福尔摩斯探案经典:《恐怖谷》第11章Part8

"It darkens every moment of our lives. Do you suppose that Ted Baldwin has ever forgiven us? If it were not that he fears you, what do you suppose our chances would be? If you saw the look in those dark, hungry eyes of his when they fall on me!"
"By Gar! I'd teach him better manners if I caught him at it! But see here, little girl. I can't leave here. I can't--take that from me once and for all. But if you will leave me to find my own way, I will try to prepare a way of getting honourably out of it."
"There is no honour in such a matter."
"Well, well, it's just how you look at it. But if you'll give me six months, I'll work it so that I can leave without being ashamed to look others in the face."
The girl laughed with joy. "Six months!" she cried. "Is it a promise?"
"Well, it may be seven or eight. But within a year at the furthest we will leave the valley behind us."
It was the most that Ettie could obtain, and yet it was something. There was this distant light to illuminate the gloom of the immediate future. She returned to her father's house more light-hearted than she had ever been since Jack McMurdo had come into her life.
It might be thought that as a member, all the doings of the society would be told to him; but he was soon to discover that the organization was wider and more complex than the simple lodge. Even Boss McGinty was ignorant as to many things; for there was an official named the County Delegate, living at Hobson's Patch farther down the line, who had power over several different lodges which he wielded in a sudden and arbitrary way. Only once did McMurdo see him, a sly, little gray-haired rat of a man, with a slinking gait and a sidelong glance which was charged with malice. Evans Pott was his name, and even the great Boss of Vermissa felt towards him something of the repulsion and fear which the huge Danton may have felt for the puny but dangerous Robespierre.
One day Scanlan, who was McMurdo's fellow boarder, received a note from McGinty inclosing one from Evans Pott, which informed him that he was sending over two good men, Lawler and Andrews, who had instructions to act in the neighbourhood; though it was best for the cause that no particulars as to their objects should be given. Would the Bodymaster see to it that suitable arrangements be made for their lodgings and comfort until the time for action should arrive? McGinty added that it was impossible for anyone to remain secret at the Union House, and that, therefore, he would be obliged if McMurdo and Scanlan would put the strangers up for a few days in their boarding house.
The same evening the two men arrived, each carrying his gripsack. Lawler was an elderly man, shrewd, silent, and self-contained, clad in an old black frock coat, which with his soft felt hat and ragged, grizzled beard gave him a general resemblance to an itinerant preacher. His companion Andrews was little more than a boy, frank-faced and cheerful, with the breezy manner of one who is out for a holiday and means to enjoy every minute of it. Both men were total abstainers, and behaved in all ways as exemplary members of the society, with the one simple exception that they were assassins who had often proved themselves to be most capable instruments for this association of murder. Lawler had already carried out fourteen commissions of the kind, and Andrews three.
They were, as McMurdo found, quite ready to converse about their deeds in the past, which they recounted with the half-bashful pride of men who had done good and unselfish service for the community. They were reticent, however, as to the immediate job in hand.
"They chose us because neither I nor the boy here drink," Lawler explained. "They can count on us saying no more than we should. You must not take it amiss, but it is the orders of the County Delegate that we obey."
"Sure, we are all in it together," said Scanlan, McMurdo's mate, as the four sat together at supper.
"That's true enough, and we'll talk till the cows come home of the killing of Charlie Williams or of Simon Bird, or any other job in the past. But till the work is done we say nothing."
"There are half a dozen about here that I have a word to say to," said McMurdo, with an oath. "I suppose it isn't Jack Knox of Ironhill that you are after. I'd go some way to see him get his deserts."
"No, it's not him yet."

“它无时无刻不使我们的生活惨淡无光。你想特德·鲍德温会宽恕我们吗？假如不是他怕你，你想我们的运气会怎么样？你只要看看他望着我时的那种如饥似渴的眼光就够了！”
“皇天在上！假如我再碰到他这样，一定要好好教训教训他。不过，小姑娘，我不能离开这里。我不能。请彻底相信我的话吧。不过只要你让我自己去想办法，我一定会找到体面的出路的。”
“干这样的事是不体面的。”
“好，好，这不过是你的看法。可是只要你给我六个月的时间，我可以做到使我离开这里时毫不愧对于人。”
姑娘高兴得笑了。“六个月！"她大声说道，“这是你的诺言吗？”
“对，也可能七个月或八个月。可是最多不过一年，我们就可以离开这个山谷了。”
伊蒂所能得到的莫过这些了，但这些却很重要。这隐隐的一丝曙光，就把将来的一切阴霾一驱而尽。她满心轻松愉快地回到父亲家中。自从杰克·麦克默多闯入她的生活以来，她还从未有过这种心情。
也许有人以为，死酷党所做所为全都会让它的党徒知道的，可是他很快就会发现这个组织比一般简单的分会要广泛、复杂得多。即使身主麦金蒂对许多事也一无所知。因为有一个称为县代表的官员，住在离市中心很远的霍布森领地，他用出人意外而又专横的手段行使权力，统治着各个不同的分会。麦克默多仅仅看到过他一次，这是一个狡诈的人，头发有点发灰，行动鬼鬼祟祟，活象一只耗子，总是充满恶意地斜眼看人。此人名叫伊万斯·波特。甚至维尔米萨的大头目在他面前也感到有些畏惧。如同非凡的丹东在凶险的罗伯斯比尔面前①②感到软弱无力一样。
一天，麦克默多同寓的伙伴斯坎伦收到麦金蒂的一封便笺，里面附有伊万斯·波特写来的信，信上通知说，将派两名得力人员——劳勒和安德鲁斯——到邻区行事，而对他们行事的对象，就不做详细说明了。身主是否可以给他们安徘适当住处？麦金蒂写道，在工会里任何人都无法保守秘密，因此，他责成麦克默多和斯坎伦把这两个来人安排在他们寓所住几天。
就在当天夜晚，这两个人来了，每个人带着一个手提包。劳勒年龄较大，是一个精明人，沉默寡言，比较稳重，身着一件旧礼服大衣，戴一顶软毡帽，乱蓬蓬的灰白胡子，使人感到他是一个巡回传教士。他的伙伴安德鲁斯是一个半大的孩子，面容坦率，性情开朗，举止轻快活泼，好象一个人出来欢度假期，准备不放过一分钟地尽情欢乐似的。两个人都绝不饮酒，从各方面看都是地地道道的党徒。他们是这个杀人协会的得力工具和杀人凶手。劳勒已经干过十四次这类犯罪活动，安德鲁斯也杀过三次人了。
麦克默多发现，他们很乐意谈自己过去的作为，讲起来颇为得意，带着为社团立下过汗马功劳的骄傲神情。但对目前要执行的任务却守口如瓶。
“他们选派我们来是因为我和这个孩子都不饮酒，"劳勒解释说，“他们相信我们不会说出我们不应该说的。这是县代表的命令，我们必须服从。请你们不要见怪。”
“当然了，我们都是同党，"麦克默多的同宿人斯坎伦说道，这时四人坐下共进晚餐。
“这是实话，我们可以毫无限制地谈论如何杀死查利·威廉斯，或者如何杀死西蒙·伯德，以及过去的其他案子。可是在我们这件事未得手之前，我们什么也不能谈。”
“这里有六七个人，我要教训他们，"麦克默多咒骂道，“我猜，你们是不是追踪铁山的杰克·诺克斯？我认为他应该得到惩罚。”
“不，还不是他。”