接着是洛特斯?艾伦进去，她的脸色非常苍白，下巴高高扬起。她回来后摇了摇头。海伦接着进去，然后是伊迪莎?文宁，她回来时嗅着管理员给她的一小瓶氨水。接着是迈克尔?文宁，然后是面容冷酷的卢埃拉?怀特，最后是年轻的彭德利?泰德韦尔。
Lotus Allen went next, her face very white, her chin high. She came back, shaking her head. Helene followed, and then Editha Venning, who returned sniffing a small bottle of ammonia the attendant had given her. She was followed by Michael Venning, then the hard-faced Louella White, and finally young Pendley Tidewell.
就在后者查看那具身份不明的尸体时，里面的房间里突然传来一阵巨大的骚动。冯?弗拉纳根愤怒的咆哮声似乎要把整座楼都震塌了。彭德利?泰德韦尔试图偷拍几张照片。
It was while the latter was viewing the unidentified body that a terrific motion broke loose in the inner room. Von Flanagan’s angry roar seemed to shake the building to its foundations. Pendley Tidewell had attempted to take a few candid-camera shots.
不知怎么的，马龙设法让事情平息了下来。
Somehow Malone managed to calm things down.
“对不起，” 彭德利?泰德韦尔抱歉地说，“我从来没有机会……” 他看了一眼冯?弗拉纳根的脸，赶紧闭上了嘴。
“I’m sorry,” Pendley Tidewell said apologetically. “I never had a chance to—” He looked at von Flanagan’s face and shut up fast.
在所有这些人当中，没有人说认识除夕夜被谋杀的那个人。
Of all the party, no one reported knowing the man who had been murdered on New Year’s Eve.
冯?弗拉纳根把手插在口袋里，皱着眉头。“这群人里有人在说谎。因为在麦克莱恩夫人家里谋杀那个人的和谋杀这家伙的是同一个人。”
Von Flanagan thrust his hands in his pockets and scowled. “Someone in this crowd is a liar. Because the same person who murdered the man in Mrs. McClane’s house murdered this guy.”
马龙把雪茄上的烟灰弹掉。“你这是瞎猜。” 他轻蔑地说，“仅仅因为这两个人碰巧都有同一个伦敦鞋匠做的鞋。”
Malone knocked the ashes from his cigar. “You’re making a wild guess,” he said scornfully. “Just because the two men both happened to have had their shoes made by the same London shoemaker.”
“这么说你也注意到了。” 冯?弗拉纳根吼道。
“So you noticed that, too,” von Flanagan growled.
“这说明不了什么。” 马龙平静地说。
“It doesn’t mean a thing,” Malone began blandly.
“不只是鞋子。” 冯?弗拉纳根咆哮道，“不只是鞋子、西服或者衬衫。还有名字。”
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