Ohls was a medium-sized thick man with short-cropped faded blond hair and faded blue eyes. He had stiff white
eyebrows1 and in the days before he stopped wearing a hat you were always a little surprised when he took it off—there was so much more head than you expected. He was a hard tough cop with a grim outlook on life but a very decent guy
underneath2. He ought to have made captain years ago. He had passed the examination among the top three half a dozen times. But the Sheriff didn't like him and he didn't like the Sheriff. He came down the stairs rubbing the side of his
jaw3. Flashlights had been going off in the study for a long time. Men had gone in and out. I had just sat in the living room with a plain-clothes dick and waited. Ohls sat down on the edge of a chair and
dangled4 his hands. He was chewing on an unlit cigarette. He looked at me broodingly. "Remember the old days when they had a gatehouse and a private police force in Idle Valley?" I nodded. "And
gambling5 also." "Sure. You can't stop it. This whole valley is still private property. Like Arrowhead used to be, and Emerald Bay. Long time since I was on a case with no reporters jumping around. Somebody must have whispered in Sheriff Petersen's ear. They kept it off the teletype." "Real considerate of them," I said. "How is Mrs.
Wade6?" "Too relaxed. She must of grabbed some pills. There's a dozen kinds up there—even demeroL That's bad stuff. Your friends don't have a lot of luck lately, do they? They get dead." I didn't have anything to say to that. "Gunshot suicides always interest me," Ohls said loosely. "So easy to fake. The wife says you killed him. Why would she say that?" "She doesn't mean it
literally7." "Nobody else was here. She says you knew where the gun was, knew he was getting drunk, knew he had fired off the gun the other night when she had to fight with him to get the gun away from him, You were there that night too. Don't seem to help much, do you?" "I searched his desk this afternoon. No gun. I'd told her where it was and to put it away. She says now she didn't believe in that sort of thing." "Just when would 'now' be?" Ohls asked gruffly. "After she came home and before I phoned the substation." "You searched the desk. Why?" Ohls lifted his hands and put them on his knees. He was looking at me indifferently, as if he didn't care what I said. "He was getting drunk. I thought it just as well to have the gun somewhere else. But he didn't try to kill himself the other night. It was just show-off." Ohls nodded. He took the chewed cigarette out of his mouth, dropped it into a tray, and put a fresh one in place of it. "I quit smoking," he said. "Got me coughing too much, But the goddam things still ride me. Can't feel right without one in my mouth. You supposed to watch the guy when he's alone?" "Certainly not. He asked me to come out and have lunch. We talked and he was kind of
depressed8 about his writing not going well. He
decided9 to hit the bottle. Think I should have taken it away from him?" "I'm not thinking yet. I'm just trying to get a picture. How much drinking did you do?" "Beer." "It's your tough luck you were here, Marlowe. What was the check for? The one he wrote and signed and tore up?" "They all wanted me to come and live here and keep him in line. All means himself, his wife, and his publisher, a man named Howard Spencer. He's in New York, I guess. You can check with him. I turned it down. Afterwards she came to me and said her husband was off on a toot and she was worried and would I find him and bring him home. I did that. Next thing I knew I was carrying him in off his front lawn and putting him to bed. I didn't want any part of it, Bernie. It just kind of grew up around me." "Nothing to do with the Lennox case, huh?" "Aw, for Pete's sake. There isn't any Lennox case." "How true," Ohls said dryly. He squeezed his kneecaps. A man came in at the front door and
spoke10 to the other dick. Then came across to Ohls. "There's a Dr. Loring outside,
Lieutenant11. Says he was called. He's the lady's doctor." "Let him in." The dick went back and Dr. Loring came in with his neat black bag. He was cool and elegant in a tropical worsted suit. He went past me without looking at me. "Upstairs?" he asked Ohls. "Yeah — in her room." Ohls stood up. "What you give her that demerol for, Doc?" Dr. Loring frowned at him. "I prescribe for my patient as I think proper," he said coldly. "I am not required to explain why. Who says I gave Mrs. Wade demerol?" "I do. The bottle's up there with your name on it. She's got a regular drugstore in her bathroom. Maybe you don't know it, Doc, but we have a pretty complete exhibit of the little pills downtown. Bluejays, redbirds, yellow jackets, goofballs, and all the rest of the list. Demerol's about the worst of the lot. That's the stuff Goering lived on, I heard somewhere. Took eighteen a day when they caught him. Took the army doctors three months to cut him down." "I don't know what those words mean," Dr. Loring said
frigidly12. "You don't? Pity. Bluejays are
sodium13 amytal. Redbirds are seconal. Yellow jackets are nembutal. Goofballs are one of the barbiturates laced with benzedrine. Demerol is a
