Chapter 23 Chapter 20 Whitehall June

The small name plate on the top, solemnly read "Sir Henry Merrivier", but the door was painted with white paint, covered with scrawled letters, "Busy! Don't come in! Go away!!!..." Below Added, in more violent handwriting, "It was you!" In the front of the old rabbit farm in Whitehall, the old and warm corridors smelled musty, and through a bow window above the stairs, they could see the green trees swaying. Catherine Bohun looked at the house number and hesitated. "But he said..." she protested. "Nonsense! . . . " said James Bennett, pushing the door open with one hand.

The two windows were wide open, and the lazy June air poured in from the outside; the hazy room smelled of old wood and paper, and the sound of traffic came from the anti-wave downstairs.Sir Henry Merrillville put his big feet on the table, tangled in the telephone wires.The big bald head hung forward, the glasses slid to the tip of the nose, and the eyes were closed. James Bennett tapped the inside of the door. "Sorry to bother you, sir..." he said in a whistling snort, "but we want to..." Sir Henry Merrillville opened one eye as if electrocuted. "Go away! Fuck off! . . . leave me alone, damn it! . . . " he growled viciously, "yesterday afternoon, I put the report on the accordion; It’s related to the death of the man, and you’ll understand when you read the report yourself. I’m busy! I... who is that, hey?..."

He sat up a little, frowning fiercely. "Oh, it's you two, hey? . . . I should know. I should know that when I'm busy with some urgent business, guys like you are bound to interrupt. Fuck you, what's there Funny? It's urgent! ... It's the Dardanelles issue, now I just forget the main part of it. It's closely related to world peace." He snorted and looked at them with dissatisfaction, "Well, you look very happy, so it's broken..." "Happy?..." James Bennett roared, as if his previous intimacy was about to blow up, "Sir, I tell you..."

"Hush! . . . " laughed Catherine Bohun, "seriously. Ah! . . . " Sir Henry Merrillville looked sourly at the two men in turn: "You almost set this office on fire. I'm dying of pain, and you'll do this. Well, I suggest you better come in. You two are going to get married Well, isn't it? . . . Haha! Just wait until you get married, it suits you. See if it suits you. Haha!  …" "You mean to tell me," said James Bennett, "that you forgot that we were married a month ago today? I think you forgot, too, that you gave me the bride at the wedding. Right? Also, after being kicked out of the house by good uncle Morris, old, Kate lived with your daughter, don't you remember?"

"Old Maurice? . . . " muttered Sir Henry Merrillville, eyes twinkling. "Of course, I remember now. Huh. Well, since you're here, I suggest you better sit down and have a drink. Hehe. Listen, of course I'm worried about you two, aren't I?...I bet you both thought: Old Morris did the funny case at White Abbey. How's Paris?" They sit on the other side of the table.James Bennett hesitated. "It's because of this interesting case," he admitted, "that we came to talk to you...in a way. It was...well, we crossed over to New York for a few days, and then we had Come back, listen to the full report, you know. Since Tim Emery was arrested, there was a series of riots, and we didn't hear the details. We know he fell...or jumped off himself... ...after the stairs, died after two days in the hospital..."

Sir Henry Merrillville examined his fingers. "Aha. I was expecting him to do that. He's not such a bad guy, Tim Emery isn't. I'm actually inclined to let him go eventually; I've been hesitant to arrest him." , until he killed Carl Reg, just because Reg witnessed him. Dirty. I don't have much aversion to him killing Martha Tate on the spur of the moment, don't want to see him hanged for that. But the other thing is just so dirty..." "At any rate, Mr. Henry Merivale, it seems to be known to all, that he smashed her to death with that strange car, the silver steel figure on the lid of the water tank, which I first saw, It was there (Author's note: if the reader is in doubt, turn back to pages 25 and 194), and when he drove to White Abbey the next day, it was replaced by a bronze stork. I didn't have a deep impression, but I did notice it at the time." James Bennett nodded and said, "However, what makes us jump is, how did you know all about it? How did you see through him in the first place..."

"And," said Catherine Bohun curiously, "since you have been suspicious of him, why do you pretend to let us reenact the attempted murder? . . . " Sir Henry Merivale blinked.He looked at the flushed couple with dull eyes. After all, they were not very interested in the dead. "Well, you still don't understand, eh? . . . I'm going to set a trap, that's the only way to prove him guilty," said Sir Henry Merrillville. "I don't like talking about things like that. It's very interesting." , wait a minute, I have Tim Emery's statement, recorded before he died, sitting on his desk somewhere here."

Sir Henry Merrillville stooped panting, groping in a drawer and talking to himself.Then, he took out a stack of bound papers with blue covers, swept off the cigarette ash on them, and weighed them with his hands. "It was a human tragedy. I mean, my boy, it was a human tragedy," sighed Sir Henry Merrillville. 'I did it, I endured it' is such a tidy line that you can hardly believe that anyone can endure it. I have a bunch of these in my desk. But Tim Emery, the man, is really suffering, Like in hell. I saw his face a few nights, I loved the chase and the game, but I didn't like seeing someone walk three minutes and get under the noose, especially when it could be me .Boy, that's the last and only objection to official punishment. The problem with Tim Emery is that he loves Martha Tate too much for the empty, vain vampire."

said Sir Henry Merrillville, looking vacantly at the stack of papers, and pushing them away. "What are you asking?...It's summer again, and I'm a little absent-minded these days. "Oh, by the way, I'll tell you how I found out. I didn't suspect him at first, not at all. When I first got to the house, I thought he was one of the few people who weren't the murderer. You see, I've heard about the poisoned chocolate--I know he didn't have any intention of killing her when he sent that box. He didn't. It was a newscaster trick, he said it, and I thought so too. sighed Sir Henry Merrillville, "I was mistaken. I made him a nervous, hard-working fellow, and if he committed a crime, he would not be guilty until he confessed to it himself and shot himself in the chest." Way to calm down. I was right on that point, I thought he was going to break down anyway, and he did. Even that night, when he drove to White Abbey, he didn't mean to kill her... He said it himself, I believe. Until—I'll tell you in a moment.

"I was still sitting and considering all the leads, and then I found two or three things that bothered me. As I told you: Martha Tate went back to the main house and went into Mr. John Bohun's room, no Didn't I tell you guys when I outlined the idea that if she was going to stay in John's room, there was a precaution to be taken?...Uh, I think I did ...I'll let you figure out what it is. You see, I don't have any evidence, not at all, but if I decide that she did the rest, then I have to follow my own thoughts and arrive at a psychological conclusion .Now she's alone in the room, John hasn't come back, but she doesn't want anyone to come in and find her. Well, what can she possibly do?"

