马龙探案卷四 之 正确的凶案 十五
“我看你找到了。” 杰克不恰当地说道。伊迪莎?文宁没有回答。他看了她一会儿，她站在那里，脸色苍白，深陷的大眼睛又黑又暗。
“I see you’ve found it,” Jake said inadequately. Editha Venning didn’t answer. He watched her for a moment as she stood there, her face pale, her immense, deep-set eyes dark and shadowy.
这是真的。这肯定是真的。安迪?阿赫恩的杜松子酒没那么厉害。他坚定地对自己说：“我是杰克?贾斯特。” 这听起来相当有说服力，但也不是完全如此。他用手指捏起一小撮雪。感觉很冷。也让人安心。
It was real. It had to be real. Andy Ahearn’s gin wasn’t that potent. He said to himself firmly, “I am Jake Justus.” It sounded rather convincing, but not entirely. He picked up a pinch of snow in his fingers. It felt cold. And reassuring.
他更仔细地看了看坟墓。挖这个坟墓肯定很费劲。有人不得不在那冻硬的地上用镐头挖。坟墓周围有一堆堆被雨点溅污的雪，但坟墓里面只有薄薄的一层雪。
He took a closer look at the grave. It must have been a tough job to dig it. Someone had had to use a pickax on that frozen ground. There were piles of rain-spotted snow around it, but only a faint sprinkling of snow in the grave itself.
杰克努力回想最后一场雪是什么时候下的。自从他回到芝加哥后就没下过。马龙提到过新年夜下过雪。从那以后下过几场雨，但没再下雪。那么这个坟墓是新年以后的某个时候挖的。
Jake tried to remember when the last snow had fallen. Not since he had been back in Chicago. Malone had mentioned that it had snowed on New Year’s Eve. Since then there had been a few rains, but no snow. Then the grave had been dug sometime since New Year’s.
会是谁挖的呢？肯定不是伊迪莎?文宁自己。她是个高挑、健壮的女人，但还没强壮到能做那样的工作。而且，她之前都不知道坟墓在哪里；她得去找。或者她是为了那个意外的目击者而装出来的？
Who could have dug it? Certainly not Editha Venning herself. She was a tall, muscular woman, but not strong enough for that job. Besides, she hadn’t known where the grave was; she’d had to look for it. Or had she put on an act for the unexpected witness?
突然，她转身开始往回走，一句话也没说。杰克跟着她，想着自己敢问哪些问题。在路变宽的地方，他走到她旁边，挽起她的胳膊帮她走过崎岖的地方，偶尔偷看她的脸。
Suddenly she turned and began retracing her steps, without a word. Jake followed, wondering what questions he dared ask. Where the path widened, he stepped up beside her taking her arm to help her over the rough patches, and stealing occasional glances at her face.
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