“如果这是个新游戏，我不喜欢它，” 马龙沮丧地说，接过了方向盘。
“If this is a new game, I don’t like it,” Malone said morosely, taking the wheel.
“好吧，如果我们一个小时后还没回来，你就去监狱。” 她把手搭在杰克的胳膊下。“电话亭在哪里？”
“Well, if we aren’t here in an hour, head for the jail.” She tucked her hand under Jake’s arm. “Where’s a telephone booth?”
他指着州街对面的一家雪茄店。她小心翼翼地穿过泥泞的融雪走到商店，迅速查了电话簿，然后拨打了费尔法克斯酒店的电话号码。
He pointed across State Street to a cigar store. She picked her way delicately through the muddy melted snow to the store, looked quickly in the phone book, and dialed the number of the Fairfax Hotel.
“我要和波彭普斯先生通话。”
“I want to talk to Mr. Poppenpuss.”
一阵停顿。
A pause.
“但是确实在那里。我知道他住在那里。这不是费尔法克斯酒店吗？” 她的声音因愤怒而升高。“那我要和 614 房间的波彭普斯先生通话。我告诉你 614 房间有个波彭普斯先生。让我和 614 房间通话。但我知道他在那里。” 她开始愤怒地斥责酒店服务员的愚蠢，然后把听筒猛地挂回挂钩上。
“But there is too. I know he lives there. Isn’t this the Fairfax Hotel?” Her voice rose in rage. “Then I want to talk to Mr. Poppenpuss, P-O-P-P-E-N-P-U-S-S, in room six fourteen. I tell you there is a Mr. Poppenpuss in room six fourteen. Let me talk to room six fourteen. But I know there is.” She burst into an angry tirade about the stupidity of hotel clerks, and banged the receiver on its hook.
“到底怎么回事？” 杰克问。
“What the hell?” Jake asked.
“我只是想确认一下 614 房间是不是空的，” 她心满意足地说，“谢天谢地，它是空的。” 她向一辆路过的出租车挥手，告诉司机：“去费尔法克斯酒店。”
“I just wanted to find out if room six fourteen is empty,” she said placently. “Thank heaven it is.” She waved at a passing taxi, told the driver, “Fairfax Hotel.”
“海伦，” 杰克绝望地说，“你打算怎么办？”
“Helene,” Jake said desperately, “what are going to do?”
“你是想跟我一起，还是我自己去？”
“Do you want to e along with me, or shall I do this myself?”
“我当然跟你一起去。”
“Of course I’m ing with you.”
“那就别问问题了。用马龙的话来说，这是一个新游戏，我很喜欢。”
“Then stop asking questions. To quote Malone, this is a new game and I do like it.”
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