“哦，当然。你想知道什么？”
“Oh sure,” Mulcahey said. “What'dya want to know?”
“我只是想知道那天晚上在去警察局的路上你有没有搜过我的身。”
“I just want to know if you frisked me on the way to the station that night.”
警察盯着他看了一会儿，然后脸色变得苍白。“听着，马龙，我这辈子从没从任何人那里拿过一分钱。如果你不相信我，去问马克斯?胡克。他会告诉你我像白天一样诚实。”
The policeman stared at him for a minute, then turned pale. “Look here, Malone, I never took a dime off anybody in my life. If you don’t believe me, ask Max Hook. He’ll tell you I’m as honest as the day is long.”
“我不是在说钱。” 马龙告诉他。“如果你搜了我的身，那你是在执行命令，而且你在找别的东西。”
“I’m not talking about money,” Malone told him. “If you frisked me you were acting under orders, and you were looking for something else.”
马尔卡希慢慢地摇了摇头。“我没有。这是实话。”
Mulcahey shook his head slowly. “I didn’t. And that’s straight.”
“我相信你的话。” 马龙说。“我有个小想法，那场架是被人挑起的，作为叫警察的借口，这样在去警察局的路上我就可以被搜身了。”
“I’ll take your word for it,” Malone said. “I had a little notion that fight was started as an excuse for calling the cops, so I could be searched on the way to the station.”
“你搞错了。那是一次合法的逮捕。该死，直到把你带到警察局的桌子前我都不知道你是谁。”
“You got it wrong. It was a legitimate pinch. Hell, I didn’t even know who you were till I got you to the desk.”
“好吧。” 马龙说。“我欠冯?弗拉纳根一个他永远也得不到的道歉。”
“O. K.,” Malone said. “I owe von Flanagan an apology he’ll never get.”
“你丢了什么东西吗？” 马尔卡希漫不经心地问道，站起来给杯子里倒酒。
“Did you lose something?” Mulcahey asked casually, rising to refill the glasses.
“一把钥匙。” 马龙告诉他。“没什么重要的东西。”
“A key,” Malone told him. “Nothing important.”
“在哪里？”
“Where was it?”
“在我外套的右边口袋里。”
“In my right-hand coat pocket.”
警察摇了摇头。“那你在我们抓你之前就把它丢了。你的外套口袋里什么都没有。”
The policeman shook his head. “Then you lost it before we picked you up. There wasn’t anything in your coat pockets.”
马龙慢慢地、小心翼翼地放下杯子。“你怎么知道？”
Malone set his glass down slowly and carefully. “How do you know?”
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