"Lock the door from the inside. I mean, lock the door leading to the corridor." Catherine Bohen paused, then nodded with a smile. "That's what I would do." "Yes. That bothers me. Whoever tries to come in the corridor, she'll probably neither answer nor shout nor let in." Sir Henry Merrillville coughed and nodded. "Well, If she locked the door from the inside, who would be the suspect coming from that direction? You can immediately think of it. The scope of this idea is too large... You see, I didn't have the means to do it at the time. It forced me to go back to Mr. John Bohun turned back and killed the conclusion of Martha Tate, because obviously he was the only one who fit the facts. Every single one of the facts fit, but, damn it, I don't accept the conclusion that John is guilty! ... "I don't accept it for several reasons, apart from the nice point I mentioned earlier when I described my theory. It started with a murderous man with a disturbed conscience rushing home, planning insanely. Thinking about how to get rid of the crime, and being terrified of what he has already committed, trembling because he is afraid of being caught... Well, does such a man who is on the verge of nervous breakdown seem like someone who will commit murder again? "I'm rather skeptical. Another reason why I would be is that apparently the murder happened too soon after Mr. John Bohun returned. Do you see what I mean? . . . To Martha Tate, he didn't In a rage that would kill him. On the contrary, he was afraid that she would be in a rage that would kill him, and he was disturbed by it." Sir Henry Merrillville looked alternately at his nephews James Boynton Bennet and Catherine Bohun, to see if they understood.Sir Henry Merrillville was relieved to see their unsurprising expressions, and went on. "Well, at ten past three, a car was heard coming into the fast lane, and the murder happened fifteen minutes later. Is it reasonable to assume that as soon as he got back, he went straight over there and killed her, for no apparent reason? ? . . . especially if she would be in his room, completely unknown to him?" asked Sir Henry Merrillville, looking at his audience, "neither of them had much chance of saying anything, anyway John Bohun undoubtedly thought he had just killed Carneyfest, and what part of the behavior discussed earlier was in his style?" "Calm down, Mr. Henry!..." James Bennett advised, "assuming he didn't know that Martha was married before. And Carneyfest, after hearing about it from Emory, turned around The head told him again. When he comes home, won't he just be very angry?" Sir Henry Merrillville removed his hand from his spectacles: "Now! . . . " he said, "now you're on point, and you're hitting me hard. The point is, why did he do that? He was that Worker's woman's lover, no talk of marriage between them...never. Not only did he accept that state - you see, he also helped her coax Carney Fest, just when the two were expected to marry If he had any objections to the matter, and didn't know she was married, wouldn't he have said that in either case?' Listen, you mean the deal with Carneyfest? "If there is only a husband's jealousy in this matter, then, compared to some insignificant people who are content to hide in the background, a rich and powerful man like Carney Fest, His jealousy will be much stronger. How can a person who never desires to be called her husband and is content to be a preferred stock get so angry that she has a husband?... I thought to myself, angry, hey? ...It's not like the anger a guy expresses when he finds out that his lover has a husband, it's too weak; on the contrary, it's like the anger of a husband when he suddenly finds out that his wife has a real lover." "You mean: Tim Emery really doesn't know?" asked James Bennett, looking at Sir Henry Merlivier in surprise. "Wait a minute, boy, we're only looking at the evidence so far. I'm taken aback. Like I said, I've been sitting and thinking, and suddenly another thing pops up that I don't like. About that The mysterious figure of blood, he walked up and down the corridor, and ran into Miss Louise Carraway. How did the two of them meet by chance?" said Sir Henry Merrival, shaking his head and sighing, " You know by now that little Louise, who had taken too many sleeping pills, had a whip in her pocket, and wanted to beat Martha Tate's face in the Waterside—you may say, It's because she's been drugged, because she's planning to walk across the snow in slippers..." Sir Henry Merrillville looked at the two people alternately, and slowly said a key point. "But, on the way, Miss Louise Carraway fell down suddenly. How did the murderer hit her? . . . " asked Sir Henry Merrival, laughing, and then answered himself, "Of course, he You can squat somewhere, hold her wrist, and leave a copy of the damn evidence in your hand, if...if he knows which direction he is going. If, in other words , he was not stumbling in the dark to find a place to wash his hands, but he was not familiar with the house at all. "That doesn't count as evidence, but, I suddenly remembered something: Tim Emery is the only one in this group who doesn't believe that Martha Tate was killed at the waterside. Don't you remember?  … …Carl Wraig had to yell at him on the phone, repeating emphatically, 'At the Waterside, at the Waterside, I'll tell you.' Even then, he thought Carl Wraig was just drunk. And, When he told us about it, he said it was nonsense!... I have heard a sinner murmur, in dazzled afterthought, of many things, of which, no doubt, most notable. "So I thought: 'Here, now! . . . What conclusion do you draw? . . . You have a bunch of phenomena, and a bunch of suggestive things. In theory, you have a door leading to a corridor, Locked, so the murderer had to come from another direction, but you don't believe Mr. John Bohun did it. In theory you have a man, who is not familiar with the house, coming from outside, and a car. You have an actual living person who meets all these conditions and asserts that the woman, was not murdered in the waterside.' "Now, are there any objections? . . . First, there's a counterargument strong enough to dismiss the entire case: how could Tim Emery, in the middle of the night, burst into a house he didn't know at all, and find, without fail, Get out of the room this woman was in—especially when she had no intention of going there? "Secondly, it was a conundrum. It made me think that this apparent difficulty, maybe... just maybe, would be the answer to the whole murder mystery! . . . Martha Tate was here, waiting She did not dare to go back to the waterside with John Bohun going back to her room. But she told him to go to the waterside when she came back; she thought he would, and wanted to stop him. Suppose he went there and found her disappeared, maybe he would Cause a commotion... eh? What would you do if you were in her shoes?" After a long silence, Catherine Bohun said: "I figured I'd wait by the window until I heard him drive in. Then I'd go to the side door and tell him I was in his room..." She stopped. "Aha! . . . " said Sir Henry Merrillville, nodding gloomily, "and, I think: you have noticed, too, that the whole of the express lane, except for the stretch to the stables, is covered by the roof of the porch drive. I've tried it myself, looking out from King Charles' room you can only see a small part of the fast lane... Hey? You hear a car coming. You're expecting a car to arrive , it's three o'clock in the morning, except for this car, you don't expect: There are other cars, coming to this lonely area. Well, in that charming pajamas, you either lean out the window, Whisper, or sneak down the stairs to the door, and whisper to the imaginary John Bohun that you're not at the waterside at all, you're in his room. Listen! . . . " Sir Henry Merrillville opened the stack of blue papers and flicked them lightly. I swear here, and I hope to swear before God, that I didn't mean to kill her.I never thought Carl Wraig was right.I just thought I had to go to that place and see it for myself or I would go crazy, that's how it happened. After I ate that poisonous piece of pastry, I was in the hospital when Carl Reig came to me out of the blue and said, "Hey, I've proven it to you: Carneyfest is their angel, so if you have Go and tell him: You are married to her. Lord!..." He said, "Does everyone think you are a child of ignorance and prosperity?... Are you going to live like a man?... Johann Bohun! . . . " He told me what he had said before, but I didn't believe it.She swore it wasn't true, she always swore it was.She said if I left her alone, fighting her way through her career, she wouldn't look at any other man in the world but me. And Carl Wraig said to me, "You know why he brought her to this country place?" And he said, "Well, if I don't believe it, what I'm going to do is, go and see for myself. ’ He surprised everyone by saying it was over later.He said she'd be in the marble room at the back, and I'd only have to walk around there to see her.Then he told me to go there and said they'd all be there, they'd both be there... Of course I couldn't calm down, I couldn't do anything until the night.However, my car has had quite a few issues with the fan belt being loose, and the engine is getting really hot, I think the radiator is leaking, or something like that... "Have you noticed..." Sir Henry Merrillville looked at the two of them sharply and said, "The next day, when we went to the fast lane, the engine roof of that car was still billowing with smoke, right?" So I pulled into the fast lane and found no trails behind the car because the trees above were so thick there was very little snow on the ground. I parked in the covered fast lane.Then I thought: Where is the marble house they are talking about, and then I noticed that the engine was smoking again.I thought: Go out and get some snow to cool it down, so I got out of the car and took off that big, heavy silver thing on the top of the radiator.It was hot as hell, but I wore gloves. It was dark outside, but suddenly, I heard someone whispering something behind me, right on the porch... "Now use your imagination," said Sir Henry Merrillville curtly. Even then, Martha Tate didn't know who was coming.I lowered my head and followed her, not knowing where to go.We went up a few flights of stairs and she walked ahead, it was pitch black, and she babbled on and on until we got to the bedroom and she turned her head and saw who I was. I don't know what I'm doing.I hit her and hit Martha Tate hard on the head over and over again with what I was holding.I don't know how many hits. I don't quite remember what I did, because when she was silent and motionless, I understood: I shouldn't have done that.I tried to wake her up and talk to her, but Martha Tate remained motionless.I had to take off my gloves to see what was going on with her, and when I saw blood on my hands, I knew she was dead. I don't remember what I did after that, except that I had a sliver of sanity to see if I could find a place to wash my hands.I was afraid that if I drove back to London, the British police would stop the car and maybe ask me to show my driver's license or something, and I would have blood on my hands.So I went out of the room and tried to find a bathroom, but couldn't find it because it was dark.Then I bumped into someone and was startled. I think it took a long time after that, because after I hit Martha Tate, I sat down and whispered to her for a while.But when I was in the dark and knocked someone over, I was so scared I went back.I still had my senses, and put the gloves and the tank lid in my pockets.And then I go back, I go down the stairs and back to the porch again.I knew that if they heard the sound of a car engine, they might come out, because I thought the woman I just knocked down would have screamed. The fast lane runs diagonally down from here, so all I have to do is push the car a bit and let it coast back without the transmission until I reach the main road... "That's why," said Sir Henry Merrillville, "the hearing of cars coming in and none going out strengthened Thompson's idea that John Bohun was responsible. Actually, John That night, I didn't come back until five o'clock—now you know—by which time Thompson had gone to bed. You may remember that I asked him about it... "Let's go back to what we were talking about. You realize now: that little piece of silver -- that little triangle, is the crux of the whole case, and that's when Tim Emery used it to hit people. , an ornament that fell from the lid of the water tank. John Bohun found it. Although he didn't know what it was, it was the only clue he could find. When he carried the body of Martha Tate to the waterside For a moment, he thought he was safe. The next thing he saw Potter measuring his footprints, he panicked again, and..." "He's much better now," said Catherine Bohun quietly. "Aha. Well, he still doesn't want to admit what he's done, but he's still holding the piece in his hand before he pulls the trigger in that crazy restless state. Do you understand?  … …he had heard that the great Sheriff Masters, the all-seeing man of Scotland Yard, was there, and he wanted Masters to see through and figure out what it was and who had landed there. "Listen! . . . I was a little suspicious of Tim Emery when Maurice Bohun was still talking. But I don't know what weapon he used Well, Masters hasn't mentioned that piece of metal yet. There's absolutely nothing that can be used as evidence against Tim Emery. In this case, you see, I can't even boo him. All I can do is keep an eye on him. He's still in the house for the time being... But, just as Carl Wraig's friend, he'll be kicked out by Maurice Bohun in no time, unless Mr. Maurice is in a good mood .That way we couldn't catch him. He wasn't even there when the crime happened, and I couldn't even have him stay as a witness for the trial! … "The only thing to do is to sneak a hint to Morris: 'Please treat Mr. Carl Wraig and his friends. Keep them here, treat them well, and look at them when you drop that bomb.' What reactions to each other.' It was a pleasant proposition, which struck Mr. Maurice Bohun, and I had to pretend to be partly convinced of his theory. Besides, I dared not risk that Carl Wray Greg came to his senses again. Because if he had an alibi, as he said, Carl Reig and Tim Emery would be kicked out by them, because Morris would find that he could not get Carl Reger to hang him. Mr. Reg's pleasure. Meanwhile, boy, I've got to find a clue; I gotta move fast, surreptitiously prove or disprove my own idea about Carl Ragg. My blood is sweating, boy, that's a fact, Until Masters popped up, a message about that piece of metal." Sir Henry Merivale drew a deep breath.He grabbed Tim Emery's confession again. I knew it right away: a chunk of the tank lid had broken, and I knew where the pieces had fallen.When I learned that they thought she was killed in the waterside pavilion, I thought whether I would be drowned would depend on whether they were smart enough to find that she was actually killed in that interesting room. But, I thought: gotta try to find it, just didn't know what to do, until the funny old guy came and told me to take care of Carl Wraig, and said he'd have Miss Catherine Bohun invite me, over there have dinner.I knew there was something tricky in it, but I didn't know what it was, and he said he didn't suspect me at all.When he said he was going to keep Carl drunk, I didn't know what the hell was going on, but I said I'd do it because I wasn't afraid of being seen through by that Carl Reiger guy. I gave it away on the phone with him because, unbeknownst to me, someone had moved her somewhere else.But I thought maybe Karl was too drunk to forget, and I hope so. But he didn't, because I thought he'd be lethargic after dark, and I tiptoed into the big room, trying to find the piece of metal that had fallen from the tank lid, and Karl followed me. I turned around and found him, and he said to me, "What are you doing here?" I said, "Nothing." He said, "You're a big liar," and started yelling that I killed her, so I had to strangle him... They almost got me when I threw him under the stairs.They couldn't hear anything because there were so many reporters coming and going, and the backfiring of the engines. But the old fat man came in, and a cop named Masters, and young James Bennett and that pretty girl.They came in through one of the doors, and I was hiding behind the stair door.There was no way I could run down, out the door below and back in because there were cops and reporters everywhere and I thought I was going to get caught... "And..." Sir Henry Merivale slammed his fist on the table suddenly, and roared angrily, "if I had any sense of judgment, I would have caught him then!..." "What, catch him? . . . " James