马龙探案卷四 之 正确的凶案 五
那阵响亮的敲门声至少持续了十五分钟才把马龙吵醒。他迷迷糊糊地觉得走廊里正在进行一场猛烈的炮击，但他对此不感兴趣。他只希望在他门外放炮的人赶紧走开，让他继续睡觉。
The loud knocking annoyed Malone for at least fifteen minutes before it woke him. He had a vague, dreamy notion that a violent bombardment was going on in the hall, but he wasn’t interested in it. He only wished that whoever was shooting off seventy-fives outside his door would go away and let him sleep.
最后他终于清醒过来，睁开一只眼睛大喊：“滚开。”
At last he woke enough to open one eye and shout, “Go to hell.”
门外一个声音说：“我是杰克?贾斯特。”
A voice outside the door said, “It’s Jake Justus.”
“很高兴认识你，贾斯特先生。” 马龙喊道，然后又睡着了。十五秒钟后，“杰克?贾斯特” 这个名字透过他大脑中层层的睡意渗透进来，他立刻完全清醒了。他从床上一跃而起，打开门，又一头钻回了被窝。
“I’m pleased to meet you, Mr. Justus,” Malone called, and went back to sleep again. Fifteen seconds later the name Jake Justus seeped through the layers of sleep in his brain, and he was instantly wide-awake. He bounded out of bed, unlocked the door, and dived back under the covers again.
“好吧，进来把门关上。” 他抱怨地说。他把头从被窝里探出来，露出一只粉红色眼圈的眼睛、几英寸红润的额头和一绺黑发，看着他的访客。
“Well, e in and shut the door,” he said plainingly. He poked his head out from the covers until one pink-rimmed eye, a few inches of ruddy forehead, and a tuft of black hair showed, and regarded his visitor.
马龙看到一个高个子、非常瘦的年轻人，只是稍微有点驼背，穿着一套皱巴巴的花呢套装。他有一头乱蓬蓬的鲜红色头发，一张瘦削、多骨的脸，被百慕大的太阳晒得愉快地布满雀斑，通常很和蔼、笑嘻嘻的。现在可不和蔼了。那是一种严峻和憔悴的令人不安的组合。
Malone saw a tall, very thin young man, only slightly stoop-shouldered, and dressed in a badly mussed tweed suit. He had an unruly thatch of bright red hair, and a lean, bony face, pleasantly freckled by the Bermuda sun, that was usually amiable and grinning. It was not amiable now. It was a disturbing bination of grim and haggard.
杰克?贾斯特环顾了一下房间，把手深深地插进兜里，然后对马龙皱起了眉头。
Jake Justus looked around the room, thrust his hands deep in his pockets, and scowled at Malone.
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