Superintendent1 Battle was standing2 in the library at Wyvern Abbey.
George Lomax, seated before a desk overflowing3 with papers, wasfrowning portentously4.
Superintendent Battle had opened proceedings5 by making a brief andbusinesslike report. Since then, the conversation had lain almost entirelywith George, and Battle had contented6 himself with making brief and usu-ally monosyllabic replies to the other’s questions.
On the desk, in front of George, was the packet of letters Anthony hadfound on his dressing7 table.
“I can’t understand it at all,” said George irritably8, as he picked up thepacket. “They’re in code, you say?”
“Just so, Mr. Lomax.”
“And where does he say he found them—on his dressing table?”
Battle repeated, word for word, Anthony Cade’s account of how he hadcome to regain9 possession of the letters.
“And he brought them at once to you? That was quite proper—quiteproper. But who could have placed them in his room?”
Battle shook his head.
“That’s the sort of thing you ought to know,” complained George. “Itsounds to me very fishy10—very fishy indeed. What do we know about thisman Cade, anyway? He appears in a most mysterious manner — underhighly suspicious circumstances—and we know nothing whatever abouthim. I may say that I, personally, don’t care for his manner at all. You’vemade inquiries11 about him, I suppose?”
Superintendent Battle permitted himself a patient smile.
“We wired at once to South Africa, and his story has been confirmed onall points. He was in Bulawayo with Mr. McGrath at the time he stated.
Previous to their meeting, he was employed by Messrs. Castle, the touristagents.”
“Just what I should have expected,” said George. “He has the kind ofcheap assurance that succeeds in a certain type of employment. But aboutthese letters—steps must be taken at once—at once—”
The great man puffed12 himself out and swelled13 importantly.
Superintendent Battle opened his mouth, but George forestalled14 him.
“There must be no delay. These letters must be decoded15 without any lossof time. Let me see, who is the man? There is a man—connected with theBritish Museum. Knows all there is to know about ciphers16. Ran the depart-ment for us during the war. Where is Miss Oscar? She will know. Namesomething like Win—Win—”
“Professor Wynwood,” said Battle.
“Exactly. I remember perfectly18 now. He must be wired to immediately.”
“I have done so, Mr. Lomax, an hour ago. He will arrive by the 12:10.”
“Oh, very good, very good. Thank heaven, something is off my mind. Ishall have to be in town today. You can get along without me, I suppose?”
“I think so, sir.”
“Well, do your best, Battle, do your best. I am terribly rushed just atpresent.”
“Just so, sir.”
“By the way, why did not Mr. Eversleigh come over with you?”
“He was still asleep, sir. We’ve been up all night, as I told you.”
“Oh, quite so. I am frequently up nearly the whole night myself. To dothe work of thirty-six hours in twenty-four, that is my constant task! SendMr. Eversleigh over at once when you get back, will you, Battle?”
“I will give him your message, sir.”
“Thank you, Battle. I realize perfectly that you had to repose19 a certainamount of confidence in him. But do you think it was strictly20 necessary totake my cousin, Mrs. Revel21, into your confidence also?”
“In view of the name signed to those letters, I do, Mr. Lomax.”
“An amazing piece of effrontery,” murmured George, his browdarkened as he looked at the bundle of letters. “I remember the late Kingof Herzoslovakia. A charming fellow, but weak—deplorably weak. A toolin the hands of an unscrupulous woman. Have you any theory as to howthese letters came to be restored to Mr. Cade?”
“It’s my opinion,” said Battle, “that if people can’t get a thing one way—they try another.”
“I don’t quite follow you,” said George.
“This crook22, this King Victor, he’s well aware by now that the CouncilChamber is watched. So he’ll let us have the letters, and let us do the de-coding, and let us find the hiding place. And then—trouble! But Lemoineand I between us will attend to that.”
“You’ve got a plan, eh?”
“I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’ve got a plan. But I’ve got an idea. It’s avery useful thing sometimes, an idea.”
Thereupon Superintendent Battle took his departure.
He had no intention of taking George any further into his confidence.
