修道院公学（1）

The Priory School

The Adventure of the Priory School

Arthur Conan Doyle

We have had some dramatic entrances and exits upon our small stage at Baker Street, but I cannot recollect anything more sudden and startling than the first appearance of Thorneycroft Huxtable, M.A., Ph.D., etc. His card, which seemed too small to carry the weight of his academic distinctions, preceded him by a few seconds, and then he entered himself—so large, so pompous, and so dignified that he was the very embodiment of self-possession and solidity. And yet his first action when the door had closed behind him was to stagger against the table, whence he slipped down upon the floor, and there was that majestic figure prostrate and insensible upon our bearskin hearthrug.

We had sprung to our feet, and for a few moments we stared in silent amazement at this ponderous piece of wreckage, which told of some sudden and fatal storm far out on the ocean of life. Then Holmes hurried with a cushion for his head and I with brandy for his lips. The heavy white face was seamed with lines of trouble, the hanging pouches under the closed eyes were leaden in colour, the loose mouth drooped dolorously at the corners, the rolling chins were unshaven. Collar and shirt bore the grime of a long journey, and the hair bristled unkempt from the well-shaped head. It was a sorely-stricken man who lay before us.

“What is it, Watson?” asked Holmes.

“Absolute exhaustion—possibly mere hunger and fatigue,” said I, with my finger on the thready pulse, where the stream of life trickled thin and small.

“Return ticket from Mackleton, in the North of England,” said Holmes, drawing it from the watch-pocket. “It is not twelve o'clock yet. He has certainly been an early starter.”

The puckered eyelids had begun to quiver, and now a pair of vacant, grey eyes looked up at us. An instant later the man had scrambled on to his feet, his face crimson with shame.

在贝克街的这座小小的舞台上，我们已经看到不少人物的出场和退场都很不寻常，可是回忆起来，只有曾经荣获硕士、博士等学位的桑尔尼克夫特·贺克斯塔布尔的首次登场最为突然，最为惊人。那张几乎印不下他的全部学术头衔的小名片刚刚送来几秒钟，他自己就紧跟着进来了。他身材高大，气宇轩昂，神情十分庄严，似乎冷静和稳重全集于一身。但是当他走进屋来随手关上门后，竟立即靠着桌子摇晃起来，随后便四肢无力地跌倒在地板上，那魁梧的身躯匍匐在壁炉前的熊平地毯上，他失去了知觉。

我们急忙站了起来，片刻之间，我们惊讶地、默默地注视着这艘沉落海底的庞大船只，显然在辽阔的生命海洋上掀起了急剧的、致命的风暴。福尔摩斯匆忙地拿起一个座垫放在他的头下，我便赶紧把白兰地送到他的唇边。他一陰一沉而又苍白的面孔上，布满了忧愁的皱纹，眼睛紧闭着，眼窝发黑，嘴角松一弛而下垂，一胡一须没有修剪，显得凹凸不平。衣领和衬衣带着长途旅行的灰尘，头发乱蓬蓬的。无疑躺在我们面前的是一个忧伤过度的人。

福尔摩斯问：“华生，这是怎么一回事？”

“极度衰竭，可能只是由于饥饿和疲劳所致。"我一面说一面摸一着他细微的脉搏，感到他的生命力已经由奔腾的泉源变成了涓滴细流。

福尔摩斯从来人放表的口袋中拿出一张火车票，说：“这是从英格兰北部的麦克尔顿到伦敦的往返车票。现在还不到十二点，他一定动身很早。”

过了一会儿，他那紧闭的眼睑开始颤一动，他抬起头来用一双灰色呆滞的眼睛看着我们。接着他爬了起来，羞愧得脸色发红。