空屋（7）

All day I turned these facts over in my mind, endeavouring to hit upon some theory which could reconcile them all, and to find that line of least resistance which my poor friend had declared to be the starting-point of every investigation. I confess that I made little progress. In the evening I strolled across the Park, and found myself about six o'clock at the Oxford Street end of Park Lane. A group of loafers upon the pavements, all staring up at a particular window, directed me to the house which I had come to see. A tall, thin man with coloured glasses, whom I strongly suspected of being a plain-clothes detective, was pointing out some theory of his own, while the others crowded round to listen to what he said. I got as near him as I could, but his observations seemed to me to be absurd, so I withdrew again in some disgust. As I did so I struck against an elderly deformed man, who had been behind me, and I knocked down several books which he was carrying. I remember that as I picked them up I observed the title of one of them, The Origin of Tree Worship, and it struck me that the fellow must be some poor bibliophile who, either as a trade or as a hobby, was a collector of obscure volumes. I endeavoured to apologize for the accident, but it was evident that these books which I had so unfortunately maltreated were very precious objects in the eyes of their owner. With a snarl of contempt he turned upon his heel, and I saw his curved back and white side-whiskers disappear among the throng.

我整天反复思考这些事实，竭力想找到一个能解释得通的理论，来发现最省力的途径，我的亡友称它为一切调查的起点。傍晚，我漫步穿过公园，大约在六点左右走到了公园路连接牛津街的那头。一群游手好闲的人聚在人行道上，他们都仰起头望着一扇窗户。他们给我指出了我特地要来瞧瞧的那所房子。一个戴着墨镜的瘦高个子，我非常怀疑他是个便衣侦探，正在讲他自己的某种推测，其他人都围着听。我尽量往前凑过去，但他的议论听起来实在荒谬，我有点厌恶地又从人群中退了出来。正在这时候我撞在后面一个有残疾的老人身上，把他抱着的几本书碰掉在地上。记得当我捡起那些书的时候，看见其中一本书名是《树木崇拜的起源》。这使我想到老人必定是个穷藏书家，收集一些不见经传的书籍作为职业或者作为一爱一好。我极力为这意料不到的事道歉，可是不巧给我碰掉的这几本书显然在它们的主人眼里是非常珍贵的东西。他讨厌地吼了一声，转身就走。我望着他弯曲的背影和灰白的连鬓一胡一子消失在人群里。