synthetic14 narcotic15 that is very habit forming. You just hand 'em out, huh? Is the lady suffering from something serious?" "A drunken husband can be a very serious complaint indeed for a sensitive woman," Dr. Loring said. "You didn't get around to him, huh? Pity. Mrs. Wade's upstairs, Doc. Thanks for the time." "You are impertinent, sir. I shall report you." "Yeah, do that," Ohls said. "But before you report me, do something else. Keep the lady clear in her head. I've got .uestions to ask." "I shall do exactly what I think best for her condition. Do you know who I am, by any chance? And just to make matters clear, Mr. Wade was not my patient. I don't treat
alcoholics17." "Just their wives, huh?" Ohls
snarled18 at him. "Yeah, I know who you are, Doc. I'm bleeding internally. My name is Ohls. Lieutenant Ohls." Dr. Loring went on up the stairs. Obis sat down again and grinned at me. "You got to be diplomatic with this kind of people," he said. A man came out of the study and came up to Ohls. A thin serious-looking man with glasses and a brainy forehead. "Lieutenant." "Shoot." "The wound is contact, typically suicidal, with a good deal of distention from gas pressure. The eyes are exophthalmic from the same cause. I don't think there will be any prints on the outside of the gun. It's been bled on too freely." "Could it be homicide if the guy was asleep or passed out drunk?" Ohls asked him. "Of course, but there's no indication of it. The gun's a Webley Hammerless. Typically, this gun takes a very stiff pull to cock it, but a very light pull to discharge it. The
recoil19 explains the position of the gun. I see nothing against suicide so far. I expect a high figure on
alcoholic16 concentration. If it's high enough — " the man stopped and
shrugged20 meaningly—"I might be inclined to doubt suicide." "Thanks. Somebody call the coroner?" The man nodded and went away, Ohls yawned and looked at his watch. Then he looked at me. "You want to blow?" "Sure, if you'll let me. I thought I was a suspect." "We might oblige you later on. Stick around where you can be found, that's all. You were a dick once, you know how they go. Some you got to work fast before the evidence gets away from you, This one is just the opposite. If it was a homicide, who wanted him dead? His wife? She wasn't here. You? Fine, you had the house to yourself and knew where the gun was. A perfect setup, Everything but a
motive21, and we might perhaps give some weight to your experience. I figure if you wanted to kill a guy, you could maybe do it a little less obviously." "Thahks, Bernie. I could at that." "The help wasn't here. They're out. So it must have been somebody that just happened to drop by. That somebody had to know where Wade's gun was, had to find him drunk enough to be asleep or passed out, and had to pull the trigger when that speedboat was making enough noise to drown the shot, and had to get away before you came back into the house. That I don't buy on any knowledge I have now. The only person who had the means and opportunity was the one guy who wouldn't have used them — for the simple reason he was the one guy who had them." I stood up to go. "Okay, Bernie. I'll be home all evening." "There's just one thing," Ohls said
musingly22. "This man Wade was a big time writer. Lots of
dough23, lots of reputation. I don't go for his sort of crap myself. You might find nicer people than his characters in a whorehouse. That's a matter of taste and none of my business as a cop. With all this money he had a beautiful home in one of the best places to live in in the county. He had a beautiful wife, lots of friends, and no troubles at all. What I want to know is what made all that so tough that he had to pull a trigger? Sure as hell something did. If you know, you better get ready to lay it on the line. See you." I went to the door. The man on the door looked back at Ohls, got the sign, and let me out. I got into my car and had to edge over on the lawn to get around the various official cars that jammed the driveway. At the gate another deputy looked me over but didn't say anything. I slipped my dark glasses on and drove back towards the main highway. The road was empty and peacefuL The afternoon sun beat down on the manicured lawns and the large roomy expensive houses behind them. A man not unknown to the world had died in a pool of blood in a house in Idle Valley, but the lazy quiet had not been disturbed. So far as the newspapers were concerned it might have happened in Tibet. At a turn of the road the walls of two estates came down to the shoulder and a dark green sheriff's car was parked there. A deputy got out and held up his hand. I stopped. He came to the window. "May I see your driver's
license24, please?" I took out my wallet and handed it to him open. "Just the license, please, I'm not allowed to touch your wallet." I took it out and gave it to him. "What's the trouble?" He glanced into my car and handed me back my license. "No trouble," he said. "Just a routine check. Sorry to have troubled you." He waved me on and went back to the parked car. Just like a cop. They never tell you why they are doing anything. That way you don't find out they don't know themselves. I drove home, bought myself a couple of cold drinks, went out to dinner, came back, opened the windows and my shirt and waited for something to happen. I waited a long time. It was nine o'clock when Bernie Ohls called up and told me to come in and not stop on the way to pick any flowers.
