One evening as I sat at work in my chambers, with the throb9 of busy Fleet Street and its thousand familiar sounds floating in to me through the open windows, my phone bell rang.
Even as I turned to take up the receiver a foreboding possessed10 me that my trusteeship was no longer to be a sinecure11. It was Bristol who had rung me up, and upon very strange business.
"A development at last!" he said; "but at present I don't know what to make of it. Can you come down now?"
"Where are you speaking from?"
"From the Waterloo Road—a delightful12 neighbourhood. I shall be glad if you can meet me at the entrance to Wyatt's Buildings in half an hour."
"What is it? Have you found Dexter?"
"No, unfortunately. But it's murder!"
I knew as I hung up the receiver that my brief period of peace was ended; that the lists of assassination13 were reopened. I hurried out through the court into Fleet Street, thinking of the key of the now empty case at the Museum which reposed14 at my bankers, thinking of the devils who pursued the slipper, thinking of the hundred and one things, strange and terrible, which went to make up the history of that gruesome relic.
Wyatt's Buildings, Waterloo Road, are a gloomy and forbidding block of dwellings15 which seem to frown sullenly16 upon the high road, from which they are divided by a dark and dirty courtyard. Passing an iron gateway17, you enter, by way of an arch, into this sinister18 place of uncleanness. Male residents in their shirt sleeves lounge against the several entrances. Bedraggled women nurse dirty infants and sit in groups upon the stone steps, rendering19 them almost impassable. But to-night a thing had happened in Wyatt's Buildings which had awakened20 in the inhabitants, hardened to sordid21 crime, a sort of torpid22 interest.
Faces peered from most of the windows which commanded a view of the courtyard, looking like pallid23 blotches24 against the darkness; but a number of police confined the loungers within their several doorways25, so that the yard itself was comparatively clear.
I had had some difficulty in forcing a way through the crowd which thronged26 the entrance, but finally I found myself standing27 beside Inspector28 Bristol and looking down upon that which had brought us both to Wyatt's Buildings.
There was no moon that night, and only the light of the lamp in the archway, with some faint glimmers29 from the stairways surrounding the court, reached the dirty paving. Bristol directed the light of a pocket-lamp upon the hunched-up figure which lay in the dust, and I saw it to be that of a dwarfish31 creature, yellow skinned and wearing only a dark loin cloth. He had a malformed and disproportionate head, a head that had been too large even for a big man. I knew after first glance that this was one of the horrible dwarfs32 employed by the Hashishin in their murderous business. It might even be the one who had killed Deeping; but this was impossible to determine by reason of the fact that the hideous33, swollen34 head, together with the features, was completely crushed. I shall not describe the creature's appearance in further detail.
Having given me an opportunity to examine the dead dwarf30, Bristol returned the electric lamp to his pocket and stood looking at me in the semi-gloom. A constable35 stood on duty quite near to us, and others guarded the archway and the doors to the dwellings. The murmur36 of subdued37 voices echoed hollowly in the wells of the staircases, and a constant excited murmur proceeded from the crowd at the entrance. No pressmen had yet been admitted, though numbers of them were at the gates.
"It happened less than an hour ago," said Bristol. "The place was much as you see it now, and from what I can gather there came the sound of a shot and several people saw the dwarf fall through the air and drop where he lies!"
The light was insufficient38 to show the expression upon the speaker's face, but his voice told of a great wonder.
"It is a bit like an Indian conjuring39 trick," I said, looking up to the sky above us; "who fired the shot?"
"So far," replied Bristol, "I have failed to find out; but there's a bullet in the thing's head. He was dead before he reached the pavement."
"Did no one see the flash of the pistol?"
"No one that I have got hold of yet. Of course this kind of evidence is very unreliable; these people regularly go out of their way to mislead the police."
"You think the body may have been carried here from somewhere else?"
"Oh, no; this is where it fell, right enough. You can see where his head struck the stones."
"He has not been moved at all?"
