Suddenly he rose, walked to the window, and stood looking out across the roofs for a long time, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunched, his head bowed. Jake felt for Helene’s soft hand and held it tight.
“走开。” 马龙意外地说道，“离开半个小时再回来。去喝一杯。去绕着街区走走。去做任何你们想做的该死的事，但让我一个人呆着。我要想想。”
“Go away,” Malone said unexpectedly. “Go away for half an hour and e back. Go get a drink. Go walk around the block. Go and do anything you damned well please, but leave me alone. I want to think.”
杰克盯着小个子律师的后背看了足足一分钟，然后轻轻地领着海伦来到走廊，按了电梯铃。在他们乘电梯下楼的时候，他感觉到她的胳膊在他的手下颤抖着，看到她的脸色非常苍白。走到人行道上，她停了下来，抬头看着他。
Jake stared at the little lawyer’s back for a full minute, then led Helene gently out to the hall and rang for the elevator. As they rode down he felt her arm trembling under his hand, and saw that her face was very pale. Out on the sidewalk she paused, looking up at him.
“杰克，怎么了？”
“Jake, what is it?”
“我不知道，” 他说，“而且我也没心情去猜。”
“I don’t know,” he said, “and I’m not in the mood for guessing.”
她皱起眉头。“我需要喝一杯才能想得清楚。”
She frowned. “I need a drink to help me think clearly.”
“跟我来，” 杰克说，“我是圣伯纳德犬（能救人的狗，此处表示能帮她找到喝的）。”
“Follow me,” Jake said. “I’m a St. Bernard.”
他们穿过轻轻飘落的雪花，沿着麦迪逊街走到瓦克大道的拐角处，向南走了半个街区，走进了一家虽然不怎么华丽但却很热闹的酒馆。
They walked through the softly falling snow down Madison Street to the corner of Wacker Drive, turned south for half a block, and entered a pleasantly noisy, though far from ornate, saloon.
杰克把海伦带到一个僻静的角落，喊道：“两杯双份黑麦威士忌，快点。”
Jake waved Helene to a secluded corner and called for, “Two double ryes, quick.”
“可怜的马龙。” 她轻声说，一边摘下手套。黑麦威士忌让她的脸颊恢复了一点血色。她点了一根烟，透过烟雾若有所思地看着，然后说：“不管怎么说，你赢了你的赌注。我希望你开心。”
“Poor Malone,” she said softly, peeling off her gloves. The rye brought a little color back to her cheeks. She lit a cigarette, looked reflectively through its smoke, and said, “Well, anyway, you’ve won your bet. I hope you’re happy.”
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