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eyebrows
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眉毛( eyebrow的名词复数 ) |
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- Eyebrows stop sweat from coming down into the eyes. 眉毛挡住汗水使其不能流进眼睛。
- His eyebrows project noticeably. 他的眉毛特别突出。
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underneath
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adj.在...下面,在...底下;adv.在下面 |
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- Working underneath the car is always a messy job.在汽车底下工作是件脏活。
- She wore a coat with a dress underneath.她穿着一件大衣,里面套着一条连衣裙。
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jaw
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n.颚,颌,说教,流言蜚语;v.喋喋不休,教训 |
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- He delivered a right hook to his opponent's jaw.他给了对方下巴一记右钩拳。
- A strong square jaw is a sign of firm character.强健的方下巴是刚毅性格的标志。
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dangled
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悬吊着( dangle的过去式和过去分词 ); 摆动不定; 用某事物诱惑…; 吊胃口 |
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- Gold charms dangled from her bracelet. 她的手镯上挂着许多金饰物。
- It's the biggest financial incentive ever dangled before British footballers. 这是历来对英国足球运动员的最大经济诱惑。
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gambling
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n.赌博;投机 |
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- They have won a lot of money through gambling.他们赌博赢了很多钱。
- The men have been gambling away all night.那些人赌了整整一夜。
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wade
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v.跋涉,涉水;n.跋涉 |
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- We had to wade through the river to the opposite bank.我们只好涉水过河到对岸。
- We cannot but wade across the river.我们只好趟水过去。
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literally
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adv.照字面意义,逐字地;确实 |
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- He translated the passage literally.他逐字逐句地翻译这段文字。
- Sometimes she would not sit down till she was literally faint.有时候,她不走到真正要昏厥了,决不肯坐下来。
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depressed
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adj.沮丧的,抑郁的,不景气的,萧条的 |
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- When he was depressed,he felt utterly divorced from reality.他心情沮丧时就感到完全脱离了现实。
- His mother was depressed by the sad news.这个坏消息使他的母亲意志消沉。
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decided
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adj.决定了的,坚决的;明显的,明确的 |
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- This gave them a decided advantage over their opponents.这使他们比对手具有明显的优势。
- There is a decided difference between British and Chinese way of greeting.英国人和中国人打招呼的方式有很明显的区别。
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spoke
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n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说 |
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- They sourced the spoke nuts from our company.他们的轮辐螺帽是从我们公司获得的。
- The spokes of a wheel are the bars that connect the outer ring to the centre.辐条是轮子上连接外圈与中心的条棒。
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lieutenant
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n.陆军中尉,海军上尉;代理官员,副职官员 |
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- He was promoted to be a lieutenant in the army.他被提升为陆军中尉。
- He prevailed on the lieutenant to send in a short note.他说动那个副官,递上了一张简短的便条进去。
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sodium
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n.(化)钠 |
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- Out over the town the sodium lights were lit.在外面,全城的钠光灯都亮了。
- Common salt is a compound of sodium and chlorine.食盐是钠和氯的复合物。
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synthetic
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adj.合成的,人工的;综合的;n.人工制品 |
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- We felt the salesman's synthetic friendliness.我们感觉到那位销售员的虚情假意。
- It's a synthetic diamond.这是人造钻石。
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narcotic
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n.麻醉药,镇静剂;adj.麻醉的,催眠的 |
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- Opium is classed under the head of narcotic.鸦片是归入麻醉剂一类的东西。
- No medical worker is allowed to prescribe any narcotic drug for herself.医务人员不得为自己开处方使用麻醉药品。
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alcoholic
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adj.(含)酒精的,由酒精引起的;n.酗酒者 |
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- The alcoholic strength of brandy far exceeds that of wine.白兰地的酒精浓度远远超过葡萄酒。
- Alcoholic drinks act as a poison to a child.酒精饮料对小孩犹如毒药。
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Alcoholics
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n.嗜酒者,酒鬼( alcoholic的名词复数 ) |
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- Many alcoholics go on drinking sprees that continue for days at a time. 许多酒鬼一次要狂饮好几天。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
- Do you have a copy of the Alcoholics Anonymous book? 你手上有戒酒匿名会的书吗? 来自互联网
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snarled
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v.(指狗)吠,嗥叫, (人)咆哮( snarl的过去式和过去分词 );咆哮着说,厉声地说 |
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- The dog snarled at us. 狗朝我们低声吼叫。
- As I advanced towards the dog, It'snarled and struck at me. 我朝那条狗走去时,它狂吠着向我扑来。 来自《简明英汉词典》
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recoil
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vi.退却,退缩,畏缩 |
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- Most people would recoil at the sight of the snake.许多人看见蛇都会向后退缩。
- Revenge may recoil upon the person who takes it.报复者常会受到报应。
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shrugged
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vt.耸肩(shrug的过去式与过去分词形式) |
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- Sam shrugged and said nothing. 萨姆耸耸肩膀,什么也没说。
- She shrugged, feigning nonchalance. 她耸耸肩,装出一副无所谓的样子。 来自《简明英汉词典》
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motive
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n.动机,目的;adv.发动的,运动的 |
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- The police could not find a motive for the murder.警察不能找到谋杀的动机。
- He had some motive in telling this fable.他讲这寓言故事是有用意的。
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dough
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n.生面团;钱,现款 |
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- She formed the dough into squares.她把生面团捏成四方块。
- The baker is kneading dough.那位面包师在揉面。
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license
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n.执照,许可证,特许;v.许可,特许 |
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- The foreign guest has a license on the person.这个外国客人随身携带执照。
- The driver was arrested for having false license plates on his car.司机由于使用假车牌而被捕。
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