“哦，不。” 冯?弗拉纳根赶紧向他保证。他站了一会儿，凝视着空中，好像在努力回忆一件非常重要的事情。突然，他脸上露出恍然大悟的神情。“但是桑德斯夫人尸体上的衣服怎么了？”
“Oh no,” Von Flanagan assured him hastily. He stood for a moment staring into space, as though he were trying hard to remember something of great importance. Suddenly a light broke over his face. “But what happened to the clothes on Mrs. Sanders’ body?”
“哦，那个呀！” 马龙环顾四周，用手势向冯?弗拉纳根示意有些事情只能在没有女人在场的情况下讨论，然后把警察从人群中拉走。有那么一两分钟，他和警察进行了一场夸张地用手势交流的讨论，在这个过程中，警察点了两次头，难以置信地摇了一次头，扬了四次眉毛。当他们回到人群中时，杰克听到冯?弗拉纳根说：“是的。我明白了。是的，我会想办法为报纸处理好这件事。但是说真的，马龙，我从没想到他会这样。”
“Oh, that!” Malone cast a look around him, indicated by gestures to Von Flanagan that some things could only be discussed apart from the presence of women, and drew the police officer away from the group. For a minute or two he carried on a dramatically gestured discussion with the officer, during which the latter nodded twice, shook his head in blank incredulity once, and lifted his eyebrows four times. As they returned to the group Jake heard Von Flanagan say, “Yes. I understand. Yes, I’ll fix it up somehow for the papers. But honestly, Malone, I never would have believed it of him.”
那是杰克最后一次听到关于弗雷特?桑德斯的衣服的事情。马龙永远不会透露他告诉冯?弗拉纳根的事情。
That was the last Jake ever heard about Fleurette Sanders’ clothes. Malone never would confess what he had confided to Von Flanagan.
这个小个子律师快速地瞥了一眼警察毯子下的小土堆，然后又把目光移开了。
The little lawyer took a quick glance at the tiny mound under the police blanket and looked away again.
“如果她知道她有一个多么好的律师，” 他沮丧地说，“她就绝不会试图逃跑了。” 突然，他愤怒地提高了声音。“你那个该死的克鲁切茨基。我应该起诉他。事实上，我想我会这么做。”
“If she’d known what a good lawyer she had,” he said gloomily, “she’d never have tried to make a break for it.” Suddenly his voice rose in anger. “Your damned Kluchetsky. I ought to sue him. In fact, I think I will.”
冯?弗拉纳根从沉思中回过神来，问道：“为什么？”
Von Flanagan roused himself from thought long enough to ask, “Why?”
“那个混蛋，” 马龙咆哮道。“他让我失去了一个客户！”
“The son-of-a-bitch,” Malone growled. “He did me out of a client!”
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