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作者:悟来悟去      更新:2021-02-25 00:56      字数:9284
  the house the moment we got to it; a tremendous battery of knocks was
  directed   against   the   door;   a   light   appeared   at   a   window;   I   was   told   to
  conceal   myself   behind   the   police;   then   came   more   knocks   and   a   cry   of
  〃Open in the name of the law!〃 At that terrible summons bolts and locks
  gave way  before  an invisible  hand;  and   the moment   after  the subprefect
  was   in   the   passage;   confronting   a   waiter   half   dressed   and   ghastly   pale。
  This was the short dialogue which immediately took place:
  〃We want to see the Englishman who is sleeping in this house。〃
  〃He went away hours ago。〃
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  〃He did no such thing。 His friend went away; /he/ remained。 Show us
  to his bedroom!〃
  〃I swear to you; Monsieur le Sous…prefet; he is not here! he〃
  〃I   swear  to   you;   Monsieur   le   Garcon;   he   is。   He   slept   here;   he   didn't
  find   your   bed   comfortable;   he   came   to   us   to   complain   of   it;   here   he   is
  among   my   men;   and   here   am   I   ready   to   look   for   a   flea   or   two   in   his
  bedstead。 Renaudin!〃 (calling to one of the subordinates; and pointing to
  the   waiter);   〃collar   that   man;   and   tie   his   hands   behind   him。   Now   then;
  gentlemen; let us walk upstairs!〃
  Every man and woman in the house was securedthe 〃old soldier〃 the
  first。 Then I identified the bed in which I had slept; and then we went into
  the room above。
  No object that was at all extraordinary appeared in any part of it。 The
  subprefect   looked   round   the   place;   commanded   everybody   to   be   silent;
  stamped twice on the floor; called for a candle; looked attentively at the
  spot   he   had   stamped   on;   and   ordered   the   flooring   there   to   be   carefully
  taken up。 This was done in no time。 Lights were produced; and we saw a
  deep raftered cavity between the floor of this room and the ceiling of the
  room beneath。 Through this cavity there ran perpendicularly a sort of case
  of   iron;   thickly   greased;   and   inside   the   case   appeared   the   screw;   which
  communicated with the bedtop below。 Extra lengths of screw; freshly oiled;
  levers covered with felt; all the complete upper works of a heavy press
  constructed   with   infernal   ingenuity   so   as   to   join   the   fixtures   below;   and
  when taken to pieces again to go into the smallest possible compasswere
  next discovered and pulled out on the floor。 After some little difficulty the
  subprefect succeeded   in putting   the machinery  together; and;  leaving his
  men     to  work    it;  descended     with    me   to  the   bedroom。     The    smothering
  canopy was then lowered; but not so noiselessly as I had seen it lowered。
  When I mentioned this to the subprefect; his answer; simple as it was; had
  a terrible significance。 〃My men;〃 said he; 〃are working down the bedtop
  for the first time; the men whose money you won were in better practice。〃
  We   left   the house   in   the   sole   possession   of two   police   agents;   every
  one of the inmates being removed to prison on the spot。 The subprefect;
  after taking down my /proces verbal/ in his office; returned with me to my
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  hotel to get my passport。 〃Do you think;〃 I asked; as I gave it to him; 〃that
  any men have really been smothered in that bed; as they tried to smother
  /me/?〃
  〃I have seen dozens of drowned men laid out at the morgue;〃 answered
  the subprefect; 〃in whose pocket…books were found letters stating that they
  had   committed suicide  in   the   Seine;  because they  had lost   everything   at
  the   gaming…table。   Do   I   know   how   many  of   those   men   entered   the   same
  gambling…house  that   /you/   entered?   won   as   /you/   won?   took   that   bed   as
  /you/ took it? slept in it? were smothered in it? and were privately thrown
  into   the   river;   with   a   letter   of   explanation   written   by   the   murderers   and
  placed in their pocket…books? No man can say how many or how few have
  suffered     the   fate  from    which     you   have    escaped。     The   people     of  the
  gambling…house   kept   their   bedstead   machinery   a   secret   from   /us/even
  from the police! The dead kept the rest of the secret for them。 Good…night;
  or rather good…morning; Monsieur Faulkner! Be at my office again at nine
  o'clock; in the meantime; /au revoir/!〃            The rest of my story is soon told。 I
  was examined and reexamined; the gambling…house was strictly searched
  all through from top to bottom; the prisoners were separately interrogated;
  and   two   of   the   less   guilty  among   them   made   a   confession。   I   discovered
  that the old soldier was master of the gambling…house/justice/ discovered
  that he had been drummed out of the army as a vagabond years ago; that
  he had been guilty of all sorts of villainies since; that he was in possession
  of stolen property; which the owners identified; and that he; the croupier;
  another accomplice; and the woman who had made my cup of coffee were
  all   in   the   secret   of   the   bedstead。   There   appeared   some   reason   to   doubt
  whether the inferior persons attached   to the house knew  anything of the
  suffocating   machinery;   and   they   received   the   benefit   of   that   doubt;   by
  being treated simply as thieves and vagabonds。 As for the old soldier and
  his two   head   myrmidons;  they  went   to the   galleys;   the   woman   who had
  drugged   my   coffee   was   imprisoned   for   I   forget   how   many   years;   the
  regular   attendants   at   the   gambling…house   were   considered   〃suspicious;〃
  and    placed    under    〃surveillance〃;     and    I  became;    for   one   whole    week
  (which is a long time); the head 〃lion〃 in Parisian society。 My adventure
  was dramatised by three illustrious play…makers; but never saw theatrical
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  daylight;   for   the   censorship   forbade   the   introduction   on   the   stage   of   a
  correct copy of the gambling…house bedstead。
  One good result was produced by my adventure; which any censorship
  must have approved: it cured me of ever again trying rouge…et…noir as an
  amusement。 The sight of a green cloth; with packs of cards and heaps of
  money on it; will henceforth be for ever associated in my mind with the
  sight   of   a   bed  canopy   descending      to  suffocate   me    in   the  silence   and
  darkness of the night。
  Just as   Mr。 Faulkner  pronounced   these words he started in his   chair;
  and resumed his stiff; dignified position in a great hurry。 〃Bless my soul!〃
  cried he; with a comic look of astonishment and vexation; 〃while I have
  been telling   you   what is the   real   secret of   my interest in the   sketch   you
  have so kindly given to me; I have altogether forgotten that I came here to
  sit for my portrait。 For the last hour or more I must have been the worst
  model you ever had to draw from!〃
  〃On the contrary; you have been the best;〃 said I。 〃I have been trying
  to    catch    your    likeness;    and;   while     telling   your    story;   you    have
  unconsciously   shown   me   the   natural   expression   I   wanted   to   insure   my
  success。〃
  NOTE BY MRS。 KERBY
  I cannot let this story end without mentioning what the chance saying
  was which caused it to be told at the farmhouse the other night。 Our friend
  the young sailor; among his other quaint objections to sleeping on shore;
  declared that he particularly hated four…post beds; because he never slept
  in one without doubting whether the top might not come down in the night
  and   suffocate   him。   I   thought   this   chance   reference   to   the   distinguishing
  feature   of   William's   narrative   curious   enough;   and   my   husband   agreed
  with me。 But he says it is scarcely worth while to mention such a trifle in
  anything so important as a book。 I cannot venture; after this; to do more
  than   slip   these   lines   in   modestly   at   the   end   of   the   story。   If   the   printer
  should notice my few last words; perhaps he may not mind the trouble of
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  putting them into some out…of… the…way corner; in very small type。
  L。 K。
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