Saheed and I have a beer together, and I tell him all about the Lithuanian case.
A father–daughter problem, eh?' says Saheed. 'Well, I know all about difficult fathers.'
Saheed is from an Indian family. He and his sister Leila have their problems with a difficult father too. But Saheed never talks about his problems. He just does his job. He's a good detective.
So. You did a good job there. A happy ending,' says Saheed.
Yes, and no,' I say. 'One more thing to do.'
We finish our beer and leave.
Say hi to Leila for me,' I say. Leila is my best friend. She's a lawyer. Leila, Saheed, and I have a lot of arguments about the law, and the police, and private investigators. We have a good time. I'm always right, of course.
The next day is Saturday. I do some work on my laptop in the office, and think about the Lithuanian case. How many young men are there like Tomas Varnas?
I think about it some more, then I leave, and walk to the Williams' house. It's not far from my office.
Mrs Williams opens the door, sees me, and tries to shut the door again. But my foot is in the door...
But my foot is in the door...
Can I come in, Mrs Williams?' I say. 'Just for a minute.'
It's Saturday. My husband's at home,' Edith Williams says. 'Please speak quietly! Look, I've got your money ready– here it is. And thank you, thank you. Carrie is texting me every day now, so I know she's all right. Please go now, please don't—'
Who's that at the door, Edith?' It's a man's voice, a big strong voice.
Oh, nobody,' Mrs Williams says quickly, but I'm inside the door now, and looking at Mr Williams.
Oh, hello,' he says. 'Who are you?'
Shirley Homes, private investigator. How do you do? Your wife wanted me to find Carrie. And to talk to her boyfriend.'
What!' Mr Williams turns to his wife. 'What did I say to you, Edith?' he shouts. 'We're finished with that girl! We don't speak to her, we don't talk about her, we—'
And it's good news, Mr Williams!' I use my head teacher voice again. He's still shouting at his wife, so I shout too. And smile and smile.
Yes, it's very good news, Mr Williams. Your daughter Carrie is alive and well and living in London. And she has a wonderful boyfriend!'
Mr Williams stops shouting and stares at me. Behind him I can just see Darren's head. He's looking round a door, with big eyes.
Carrie's boyfriend is a very nice young man. His name is Tomas Varnas, he's nineteen years old, he's a hard worker, he's kind...'
He's a foreigner,' Mr Williams says angrily.
You have a problem with foreigners?' I say.
Mrs Williams closes her eyes. She's waiting for something... What? A lot of bad language about foreigners from her husband?
I look at Mr Williams again, but he isn't saying anything. He's just staring at me angrily. And suddenly, I understand. His problem isn't with foreigners, it's with his daughter. He wants to know that Carrie is all right, he wants to hear about her boyfriend, he wants to see her, to have her back home. But he can't find the words. He just can't say it.
I speak quickly. 'Tomas is a very nice young man.' I say it again, it's an important message. 'He works hard, he's doing two jobs, and he's going to make a good life for him and Carrie. He speaks very good English, and he's kind, and he's funny, but he's strong too. He thinks family is important, and he wants Carrie to come back home, to be friends with her mother, her father, her brother...'
All three of them are listening to me now. Darren has a big smile on his face.
Oh, and Carrie is living with Tomas's sister, not with Tomas, you know. Carrie wants to get married when she's sixteen next year, but Tomas wants to wait. He wants to meet the family, and he wants Carrie to meet his family. So you see – Tomas Varnas is a good man, a really good man. He's a boyfriend to please any father in Britain, Mr Williams.'
Mr Williams is just staring at me angrily.
Carrie's father opens his mouth, and closes it again. He still can't find the words.
So now you know all about him, Mr Williams. Meet him. Talk to him. Ask him to Sunday lunch.'
I turn to Mrs Williams. 'Do you usually have Sunday lunch, you know, that wonderful British meal? All foreigners love it.'
Er, yes,' she says. 'I... er... yes, I always do a nice Sunday lunch.'
Well, there you are then,' I say. I smile around at everybody. 'Sunday lunch. That's a good way to meet your daughter's boyfriend.'
I take my money from Mrs Williams, give Darren a big smile and a wave, and walk to the front door. Nobody's shouting, nobody's crying. So far, so good.
