黄面人05（在线收听）

Our visitor sprang from his chair. “What!” he cried, “you know my name?”

“If you wish to preserve your incognito,” said Holmes, smiling, “I would suggest that you cease to write your name upon the lining of your hat, or else that you turn the crown towards the person whom you are addressing. I was about to say that my friend and I have listened to a good many strange secrets in this room, and that we have had the good fortune to bring peace to many troubled souls. I trust that we may do as much for you. Might I beg you, as time may prove to be of importance, to furnish me with the facts of your case without further delay?”

Our visitor again passed his hand over his forehead, as if he found it bitterly hard. From every gesture and expression I could see that he was a reserved, self-contained man, with a dash of pride in his nature, more likely to hide his wounds than to expose them. Then suddenly, with a fierce gesture of his closed hand, like one who throws reserve to the winds, he began:

“The facts are these, Mr. Holmes,” said he. “I am a married man and have been so for three years. During that time my wife and I have loved each other as fondly and lived as happily as any two that ever were joined. We have not had a difference, not one, in thought or word or deed. And now, since last Monday, there has suddenly sprung up a barrier between us, and I find that there is something in her life and in her thoughts of which I know as little as if she were the woman who brushes by me in the street. We are estranged, and I want to know why.

“Now there is one thing that I want to impress upon you before I go any further, Mr. Holmes. Effie loves me. Don’t let there be any mistake about that. She loves me with her whole heart and soul, and never more than now. I know it. I feel it. I don’t want to argue about that. A man can tell easily enough when a woman loves him. But there’s this secret between us, and we can never be the same until it is cleared.”

“Kindly let me have the facts, Mr. Munro,” said Holmes with some impatience.

我们的来客从椅子上跳起身来。

“怎么？”他大声说道，“你知道我的姓名？”

“假如你想隐瞒自己的姓名身份，”福尔摩斯笑容满面地说道，“我劝你以后不要再把名字写在帽里儿上，或者你拜访别人时，不要把帽里儿冲向人家。我正想告诉你，我和我的朋友在这间屋子里已经听到过许许多多稀奇古怪、神秘莫测的事情，而且我们有幸能够使不少惶惑不安的人得到安宁。我相信我们也能为你做到这一点。因为时间是很重要的，请你不要耽误时间，赶快把事情的原委告诉我吧。”

我们的来客又把手放到额上，仿佛感到非常痛苦。我从他的姿态神情上看出来，他是一个沉默寡言、不易冲动的人，天性有些骄傲，宁愿掩盖自己的创痛，也不愿暴露出来。后来，他忽然用握紧的拳头作了个坚定的手势，似乎不再保守秘密，开始说道：

“事情是这样的，福尔摩斯先生，我是一个已经结了婚的人，婚后已三年了。在这三年中，我和我的妻子象任何一对夫妻一样，恩爱异常，生活美满。我们的思想、言论和行动没有丝毫分歧。可是现在，从上星期一开始，我们中间突然产生了障碍。我发现，在她的生活上和思想上，有一些东西我竟然一无所知，犹如她是个陌路相逢的女人一般。我们疏远了。我要知道这是为什么？

“不过，有一件事我要先让你知道，然后我再继续讲下去，福尔摩斯先生。艾菲是爱我的。不要在这方面产生什么误会。她一心一意地爱着我，现在更加爱我了。这一点我知道，也感觉得出来，这是毋庸置疑的。一个男人很容易察觉女人在爱他。不过我们夫妻之间，有这个秘密存在，在这个秘密弄清楚以前，我们不能一切照旧了。”

“芒罗先生，请你把事实告诉我，”福尔摩斯有点不耐烦地说道。