Jake ran hastily through the collection. “Four hundred and twenty-eight bucks in paper,” he reported. “I’m damned if I’ll count all those two-bit pieces.”
“还不错。” 马龙说。“昨天我去玩扑克的时候，心里只想着赢足够的钱还给马克斯?胡克。我不介意向他借钱，但我非常讨厌欠他任何东西。我本打算赢到三百就收手，但显然我有点太投入了。”
“Not bad,” Malone said. “When I went to play poker yesterday, all I had in mind was winning enough dough to pay back Max Hook. I don’t mind borrowing from him, but I hate like hell to owe him anything. I meant to stop when I had three hundred, but apparently I got a little enthusiastic.”
“听着，马龙 ——” 杰克开口道。
“Listen Malone—” Jake began.
律师拿起电话，又放下，说 “海伦是 ——” 他突然停住，改口说 “海伦在哪儿？”
The lawyer picked up the telephone, set it down again, said “Helene is—” stopped himself, and said instead, “Where is Helene?”
“我要是知道就怪了。” 杰克说。“我也不在乎。她可能和她老爸在哈瓦那呢。”
“Damned if I know,” Jake said. “Damned if I care, either. She’s probably down in Havana with her old man.”
“蜜月才一周就回娘家了。这应该能创个什么纪录吧。” 马龙尖刻地说。
“Gone back to father,” Malone said acidly. “After a week of honeymoon. That ought to establish a record of some kind.”
“她离开了我。” 杰克说。
“She left me,” Jake said.
“为什么？”
“Why?”
“这不关你的事。”
“That’s none of your business.”
“这句话越来越单调了。” 马龙神秘地说。他站起来开始穿衣服。“除了我的钱，还有什么让你回芝加哥的？”
“That line is getting monotonous,” Malone said cryptically. He rose and began pulling on his clothes. “What brought you back to Chicago, besides my money?”
“和莫娜?麦克莱恩的那个赌注。” 杰克说。
“That bet with Mona McClane,” Jake said.
马龙在徒劳地找一件干净衬衫的时候停了下来。这段对话有种奇怪的似曾相识的感觉。“那个赌注怎么了？”
Malone paused in the act of looking futilely for a clean shirt. There was something oddly reminiscent about the conversation. “What about that bet?”
“我要赢了它。” 杰克冷酷地说。“我要拿到赌场的地契。我要让她看看。”
“I’m going to win it,” Jake said grimly. “I’m going to get that deed to the Casino. I’ll show her.”
“你要给谁看什么？”
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