On the way back, he passed Anthony on the road and stopped. “Going togive me a lift back to the house?” asked Anthony. “That’s good.”
“Where have you been, Mr. Cade?”
“Down to the station to inquire about trains.”
Battle raised his eyebrows24.
“Thinking of leaving us again?” he inquired.
“Not just at present,” laughed Anthony. “By the way, what’s upset Isaac-stein? He arrived in the car just as I left, and he looked as though some-thing had given him a nasty jolt25.”
“Mr. Isaacstein?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t say, I’m sure. I fancy it would take a good deal to jolt him.”
“So do I,” agreed Anthony. “He’s quite one of the strong silent yellowmen of finance.”
Suddenly Battle leant forward and touched the chauffeur26 on theshoulder.
“Stop, will you? And wait for me here.”
He jumped out of the car, much to Anthony’s surprise. But in a minuteor two, the latter perceived M. Lemoine advancing to meet the English de-tective, and gathered that it was a signal from him which had attractedBattle’s attention.
There was a rapid colloquy27 between them, and then the superintendentreturned to the car and jumped in again, bidding the chauffeur drive on.
His expression had completely changed.
“They’ve found the revolver,” he said suddenly and curtly28.
“What?”
Anthony gazed at him in great surprise.
“Where?”
“In Isaacstein’s suitcase.”
“Oh, impossible!”
“Nothing’s impossible,” said Battle. “I ought to have remembered that.”
He sat perfectly still, tapping his knee with his hand.
“Who found it?”
Battle jerked his head over his shoulder.
“Lemoine. Clever chap. They think no end of him at the S?reté.”
“But doesn’t this upset all your ideas?”
“No,” said Superintendent Battle very slowly. “I can’t say it does. It was abit of a surprise, I admit, at first. But it fits in very well with one idea ofmine.”
“Which is?”
But the superintendent branched off on to a totally different subject.
“I wonder if you’d mind finding Mr. Eversleigh for me, sir? There’s amessage for him from Mr. Lomax. He’s to go over to the Abbey at once.”
“All right,” said Anthony. The car had just drawn29 up at the great door.
“He’s probably in bed still.”
“I think not,” said the detective. “If you’ll look, you’ll see him walkingunder the trees there with Mrs. Revel.”
“Wonderful eyes you have, haven’t you, Battle?” said Anthony as he de-parted on his errand.
He delivered the message to Bill, who was duly disgusted.
“Damn it all,” grumbled30 Bill to himself, as he strode off to the house,“why can’t Codders sometimes leave me alone? And why can’t these blas-ted Colonials stay in their Colonies? What do they want to come over herefor, and pick out all the best girls? I’m fed up to the teeth with everything.”
“Have you heard about the revolver?” asked Virginia breathlessly, asBill left them.
“Battle told me. Rather staggering, isn’t it? Isaacstein was in a frightfulstate yesterday to get away, but I thought it was just nerves. He’s about theone person I’d have pitched upon as being above suspicion. Can you seeany motive31 for his wanting Prince Michael out of the way?”
“It certainly doesn’t fit in,” agreed Virginia thoughtfully.
“Nothing fits in anywhere,” said Anthony discontentedly. “I rather fan-cied myself as an amateur detective to begin with, and so far all I’ve doneis to clear the character of the French governess at vast trouble and somelittle expense.”
“Is that what you went to France for?” inquired Virginia.
“Yes, I went to Dinard and had an interview with the Comtesse deBreteuil, awfully33 pleased with my own cleverness, and fully32 expecting tobe told that no such person as Mademoiselle Brun had ever been heard of.
Instead of which I was given to understand that the lady in question hadbeen the mainstay of the household for the past seven years. So, unless theComtesse is also a crook, that ingenious theory of mine falls to theground.”
Virginia shook her head.
“Madame de Breteuil is quite above suspicion. I know her quite well,and I fancy I must have come across Mademoiselle at the ch?teau. I cer-tainly knew her face quite well—in that vague way one does know gover-nesses and companions and people one sits opposite to in trains. It’s aw-ful, but I never really look at them properly. Do you?”
“Only if they’re exceptionally beautiful,” admitted Anthony.
“Well, in this case—” she broke off. “What’s the matter?”
Anthony was staring at a figure which detached itself from the clump34 oftrees and stood there rigidly35 at attention. It was the Herzoslovakian, Boris.
“Excuse me,” said Anthony to Virginia, “I must just speak to my dog aminute.”
He went across to where Boris was standing.
“What’s the matter? What do you want?”
“Master,” said Boris, bowing.
“Yes, that’s all very well, but you mustn’t keep following me about likethis. It looks odd.”
Without a word, Boris produced a soiled scrap36 of paper, evidently tornfrom a letter, and handed it to Anthony.
“What’s this?” said Anthony.
There was an address scrawled37 on the paper, nothing else.
“He dropped it,” said Boris. “I bring it to the master.”
“Who dropped it?”
“The foreign gentleman.”
“But why bring it to me?”
Boris looked at him reproachfully.
“Well, anyway, go away now,” said Anthony. “I’m busy.”
Boris saluted38, turning sharply on his heel, and marched away. Anthonyrejoined Virginia, thrusting the piece of paper into his pocket.
“What did he want?” she asked curiously39. “And why do you call himyour dog?”
“Because he acts like one,” said Anthony, answering the last questionfirst. “He must have been a retriever in his last incarnation, I think. He’sjust brought me a piece of a letter which he says the foreign gentlemandropped. I suppose he means Lemoine.”
“I suppose so,” acquiesced40 Virginia.
“He’s always following me round,” continued Anthony. “Just like a dog.
Says next to nothing. Just looks at me with his big round eyes. I can’t makehim out.”
“Perhaps he meant Isaacstein,” suggested Virginia. “Isaacstein looks for-eign enough, heaven knows.”
“Isaacstein,” muttered Anthony impatiently. “Where the devil does hecome in?”
“Are you ever sorry that you’ve mixed yourself up in all this?” asked Vir-ginia suddenly.
“Sorry? Good Lord, no. I love it. I’ve spent most of my life looking fortrouble, you know. Perhaps, this time, I’ve got a little more than I bar-gained for.”
“But you’re well out of the wood now,” said Virginia, a little surprised bythe unusual gravity of his tone.
“Not quite.”
They strolled on for a minute or two in silence.
“There are some people,” said Anthony, breaking the silence, “who don’tconform to the signals. An ordinary well-regulated locomotive slows downor pulls up when it sees the red light hoisted41 against it. Perhaps I was borncolour-blind. When I see the red signal—I can’t help forging ahead. And inthe end, you know, that spells disaster. Bound to. And quite right really.
That sort of thing is bad for traffic generally.”
He still spoke42 very seriously.
“I suppose,” said Virginia, “that you have taken a good many risks inyour life?”
“Pretty nearly everyone there is—except marriage.”
“That’s rather cynical43.”
“It wasn’t meant to be. Marriage, the kind of marriage I mean, would bethe biggest adventure of the lot.”
“I like that,” said Virginia, flushing eagerly.
“There’s only one kind of woman I’d want to marry—the kind who isworlds removed from my type of life. What would we do about it? Is sheto lead my life, or am I to lead hers?”
“If she loved you—”
“Sentimentality, Mrs. Revel. You know it is. Love isn’t a drug that youtake to blind you to your surroundings—you can make it that, yes, but it’sa pity—love can be a lot more than that. What do you think the King andhis beggarmaid thought of married life after they’d been married a year ortwo? Didn’t she regret her rags and her bare feet and her carefree life?
You bet she did. Would it have been any good his renouncing44 his crownfor her sake? Not a bit of good, either. He’d have made a damned bad beg-gar, I’m sure. And no woman respects a man when he’s doing a thing thor-oughly badly.”
“Have you fallen in love with a beggarmaid, Mr. Cade?” inquired Vir-ginia softly.
“It’s the other way about with me, but the principle’s the same.”
“And there’s no way out?” asked Virginia.
“There’s always a way out,” said Anthony gloomily. “I’ve got a theorythat one can always get anything one wants if one will pay the price. Anddo you know what the price is, nine times out of ten? Compromise. Abeastly thing, compromise, but it steals upon you as you near middle age.
It’s stealing upon me now. To get the woman I want I’d—I’d even take upregular work.”
Virginia laughed.
“I was brought up to a trade, you know,” continued Anthony.
“And you abandoned it?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“A matter of principle.”
“Oh!”
“You’re a very unusual woman,” said Anthony suddenly, turning andlooking at her.
“Why?”
“You can refrain from asking questions.”
“You mean that I haven’t asked you what your trade was?”
“Just that.”
Again they walked on in silence. They were nearing the house now,passing close by the scented45 sweetness of the rose garden.
“You understand well enough, I daresay,” said Anthony, breaking the si-lence. “You know when a man’s in love with you. I don’t suppose you carea hang for me—or for anyone else—but, by God, I’d like to make youcare.”
“Do you think you could?” asked Virginia, in a low voice.
“Probably not, but I’d have a damned good try.”
“Are you sorry you ever met me?” she said suddenly.
“Lord, no. It’s the red signal again. When I first saw you—that day inPont Street, I knew I was up against something that was going to hurt likefun. Your face did that to me—just your face. There’s magic in you fromhead to foot—some women are like that, but I’ve never known a womanwho had so much of it as you have. You’ll marry someone respectable andprosperous, I suppose, and I shall return to my disreputable life, but I’llkiss you once before I go—I swear I will.”
“You can’t do it now,” said Virginia softly. “Superintendent Battle iswatching us out of the library window.”
Anthony looked at her.
“You’re rather a devil, Virginia,” he said dispassionately. “But rather adear too.”
Then he waved his hand airily to Superintendent Battle.
“Caught any criminals this morning, Battle?”
“Not as yet, Mr. Cade.”
“That sounds hopeful.”
Battle with an agility46 surprising in so stolid47 a man, vaulted48 out of the lib-rary window and joined them on the terrace.
“I’ve got Professor Wynwood down here,” he announced in a whisper.
“Just this minute arrived. He’s decoding49 the letters now. Would you like tosee him at work?”
His tone suggested that of the showman speaking of some pet exhibit.
Receiving a reply in the affirmative, he led them up to the window and in-vited them to peep inside.
Seated at a table, the letters spread out in front of him and writingbusily on a big sheet of paper, was a small red-haired man of middle age.
He grunted50 irritably to himself as he wrote and every now and thenrubbed his nose violently until its hue51 almost rivalled that of his hair.
Presently he looked up.
“That you, Battle? What do you want me down here to unravel52 this tom-foolery for? A child in arms could do it. A baby of two could do it on hishead. Call this thing a cipher17? It leaps to the eye, man.”
“I’m glad of that, Professor,” said Battle mildly. “But we’re not all soclever as you are, you know.”
“It doesn’t need cleverness,” snapped the professor. “It’s routine work.
Do you want the whole bundle done? It’s a long business, you know—re-quires diligent53 application and close attention and absolutely no intelli-gence. I’ve done the one dated ‘Chimneys’ which you said was important. Imight as well take the rest back to London and hand ’em over to one of myassistants. I really can’t afford the time myself. I’ve come away now froma real teaser, and I want to get back to it.”
His eyes glistened54 a little.
“Very well, Professor,” assented55 Battle. “I’m sorry we’re such small-fry.
I’ll explain to Mr. Lomax. It’s just this one letter that all the hurry is about.
Lord Caterham is expecting you to stay for lunch, I believe.”
“Never have lunch,” said the professor. “Bad habit, lunch. A banana anda water biscuit is all any sane56 and healthy man should need in the middleof the day.”
He seized his overcoat, which lay across the back of a chair. Battle wentround to the front of the house, and a few minutes later Anthony and Vir-ginia heard the sound of a car driving away.
Battle rejoined them, carrying in his hand the half sheet of paper whichthe Professor had given him.
“He’s always like that,” said Battle, referring to the departed professor.
“In the very deuce of a hurry. Clever man, though. Well, here’s the kernelof Her Majesty’s letter. Care to have a look at it?”
Virginia stretched out a hand, and Anthony read it over her shoulder. Ithad been, he remembered, a long epistle, breathing mingled57 passion anddespair. The genius of Professor Wynwood had transformed it into an es-sentially businesslike communication.
Operations carried out successfully, but S double-crossedus. Has removed stone from hiding place. Not in his room.
I have searched. Found following memorandum58 which Ithink refers to it: RICHMOND SEVEN STRAIGHT EIGHTLEFT THREE RIGHT.
“S?” said Anthony. “Stylptitch, of course. Cunning old dog. He changedthe hiding place.”
“Richmond,” said Virginia thoughtfully. “Is the diamond concealedsomewhere at Richmond, I wonder?”
“It’s a favourite spot for royalties,” agreed Anthony.
Battle shook his head.
“I still think it’s a reference to something in this house.”
“I know,” cried Virginia suddenly.
Both men turned to look at her.
“The Holbein portrait in the Council Chamber23. They were tapping on thewall just below it. And it’s a portrait of the Earl of Richmond!”
“You’ve got it,” said Battle, and slapped his leg.
He spoke with an animation59 quite unwonted.
“That’s the starting point, the picture, and the crooks60 know no morethan we do what the figures refer to. Those two men in armour61 stand dir-ectly underneath62 the picture, and their first idea was that the diamondwas hidden in one of them. The measurements might have been inches.
That failed, and their next idea was a secret passage or stairway, or a slid-ing panel. Do you know of any such thing, Mrs. Revel?”
Virginia shook her head.
“There’s a priest’s hole, and at least one secret passage, I know,” shesaid. “I believe I’ve been shown them once, but I can’t remember muchabout them now. Here’s Bundle, she’ll know.”
Bundle was coming quickly along the terrace towards them.
“I’m taking the Panhard up to town after lunch,” she remarked. “Anyonewant a lift? Wouldn’t you like to come, Mr. Cade? We’ll be back by dinner-time.”
“No, thanks,” said Anthony. “I’m quite happy and busy down here.”
“The man fears me,” said Bundle. “Either my driving or my fatal fascina-tion! Which is it?”
“The latter,” said Anthony. “Every time.”
“Bundle, dear,” said Virginia, “is there any secret passage leading out ofthe Council Chamber?”
“Rather. But it’s only a mouldy one. Supposed to lead from Chimneys toWyvern Abbey. So it did in the old, old days, but it’s all blocked up now.
You can only get along it for about a hundred yards from this end. The oneupstairs in the White Gallery is ever so much more amusing, and thepriest’s hole isn’t half bad.”
“We’re not regarding them from an artistic63 standpoint,” explained Vir-ginia. “It’s business. How do you get into the Council Chamber one?”
“Hinged panel. I’ll show it you after lunch if you like.”
“Thank you,” said Superintendent Battle. “Shall we say at 2:30?”
Bundle looked at him with lifted eyebrows.
“Crook stuff?” she inquired.
Tredwell appeared on the terrace.
Luncheon64 is served, my lady,” he announced.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
superintendent
|
|
| n.监督人，主管，总监；(英国)警务长 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
standing
|
|
| n.持续，地位；adj.永久的，不动的，直立的，不流动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
overflowing
|
|
| n. 溢出物,溢流 adj. 充沛的，充满的 动词overflow的现在分词形式 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
portentously
|
|
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
proceedings
|
|
| n.进程，过程，议程；诉讼(程序)；公报 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
contented
|
|
| adj.满意的，安心的，知足的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
dressing
|
|
| n.(食物)调料；包扎伤口的用品，敷料 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
irritably
|
|
| ad.易生气地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
regain
|
|
| vt.重新获得，收复，恢复 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
fishy
|
|
| adj. 值得怀疑的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
inquiries
|
|
| n.调查( inquiry的名词复数 )；疑问；探究；打听 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
puffed
|
|
| adj.疏松的v.使喷出( puff的过去式和过去分词 )；喷着汽（或烟）移动；吹嘘；吹捧 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
swelled
|
|
| 增强( swell的过去式和过去分词 )； 肿胀； （使）凸出； 充满（激情） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
forestalled
|
|
| v.先发制人，预先阻止( forestall的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
decoded
|
|
| v.译（码），解（码）( decode的过去式和过去分词 )；分析及译解电子信号 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
ciphers
|
|
| n.密码( cipher的名词复数 )；零；不重要的人；无价值的东西 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
cipher
|
|
| n.零；无影响力的人；密码 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
perfectly
|
|
| adv.完美地，无可非议地，彻底地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
repose
|
|
| v.(使)休息；n.安息 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
strictly
|
|
| adv.严厉地，严格地；严密地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
revel
|
|
| vi.狂欢作乐，陶醉；n.作乐，狂欢 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
crook
|
|
| v.使弯曲；n.小偷，骗子，贼；弯曲(处) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
chamber
|
|
| n.房间，寝室；会议厅；议院；会所 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
eyebrows
|
|
| 眉毛( eyebrow的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
jolt
|
|
| v.（使）摇动，（使）震动，（使）颠簸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
chauffeur
|
|
| n.(受雇于私人或公司的)司机；v.为…开车 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
colloquy
|
|
| n.谈话，自由讨论 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
curtly
|
|
| adv.简短地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
drawn
|
|
| v.拖，拉，拔出；adj.憔悴的，紧张的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
grumbled
|
|
| 抱怨( grumble的过去式和过去分词 )； 发牢骚； 咕哝； 发哼声 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
motive
|
|
| n.动机，目的；adv.发动的，运动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
fully
|
|
| adv.完全地，全部地，彻底地；充分地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
awfully
|
|
| adv.可怕地，非常地，极端地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
clump
|
|
| n.树丛，草丛；vi.用沉重的脚步行走 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
rigidly
|
|
| adv.刻板地，僵化地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
scrap
|
|
| n.碎片；废料；v.废弃，报废 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
scrawled
|
|
| 乱涂，潦草地写( scrawl的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
saluted
|
|
| v.欢迎，致敬( salute的过去式和过去分词 )；赞扬，赞颂 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
curiously
|
|
| adv.有求知欲地；好问地；奇特地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
acquiesced
|
|
| v.默认，默许( acquiesce的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
hoisted
|
|
| 把…吊起，升起( hoist的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
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： |
|
|
|
|
43
cynical
|
|
| adj.(对人性或动机)怀疑的，不信世道向善的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
renouncing
|
|
| v.声明放弃( renounce的现在分词 )；宣布放弃；宣布与…决裂；宣布摒弃 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
scented
|
|
| adj.有香味的；洒香水的；有气味的v.嗅到(scent的过去分词) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
agility
|
|
| n.敏捷，活泼 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
stolid
|
|
| adj.无动于衷的，感情麻木的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
vaulted
|
|
| adj.拱状的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
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： |
|
|
|
|
50
grunted
|
|
| （猪等）作呼噜声( grunt的过去式和过去分词 )； （指人）发出类似的哼声； 咕哝着说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
hue
|
|
| n.色度；色调；样子 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
unravel
|
|
| v.弄清楚（秘密）；拆开，解开，松开 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
diligent
|
|
| adj.勤勉的，勤奋的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
glistened
|
|
| v.湿物闪耀，闪亮( glisten的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
assented
|
|
| 同意，赞成( assent的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
sane
|
|
| adj.心智健全的，神志清醒的，明智的，稳健的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
mingled
|
|
| 混合，混入( mingle的过去式和过去分词 )； 混进，与…交往[联系] | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
memorandum
|
|
| n.备忘录，便笺 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
animation
|
|
| n.活泼，兴奋，卡通片／动画片的制作 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
crooks
|
|
| n.骗子( crook的名词复数 )；罪犯；弯曲部分；（牧羊人或主教用的）弯拐杖v.弯成钩形( crook的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
armour
|
|
| （=armor）n.盔甲；装甲部队 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
underneath
|
|
| adj.在...下面，在...底下；adv.在下面 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
artistic
|
|
| adj.艺术(家)的，美术(家)的；善于艺术创作的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
luncheon
|
|
| n.午宴，午餐，便宴 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |