马龙探案卷四 之 正确的凶案 二十
迪基特先生走了进来，他是一个瘦弱、苍白、惊恐的年轻人，头发是老鼠灰色。他无助地站在门内，苍白的眼睛从这群人身上一个一个地扫过去。
Mr. Dickett came in, a thin, anemic, frightened young man with mouse-colored hair. He stood helplessly just inside the door, his pale eyes moving from one to another of the group.
冯?弗拉纳根的声音和脸色几乎恢复了正常。他摆出一个从一群检察官那里学来的姿势。
Von Flanagan’s voice and coloring had returned to almost normal. He assumed a stance copied from a representative collection of prosecuting attorneys.
“迪基特先生，你是做什么的？”
“Mr. Dickett, what do you do?”
这个不开心的年轻人咽了口唾沫。他嘟囔了些听起来像 “酒店职员” 的话。
The unhappy young man gulped. He mumbled something that sounded like “hotel clerk.”
“在哪里？”
“Where?”
“格兰德酒店。”
“The LeGrand Hotel.”
“那是一家小酒店，” 冯?弗拉纳根解释道，“在市中心外。” 他再次盯着迪基特先生。“你看过除夕夜被刺伤的那个身份不明的人的尸体吗？”
“That’s a small hotel,” von Flanagan explained, “outside the Loop.” Again he fixed his eye on Mr. Dickett. “Did you view the unidentified body of the man who was stabbed on New Year’s Eve?”
迪基特先生点了点头。“是同一个人。”
Mr. Dickett nodded. “It’s the same one.”
杰克再也忍不住了。“和什么是同一个人？”
Jake couldn’t stand it any longer. “The same as what?”
“和酒店里的那个人。” 迪基特先生深吸了一口气。“他在十二月的最后一天在那里登记入住，要了一个房间。然后他出去了就再也没回来。他就是 —— 在 —— 那里的那个人。当我在报纸上看到这个名字的时候，我就去报警了。”
“As the man at the hotel.” Mr. Dickett drew a long breath. “He registered there the last day of December and took a room. Then he went out and never came back. He’s the one in—in there. When I saw the name in the paper I went to the police.”
“你看到什么名字了？” 马龙问道。
“When you saw what name?” Malone demanded.
“杰拉尔德?图伊兹。”
“Gerald Tuesday.”
每个人都盯着这个年轻人。一种冷酷的满足感开始爬上冯?弗拉纳根宽阔的脸庞。
Everyone stared at the young man. A look of grim satisfaction began to creep over von Flanagan’s broad face.
“让我们把这件事弄清楚，” 马龙说。“这个人 —— 除夕夜被谋杀的人 —— 是在你的酒店登记入住的那个人吗？” 当迪基特先生点头时，他继续说道，“用的什么名字？”
“Let’s get this straight,” Malone said. “This man—who was murdered on New Year’s Eve—was the one who registered at your hotel?” When Mr. Dickett nodded, he went on, “Under what name?”
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