黑彼得（5）

“On the Tuesday Peter Carey was in one of his blackest moods, flushed with drink and as savage as a dangerous wild beast. He roamed about the house, and the women ran for it when they heard him coming. Late in the evening he went down to his own hut. About two o'clock the following morning his daughter, who slept with her window open, heard a most fearful yell from that direction, but it was no unusual thing for him to bawl and shout when he was in drink, so no notice was taken. On rising at seven one of the maids noticed that the door of the hut was open, but so great was the terror which the man caused that it was midday before anyone would venture down to see what had become of him. Peeping into the open door they saw a sight which sent them flying with white faces into the village. Within an hour I was on the spot and had taken over the case.

“Well, I have fairly steady nerves, as you know, Mr. Holmes, but I give you my word that I got a shake when I put my head into that little house. It was droning like a harmonium with the flies and bluebottles, and the floor and walls were like a slaughter-house. He had called it a cabin, and a cabin it was sure enough, for you would have thought that you were in a ship. There was a bunk at one end, a sea-chest, maps and charts, a picture of the Sea Unicorn, a line of log-books on a shelf, all exactly as one would expect to find it in a captain's room. And there in the middle of it was the man himself, his face twisted like a lost soul in torment, and his great brindled beard stuck upwards in his agony. Right through his broad breast a steel harpoon had been driven, and it had sunk deep into the wood of the wall behind him. He was pinned like a beetle on a card. Of course, he was quite dead, and had been so from the instant that he had uttered that last yell of agony.

“星期二彼得·加里又大闹起来，喝得醉醺醺的，凶暴得象一头吃人的野兽，他在他家的周围徘徊，他的妻女听到他来了便急忙跑了。晚上很晚的时候，他回到他的小屋。第二天清晨约在两点钟的时候，他的女儿听到小屋的方向传来吓人的惨叫，因为他女儿总是开着窗户睡觉。他喝醉的时候常常大喊大叫，所以没有人注意。一个女佣人在七点起来的时候，看到小屋的门开着，但是黑彼得让人害怕得太厉害了，所以直到中午才有人敢去看看他怎样了。人们站在开着的门那儿向里看，那个景象吓得他们面色苍白，急忙跑回村去。不到一小时我到了现场接过这个案件。

“福尔摩斯先生，您知道我的神经是相当坚强的，但是我跟您说，当我把头探进这个小屋的时候，我也吓了一跳。成群的苍蝇、绿豆蝇嗡嗡叫个不停，地上和墙上看上去简直象个屠宰场。他叫这间房屋小船舱，那确是象一间小船舱，因为在这里你会感到自己象是在船上。屋子的一头儿有一个一床一铺，一个贮物箱，地图和图表，一张'海上独角兽'号的油画，在一个架子上还有一排航海日志，完全象是我们在船长的舱中所看到的那样。他本人就在屋子里墙的正中间，他的面孔带着人在痛苦中死去的那种扭歪的样子，他的斑白的大一胡一子由于痛苦往上一翘着。一支捕鱼钢叉一直穿过他宽阔的胸膛，深深地叉入他背后的木墙上。他象是在硬纸板上钉着的一个甲虫。显然他发出了那声痛苦的吼叫便死去了。