当小律师挂了电话，他翻了翻电话簿，记下一个地址，然后说：“我们去拜访一下这个马尔卡希家伙。” 杰克还没来得及回答，他就叫了一辆出租车。
When the little lawyer hung up, he thumbed through the phone book, noted down an address, and said, “Let’s go call on this Mulcahey guy.” Before Jake could answer, he called a taxi.
警察马尔卡希住在林肯公园附近一家华丽的公寓式酒店里。马龙在电梯旁停了一会儿，羡慕地环顾了一下大厅，评论道：“靠警察的薪水能过得这么好，真不错！”
Policeman Mulcahey lived in an ornate apartment hotel near Lincoln Park. Malone paused for a moment by the elevator to gaze admiringly around the lobby and ment, “Wonderful to be able to manage all this on a policeman’s salary!”
杰克说：“也许你应该先给他打个电话。”
Jake said, “Maybe you ought to phone up to him first.”
“也许我应该这么做，” 马龙表示同意，“但我不打算这么做。” 他在服务台前停下来，说：“马尔卡希先生在 1217 房间，对吗？”
“Maybe I should,” Malone agreed, “but I’m not going to.” He stopped by the desk and said, “Mr. Mulcahey is in room 1217, isn’t he?”
“不，先生，” 服务员摇摇头说，“是 1102 房间。”
“No sir,” the clerk said, shaking his head. “It’s 1102.”
“谢谢。” 马龙说着，把杰克推向电梯。
“Thanks,” Malone said, pushing Jake toward the elevator.
1102 号公寓在大楼的前面。马龙用力敲了敲门，等了很长时间。最后一个男人的声音喊道：“谁啊？”
Apartment 1102 was at the front of the building. Malone pounded on the door and waited a long time. Finally a masculine voice called, “Who’s there?”
马龙又敲了敲门，说：“快点，乔，开门。”
Malone knocked again and said, “Come on, Joe, open the door.”
有一阵低语声，可能是 “这是怎么回事”，门开了，一个穿着蓝色丝绸睡衣和深红色晨衣的高个子男人盯着他们。
There was a murmur that might have been, “What the hell” the door opened, and a tall man dressed in blue silk pajamas and a dark-red dressing gown stared at them.
“你认识我，对吧？” 马龙说。
“You know me, don’t you?” Malone said.
“哦，当然，马龙先生。有一会儿没认出你来。快请进。” 他把他们领进一个摆满了家具的大客厅，里面有数量惊人的台灯和精致的茶几。一个矮胖的黑发女子蜷缩在沙发上，一只手抱着一个杯子。
“Oh sure, Mr. Malone. Didn’t recognize you for a minute. Come right on in.” He led them into a large, over-furnished living room with an incredible number of lamps and elaborate end tables. A short, chubby brunette was curled up on the sofa, cuddling a glass in one hand.
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