马龙要了三杯浓黑咖啡，每杯里倒了两小杯古巴朗姆酒，然后看了看表。正好九点。他向酒保要了一杯烈酒，走进电话亭，给莫娜·麦克莱恩打电话。
Malone called for three cups of strong black coffee with two jiggers of Cuban rum poured into each, and looked at his watch. It was just nine o’clock. He asked the bartender for a slug went into the phone booth, and called Mona McClane.
“我想你可能想知道罗斯·麦克劳林还活着，而且情况很好。”
“I thought you might like to know Ross McLaurin is alive and doing nicely.”
“谢天谢地。”她说，“我一直在担心。他在哪里？”
“Thank heaven,” she said. “I was worrying. Where is he?”
“在亨罗廷医院，但别再担心了。他会好起来的。”
“In Henrotin Hospital, but don’t worry any more. He’ll pull through.”
在她说话之前有一个极短暂的停顿，然后她说：“你看报纸了吗？”
There was just the barest pause before she said, “Have you seen the papers?”
“没有。”
“No.”
“你可以看看。我们昨晚遭了入室盗窃。”
“You might look at them. We had a burglary last night.”
在律师能问更多问题之前，她挂了电话。
She hung up before the lawyer could ask any more questions.
马龙生气地咒骂着，向酒保要了一份报纸，一边仔细阅读一边向杰克和海伦讲述刚才的通话。
Malone swore angrily, asked the bartender for a paper, and pored over it while he reported the conversation to Jake and Helene.
“在这儿。”杰克说，指着一小段报道，上面说麦克莱恩大厦发生了一起未遂盗窃案。什么也没被偷走，闯入者逃走了。然而，迈克尔·文宁夫人，即前伊迪莎·普特南，她是麦克莱恩夫人的客人，发现了窃贼，头部受了点轻伤。
“There it is,” Jake said, pointing to a small paragraph that told of the attempted burglary of the McClane mansion. Nothing had been taken, and the intruders had got away. However, Mrs. Michael Venning, the former Editha Putnam, who was a guest of Mrs. McClane, and who discovered the burglars, had been slightly injured by a blow on the head.
“嗯，”海伦看了报纸好一会儿后说，“那她昨晚就没打算去枫树公园探查了。”
“Well,” Helene said, after looking at the paper for a long time, “then she wasn’t planning to explore Maple Park last night.”
杰克喝完了最后一口朗姆酒和咖啡，然后去打电话。
Jake finished the last of the rum and coffee and went to the telephone.
“我给芝加哥大街警察局的一个朋友打了个电话，”他回来后说，“显然窃贼在迈克尔·文宁的房间里。文宁不在。不在房子里。警察不知道他在哪里。她——文宁夫人——走进他的房间，被打了头，还没等发出警报，窃贼就完全逃走了。”
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