Mr. Thaddeus Sholto, said the little man, still jerking and smiling. This is my name. You are Miss Morstan, of course. And these gentlemen…
This is Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and this Dr. Watson.
A doctor, eh? Cried he, much excited. Have you your stethoscope? May I ask you- -would you have the kindness? I have grave doubts as to my mitral valve, if you would be so very good. The aortic I may reply upon, but I should value your opinion upon the mitral.
I listened to his heart, as requested,but was unable to find anything amiss, save, indeed, that he was in an ecstasy of fear, for he shivered from head to foot.
It appears to be normal, I said. You have no cause for uneasiness.
“听上去很正常” 我说道， “你大可不必担心”
You will excuse my anxiety, Miss Morstan, he remarked airily. I am a great sufferer, and I have long had suspicious as to that valve. I am delighted to hear that they are unwarranted. Had your father, Miss Morstan, refrained from throwing a strain upon his heart, he might have been alive now.
I could have struck the man across the face, so hot was I at this callous and offhand reference to so delicate a matter.
Miss Morstan sat down, and her face grew white to the lips.
I knew in my heart that he was dead, said she.
I can give you every information, said he, and what is more, I can do you justice, and I will, too, whatever Brother Batholomew may say. I am so glad to have your friends here not only as an escort to you but also as witnesses to what I am about to do and say. The three of us can show a bold front to Brother Bartholomew. But let us have no outsiders- - no police or officials. We can settle everything satisfactorily among ourselves without any interference. Nothing would annoy Brother Bartholomew more than any publicity.
He sat down upon a low settee and blinked at us inquiringly with his weak, watery blue eyes.