马龙探案卷四 之 正确的凶案 十九
海伦往她拿着的杯子里倒了一点石榴汁，让杯子里温暖的琥珀色液体微微泛起玫瑰色的光泽。她轻轻地搅拌着混合物，尝了尝。
Helene poured a little grenadine into the glass she was holding, giving its warm amber a faintly rosy glow. She stirred the mixture gently and tasted it.
“任何人都应该喜欢这个。尝尝看，罗斯。”
“Anybody ought to like this. Try it, Ross.”
罗斯?麦克劳林顺从地接过杯子，小小地抿了一口。然后他把杯子还回去。
Ross McLaurin took the glass obediently and managed a tiny sip. Then he handed it back.
“对不起。”
“I’m sorry.”
“没关系。” 海伦耐心地说，“我再试试别的。” 她拿起一个空杯子，开始往里面倒各种液体。
“That’s all right,” Helene said patiently. “I’ll try another one.” She picked up an empty glass and began measuring liquids into it.
“不是调味剂的问题。” 年轻人不开心地说，“是酒精，我好像受不了。”
“It isn’t the flavorings,” the young man said unhappily. “It’s the alcohol I can’t seem to stand.”
“没关系。” 杰克安慰道，“我很多时候也有这种感觉。你会克服的。”
“Never mind,” Jake said consolingly. “I’ve felt the same way a lot of times. You’ll get over it.”
马龙呻吟着。“我们一点进展都没有。这是个多么疯狂的主意……”
Malone groaned. “We aren’t getting anywhere at all. Of all the insane ideas—”
“你有更好的主意吗？” 海伦严厉地问。
“Have you a better one?” Helene asked severely.
“没有。” 他承认。
“No,” he admitted.
“那我就继续尝试。”
“Then I’ll go right on trying.”
马龙擦了擦脸。现在是七点钟，从五点半开始，海伦就一直在调制新的鸡尾酒。在这段时间里，床上的年轻人只喝了不到一盎司的酒。
Malone mopped his face. It was now seven o’clock, and Helene had been inventing new cocktails since half-past five. In that time the young man on the bed had managed to down less than an ounce of liquor.
梳妆台上的那堆瓶子足以让一家高档酒吧引以为傲。马龙想到这件事结束后这些瓶子都得由他来处理。他还没决定是自己喝掉它们还是开个酒吧。
The collection of bottles on the bureau would have done credit to a high-class bar. Malone reflected that he’d have them on his hands when this affair was over. He hadn't decided yet whether to drink them himself or just open a saloon.
在他沉思的时候，电话响了。是冯?弗拉纳根打来的。
In the midst of his reflections, the telephone rang. It was von Flanagan.
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