“恐怕说得通。”马龙若有所思地说，“我几乎希望它说不通，但它确实说得通。邪恶的道理，而且是在某个理智的头脑的运作下。任何看起来像这样疯狂的事情肯定有其道理。”
“I’m afraid it does,” Malone said meditatively. “I almost wish it didn’t, but it does. Diabolical sense, and in the working of some sane mind, too. Anything that seems as crazy as this is bound to make sense.”
“与此同时。”杰克问道，“莫娜·麦克莱恩到底杀了谁？”
“In the meantime.” Jake demanded, “who the hell did Mona McClane murder?”
律师叹了口气。“这两起谋杀案和莫娜·麦克莱恩之间肯定有某种联系。”他说，“我们所要做的就是找出是什么联系。”
The lawyer sighed. “There must be some connection between these two murders and Mona McClane,” he said. “All we need to do is find out what it is.”
他皱着眉头看着桌上的纸。那是一份名叫杰拉尔德·图伊兹的人的死亡证明的副本，1892 年生于印第安纳州埃尔克哈特，1921 年在芝加哥死于心脏病。
He scowled at the paper on his desk. It was a copy of the death certificate of one Gerald Tuesday, born in Elkhart. Indiana, in 1892, and dead of heart disease in Chicago in 1921.
“签署那份证明的医生的名字看起来很熟悉。”杰克皱着眉头说。
“The name of the doctor who signed that certificate seems familiar,” Jake said, frowning.
“应该熟悉。”马龙说，“大约五年前，他因为给一个逃犯做面部手术而被送进了监狱。承办人的名字也应该很熟悉。他卷入了帮派战争，大约在 1930 年被枪杀了。一对不错的下流胚。”
“It should,” Malone said. “He was sent to jail about five years ago for performing a facial operation on an escaped convict. The name of the undertaker should seem familiar, too. He was messed up with the gang war, and got himself shot about 1930. A nice brace of lowlifes.”
“与此同时。”海伦说，“罗斯代尔公墓的那个坟墓里有什么？”
“Meantime.” Helene said, “what is in that grave in Rosedale cemetery?”
“我不知道。”马龙说，“但也许明天我就会知道——在我信任的几个人今晚闯进那里并查明之后。与此同时。”他又叹了口气，“也许我能查到更多关于这些杰拉尔德·图伊兹的事情——如果这份证明上的出生地是正确的。”
“I don’t know,” Malone said. “But maybe I will tomorrow—after a couple of boys I can trust break in there tonight and find out. Meantime,” he sighed again, “maybe I can find out more about these Gerald Tuesdays—if the birthplace named on this certificate is correct.”
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