“没有。”
“No.”
“在四点到四点半之间，你去过走廊吗？”
“Did you go out in the hall between four and four-thirty?”
“没有。”
“No.”
“那么那段时间你一直都在自己的房间里？”
“Then you were in your room all that time?”
“没有。”
“No.”
冯?弗拉纳根的脸开始变得通红。马龙觉得稍微高兴了一点。
Von Flanagan’s face was beginning to turn a deep crimson. Malone felt a little happier.
“你在楼上？”
“You were upstairs?”
“是。”
“Yes.”
“你没有去过走廊？”
“And you didn’t go out in the hall?”
“没有。”
“No.”
“但你也不在自己的房间里？”
“But you weren’t in your room?”
“没有。”
“No.”
“那么，” 冯?弗拉纳根吼道，“你到底在哪里？”
“Then,” von Flanagan roared, “where in the hell were you?”
她愤怒地看了他整整三十秒才回答。
She looked at him indignantly for a full thirty seconds before answering.
“在厕所。”
“In the toilet.”
嗯，马龙想，冯?弗拉纳根破纪录了。他让卢埃拉?怀特连续说了三个字。
Well, Malone reflected, von Flanagan had broken the record. He’d got Louella White to speak three consecutive words.
警察努力压下怒火。“在证人席上你会好好说话的。” 他深吸一口气。“只有一个人有可能杀了这个人，而她就是凶手。她用的是假名，和她护照上的名字不一样。我猜这个人是要揭发她。” 他转向脸色变得煞白的洛特斯?艾伦。“你因谋杀杰拉尔德?图伊兹被捕了，小姐。”
The police officer managed to swallow his rage. “You’ll talk all right on the witness stand.” He drew a long breath. “There is just one person who could have murdered this guy and she did. She’s here under a phony name, not the same one that’s on her passport. I guess this guy was going to give her away.” He turned to Lotus Allen, who had turned very white. “You’re under arrest, Miss, for the murder of Gerald Tuesday.”
现在莫娜?麦克莱恩的脸色变得煞白。她跳了起来。“你不能逮捕她！”
Now it was Mona McClane who turned white. She jumped to her feet. “You can’t arrest her!”
“你说我不能逮捕她是什么意思？” 冯?弗拉纳根吼道，“我是执法人员！”
“What the hell do you mean, I can’t arrest her,” von Flanagan roared. “I’m an officer of the law!”
莫娜?麦克莱恩疲倦地做了个小手势。“她甚至不认识他。她这辈子从没见过他，也没和他说过话。她不可能谋杀杰拉尔德?图伊兹或者其他人。”
Mona McClane made a weary little gesture. “She didn’t even know him. She’d never seen nor spoken to him in her life. She couldn’t possibly have murdered Gerald Tuesday, or anyone else.”
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