小个男人匆匆走进喷泉酒馆,要了一大杯威士忌。“因为,”他对众人宣布道,“这是我应得的。”这人可能曾是姜黄色的头发现今一片灰白。大概是数夜未眠的缘故,他看上去衣衫不整,满头大汗,精疲力竭,连胸前的领带也松松垮垮的随时要滑落下来。“当然是你应得的。”布莱恩·道尔顿说。“本当如此!”那人回答。他浅浅地啜饮了一口,像是在确认酒的滋味,然后舒展开眉头,咕嘟咕嘟地灌下整整半杯。接着他放下杯子,一动不动地站了会,像尊塑像。“喂,”他突然说,“你听到了没?” A small man hurried into the fountain tavern, a big glass of whiskey. “Because, ” He announced to all, “This is what I deserve. ” This person may have been a pale yellow hair today. Presumably sleepless nights, he looked unsmiling, sweaty, exhausted, and his chest tie down at any time. “Of course you deserve. ” Bryant Dalton said. “This is the case! ” The man answered. He sipped shallowly, as if confirming the taste of the wine, then broadened his brow and gulped down a full half-cup. Then he lowered his cup and stood motionless like a statue of a statue. “Hey, ” he said suddenly, “Did you hear?”