“好的。”侦探家汤米说着,把电话听筒放回机座上,然后,转向他的妻子塔彭丝。“是警察局长来的电话。他似乎对我们很担心。有迹象表明,我们所跟踪的那伙人已经知道我不是真正的西奥多·布伦特先生。我们每时每刻都在期望着兴奋和刺激。警察局长请你帮帮忙回家去,老老实实地待在家里,别再搅和这件事。很明显,我们这次算捅了个特大的马蜂窝,大得任何人都无法想象。” “Okay,” detective Tommy said, putting the handset back on the pedestal, then turning to his wife Tuppence. “It was a phone call from the chief of police and he seemed worried about us. There were signs that the group we were following knew I was not real Mr. Theodore Brent, and we were expecting every moment Excitement and excitement. The chief of police asked you to help go home and stay home honestly, do not mix it up again. Obviously, we counted a large hornet’s nest this time, so large that no one can imagine . ”