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"Mrs. Oakshott, 117, Brixton Road–249," read Holmes.
"奧克肖特太太，布里克斯頓路117號--249頁，"福爾摩斯念道。
"Quite so. Now turn that up in the ledger."
"正是如此。現在再查看一下總帳吧！"
Holmes turned to the page indicated.
福爾摩斯翻到了他所指的那一頁。
"Here you are, 'Mrs. Oakshott, 117, Brixton Road, egg and poultry supplier.'"
"正是這里，奧克肖特太太，布里克斯頓路117號，雞蛋和家禽供應商。"
"Now, then, what's the last entry?"
"那么最后記的一筆帳是什么？"
"'December 22d. Twenty-four geese at 7s. 6d.'"
"'十二月二十二日，二十四只鵝，收價七先令六便士。'"
"Quite so. There you are. And underneath?"
"對，是這樣，你看，那么在這行下面呢？"
" 'Sold to Mr. Windigate of the Alpha, at 12s.'"
"'賣給阿爾法酒店溫迪蓋特，售價十二先令。'"
"What have you to say now?"
"你現在還有什么可說的呢？"
Sherlock Holmes looked deeply chagrined.
歇洛克·福爾摩斯現出仿佛十分懊惱的樣子。
He drew a sovereign from his pocket and threw it down upon the slab,
他從口袋里掏出一個金鎊的硬幣扔在大理石柜臺上，
turning away with the air of a man whose disgust is too deep for words.
帶著一種難以用語言形容、叫人莫測高深的厭惡神態走開了。
