At a corner of Sixth Avenue electric lights and cunningly displayed wares behind plate-glass made a shop window ①conspicuous. Soapy took a cobblestone and ②dashed it through the glass. People came running around the corner, a policeman ③in the lead. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at the sight of brass buttons.
在六马路拐角上有一家铺子，灯光通明，陈设别致，大玻璃橱窗很惹眼。苏比捡起块鹅卵石往大玻璃上砸去。人们从拐角上跑来，领头的是个巡警。苏比站定了不动，两手插在口袋里，对着铜纽扣直笑。
"Where's the man that done that?" inquired the officer excitedly.
“肇事的家伙在哪儿？”警察气急败坏地问。
"Don't you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?" said Soapy, not without ④sarcasm, but friendly, as one greets good fortune.
“你难道看不出我也许跟这事有点牵连吗？”苏比说，口气虽然带点嘲讽，却很友善，仿佛好运在等着他。
The policeman's mind refused to accept Soapy even as a clue. Men who smash windows do not remain to ⑤parley with the law's minions. They take to their heels. The policeman saw a man half way down the block running to catch a car. With drawn club he joined in the pursuit. Soapy, with ⑥disgust in his heart, loafed along, twice unsuccessful.
在警察的脑子里苏比连个旁证都算不上。砸橱窗的人没有谁会留下来和法律的差役打交道。他们总是一溜烟似地跑。警察看见半条街外有个人跑着去赶搭车子。他抽出警棍，去追那个倒霉的人。苏比心里窝火极了，他拖着步子走了开去。两次了，都砸了锅。
