马龙探案卷四 之 正确的凶案 三十
“他会挺过来的，但可能会昏迷好几个小时。”马龙说，恶狠狠地咬着他的雪茄。“在他们决定也给我们准备床铺之前，我们最好离开这个地方。”
“He’ll pull through, but he may be unconscious for hours,” Malone said, chewing savagely on his cigar. “We might as well get out of this place before they decide to roll out beds for us, too.”
现在是早上八点。在医院候诊室里睡了两个小时让马龙稍微恢复了一点，但他有一种模糊而不安的感觉，觉得自己开始慢慢陷入麻痹状态。
It was eight in the morning. The two-hour nap in the hospital waiting room had helped Malone a little, but he had a vague and unfortable notion that creeping paralysis was beginning to get under way.
正如律师所猜测的那样，罗斯·麦克劳林的伤并不严重，但他因受冻而痛苦不堪。现在需要休息和安静。马龙希望有人也能给他开点休息和安静的药方。
Ross McLaurin’s injury, as the lawyer had guessed, was not serious, but he was suffering badly from exposure. Rest and quiet were indicated right now. Malone wished someone would prescribe rest and quiet for him.
三个人走到克拉克街，向南朝着市中心走去。天空又阴沉下来，呈现出一片寒冷、阴沉的灰色。有轨电车哐当哐当地驶过，挤满了第一批去上八点半班的工人。克拉克街本身沉闷而又几乎空无一人。那些打着“21 美分两杯”广告的酒馆和廉价舞厅正在被打扫。甚至当铺都关着门。几个流浪汉在那些简陋的小餐馆里吃着“五美分咖啡和两个甜甜圈”。在他们前面，市中心的高楼大厦和尖顶直插云霄，气势恢宏而又令人生畏。
The three walked over to Clark Street and headed south toward the Loop. The sky had clouded over again and was a cold, dismal gray. Streetcars rattled by, crowded with the first influx of workers headed for eight-thirty jobs. Clark Street itself was dreary and half deserted. Taverns advertising “Two Shots for 21c” and cheap dance halls were being swept out. Even the pawnshops were closed. A few bums were having “Coffee and Two Doughnuts, 5c,” in the hole-in-the-wall lunchrooms. Ahead of them, the towers and spires of the Loop reached up, massive and forbidding against the sky.
“正如我所想的那样。”马龙说，“这家伙四处游荡，然后开始和错误的人说话。不管他开始和谁说话，显然那个人把他引诱到了一个偏僻的地方，试图从他那里套取信息，最后把他带到了枫树公园，然后刺伤了他。凶手显然认为如果他还没死，寒冷的天气也会要了他的命。”他把衣领竖了起来。“我们这是要去哪儿，为什么不坐出租车呢？”
“It’s just as I thought,” Malone said. “This guy got to wandering around and he started talking to the wrong person. Whoever he started talking to evidently lured him off to some secluded spot, tried to pump him for information, finally got him out to Maple Park, and stabbed him. The murderer evidently figured if he wasn’t done for already, the cold weather would finish the job.” He turned up his coat collar. “Where the hell are we going, and why don’t we take a taxi?”
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