"No; I shall not move him until I've worked out where in heaven's name he can have fallen from! You and I have seen some mysterious things happen, Mr. Cavanagh, since the slipper of the Prophet came to England and brought these people"—he nodded toward the thing at our feet—"in its train; but this is the most inexplicable40 incident to date. I don't know what to make of it at all. Quite apart from the question of where the dwarf fell from, who shot at him and why?"
"Have you no theory?" I asked. "The incident to my mind points directly to one thing. We know that this uncanny creature belonged to the organization of Hassan of Aleppo. We know that Hassan implacably pursues one object—the slipper. In pursuit of the slipper, then, the dwarf came here. Bristol!"—I laid my hand upon his arm, glancing about me with a very real apprehension—"the slipper must be somewhere near!"
Bristol turned to the constable standing hard by.
"Remain here," he ordered. Then to me: "I should like you to come up on to the roof. From there we can survey the ground and perhaps arrive at some explanation of how the dwarf came to fall upon that spot."
Passing the constable on duty at one of the doorways and making our way through the group of loiterers there, we ascended41 amid conflicting odours to the topmost floor. A ladder was fixed42 against the wall communicating with a trap in the ceiling. Several individuals in their shirt sleeves and all smoking clay pipes had followed us up. Bristol turned upon them.
"Get downstairs," he said—"all the lot of you, and stop there!"
With muttered imprecations our audience dispersed43, slowly returning by the way they had come. Bristol mounted the ladder and opened the trap. Through the square opening showed a velvet44 patch spangled with starry45 points. As he passed up on to the roof and I followed him, the comparative cleanness of the air was most refreshing46 after the varied47 fumes48 of the staircase.
Side by side we leaned upon the parapet looking down into the dirty courtyard which was the theatre of this weird49 mystery; looking down upon the stage, sordidly50 Western, where a mystic Eastern tragedy had been enacted51.
I could see the constable standing beside the crushed thing upon the stones.
And at his words, looking down at the spot where the dwarf lay, and noting that he could not possibly have fallen there from any of the buildings surrounding the courtyard, an eerie53 sensation crept over me; for I was convinced that the happening was susceptible54 of no natural explanation.
I had heard—who has not heard?—of the Indian rope trick, where a fakir throws a rope into the air which remains55 magically suspended whilst a boy climbs upward and upward until he disappears into space. I had never credited accounts of the performance; but now I began seriously to wonder if the arts of Hassan of Aleppo were not as great or greater than the arts of fakir. But the crowning mystery to my mind was that of the Hashishin's death. It would seem that as he had hung suspended in space he had been shot!
"You say that someone heard the sound of the shot?" I asked suddenly.
"Several people," replied Bristol; "but no one knows, or no one will say, from what direction it came. I shall go on with the inquiry56, of course, and cross-examine every soul in Wyatt's Buildings. Meanwhile, I'm open to confess that I am beaten."
In the velvet sky countless57 points blazed tropically. The hum of the traffic in Waterloo Road reached us only in a muffled58 way. Sordidness59 lay beneath us, but up there under the heavens we seemed removed from it as any Babylonian astronomer60 communing with the stars.
When, some ten minutes later, I passed out into the noise of Waterloo Road, I left behind me an unsolved mystery and took with me a great dread; for I knew that the quest of the sacred slipper was not ended, I knew that another tragedy was added to its history—and I feared to surmise61 what the future might hold for all of us.
点击收听单词发音
1 slipper | |
n.拖鞋 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
2 utterly | |
adv.完全地,绝对地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3 relic | |
n.神圣的遗物,遗迹,纪念物 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
4 sufficiently | |
adv.足够地,充分地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5 immunity | |
n.优惠;免除;豁免,豁免权 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6 chambers | |
n.房间( chamber的名词复数 );(议会的)议院;卧室;会议厅 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7 dread | |
vt.担忧,忧虑;惧怕,不敢;n.担忧,畏惧 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8 portend | |
v.预兆,预示;给…以警告 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9 throb | |
v.震颤,颤动;(急速强烈地)跳动,搏动 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10 possessed | |
adj.疯狂的;拥有的,占有的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11 sinecure | |
n.闲差事,挂名职务 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12 delightful | |
adj.令人高兴的,使人快乐的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13 assassination | |
n.暗杀;暗杀事件 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14 reposed | |
v.将(手臂等)靠在某人(某物)上( repose的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
15 dwellings | |
n.住处,处所( dwelling的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
16 sullenly | |
不高兴地,绷着脸,忧郁地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
17 gateway | |
n.大门口,出入口,途径,方法 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
18 sinister | |
adj.不吉利的,凶恶的,左边的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
19 rendering | |
n.表现,描写 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
20 awakened | |
v.(使)醒( awaken的过去式和过去分词 );(使)觉醒;弄醒;(使)意识到 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
21 sordid | |
adj.肮脏的,不干净的,卑鄙的,暗淡的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
22 torpid | |
adj.麻痹的,麻木的,迟钝的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
23 pallid | |
adj.苍白的,呆板的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
24 blotches | |
n.(皮肤上的)红斑,疹块( blotch的名词复数 );大滴 [大片](墨水或颜色的)污渍 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
25 doorways | |
n.门口,门道( doorway的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
26 thronged | |
v.成群,挤满( throng的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
27 standing | |
n.持续,地位;adj.永久的,不动的,直立的,不流动的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
28 inspector | |
n.检查员,监察员,视察员 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
29 glimmers | |
n.微光,闪光( glimmer的名词复数 )v.发闪光,发微光( glimmer的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
30 dwarf | |
n.矮子,侏儒,矮小的动植物;vt.使…矮小 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
31 dwarfish | |
a.像侏儒的,矮小的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
32 dwarfs | |
n.侏儒,矮子(dwarf的复数形式)vt.(使)显得矮小(dwarf的第三人称单数形式) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
33 hideous | |
adj.丑陋的,可憎的,可怕的,恐怖的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
34 swollen | |
adj.肿大的,水涨的;v.使变大,肿胀 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
35 constable | |
n.(英国)警察,警官 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
36 murmur | |
n.低语,低声的怨言;v.低语,低声而言 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
37 subdued | |
adj. 屈服的,柔和的,减弱的 动词subdue的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
38 insufficient | |
adj.(for,of)不足的,不够的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
39 conjuring | |
n.魔术 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
40 inexplicable | |
adj.无法解释的,难理解的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
41 ascended | |
v.上升,攀登( ascend的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
42 fixed | |
adj.固定的,不变的,准备好的;(计算机)固定的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
43 dispersed | |
adj. 被驱散的, 被分散的, 散布的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
44 velvet | |
n.丝绒,天鹅绒;adj.丝绒制的,柔软的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
45 starry | |
adj.星光照耀的, 闪亮的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
46 refreshing | |
adj.使精神振作的,使人清爽的,使人喜欢的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
47 varied | |
adj.多样的,多变化的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
48 fumes | |
n.(强烈而刺激的)气味,气体 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
49 weird | |
adj.古怪的,离奇的;怪诞的,神秘而可怕的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
50 sordidly | |
adv.肮脏地;污秽地;不洁地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
51 enacted | |
制定(法律),通过(法案)( enact的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
52 awe | |
n.敬畏,惊惧;vt.使敬畏,使惊惧 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
53 eerie | |
adj.怪诞的;奇异的;可怕的;胆怯的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
54 susceptible | |
adj.过敏的,敏感的;易动感情的,易受感动的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
55 remains | |
n.剩余物,残留物;遗体,遗迹 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
56 inquiry | |
n.打听,询问,调查,查问 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
57 countless | |
adj.无数的,多得不计其数的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
58 muffled | |
adj.(声音)被隔的;听不太清的;(衣服)裹严的;蒙住的v.压抑,捂住( muffle的过去式和过去分词 );用厚厚的衣帽包着(自己) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
59 sordidness | |
n.肮脏;污秽;卑鄙;可耻 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
60 astronomer | |
n.天文学家 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
61 surmise | |
v./n.猜想,推测 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |