杰克哼了一声。“如果这是家这么好的报纸，为什么老板要卖掉它呢？”
Jake grunted. “If it’s such a swell newspaper, why does the owner want to sell it?”
“他从商界退休去当警察局长。”冯·弗拉纳根告诉他。
“He’s retiring from business to bee chief of police,” von Flanagan told him.
“嗯。”海伦缓过气来说，“这是诗意的正义。”
“Well,” Helene said, when she’d caught her breath, “poetic justice.”
“任何想当警察的人都是疯子，所以这个人可能还真有点诗意。” 冯?弗拉纳根说。
“Anyone who wants to be a policeman,” von Flanagan said, “is nuts, so probably this guy is poetic at that.”
马龙到了，他的眼睛因为睡眠不足而又红又肿。“麦克莱恩夫人马上就到。你刚才说谁是疯子？”他开始脱大衣。
Malone arrived, his eyes pink and swollen from lack of sleep. “Mrs. McClane will be here in a minute. Who were you just saying was nuts?” He began shedding his overcoat.
“任何想当警察的人。”冯·弗拉纳根重复道。他不满地看着马龙。“现在说说这个在新年前夜被杀的家伙。如果他注定要被杀，为什么他身上没有护照、驾照，甚至连张名片都没有呢？没有。什么都没有。所以我得费好大劲去查他是谁。等我查出来了，然后呢？更多麻烦。”
“Anyone who wants to be a policeman,” von Flanagan repeated. He looked plainingly at Malone. “Now you take this guy who was killed New Year’s Eve. If he was gonna be killed, why couldn’t he have had his passport on him, or a driver’s license, or even a calling card? No. Not a damn thing. So I have to go to all the trouble of finding out who he was. When I do find out, then what? More trouble.”
马龙平淡地说：“人生来就是要成为向上飞去、半路迎接麻烦的火花。”
Malone observed platitudinously, “Man is born to be the spark that flies upward to meet trouble half-way.”
他还没来得及补充更多细节，莫娜·麦克莱恩就到了。她在门口站了一会儿，身影映衬在门框中，环顾着房间。就连丹尼尔·冯·弗拉纳根似乎也觉得她不属于这里，他坐在那里，钦佩地看着她。他在想，如果冯·弗拉纳根夫人看到那件外套，她肯定会对去年的貂皮大衣极度不满。
Before he could add any more details, Mona McClane arrived. She stood for just a moment framed in the doorway, looking around the room. Even Daniel von Flanagan seemed to feel that she didn’t belong there, as he sat looking at her admiringly. He was reflecting that if Mrs. von Flanagan ever got a look at that coat, she was going to bee violently dissatisfied with last year’s mink.
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