他穿了一身灰法兰绒的衣服，戴着一顶巴拿马草帽，两撇倒立一胡一子，大鹰钩鼻，一边走一边挥动着手杖。

“先生们，"福尔摩斯小声说，"我看咱们最好都站在门后面。对付一个这样的家伙，还得多加小心。警长，您准备好手铐，让我来同他谈。”

我们静静地等了片刻，可这是那种永远不会忘记的片刻。门开了，这人走了进来。福尔摩斯立刻用手槍一柄一照他的脑袋给了一下，马丁也把手铐套一上了他的腕子。他们的动作是那么快，那么熟练，这家伙还没明白怎么回事就无法动弹了。他瞪着一双黑眼睛，把我们一个个都瞧了瞧，突然苦笑起来。

“先生们，这次你们赢啦。好象是我撞在什么硬东西上了。我是接到希尔顿·丘比特太太的信才来的。这里面不至于有她吧？难道是她帮你们给我设下了这个圈套？”

“希尔顿·丘比特太太受了重伤，现在快要死了。”

这人发出一声嘶哑的叫喊，响遍了全屋。

“你一胡一说！"他拚命嚷着说，"受伤的是希尔顿，不是她。谁忍心伤害小埃尔茜？我可能威胁过她——上帝饶恕我吧！但是我决不会碰她一根头发。你收回自己的话！版诉我她没有受伤！”

“发现的时候，她已经伤得很重，就倒在她丈夫的旁边。”

他带着一声悲伤的呻一吟往长靠椅上一坐，用铐着的双手遮住自己的脸，一声不响。过了五分钟，他抬起头来，绝望地说：