修道院公学（8）

“The Duke is here,” said he. “The Duke and Mr. Wilder are in the study. Come, gentlemen, and I will introduce you.”

I was, of course, familiar with the pictures of the famous statesman, but the man himself was very different from his representation. He was a tall and stately person, scrupulously dressed, with a drawn, thin face, and a nose which was grotesquely curved and long. His complexion was of a dead pallor, which was more startling by contrast with a long, dwindling beard of vivid red, which flowed down over his white waistcoat, with his watch-chain gleaming through its fringe. Such was the stately presence who looked stonily at us from the centre of Dr. Huxtable's hearthrug. Beside him stood a very young man, whom I understood to be Wilder, the private secretary. He was small, nervous, alert, with intelligent, light-blue eyes and mobile features. It was he who at once, in an incisive and positive tone, opened the conversation.

“I called this morning, Dr. Huxtable, too late to prevent you from starting for London. I learned that your object was to invite Mr. Sherlock Holmes to undertake the conduct of this case. His Grace is surprised, Dr. Huxtable, that you should have taken such a step without consulting him.”

“When I learned that the police had failed—”

“His Grace is by no means convinced that the police have failed.”

“But surely, Mr. Wilder—”

“You are well aware, Dr. Huxtable, that his Grace is particularly anxious to avoid all public scandal. He prefers to take as few people as possible into his confidence.”

“The matter can be easily remedied,” said the brow-beaten doctor; “Mr. Sherlock Holmes can return to London by the morning train.”

“Hardly that, Doctor, hardly that,” said Holmes, in his blandest voice. “This northern air is invigorating and pleasant, so I propose to spend a few days upon your moors, and to occupy my mind as best I may. Whether I have the shelter of your roof or of the village inn is, of course, for you to decide.”

他说：“公爵在此，公爵和王尔得先生在书房。先生们请进来，我要把你们介绍给他。”

这位著名政治家的照片我当然很熟悉了，可是他本人和他的照片大不相同。他是一个身材高大，神态庄严的人，衣着考究，脸型瘦长，鼻子长得有些出奇，又弯又长。他的面色苍白象死人一样，在又长又稀的红一润的一胡一须衬托下更为怕人，一胡一须飘到白色背心上，背心前还有表链的链坠闪烁发光。公爵就是这样庄严地出现在我们面前，他站在壁炉前地毯的正中央冷淡地看着我们。在他的旁边站着一个很年轻的人，我猜到他就是那位私人秘书王尔得。他身材不高，神色紧张而又警觉，一双淡蓝色的眼睛显得很聪明，面孔易于流露感情。他用尖刻而又肯定的语调立即开始讲话。

“贺克斯塔布尔博士，我今天上午来过，但是已经晚了，不能阻止您去伦敦了。我听说您的目的是请歇洛克·福尔摩斯先生来承办这个案子。贺克斯塔布尔博士，您没有和公爵大人商量，竟然采取这一步骤，是大人意料不到的。”

“是在我了解到警察已经无法……”

“公爵大人绝对没有认为警察已经无法办理。”

“可是王尔得先生，那……”

“贺克斯塔布尔博士，您十分了解，大人特别担心这事会传到公众中去。他的意思是知道这事的人越少越好。”

受到威吓的博士说：“改变一下这个安排不难。歇洛克·福尔摩斯先生明天可以乘早车回到伦敦。”

福尔摩斯毫不介意地说：“我想不必，博士，不必。北部地区的空气使人一精一神振奋，并且感到爽一快，所以我想在你们的草原住几天，好好地用我的头脑想想。住在您的学校还是住在村中旅店，当然由您决定。”