"About three hours ago, sir."
"What!" cried Dunbar. "Three hours ago! But I have been here myself within that time—in the Commissioner's office."
"Sergeant Sowerby left before then. I saw him go."
"But, my good fellow, he has been back again. He spoke7 to me on the telephone less than a quarter of an hour ago."
"Not from here, sir."
"But I say it was from here!" shouted Dunbar fiercely; "and I told him to wait for me."
"Yes. Wait a minute. Is the Commissioner here?"
"Yes, sir, I believe so. At least I have not seen him go."
"Find Sergeant Sowerby and tell him to wait here for me," snapped
Dunbar.
He walked out into the bare corridor and along to the room of the Assistant Commissioner. Knocking upon the door, he opened it immediately, and entered an apartment which afforded a striking contrast to his own. For whereas the room of Inspector Dunbar was practically unfurnished, that of his superior was so filled with tables, cupboards, desks, bureaux, files, telephones, bookshelves and stacks of documents that one only discovered the Assistant Commissioner sunk deep in a padded armchair and a cloud of tobacco smoke by dint9 of close scrutiny10. The Assistant Commissioner was small, sallow and satanic. His black moustache was very black and his eyes were of so dark a brown as to appear black also. When he smiled he revealed a row of very large white teeth, and his smile was correctly Mephistophelean. He smoked a hundred and twenty Egyptian cigarettes per diem, and the first and second fingers of either hand were coffee-coloured.
"Good-evening, Inspector," he said courteously11. "You come at an opportune12 moment." He lighted a fresh cigarette. "I was detained here unusually late to-night or this news would not have reached us till the morning." He laid his finger upon a yellow form. "There is an unpleasant development in 'The Scorpion13' case."
"So I gather, sir. That is what brought me back to the Yard."
The Assistant Commissioner glanced up sharply.
"What brought you back to the Yard?" he asked.
"The news about Max."
The assistant Commissioner leaned back in his chair. "Might I ask, Inspector," he said, "what news you have learned and how you have learned it?"
Dunbar stared uncomprehendingly.
"Sowerby 'phoned me about half an hour ago, sir. Did he do so without your instructions?"
"Most decidedly. What was his message?"
"He told me," replied Dunbar, in ever-growing amazement14, "that the body brought in by the River Police last night had been identified as that of Gaston Max."
The Assistant Commissioner handed a pencilled slip to Dunbar. It read as follows:—
"Gaston Max in London. Scorpion, Narcombe. No report since 30th ult.
Fear trouble. Identity-disk G. M. 49685."
"But, sir," said Dunbar—"this is exactly what Sowerby told me!"
"Quite so. That is the really extraordinary feature of the affair. Because, you see, Inspector, I only finished decoding15 this message at the very moment that you knocked at my door!"
"But——"
"There is no room for a 'but,' Inspector. This confidential16 message from Paris reached me ten minutes ago. You know as well as I know that there is no possibility of leakage17. No one has entered my room in the interval18, yet you tell me that Sergeant Sowerby communicated this information to you, by telephone, half an hour ago."
Dunbar was tapping his teeth with the pencil. His amazement was too great for words.
"Had the message been a false one," continued the Commissioner, "the matter would have been resolved into a meaningless hoax19, but the message having been what it was, we find ourselves face to face with no ordinary problem. Remember, Inspector, that voices on the telephone are deceptive20. Sergeant Sowerby has marked vocal21 mannerisms——"
"Which would be fairly easy to imitate? Yes, sir—that's so."
"But it brings us no nearer to the real problems; viz., first, the sender of the message; and, second, his purpose."
There was a dull purring sound and the Assistant Commissioner raised the telephone.
"Yes. Who is it that wishes to speak to him? Dr. Keppel Stuart?
Connect with my office."
He turned again to Dunbar.
"Dr. Stuart has a matter of the utmost urgency to communicate, Inspector. It was at the house of Dr. Stuart, I take it, that you received the unexplained message?"
