“杰拉尔德?图伊兹。”
“Gerald Tuesday.”
“看到了吧？” 冯?弗拉纳根说。“这个人叫杰拉尔德?图伊兹，在麦克莱恩夫人家里被谋杀的那个人也叫杰拉尔德?图伊兹。”
“You see?” von Flanagan said. “This guy was named Gerald Tuesday, and the guy who was murdered up at Mrs. McClane’s place was named Gerald Tuesday.”
“这肯定是某种错误。” 马龙无力地说道。
“It’s a mistake of some sort,” Malone managed feebly.
“你说得太对了，这是个错误。任何人要是认为能在我面前耍这种花招，那就是大错特错。” 警察用力挠了挠鼻子，接着说，“麦克莱恩夫人家里的那起谋杀案是房子里的某个人干的。没有外人闯入。谋杀发生的时候，麦克莱恩夫人在楼下，马龙和她在一起。文宁夫妇出去散步了，不在房子里。” 他停顿了一下，生气地环顾了一下众人。“谋杀发生的时候，那房子楼上有五个人。布兰德小姐 —— 我是说贾斯特夫人 —— 和这个家伙没有任何关系。我对她的情况了如指掌。”
“You’re damned right it’s a mistake. It’s a mistake for anyone to think he can put over a thing like this on me.” The police officer scratched his nose vigorously and went on, “That murder in Mrs. McClane’s house was done by somebody who belonged there. Nobody broke in from outside. Mrs. McClane was downstairs when the murder was done, Malone was with her. Mr. and Mrs. Venning were out for a walk, out of the house.” He paused and looked angrily around the group. “There were five people upstairs in that house when that murder was mitted. Miss Brand—I mean Mrs. Justus—didn’t have nothing to do with this guy. I know all about her.”
“我们得找个时间交流一下笔记。” 杰克嘟囔道。
“We must pare notes some time,” Jake muttered.
冯?弗拉纳根瞪了他一眼。“这个麦克劳林家伙烂醉如泥，而你 ——” 他愤怒地看着彭德利?泰德韦尔 ——“被关在暗房里。我有个侄子，也是个摄影迷。所以我觉得你不会为了杀个人就从暗房里出来。” 他恶狠狠地盯着卢埃拉?怀特。“你在哪里？”
Von Flanagan glared at him. “This McLaurin guy was passed out cold, and you”—he looked indignantly at Pendley Tidewell—“were shut up in a darkroom. I got a nephew who’s one of these damn camera nuts. So I don’t think you’d e out of a darkroom even to murder some guy” He focused his baleful eye on Louella White. “Where were you?”
“楼上。” 她冷冷地看着他。
“Upstairs.” She looked at him coldly.
“你进过这个家伙的房间吗？”
“Did you go in this guy’s room?”
这章没有结束，请点击下一页继续阅读！