“她干得很利落。”马龙说。他喊道，“再来三杯小啤酒当配菜。”
“She did a nice neat job of it,” Malone said. He called, “Three small beers for chasers.”
海伦叹了口气。“马龙，你打算怎么处理她？”
“Helene, what are you going to do about her?”
“如果在此期间没什么事发生，明天就把她从监狱里弄出来。”
“Spring her from the can tomorrow, if nothing happens meanwhile.”
“然后呢？”
“And then?”
“然后我想我得在冯·弗拉纳根又因为什么事生气然后再次逮捕她之前找出真正的凶手。”他轮流看着杜松子酒和啤酒，决定用哪个来当配菜。“我先把她弄出来。然后我就往袖子上吐口唾沫，卷起袖子开始干活。”他停顿了一下。“是卷起袖子往手上吐唾沫。”
“Then I suppose I’ll have to find out who really did the stabbing before von Flanagan gets sore at something and arrests her again.” He looked alternately at the gin and the beer, deciding which to use as a chaser. “I’ll spring her first. Then I’ll just spit on my sleeves and roll up my hands and go to work.” He paused. “Roll on my hands and spit up my sleeves.”
“没关系。”海伦说，“我还是觉得第一次说的更好。那你不认为是她干的吗？”
“Never mind,” Helene said, “I liked it better the first time. Then you don’t think she did do it?”
“当然不。”马龙说，“我从来没这么想过。”他喝下杜松子酒，没去管啤酒。
“Hell no,” Malone said, “I’ve never thought so.” He downed the gin and ignored the beer.
“你一直忽略了卢埃拉·怀特。”杰克抱怨道。“我打赌她十岁之前就杀了半打人了。她没有得到足够的关注。她可能溜进那个人的房间，刺了他，然后又神不知鬼不觉地溜了出来。”
“You keep overlooking Louella White,” Jake plained. “I bet she’d murdered half a dozen people before she was ten years old. She isn’t getting half enough attention. She could have slipped into that guy’s room, stabbed him, and slipped out again without any one noticing her.”
“而且，”海伦说，“我对她很怀疑。她声称做伊迪莎·文宁的同伴好多年了。但我愿意打个小赌，她从来没去过东方。”
“Besides,” Helene said, “I’m very doubtful about her. She claims to have been Editha Venning’s panion for a number of years. But I’d be willing to place a small bet she’s never been in the Orient.”
“为什么？”杰克问道。
“Why?” Jake demanded.
“我来告诉你为什么。”海伦说。“今天早饭前我有机会偷偷看了一下她的房间，我就这么做了。没有一个仿玉佛像或者精致雕刻的烟灰缸。甚至连一件五彩手工刺绣的和服都没有。你不能说那个女人在东方哪怕待了一个星期却不带回点纪念品。”她点了一根烟。“我甚至愿意打赌没有叫卢埃拉·怀特这个人。”
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