《福尔摩斯探案集·波希米亚丑闻》第33节
“You have really got it!” he cried, grasping Sherlock Holmes by either shoulder and looking eagerly into his face. “Not yet.” “But you have hopes?” “I have hopes.” “Then, come. I am all impatience to be gone.” “We must have a cab.” “No, my brougham is waiting.” “Then that will simplify matters.” We descended and started off once more for Briony Lodge. “Irene Adler is married,” remarked Holmes. “Married! When?” “Yesterday.” “But to whom?” “To an English lawyer named Norton.” “But she could not love him.” “I am in hopes that she does.” “And why in hopes?” “Because it would spare your Majesty all fear of future annoyance. If the lady loves her husband, she does not love your Majesty. If she does not love your Majesty, there is no reason why she should interfere with your Majesty’s plan.” “It is true. And yet—! Well! I wish she had been of my own station! What a queen she would have made!” He relapsed into a moody silence, which was not broken until we drew up in Serpentine Avenue. The door of Briony Lodge was open, and an elderly woman stood upon the steps. She watched us with a sardonic eye as we stepped from the brougham.
注释摘要
国王的出场与退场，有一种镜像般的仓促。昨日深夜他戴着面具、裹在华丽的阿斯特拉罕羔皮镶边大衣里，像一尊不安的蛮族神祇钻进贝克街的寓所；此刻清晨，他又像一阵风暴卷进来，双手抓住福尔摩斯的肩膀，目光灼灼。他的第一句话不是问好，不是陈述，而是一个预设了成功前提的惊叹：“你真的拿到它了！” 这个“它”自然是我们已经知道的那张照片。国王在开口之前，已经在脑中完成了胜利…