Sometimes the bulky figure of Inspector5 Weymouth would loom6 up grotesquely7 against the star-sprinkled blue, as he paused to take breath; the next moment Nayland Smith would be leading the way again, and I would find myself contemplating8 some sheer well of blackness, with nausea9 threatening me because it had to be negotiated.
None of these gaps were more than a long stride from side to side; but the sense of depth conveyed in the muffled10 voices and dimmed footsteps from the pavements far below was almost overpowering. Indeed, I am convinced that for my part I should never have essayed that nightmare journey were it not that the musical voice of Kâramaneh seemed to be calling to me, her little white hands to be seeking mine, blindly, in the darkness.
That we were close to a haunt of the dreadful Chinamen I was persuaded; therefore my hatred11 and my love cooperated to lend me a coolness and address which otherwise I must have lacked.
"Hullo!" cried Smith, who was leading—"what now?"
We had crept along the crown of a sloping roof and were confronted by the blank wall of a building which rose a story higher than that adjoining it. It was crowned by an iron railing, showing blackly against the sky. I paused, breathing heavily, and seated astride that dizzy perch12. Weymouth was immediately behind me, and—
"It's the Café de l'Egypte, Mr. Smith!" he said, "If you'll look up, you'll see the reflection of the lights shining through the glass roof."
"Be careful!" I said. "For God's sake don't slip!"
"Take my hand," he snapped energetically.
I stretched forward and grasped his hand. As I did so, he slid down the slope on the right, away from the street, and hung perilously14 for a moment over the very cul de sac upon which the secret door opened.
"Good!" he muttered "There is, as I had hoped, a window lighting15 the top of the staircase. Ssh!—ssh!"
His grip upon my hand tightened16; and there aloft, above the teemful streets of Soho, I sat listening … whilst very faint and muffled footsteps sounded upon an uncarpeted stair, a door banged, and all was silent again, save for the ceaseless turmoil17 far below.
"Sit tight, and catch!" rapped Smith.
Into my extended hands he swung his boots, fastened together by the laces! Then, ere I could frame any protest, he disengaged his hand from mine, and pressing his body close against the angle of the building, worked his way around to the staircase window, which was invisible from where I crouched18.
"Heavens!" muttered Weymouth, close to my ear, "I can never travel that road!"
"Nor I!" was my scarcely audible answer.
In a anguish19 of fearful anticipation20 I listened for the cry and the dull thud which should proclaim the fate of my intrepid21 friend; but no such sounds came to me. Some thirty seconds passed in this fashion, when a subdued22 call from above caused me to start and look aloft.
Nayland Smith was peering down from the railing on the roof.
"Mind your head!" he warned—and over the rail swung the end of a light wooden ladder, lowering it until it rested upon the crest23 astride of which I sat.
"Up you come!—then Weymouth!"
Whilst Smith held the top firmly, I climbed up rung by rung, not daring to think of what lay below.
My relief when at last I grasped the railing, climbed over, and found myself upon a wooden platform, was truly inexpressible.
"Come on, Weymouth!" rapped Nayland Smith. "This ladder has to be lowered back down the trap before another visitor arrives!"
Taking short, staccato breaths at every step, Inspector Weymouth ascended24, ungainly, that frail25 and moving stair. Arrived beside me, he wiped the perspiration26 from his face and forehead.
"You don't have to!" snapped Smith.
Back he hauled the ladder, shouldered it, and stepping to a square opening in one corner of the rickety platform, lowered it cautiously down.
"Have you a knife with a corkscrew in it?" he demanded.
Weymouth had one, which he produced. Nayland Smith screwed it into the weather-worn frame, and by that means reclosed the trapdoor softly, then—
"Look," he said, "there is the house of hashish!"
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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) | |
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