福尔摩斯探案经典:《恐怖谷》第10章Part3

On a Saturday night McMurdo was introduced to the lodge. He had thought to pass in without ceremony as being an initiate of Chicago; but there were particular rites in Vermissa of which they were proud, and these had to be undergone by every postulant. The assembly met in a large room reserved for such purposes at the Union House. Some sixty members assembled at Vermissa; but that by no means represented the full strength of the organization, for there were several other lodges in the valley, and others across the mountains on each side, who exchanged members when any serious business was afoot, so that a crime might be done by men who were strangers to the locality. Altogether there were not less than five hundred scattered over the coal district.
In the bare assembly room the men were gathered round a long table. At the side was a second one laden with bottles and glasses, on which some members of the company were already turning their eyes. McGinty sat at the head with a flat black velvet cap upon his shock of tangled black hair, and a coloured purple stole round his neck, so that he seemed to be a priest presiding over some diabolical ritual. To right and left of him were the higher lodge officials, the cruel, handsome face of Ted Baldwin among them. Each of these wore some scarf or medallion as emblem of his office.
They were, for the most part, men of mature age; but the rest of the company consisted of young fellows from eighteen to twenty-five, the ready and capable agents who carried out the commands of their seniors. Among the older men were many whose features showed the tigerish, lawless souls within; but looking at the rank and file it was difficult to believe that these eager and open-faced young fellows were in very truth a dangerous gang of murderers, whose minds had suffered such complete moral perversion that they took a horrible pride in their proficiency at the business, and looked with deepest respect at the man who had the reputation of making what they called "a clean job."
To their contorted natures it had become a spirited and chivalrous thing to volunteer for service against some man who had never injured them, and whom in many cases they had never seen in their lives. The crime committed, they quarrelled as to who had actually struck the fatal blow, and amused one another and the company by describing the cries and contortions of the murdered man.
At first they had shown some secrecy in their arrangements; but at the time which this narrative describes their proceedings were extraordinarily open, for the repeated failure of the law had proved to them that, on the one hand, no one would dare to witness against them, and on the other they had an unlimited number of stanch witnesses upon whom they could call, and a well-filled treasure chest from which they could draw the funds to engage the best legal talent in the state. In ten long years of outrage there had been no single conviction, and the only danger that ever threatened the Scowrers lay in the victim himself--who, however outnumbered and taken by surprise, might and occasionally did leave his mark upon his assailants.
McMurdo had been warned that some ordeal lay before him; but no one would tell him in what it consisted. He was led now into an outer room by two solemn brothers. Through the plank partition he could hear the murmur of many voices from the assembly within. Once or twice he caught the sound of his own name, and he knew that they were discussing his candidacy. Then there entered an inner guard with a green and gold sash across his chest.
"The Bodymaster orders that he shall be trussed, blinded, and entered," said he.
The three of them removed his coat, turned up the sleeve of his right arm, and finally passed a rope round above the elbows and made it fast. They next placed a thick black cap right over his head and the upper part of his face, so that he could see nothing. He was then led into the assembly hall.
It was pitch dark and very oppressive under his hood. He heard the rustle and murmur of the people round him, and then the voice of McGinty sounded dull and distant through the covering of his ears.
"John McMurdo," said the voice, "are you already a member of the Ancient Order of Freemen?"
He bowed in assent.
"Is your lodge No. 29, Chicago?"
He bowed again.
"Dark nights are unpleasant," said the voice.
"Yes, for strangers to travel," he answered.
"The clouds are heavy."
"Yes, a storm is approaching."
"Are the brethren satisfied?" asked the Bodymaster.
There was a general murmur of assent.
"We know, Brother, by your sign and by your countersign that you are indeed one of us," said McGinty. "We would have you know, however, that in this county and in other counties of these parts we have certain rites, and also certain duties of our own which call for good men. Are you ready to be tested?"
"I am."
"Are you of stout heart?"
"I am."

