1“我丈夫失踪了。”我说道。我等待哈丁警长做出反应,可他的心思看起来全放在了右手拿着的刚吃了一半的牛角面包上,即使没到陶醉的份上,起码也属于全神贯注。我估计他今年五十来岁,身上的西装仿佛是从水门听证会那时起便搁在洗衣篮里的旧款式。他这人也是如此。哈丁警长一声叹气,放下手里的牛角面包,拿起一支铅笔。他向我摆出一张笑脸,露出一口黄牙,就像提康德罗加牌黄色铅笔的那种颜色。“那就开始吧!”我拼命忍着,才没晕过去。 1 “My husband is missing. ” I said. I waited for Captain Harding to react, but his mind seemed to be entirely on the croissant he had just eaten in half, even if it was not intoxicated, at least it was absorbed. I estimate that he is 50 years old this year, his body suit seems to have been resting on the old style of the laundry basket since the Watergate hearing. The same is true of him. Harding Sergeant a sigh, put down the croissants in his hand, picked up a pencil. He put a smile on me, revealing a yellow tooth, like the color of the yellow pencil of Kantaroga. “Then let’s go!” "I tried hard to endure, did not dizzy past.