Pendley Tidewell’s face fell. “I haven’t made any good ones yet. But maybe these will turn out well. I’m going upstairs and develop them right away.” He grinned at Malone again. “Mona’s made me a darkroom upstairs. Come and see it sometime.”
他跑上楼后，房间似乎显得更大了，也安静了许多许多。
The room seemed much larger and far, far quieter after he had raced up the stairs.
“他真是个好孩子。” 莫娜说。
“He’s really a nice boy,” Mona said.
“可能有颗金子般的心。” 马龙表示赞同。
“Probably a heart of gold,” Malone agreed.
“他是伊迪莎?文宁的侄子。” 她告诉他，“一个孤儿，身无分文。文宁夫妇供他上学。我想他一定很高兴迈克尔?文宁后天就五十岁了，虽然他看起来对钱一点都不在乎，只在乎他的相机。”
“He’s Editha Venning’s nephew,” she told him, “an orphan, and penniless. The Vennings educated him. I imagine he feels greatly relieved that Michael Venning’s going to be fifty day after tomorrow, though he doesn’t seem to care anything about money, only about his camera.”
马龙还没弄明白她的意思，大厅里就传来一阵轻微的骚动，两个人从前门走了进来。其中一个人，一个穿着难看但昂贵的黄绿格子大衣的男人，走进房间向莫娜?麦克莱恩问好。他手里拿着一顶深绿色的软边帽子，帽沿上装饰着一根俏皮的羽毛。
Before Malone could figure out what she meant, there was a mild motion in the hall as two people came in the front door. One of them, a man in an ugly, but expensive yellow and green plaid overcoat, came into the room to greet Mona McClane. In his hand he carried a dark-green slouch brim trimmed with a jaunty feather.
“伊迪莎的外套被雨给毁了。”
“Editha’s ruined her coat in the rain.”
他回到大厅。马龙听到有人在脱外套和套鞋的声音。男人回来了，没穿外套，还带着一个女人。莫娜?麦克莱恩介绍他们是迈克尔?文宁先生和夫人，然后开始调兑苏格兰威士忌和苏打水。
He went back into the hall. Malone caught the sound of wraps and overshoes being shed. The man returned, without the overcoat, a woman with him. Mona McClane introduced them as Mr. and Mrs. Michael Venning, and began mixing Scotch and sodas.
“天气糟透了。” 文宁先生说。他那有教养的声音带着恰到好处的英国腔。“在热带生活了二十年，人会有这种感觉。” 他轻声笑了笑。“考虑到我是在这儿出生的，芝加哥现在对我来说显得非常陌生。”
“Frightful weather,” Mr. Venning said. His well-bred voice had just the right tinge of British. “After living in the tropics for twenty years, one feels it.” He laughed, not too loudly. “Chicago seemed amazingly strange to me, considering I was born here.”
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