"It was—yes."
"Yes. It's a scorpion's tail."
"Ah!" The Assistant Commissioner smiled satanically and lighted a fresh cigarette. "And is Dr. Stuart agreeable to placing his unusual knowledge at our disposal for the purposes of this case?"
"He is, sir."
The purring sound was repeated.
"You are through to Dr. Stuart," said the Assistant Commissioner.
"Hullo" cried Dunbar, taking up the receiver—"is that Dr. Stuart?
Dunbar speaking."
He stood silent for a while, listening to the voice over the wires. Then: "You want me to come around now, doctor? Very well. I'll be with you in less than half an hour."
He put down the instrument.
"Something extraordinary seems to have taken place at Dr. Stuart's house a few minutes after I left, sir," he said. "I'm going back there, now, for particulars. It sounds as though the 'phone message might have been intended to get me away." He stared down at the pencilled slip which the Assistant Commissioner had handed him, but stared vacantly, and: "Do you mind if I call someone up, sir?" he asked. "It should be done at once."
"Call by all means, Inspector."
Dunbar again took up the telephone.
"Battersea 0996," he said, and stood waiting. Then:
"Is that Battersea 0996?" he asked. "Is Dr. Stuart there? He is speaking? Oh, this is Inspector Dunbar. You called me up here at the Yard a few moments ago, did you not? Correct, doctor; that's all I wanted to know. I am coming now."
"Good," said the Assistant Commissioner, nodding his approval. "You will have to check 'phone messages in that way until you have run your mimic23 to earth, Inspector. I don't believe for a moment that it was Sergeant Sowerby who rang you up at Dr. Stuart's."
"Neither do I," said Dunbar grimly. "But I begin to have a glimmer24 of a notion who it was. I'll be saying good-night, sir. Dr. Stuart seems to have something very important to tell me."
As a mere25 matter of form he waited for the report of the constable who had gone in quest of Sowerby, but it merely confirmed the fact that Sowerby had left Scotland Yard over three hours earlier. Dunbar summoned a taxicab and proceeded to the house of Dr. Stuart.
点击收听单词发音
1 inspector | |
n.检查员,监察员,视察员 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
2 severely | |
adv.严格地;严厉地;非常恶劣地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3 commissioner | |
n.(政府厅、局、处等部门)专员,长官,委员 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
4 drawn | |
v.拖,拉,拔出;adj.憔悴的,紧张的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5 constable | |
n.(英国)警察,警官 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6 sergeant | |
n.警官,中士 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7 spoke | |
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 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8 inquiries | |
n.调查( inquiry的名词复数 );疑问;探究;打听 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9 dint | |
n.由于,靠;凹坑 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10 scrutiny | |
n.详细检查,仔细观察 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11 courteously | |
adv.有礼貌地,亲切地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12 opportune | |
adj.合适的,适当的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13 scorpion | |
n.蝎子,心黑的人,蝎子鞭 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14 amazement | |
n.惊奇,惊讶 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
15 decoding | |
n.译码,解码v.译(码),解(码)( decode的现在分词 );分析及译解电子信号 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
16 confidential | |
adj.秘(机)密的,表示信任的,担任机密工作的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
17 leakage | |
n.漏,泄漏;泄漏物;漏出量 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
18 interval | |
n.间隔,间距;幕间休息,中场休息 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
19 hoax | |
v.欺骗,哄骗,愚弄;n.愚弄人,恶作剧 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
20 deceptive | |
adj.骗人的,造成假象的,靠不住的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
21 vocal | |
adj.直言不讳的;嗓音的;n.[pl.]声乐节目 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
22 ornament | |
v.装饰,美化;n.装饰,装饰物 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
23 mimic | |
v.模仿,戏弄;n.模仿他人言行的人 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
24 glimmer | |
v.发出闪烁的微光;n.微光,微弱的闪光 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
25 mere | |
adj.纯粹的;仅仅,只不过 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |