小个子律师的脸上露出喜色。他看了看表，说：“我想我们能赶上。”
The little lawyer’s face brightened. He looked at his watch and said, “I guess we could.”
“太好了。” 冯?弗拉纳根热情地说。“现在说说这家伙……” 他又皱起眉头。“他干嘛不在他中刀的地方附近，在某个可能有人认识他的地方倒下呢，干嘛要满世界走，故意给我找麻烦。有人在他右肩胛骨下面捅了一刀。要是在另一边，他很可能当场就死了。可他偏不……”
“Fine,” von Flanagan said heartily. “Now about this guy—” He scowled. “Why couldn’t he of fell over right where he was, in some place where somebody might of known him, instead of walking all over town just to make it hard for me. Somebody stuck him in the ribs, just below his right shoulder blade. If it’d been on the other side, he probably would of died right then and there. But no, he has to—”
“医生觉得他走了多远？” 马龙插嘴道。
“How far does the doc think he walked?” Malone interrupted.
“见鬼，他也说不准。很可能他还没走几个街区，就因为内出血就死了，但这也证明不了什么。” 冯?弗拉纳根语气很冲地说。
“Hell, he can’t say. Chances are he wouldn’t get more’n a coupla blocks before internal hemorrhage carried him off but that don’t prove nothing.” Von Flanagan spoke bitterly.
“嗯，我只是想帮忙。” 律师用受伤的语气说。突然他皱起眉。“奇怪的是他身上没有任何身份证明。这跟我没关系，不过你不介意我仔细看看他的衣服吧？”
“Well, I was only trying to sortices this was trying to help,” the lawyer said in an injured tone. Suddenly he frowned. “Funny he wouldn’t have any kind of identification on him. This is none of my business, but do you mind if I take a good look at his clothes?”
“一点也不。” 冯?弗拉纳根告诉他，语气比刚才多了一丝希望。“再好好看看本人吧。不管怎样，我还得回太平间一趟，你不妨跟我一起去，也好有个伴。”
“Not a bit,” von Flanagan told him, a shade more hopefully than before. “Take another look at him, too. I have got to go back to the morgue anyway and you might as well e along to keep me pany.”
“不过要记住，我可不想掺和这事。” 马龙一边说一边费力地穿上大衣。
“Remember, though, I’m not mixing up in this,” Malone said, as he struggled into his overcoat.
“哦，当然。” 警官热情过度地向他保证。“只要你确定不认识他，也不知道他为什么走进乔天使酒吧喊你，这就与你无关。你今晚只是帮我个小忙，仅此而已，完全没有卷入其中。”
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