One
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I n the corner of a first-class smoking carriage, Mr. Justice Wargrave, lately
retired1 from the
bench,
puffed2 at a cigar and ran an interested eye through the political news in The Times.
He laid the paper down and glanced out of the window. They were running now through
Somerset. He glanced at his watch—another two hours to go.
He went over in his mind all that had appeared in the papers about Soldier Island. There
had been its original purchase by an American millionaire who was crazy about yachting—and
an account of the
luxurious3 modern house he had built on this little island off the Devon coast.
The unfortunate fact that the new third wife of the American millionaire was a bad sailor had
led to the subsequent putting up of the house and island for sale. Various glowing
advertisements of it had appeared in the papers. Then came the first bald statement that it had
been bought—by a Mr. Owen. After that the
rumours4 of the gossip writers had started. Soldier
Island had really been bought by Miss Gabrielle Turl, the Hollywood film star! She wanted to
spend some months there free from all
publicity5! Busy Bee had hinted delicately that it was to
be an
abode6 for
Royalty7??! Mr. Merryweather had had it whispered to him that it had been
bought for a honeymoon—Young Lord L—had surrendered to Cupid at last! Jonas knew for a
fact that it had been purchased by the Admiralty with a view to carrying out some very
hush8-
hush experiments!
Definitely, Soldier Island was news!
From his pocket Mr. Justice Wargrave drew out a letter. The handwriting was practically
illegible9 but words here and there stood out with unexpected clarity. Dearest Lawrence … such
years since I heard anything of you … must come to Soldier Island … the most
enchanting10
place … so much to talk over … old days … communion with nature …
bask11 in sunshine …
12.40 from Paddington … meet you at Oakbridge … and his correspondent signed herself with
a flourish his ever Constance Culmington.
Mr. Justice Wargrave cast back in his mind to remember when exactly he had last seen
Lady Constance Culmington. It must be seven—no, eight years ago. She had then been going to
Italy to bask in the sun and be at one with Nature and the contadini. Later, he had heard, she
had proceeded to Syria where she proposed to bask in a yet stronger sun and live at one with
Nature and the bedouin.
Constance Culmington, he reflected to himself, was exactly the sort of woman who would
buy an island and surround herself with mystery! Nodding his head in gentle approval of his
logic12, Mr. Justice Wargrave allowed his head to nod….
He slept….
第一章
1
瓦格雷夫法官先生刚刚退休。此刻他正坐在一等车厢的吸烟室角落里,一边吸雪茄,
一边饶有兴致地读《泰晤士报》上的政治新闻。
他放下报纸,眺望窗外。列车在萨默塞特平原上疾驰。他看看手表,还有两小时的路
程。
瓦格雷夫法官回想着报纸上有关士兵岛 [1] 的各种奇闻逸事:据说首位岛主是个美国富
翁,酷爱帆船运动,于是买下这座德文郡海岸附近的孤岛,在岛上建了一幢豪华时髦的别
墅。可惜他新婚的第三任太太非常怕水,结果只能连房带岛一起挂牌出售。随之而来的是
报纸上铺天盖地的广告。后来传出一则简讯,称一位名叫欧文的先生买下了整座岛和别
墅。打那时起,关于士兵岛的流言蜚语就传开了。有人说士兵岛的真正买主是好莱坞大明
星加布里埃尔·特尔!她为了避开公众视线,来岛上躲几个月清净。署名为“大忙人”的记者
又含沙射影地透露,说这座岛将成为皇亲国戚的私邸!“结婚季先生”则称是一位青年贵族
一掷千金,买下该岛当蜜月爱巢。还有个名叫乔纳斯的人说自己得到可靠消息,海军部买
下了这个地方,准备搞几项秘密试验。
总之,有一点可以肯定:士兵岛成了新闻!
瓦格雷夫法官从口袋里掏出一封信。尽管手写笔迹模糊不清,一些词却格外清晰。
亲爱的劳伦斯……一别多年……务请光临士兵岛……实为景色迷人之地……畅谈往日
云烟……拥抱自然……沐浴阳光……十二点四十分由帕丁顿车站出发……在橡树桥恭
迎……
署名是位女士,花体签名:康斯坦斯·卡尔明顿。
瓦格雷夫法官使劲回忆上次见到康斯坦斯·卡尔明顿夫人的具体时间。想来已时隔七
年,不,八年了!后来她去了意大利,为的是沐浴阳光,让心融化在田野乡间。据说之后
又去了叙利亚,想必那里的阳光更加充足,她可以与大自然和贝都因人亲密无间。
康斯坦斯·卡尔明顿,他猛然忆起,她正是那种会独自买下一座孤岛的女人,这样做能
让她显得更加神秘!瓦格雷夫法官微微点头,觉得自己的推断挺有道理。他的头随着列车
的节奏点着、点着……
他睡着了……
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