诺伍德的建筑师（2）（在线收听）

Mr. Sherlock Holmes was leaning back in his chair after his whimsical protest, and was unfolding his morning paper in a leisurely fashion, when our attention was arrested by a tremendous ring at the bell, followed immediately by a hollow drumming sound, as if someone were beating on the outer door with his fist. As it opened there came a tumultuous rush into the hall, rapid feet clattered up the stair, and an instant later a wild-eyed and frantic young man, pale, dishevelled, and palpitating, burst into the room. He looked from one to the other of us, and under our gaze of inquiry he became conscious that some apology was needed for this unceremonious entry.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes,” he cried. “You mustn't blame me. I am nearly mad. Mr. Holmes, I am the unhappy John Hector McFarlane.”

He made the announcement as if the name alone would explain both his visit and its manner; but I could see by my companion's unresponsive face that it meant no more to him than to me.

“Have a cigarette, Mr. McFarlane,” said he, pushing his case across. “I am sure that with your symptoms my friend Dr. Watson here would prescribe a sedative. The weather has been so very warm these last few days. Now, if you feel a little more composed, I should be glad if you would sit down in that chair and tell us very slowly and quietly who you are and what it is that you want. You mentioned your name as if I should recognise it, but I assure you that, beyond the obvious facts that you are a bachelor, a solicitor, a Freemason, and an asthmatic, I know nothing whatever about you.”

Familiar as I was with my friend's methods, it was not difficult for me to follow his deductions, and to observe the untidiness of attire, the sheaf of legal papers, the watch-charm, and the breathing which had prompted them. Our client, however, stared in amazement.

发完那一通古怪的议论之后，福尔摩斯先生往椅子背上一靠，悠闲地打开当天的早报，这时一阵吓人的门铃声引起了我们的注意，紧跟着一阵咚咚的敲门声，象是什么人在用拳头捶打大门。门开了，我听见有人冲进过道和上楼梯的急促的脚步声。没过一会儿，一个脸色苍白、头发散乱的年轻人，发狂似地闯进屋来。他两眼充满了激愤，全身都在颤一抖。他来回看了看我们两个。在我们疑问目光的注视下，他感到有必要为他这样无礼地闯进来表示一下歉意。

“对不起，福尔摩斯先生，”他大声说，“您不要责怪我，我几乎要疯了。福尔摩斯先生，我就是那个倒霉的约翰·赫克托·麦克法兰。”

他作了这样的自我介绍，似乎只要一提他的姓名，就可以解释他的访问和访问的方式；但是从我同伴毫无反应的脸上，我能看出这个姓名对他和我都一样不说明什么。

“一抽一支烟吧，麦克法兰先生，”他说着把烟盒递过去，“我相信我的朋友华生医生会根据症状给你开一张镇定剂的处方。最近这几天天气真够热的。现在如果你感到心定了些，请在那把椅子上坐下来，慢慢地告诉我们你是谁，有什么事找我。你只讲了你的名字，好象我应该认得你，可是除了你是个单身汉、律师、共济会会员、哮喘病患者这些显而易见的事实以外，确实我对你一点也不了解。”

由于我熟悉我朋友的方法，我很容易领会他的推理，并且看出是这位年轻人的不修边幅、随身带的那一札文件、他表链上的护身符和他喘起的声音使福尔摩斯作出了这些推测。可是这位年轻的委托人惊得目瞪口呆。