空屋（15）

Such was the remarkable narrative to which I listened on that April evening—a narrative which would have been utterly incredible to me had it not been confirmed by the actual sight of the tall, spare figure and the keen, eager face, which I had never thought to see again. In some manner he had learned of my own sad bereavement, and his sympathy was shown in his manner rather than in his words. “Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson,” said he, “and I have a piece of work for us both to-night which, if we can bring it to a successful conclusion, will in itself justify a man's life on this planet.” In vain I begged him to tell me more. “You will hear and see enough before morning,” he answered. “We have three years of the past to discuss. Let that suffice until half-past nine, when we start upon the notable adventure of the empty house.”

It was indeed like old times when, at that hour, I found myself seated beside him in a hansom, my revolver in my pocket and the thrill of adventure in my heart. Holmes was cold and stern and silent. As the gleam of the street-lamps flashed upon his austere features I saw that his brows were drawn down in thought and his thin lips compressed. I knew not what wild beast we were about to hunt down in the dark jungle of criminal London, but I was well assured from the bearing of this master huntsman that the adventure was a most grave one, while the sardonic smile which occasionally broke through his ascetic gloom boded little good for the object of our quest.

这就是四月里的那天晚上我听到的离奇的故事。要是没有亲眼见到我以为再也见不着的那瘦高的体形和热诚的面容来证实的话，这个故事就纯属无稽之谈。我不清楚他是怎样知道了我居丧的消息，以动作代替言辞表示了他的慰问。"工作是对悲伤最有效的解药，"他说，今天晚上，我给咱俩安排了一件工作，如果咱们能成功地结束它，就不枉活在世上。”我求他讲详细些，但是不管用。"天亮前够你听和看的，"他回答说，"咱们有三年的往事要谈，但只能谈到九点半，就要开始这场特别的空屋历险。”

真象过去那样，到了九点半，我发现自己挨着他坐在一辆双座马车上，我口袋里装着手槍，心里充满了历险的激动。福尔摩斯冷静镇定，一言不发。街灯的亮光忽明忽暗地照在他严峻的脸上，只见他皱眉沉思，嘴唇紧闭。我不知道我们将在伦敦这罪犯充斥的黑暗的丛林中搜寻什么样的野兽，但从这个狩猎能手的神态来看，我完全相信这是一次十分冒险的行动。他那苦行僧般的一陰一沉的脸上不时露出讥讽的微笑，预示着我们搜寻的对象凶多吉少。