“Oh, sure,” the police official assured him, almost too heartily. “As long as you’re positive you don’t abstain who he was, and why he came into Joe the Angel’s bar hollering for you, why it’s none of your affair. You’re just helping me out a little tonight, that’s all. You’re not mixed up in it a bit.”
律师希望冯?弗拉纳根是对的，但他并不相信。
The lawyer hoped von Flanagan was right, but he didn’t believe it.
走进乔天使酒吧的那个陌生人曾经是个英俊且令人印象深刻的人物。即使在库克县太平间阴森的环境中，他现在看起来也是如此。他身材高大，骨骼粗大，肌肉发达，有一张瘦削、五官分明的脸。那是一张坚毅的脸，几乎有些冷酷；即使现在看着他躺在铺着白色床单的桌子上，脸上仍带着严峻、不可动摇的神情，一种即使在死后也依然存在的决心。
The stranger who had stumbled into Joe the Angel’s bar had been a handsome and impressive figure. He appeared so even now, in the gloomy austerity of the Cook County morgue. He had been tall, big-boned, and muscular, with a lean, large-featured face. It had been a hard face, almost cruel; seen even now against the white-sheeted table, it had an expression of grim, inexorable force, a determination that persisted even in death.
“看起来很凶悍的家伙。” 冯?弗拉纳根多此一举地评论道。
“Tough-looking mug,” von Flanagan needlessly mented.
死者的头发是栗棕色的，几乎是黑色的，又粗又硬，非常直。他的胸膛和上臂的皮肤白皙细腻，几乎像女人的皮肤，但在被太阳和风晒到的地方，是深褐色的、像皮革一样。马龙猜测他的眼睛要么是灰色要么是蓝色，很可能是灰色。
The dead man’s hair had been chestnut brown, almost black, coarse and heavy, and perfectly straight. The skin on his chest and upper arms was delicately white, almost womanish, but where it was exposed to sun and wind it was a deep, leathery brown. Malone guessed that his eyes had been either gray or blue, probably gray.
“你确定不认识他？” 冯?弗拉纳根问道。
“Sure you don’t know him?” von Flanagan asked.
律师摇了摇头。“完全不认识。我这辈子从没见过他。” 他现在几乎完全清醒了，但仍然非常不舒服。他希望自己能喝上一杯。看到这个身份不明的人在库克县太平间开始新的一年，这让他感到非常沮丧。
The lawyer shook his head. “Not from Adam. Never saw him in my life.” He felt almost entirely sober now, but still extremely unfortable. He wished he had a drink. The spectacle of the unidentified man starting the new year in the Cook County morgue depressed him.
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