Bennet looked at Sir Henry Merivale in amazement, "but, you don't know . . . " "Oh, I know. Now we come to the last part, and here's what happened," said Sir Henry Merrillville slowly. "I sat in that chair and opened the drawer . . . I know What is that piece of silver? I sat thinking—the hot engine was smoking, that afternoon, I saw his car... In my mind, I already had a premonition of what was going to happen I did. That's when I saw him." "What, did you see him? . . . " James Bennet looked at Sir Henry Merivale in amazement. "I saw his eyes through the keyhole. Haven't you noticed how big the keyhole is?... I'm afraid I've exposed the fact that I saw him. How would I know that he killed Carl Reg , and get it on the spot?... I just see someone hiding behind the door." said Sir Henry Merrillville gravely, "if I open the door and say, 'Hey! . . . It's just that I don't know. If it's just found out that he's just hanging out on the other side of the door, that kind of behavior does look suspicious - I think... But, what does that prove? It doesn't help at all No!…… "But all of a sudden, I had a plan. I figured he might come to that room and find this piece of metal in my hand. Maybe, maybe not. But it was worth the risk. Either way, I I held it well in my hand so he could see it clearly; then, I made it a point to put it back in the drawer. At the same time, I knew he couldn't get away because Officer Potter and the rest of the Everyone is in the corridor. Even if he leaves the door, he can hear my voice, because there is a large space under the door, and the wind comes in and out from there. "Well, I said I didn't know what that piece of metal was, and I said I'd put it back in the drawer and go to London the next day and get a silversmith to tell me. Son, the old chap It dawned on me that the little silver triangle was the evidence I could use against him - but not until I could bring it home to him with his permission. He could say it came from anyone's tank cap .But if I can manipulate him into stealing that piece of silver from the drawer, and when I accuse him, the evidence is on him...how is he going to deny it?" Catherine Bohun stood up straight. "So the whole thing," she said, "isn't about us? You don't need to repeat the incident with the stairs?" Sir Henry Merrillville grinned: "You see, my dear, that's exactly what it is. All I need is an excuse to get everybody into that room, to jostle and shove and attract Their attention. At the same time, I want to emphasize to Tim Emery that their attention, has been focused elsewhere, and pretend to involve him in my plan. He has to be in it, or it won't work Also, with Carl Wraig's body down at the bottom of the stairs, he'd think no one would see him in that state of confusion. That's what I wanted. After trying to find that piece of silver once, in He won't try a second time until he's sure it's safe to do so. I pretend to make it easy for him... "While he was eavesdropping behind the door, I sketched out part of the plan, pretending to think the piece of silver was unimportant; and when he got a glimpse of my plan, I deliberately opened the window and called Potter to come upstairs. . . . He can escape safely. "He went down, through the side door, and back into the house. Beryl Symonds is going to visit him in a moment..." said Sir Henry Merrillville, laughing and clapping his hands, "but, my God, Masters Didn't he go crazy when he walked into that room? Notice the look on his face, boys? Notice what he's doing?... Actually, I told you and Masters to go down and see Tim Is Emory in there, not Carl Reiger. He yells, I get it, telling crazy stories about someone knocking on his door. That's ridiculous as hell because he says it's dark in the hallway , and Masters and I turned on the lights when we came over. He just thought that he had turned off the lights when he went to King Charles' room, which betrayed him. He called The girl helped because he knew full well that she was hysterical and would agree to do anything. "I could slit my own throat," said Sir Henry Merrillville suddenly and cruelly, "when I found the body of Carl Wragg. How I wish I had judged enough then to challenge him." !...but I thought, in God's name, I'll be able to catch him now..." H.M. laughed excitedly, "so I went back and pretended to involve him in my plans, which destroyed his last bit Suspicious. He walked into the trap with no scruples. Masters - I told him Masters was downstairs - actually he was in the hallway, watched him sneak past when the lights went out , and took the piece of silver from the desk drawer. I knew I could catch him at any time, so I terminated the experiment and..." Sir Henry Merrillville made a stiff movement.He stared at the stack of blue papers and put them back on the desk.The drawer slammed shut with a bang. "That's all there is to it," said Sir Henry Merrillville triumphantly. For a long time no one spoke.On this lazy afternoon, the sound of cars floated up.Sir Henry Merrillville drew his feet back, staggered to an iron safe, and produced a bottle of wine, a straw, and several wine glasses.His huge, slovenly figure, reflected in the window, hangs high above the green jetty, the glittering river, and the great curve of the city of London. “那么，现在，”亨利·梅利维尔爵士笑着说，“你们可以忘掉它了。跟家人在一起时，你渡过了一段糟糕的时光……女士，但是，你现在自由了，你丈夫压根就不是一个坏东西。如果任何时候，你还需要我这老头子去解除诅咒，大声说出来就行了。另外……” “另外？……”凯瑟琳·博亨惊异地望着亨利·梅利维尔爵士。 亨利·梅利维尔爵士盯着眼镜。他环视这个古老的房间，房间里塞满了疯狂的书籍和歪斜的绘画，以及一个男人影响深远的大脑里的灰尘和战利品。他低头望着散落一桌的铅制士兵，一个关乎人类生死存亡的问题，正面临着解决…… “哦，我不知道！……”亨利·梅利维尔爵士做了一个模棱两可的动作说，“我想自己得继续了，继续坐着思考……”

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