然后这个陌生人开始倒下。先是他的膝盖慢慢地弯曲，以至于他以祈祷的姿势跪在地上，双手向前伸展。在他毫无血色的脸上出现一种惊恐和难以置信的表情。然后他向后倒去，头撞到木地板，发出一种奇怪的、空洞的声音。一条腿猛的以一种奇怪的、弹跳的动作弹直；另一条腿还弯在他身下。刹那间，一阵可怕的抽搐传遍了他的全身，然后，同样突然地，他一动不动了。
Then the stranger began to fall. First his knees buckled—slowly—so that he sank to the floor in an attitude of prayer, his hands outstretched in front of him. A look of horror and incredulity came over his colorless face. Then he fell backward, his head striking the wood floor with a strange, hollow sound. One knee unbent, the foot flying out in a curious, springing movement; the other leg remained crooked under him. There was a sudden, horrible twitching that shook the entire frame and then, just as suddenly, he lay still.
约翰?马龙是第一个行动的人。他从酒吧凳上滑下来，只微微踉跄了一下，便跪在地上那个扭曲的身影旁边。片刻之后，他站起来，从口袋里掏出一个五分镍币，扔在吧台上。
John J. Malone was the first to move. He slid off the bar stool, lurched only a trifle, and knelt beside the twisted figure on the floor. After a divided second he rose, drew a nickel from his pocket, and threw it on the bar.
“给我一个电话代币。”
“Gimme a slug.”
乔天使递给他一个电话代币。其他人没有人动。
Joe the Angel handed him a telephone slug. No one else moved.
小个子律师穿过狭窄的房间来到电话亭，把代币投进电话，拨打了报警的号码。
The little lawyer crossed the narrow room to the telephone booth, dropped the slug in the telephone, and dialed POL-1313
“派一辆警车到迪尔伯恩街的乔天使酒吧。地上有个死人。”
“Send a squad car to Joe the Angel’s, on Dearborn Street. There’s a dead man on the floor.”
他第一次没挂上电话听筒，然后砰地一声把听筒挂上。
He slammed down the receiver after missing the hook on the first try.
就在那一刻，一切乱成了一团。酒吧后面的收音机发出的声音变得震耳欲聋。外面，哨子声尖叫，铃铛叮当作响，聚集人群的喧闹声从州街那边一路传来。
At exactly that moment hell broke loose. The radio back of the bar began to let forth sounds that rocked the little machine. Outside, whistles began to scream, bells clanged, and the off-pitch roar of voices was heard all the way from State Street where the crowds were gathered.
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