星期六晚上，麦克默多被介绍入会。他以为自己是芝加哥的老会员，不需要举行什么仪式就可以通过了。可是维尔米萨却有它引以自豪的特殊仪式，而每一个申请入会的人都要经受这种仪式。集会是在工会楼里一间专供举行此种仪式的宽大房间里进行的，维尔米萨有六十多个人麇集在这里，但这决不是此地的全体会员，因为山谷中还有一些它们的分会，在山谷两边的山上也还有一些分会。在干重大营生时，便互相交换人员，所以，一些犯罪作恶的事就可以由当地不认识的人去做。总共有不下五百名会员散布在整个煤矿区。
在空旷的会议室里，人们围在一张长桌周围。旁边另一张桌子上摆满了酒瓶子和玻璃杯，一些会员已经垂涎欲滴地望着它们。麦金蒂坐在首席，蓬乱的黑发上戴着一顶平顶黑绒帽，脖子上围着一条主教举行仪式用的圣带，因此，他仿佛是一个主持恶魔仪典的祭司。麦金蒂左右两旁是会中居于高位的人，其中就有生性凶残而面貌俊秀的特德·鲍德温。他们每个人都戴着绶带或是徽章，表明他们的职位。他们大都是中年人，其余的都是十八岁到二十五岁的青年，只要长者发出命令，他们就心甘情愿竭尽全力地去干。长者中许多人从面貌上可以看出是些生性凶残、无法无天的人。不过仅从那些普通成员来看，很难使人相信，这些热情、坦荡的年轻人确实是一伙杀人不眨眼的凶手。他们道德败坏到了极点，把干坏事的本领引以为荣，并且异常崇拜那些所谓"干得利落"的出名人物。
由于具有这种变态的性格，他们主动去杀害那些从未得罪过他们的人；在许多情况下，还有那些素不相识的人，并把这当做勇敢而又侠义的事情。而在做案之后，他们还互相争论到底是谁打得最致命，并且争相描述被害人的惨叫声和身体受痛的扭曲形状，引以为乐。
起初，在他们安排做恶事时，还有点保密，可是在他们讲这些事时，就破例把这些罪恶行径公开了。因为法律在他们身上屡次失效，这就使他们觉得，一方面，没有一个人敢于出面作证控告他们，另一方面，他们有无数随叫随到的可靠的假证人，有满仓的金银财宝可以用来聘请州内最有才干的律师作辩护人。十年来，他们为非作歹，无所顾忌，但没有一个人被定罪。而威胁着死酷党人的唯一危险，还是来自他们的受害者，因为尽管受害者寡不敌众或受到突然袭击，但他们可以而且有时确实给匪徒们以深刻的教训。
有人警告过麦克默多，说严峻考验就摆在他面前，可是没有一个人告诉他是什么考验。现在他被两个面容严肃的弟兄引到外室。通过隔板墙，他可以模糊地听到里面与会者的七嘴八舌的声音。有一两次提到他的名字，麦克默多知道大家正在讨论他的入会问题。后来走进一个斜挎着黄绿二色肩带的内部警卫，说道：“身主有令，他应当被缚住双臂，蒙住双眼领进来。”
他们三个人便将麦克默多的外衣脱下，把他右臂的衣袖卷起来，用一条绳子迅速地把他双肘捆住。然后又把一顶厚厚的黑帽子扣到他的头上，把脸的上半部也盖住了，所以麦克默多什么也看不见了。最后他被引入集会厅。
罩上帽子以后，麦克默多只觉一片漆黑，十分难耐。他只听到一片沙沙声和周围人们的低语声，后来透过他双耳上蒙着的东西，他又隐约模糊地听到麦金蒂的声音：“约翰·麦克默多，你是自由人会的老会员吗？”
麦克默多点头表示同意。
“你是属于芝加哥第二十九分会吗？”
麦克默多又点了点头。
“黑夜是不愉快的，"对方说道。
“是的，对旅行的异乡人，黑夜是不愉快的，"麦克默多答道。
“阴云密布。”
“对，暴风雨即将来临。”
“众位弟兄们可满意吗？"身主问道。
传来一阵赞同的低语声。
“兄弟，根据你的暗语和对答，我们知道你确实是一个自己人，"麦金蒂说道，“不过我们要让你知道在本县和外县，我们有一定的仪式，一定的责任。你准备试一试吗？”
“我准备好了。”
“你是一个坚定勇敢的人吗？”
“对。”