第 39 节
作者:管他三七二十一      更新:2021-04-30 16:21      字数:9322
  in the foot; received from a splinter on board ship。 His ultimate
  design was to sell it。
  Returning home from some sailors' frolic the night; or rather in the
  morning of the murder; he found the beast occupying his own bed…room;
  into which it had broken from a closet adjoining; where it had been;
  as was thought; securely confined。 Razor in hand; and fully lathered;
  it was sitting before a looking…glass; attempting the operation of
  shaving; in which it had no doubt previously watched its master
  through the key…hole of the closet。 Terrified at the sight of so
  dangerous a weapon in the possession of an animal so ferocious; and
  so well able to use it; the man; for some moments; was at a loss what
  to do。 He had been accustomed; however; to quiet the creature; even
  in its fiercest moods; by the use of a whip; and to this he now
  resorted。 Upon sight of it; the Ourang…Outang sprang at once through
  the door of the chamber; down the stairs; and thence; through a
  window; unfortunately open; into the street。
  The Frenchman followed in despair; the ape; razor still in hand;
  occasionally stopping to look back and gesticulate at its pursuer;
  until the latter had nearly come up with it。 It then again made off。
  In this manner the chase continued for a long time。 The streets were
  profoundly quiet; as it was nearly three o'clock in the morning。 In
  passing down an alley in the rear of the Rue Morgue; the fugitive's
  attention was arrested by a light gleaming from the open window of
  Madame L'Espanaye's chamber; in the fourth story of her house。
  Rushing to the building; it perceived the lightning rod; clambered up
  with inconceivable agility; grasped the shutter; which was thrown
  fully back against the wall; and; by its means; swung itself directly
  upon the headboard of the bed。 The whole feat did not occupy a
  minute。 The shutter was kicked open again by the Ourang…Outang as it
  entered the room。
  The sailor; in the meantime; was both rejoiced and perplexed。 He had
  strong hopes of now recapturing the brute; as it could scarcely
  escape from the trap into which it had ventured; except by the rod;
  where it might be intercepted as it came down。 On the other hand;
  there was much cause for anxiety as to what it might do in the house。
  This latter reflection urged the man still to follow the fugitive。 A
  lightning rod is ascended without difficulty; especially by a sailor;
  but; when he had arrived as high as the window; which lay far to his
  left; his career was stopped; the most that he could accomplish was
  to reach over so as to obtain a glimpse of the interior of the room。
  At this glimpse he nearly fell from his hold through excess of
  horror。 Now it was that those hideous shrieks arose upon the night;
  which had startled from slumber the inmates of the Rue Morgue。 Madame
  L'Espanaye and her daughter; habited in their night clothes; had
  apparently been occupied in arranging some papers in the iron chest
  already mentioned; which had been wheeled into the middle of the
  room。 It was open; and its contents lay beside it on the floor。 The
  victims must have been sitting with their backs toward the window;
  and; from the time elapsing between the ingress of the beast and the
  screams; it seems probable that it was not immediately perceived。 The
  flapping…to of the shutter would naturally have been attributed to
  the wind。
  As the sailor looked in; the gigantic animal had seized Madame
  L'Espanaye by the hair; (which was loose; as she had been combing
  it;) and was flourishing the razor about her face; in imitation of
  the motions of a barber。 The daughter lay prostrate and motionless;
  she had swooned。 The screams and struggles of the old lady (during
  which the hair was torn from her head) had the effect of changing the
  probably pacific purposes of the Ourang…Outang into those of wrath。
  With one determined sweep of its muscular arm it nearly severed her
  head from her body。 The sight of blood inflamed its anger into
  phrenzy。 Gnashing its teeth; and flashing fire from its eyes; it flew
  upon the body of the girl; and imbedded its fearful talons in her
  throat; retaining its grasp until she expired。 Its wandering and wild
  glances fell at this moment upon the head of the bed; over which the
  face of its master; rigid with horror; was just discernible。 The fury
  of the beast; who no doubt bore still in mind the dreaded whip; was
  instantly converted into fear。 Conscious of having deserved
  punishment; it seemed desirous of concealing its bloody deeds; and
  skipped about the chamber in an agony of nervous agitation; throwing
  down and breaking the furniture as it moved; and dragging the bed
  from the bedstead。 In conclusion; it seized first the corpse of the
  daughter; and thrust it up the chimney; as it was found; then that of
  the old lady; which it immediately hurled through the window
  headlong。
  As the ape approached the casement with its mutilated burden; the
  sailor shrank aghast to the rod; and; rather gliding than clambering
  down it; hurried at once home … dreading the consequences of the
  butchery; and gladly abandoning; in his terror; all solicitude about
  the fate of the Ourang…Outang。 The words heard by the party upon the
  staircase were the Frenchman's exclamations of horror and affright;
  commingled with the fiendish jabberings of the brute。
  I have scarcely anything to add。 The Ourang…Outang must have escaped
  from the chamber; by the rod; just before the break of the door。 It
  must have closed the window as it passed through it。 It was
  subsequently caught by the owner himself; who obtained for it a very
  large sum at the _Jardin des Plantes。_ Le Don was instantly released;
  upon our narration of the circumstances (with some comments from
  Dupin) at the bureau of the Prefect of Police。 This functionary;
  however well disposed to my friend; could not altogether conceal his
  chagrin at the turn which affairs had taken; and was fain to indulge
  in a sarcasm or two; about the propriety of every person minding his
  own business。
  〃Let him talk;〃 said Dupin;; who had not thought it necessary to
  reply。 〃Let him discourse; it will ease his conscience; I am
  satisfied with having defeated him in his own castle。 Nevertheless;
  that he failed in the solution of this mystery; is by no means that
  matter for wonder which he supposes it; for; in truth; our friend the
  Prefect is somewhat too cunning to be profound。 In his wisdom is no
  _stamen。_ It is all head and no body; like the pictures of the
  Goddess Laverna;  or; at best; all head and shoulders; like a
  codfish。 But he is a good creature after all。 I like him especially
  for one master stroke of cant; by which he has attained his
  reputation for ingenuity。 I mean the way he has '_de nier ce qui est;
  et d'expliquer ce qui n'est pas。_' 〃 *
  * Rousseau … Nouvelle Heloise。
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  THE MYSTERY OF MARIE ROGET。{*1}
  A SEQUEL TO 〃THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE。〃
  Es giebt eine Reihe idealischer Begebenheiten; die der Wirklichkeit
  parallel lauft。 Selten fallen sie zusammen。 Menschen und zufalle
  modifieiren gewohulich die idealische Begebenheit; so dass sie
  unvollkommen erscheint; und ihre Folgen gleichfalls unvollkommen
  sind。 So bei der Reformation; statt des Protestantismus kam das
  Lutherthum hervor。
  There are ideal series of events which run parallel with the real
  ones。 They rarely coincide。 Men and circumstances generally modify
  the ideal train of events; so that it seems imperfect; and its
  consequences are equally imperfect。 Thus with the Reformation;
  instead of Protestantism came Lutheranism。
  … Novalis。 {*2} Moral Ansichten。
  THERE are few persons; even among the calmest thinkers; who have not
  occasionally been startled into a vague yet thrilling half…credence
  in the supernatural; by coincidences of so seemingly marvellous a
  character that; as mere coincidences; the intellect has been unable
  to receive them。 Such sentiments … for the half…credences of which I
  speak have never the full force of thought … such sentiments are
  seldom thoroughly stifled unless by reference to the doctrine of
  chance; or; as it is technically termed; the Calculus of
  Probabilities。 Now this Calculus is; in its essence; purely
  mathematical; and thus we have the anomaly of the most rigidly exact
  in science applied to the shadow and spirituality of the most
  intangible in speculation。
  The extraordinary details which I am now called upon to make public;
  will be found to form; as regards sequence of time; the primary
  branch of a series of scarcely intelligible coincidences; whose
  secondary or concluding branch will be recognized by all readers in
  the late murder of Mary Cecila Rogers; at New York。
  When; in an article entitled 〃The Murders in the Rue Morgue;〃 I
  endeavored; about a year ago; to depict some very remarkable features
  in the mental character of my friend; the Chevalier C。 Auguste Dupin;
  it did not occur to me that I should ever resume the subject。 This
  depicting of character constituted my design; and this design was
  thor