“All right,” Von Flanagan said wearily, “all right, all right. I’ll find out about your damned gun.” He went to the door and yelled something unintelligible down the corridor, came back to his desk, and muttered, “It’d serve you right if I refused to tell you a thing about what I find out.”
马龙说：“我恨不得马上带着我的漂亮手枪回家。”
Malone said, “For two cents I’d take my pretty gun and go home.”
“我恨不得，” 冯?弗拉纳根说，“我就让你 ——” 他猛地打断了自己的话，因为这时门开了，那个红着脸的警察走了进来。他的眼睛迅速扫视了一圈房间，注意到了杰克的存在，然后满怀希望地看着冯?弗拉纳根。
“For two cents,” Von Flanagan said, “I’d tell you to stick-” He interrupted himself hastily, just as the door opened and the red-faced policeman came in. His eyes went quickly around the room, noted Jake’s present, and looked hopefully at Von Flanagan.
冯?弗拉纳根猛地转头看向马龙，平静地说：“指控这个人携带隐藏武器，把他关进牢房。他来这里时口袋里揣着一把手枪。”
Von Flanagan jerked his head toward Malone and said calmly, “Charge this man with carrying concealed weapons and throw him in the can. He came here with a pistol in his pocket.”
海伦倒吸了一口气，杰克在嘴里挤出一个 “你……” 然后迅速闭上了嘴。那个小个子律师坐到冯?弗拉纳根办公桌的一角，从口袋里掏出一支雪茄，慢慢地、故意地剥开，点燃，然后才开口说话。
Helene gasped. Jake said, “Why you-” and shut his mouth quickly. The little lawyer sat down on a corner of Von Flanagan’s desk, took a cigar from his pocket, unwrapped it slowly and deliberately and lighted it, before he spoke.
“冯?弗拉纳根，” 他随口说道，语气十分友好，“你会不会忘记那次你和乔?弗林，以及来自密尔沃基的那个家伙，带着《星与饰带》剧团的女孩们去惠顿路酒店，而那个密尔沃基的家伙……”
“Von Flanagan,” he said casually, and in the friendliest of tones, “will you ever forget that time you and Joe Flynn and that guy from Milwaukee went out to the Wheaton roadhouse with the babes from the Star and Garter, and how the guy from Milwaukee-”
他还没沉浸完对往事的闲散回忆，就被警察急忙打断了。“走吧，克鲁切茨基，” 他厉声说道。
That was as far as his idle reminiscences went before the police officer hastily interrupted him. “Beat it, Kluchetsky,” he snapped.
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