银色马 06（在线收听）

“Mrs. Straker awoke at seven in the morning to find that her husband had not yet returned. She dressed herself hastily, called the maid, and set off for the stables. The door was open; inside, huddled together upon a chair, Hunter was sunk in a state of absolute stupor, the favourite’s stall was empty, and there were no signs of his trainer.

“The two lads who slept in the chaff-cutting loft above the harness-room were quickly aroused. They had heard nothing during the night, for they are both sound sleepers. Hunter was obviously under the influence of some powerful drug, and as no sense could be got out of him, he was left to sleep it off while the two lads and the two women ran out in search of the absentees. They still had hopes that the trainer had for some reason taken out the horse for early exercise, but on ascending the knoll near the house, from which all the neighbouring moors were visible, they not only could see no signs of the missing favourite, but they perceived something which warned them that they were in the presence of a tragedy.

“About a quarter of a mile from the stables John Straker’s overcoat was flapping from a furze-bush. Immediately beyond there was a bowl-shaped depression in the moor, and at the bottom of this was found the dead body of the unfortunate trainer. His head had been shattered by a savage blow from some heavy weapon, and he was wounded on the thigh, where there was a long, clean cut, inflicted evidently by some very sharp instrument. It was clear, however, that Straker had defended himself vigorously against his assailants, for in his right hand he held a small knife, which was clotted with blood up to the handle, while in his left he clasped a red and black silk cravat, which was recognized by the maid as having been worn on the preceding evening by the stranger who had visited the stables. Hunter, on recovering from his stupor, was also quite positive as to the ownership of the cravat. He was equally certain that the same stranger had, while standing at the window, drugged his curried mutton, and so deprived the stables of their watchman. As to the missing horse, there were abundant proofs in the mud which lay at the bottom of the fatal hollow that he had been there at the time of the struggle. But from that morning he has disappeared, and although a large reward has been offered, and all the gypsies of Dartmoor are on the alert, no news has come of him. Finally, an analysis has shown that the remains of his supper left by the stable-lad contained an appreciable quantity of powdered opium, while the people at the house partook of the same dish on the same night without any ill effect.

 “斯特雷克太太早晨七点钟一觉醒来，发觉她丈夫还没回来，急忙穿好衣服，把女仆叫醒，一同到马厩去了。只见厩门大开，亨特坐在椅子上，身子缩成一团，完全昏迷不省人事，厩内的名驹不知去向，驯马师也毫无踪影。

    “她们赶快把睡在草料棚里的两个小马倌叫醒，因为他们两个人睡得非常死，所以晚上什么也没听到。亨特显然受到强烈麻醉剂的影响，所以怎么也叫不醒他，两个小马倌和两个妇女只好任亨特睡在那里不管，都跑出去寻找失踪的驯马师和名驹。他们原以为驯马师出于某种原因把马拉出去进行早驯练，可是他们登上房子附近的小山丘向周围的荒野望过去，没有看到失踪的名驹的一点影子，却发现一件东西，使他们预感到发生了不幸事件。

    “离马厩四分之一英里远的地方，斯特雷克的大衣在金雀花丛中曝露出来。那附近的荒野上有一个凹陷的地方，就在这里他们找到了不幸的驯马师的尸体。他的头颅已被砸得粉碎，分明是遭到什么沉重凶器的猛烈打击。他股上也受了伤，有一道很整齐的长伤痕，显然是被一种非常锐利的凶器割破的。斯特雷克右手握着一把小刀，血块一直凝到刀把上，很明显，他与攻击他的对手搏斗过，他的左手紧握着一条黑红相间的丝领带，女仆认出来，那个到马厩来的陌生人头天晚上就戴着这样的领带。亨特恢复知觉以后，也证明这条领带是那个人的。他确信就是这个陌生人站在窗口的时候，在咖喱羊肉里下了麻醉药，这样就使马厩失去了看守人。至于那失去的名驹，在不幸的山谷底部泥地上留有充足的证明，说明搏斗时名驹也在场。可是那天早晨它就失踪了，尽管重价悬赏，达特穆尔所有的吉卜赛人都在注意着，却一点消息也没有。最后还有一点，经过化验证明，这个小马倌吃剩下的晚饭里含有大量麻醉剂，而在同一天晚上斯特雷克家里的人也吃同样的菜，却没有任何不良后果。