空屋（12）

I listened with amazement to this explanation, which Holmes delivered between the puffs of his cigarette.

“But the tracks!” I cried. “I saw with my own eyes that two went down the path and none returned.”

“It came about in this way. The instant that the Professor had disappeared it struck me what a really extraordinarily lucky chance Fate had placed in my way. I knew that Moriarty was not the only man who had sworn my death. There were at least three others whose desire for vengeance upon me would only be increased by the death of their leader. They were all most dangerous men. One or other would certainly get me. On the other hand, if all the world was convinced that I was dead they would take liberties, these men, they would lay themselves open, and sooner or later I could destroy them. Then it would be time for me to announce that I was still in the land of the living. So rapidly does the brain act that I believe I had thought this all out before Professor Moriarty had reached the bottom of the Reichenbach Fall.

“I stood up and examined the rocky wall behind me. In your picturesque account of the matter, which I read with great interest some months later, you assert that the wall was sheer. This was not literally true. A few small footholds presented themselves, and there was some indication of a ledge. The cliff is so high that to climb it all was an obvious impossibility, and it was equally impossible to make my way along the wet path without leaving some tracks. I might, it is true, have reversed my boots, as I have done on similar occasions, but the sight of three sets of tracks in one direction would certainly have suggested a deception. On the whole, then, it was best that I should risk the climb. It was not a pleasant business, Watson. The fall roared beneath me. I am not a fanciful person, but I give you my word that I seemed to hear Moriarty's voice screaming at me out of the abyss. A mistake would have been fatal. More than once, as tufts of grass came out in my hand or my foot slipped in the wet notches of the rock, I thought that I was gone. But I struggled upwards, and at last I reached a ledge several feet deep and covered with soft green moss, where I could lie unseen in the most perfect comfort. There I was stretched when you, my dear Watson, and all your following were investigating in the most sympathetic and inefficient manner the circumstances of my death.

我惊奇地听了福尔摩斯边一抽一烟边作的这段解释。

“可是还有脚印哪！"我大声说，"我亲眼看见那条路上有两个人往前走的脚印，往回走的一个也没有。”

“事情是这样的。就在教授掉进深渊的一刹那，我忽然想到命运给我安排了再巧不过的机会。我知道不仅是莫里亚蒂一个人曾经发誓要置我于死地。至少还有三个人，他们要向我报复的欲一望只会由于他们首领的死亡而变得更强烈。他们都是最危险的人。这三人当中，准有一个会找到我。另一方面，如果全世界都相信我死了，这几个人就会随便行动，很快露面，这样我迟早能消灭他们。到那个时候，我就可以宣布我仍在人间。大脑活动起来是那么迅速，我相信在莫里亚蒂还没有沉到莱辛巴赫起布下的深潭底之前，我已经想出了这一切。

“我站起来观察后面的悬崖。在你那篇我后来读得津津有味的生动描述中，你断言那是绝壁。你说得不完全对。悬崖上仍有露在外面的几个窄小的立足点，并且有一块很象岩架的地方。想要一直爬上那么高的峭壁显然是不可能的，再想顺着那条湿一漉一漉的窄道走出去而不留下脚印也同样不可能。当然，我也可以象在过去类似场合做过的那样把鞋倒穿，但是在同一方向出现三对脚印，无疑会使人想到这是仆人的手法。所以，总的看来，最好冒险爬上去。这可不是一件叫我高兴的事，华生。瀑布在我脚下隆隆作响。我不是个富于幻想的人，但是一点不假，我仿佛听见莫里亚蒂的声音从深渊中冲着我喊叫。好几次当我手没抓住身边的草丛或是脚从一精一湿的岩石缺口中滑一下来的时候，我想我完了。但是我拼命往上爬，终于爬上一块有几英尺宽的岩架，上面长着柔软的绿苔，在那儿我可以很舒服地躺下而不被人看见。亲一爱一的华生，当你和你的随从正在极其同情而又毫无效力地调查我的死亡现场的时候，我就躺在岩架上。