Have a nice day, everyone!' I say, and close the door behind me.
lawyer n. a person who knows the law and helps people in trouble 律师
laptop n. a small computer that you can carry 便携式电脑;笔记本电脑
shut v. to close something 关上
我和萨希德一起喝啤酒,我把这个立陶宛青年的案子原原本本地告诉了他。
“父女矛盾,对吧?”萨希德说道,“唔,我十分了解难相处的父亲。”
萨希德出生于一个印度家庭。他和姐姐莱拉跟难以取悦的父亲也有矛盾。但萨希德从不讲他这些事,只是工作。他是个优秀的侦探。
“看来,这个案子你办得不错。皆大欢喜的结局。”萨希德说。
“不完全是,”我说,“还有一件事要做。”
我们喝完啤酒,准备回家。
“替我向莱拉问好,”我说。莱拉是我最好的朋友,她是个律师。莱拉、萨希德和我有很多有关法律、警察和私人侦探的争论,争得不亦乐乎,而我当然总是对的。
第二天是星期六。我在办公室用笔记本电脑工作,想起了这个立陶宛青年的案子。如今还有多少像托马斯·瓦纳斯这样的年轻人呢?
我再想了想案子,然后离开办公室,走路去威廉斯家。他们家离我的办公室并不远。
开门的是威廉斯太太,她一看见是我,就要关门。但是,我已经一脚跨进了大门……
“威廉斯太太,我能进来吗?”我说,“我呆一会儿就走。”
“今天是星期六,我丈夫在家。”伊迪丝·威廉斯说,“说话请小声点!看,我已经把给你的钱准备好了——就在这儿。谢谢你,谢谢。卡丽现在每天都给我发短信,所以我知道她没事。现在请你走吧,请不要——”
“伊迪丝,谁在门口?”是个男人的声音,嗓门很大。
“噢,没人,”威廉斯太太连忙回答说,但我已经进了门,看着威廉斯先生。
“哦,你好!”他说,“你是谁?”
“雪莉·霍姆斯,私人侦探。您好!您太太要我去寻找卡丽,并跟她的男朋友谈谈。”
“什么!”威廉斯先生转向他的妻子,“我怎么跟你说的,伊迪丝?”他咆哮着,“我们跟那个丫头一刀两断了!我们不跟她说话,我们不谈她,我们……”
“是好消息,威廉斯先生!”我又用校长的腔调说话。他还在冲他太太嚷嚷,所以我也提高了嗓门,连连微笑。
“一点没错,是个好消息,威廉斯先生。您的女儿卡丽还活着,一切都好,住在伦敦。而且她还有一个非常不错的男朋友。”
威廉斯先生停止吼叫,盯着我。在他身后,我正好看见达伦的脑袋。他从门边张望,瞪大了双眼。
“卡丽的男朋友是个非常棒的小伙子。他的名字叫托马斯·瓦纳斯,今年19岁。他工作非常努力,人也很好……”
“他是个外国人。”威廉斯先生气呼呼地说。
“你对外国人有看法?”我问道。
威廉斯太太闭上了眼睛。她在等待着什么……等待什么?等待她丈夫说出一大堆关于外国人的坏话?
我又看着威廉斯先生,但他一言不发。他只是怒气冲冲地盯着我。一刹那间,我明白了。他的问题不在于外国人,而在于他的女儿。他想知道卡丽没事,他想了解她男朋友的情况,他想见她,想让她回家。但是他不知道该怎么说。他根本无法开口。
我立刻说:“托马斯是个很不错的小伙子。”我又重复了一遍,这个信息很重要。“他工作很努力,同时干两份工作,他想让自己和卡丽过上好日子。他英语说得很好,而且心地善良、说话风趣,但是也非常坚定。他认为家庭很重要,所以希望卡丽能回家,跟母亲、父亲和弟弟和睦相处……”
此刻,一家三口都在听我说。达伦眉开眼笑。
“哦,还有,卡丽住在托马斯的姐姐那儿,你要知道,她没跟托马斯住在一起。卡丽想等她明年满了16岁以后就结婚,但是托马斯想再等等。他想见卡丽的家人,也想让卡丽与他的家人见面。所以,你看,托马斯·瓦纳斯是个好小伙,一个真正的好男人。威廉斯先生,他这样的男朋友,任何一个英国女孩的父亲都会喜欢。”
卡丽的父亲张了张嘴想说什么,又闭上了。他仍然找不到合适的话说。
“威廉斯先生,现在你已经了解他所有的情况了。见见他吧,跟他聊聊。邀请他星期天中午来吃饭。”
我转身跟威廉斯太太说:“你们有吃星期天午餐吗?就是那种美味的英式大餐?所有的外国人都喜欢吃。”
“呃,有,”她说,“我……呃……是的,我经常做丰盛的星期天午餐。”
“唔,那么就这样定了。”我说。我冲每个人笑了笑。“星期天午餐,这是认识你女儿男朋友的好方式。”
我从威廉斯太太那儿拿了钱,开心地冲着达伦笑了笑,挥了挥手,向前门走去。没有人吼叫,没有人哭泣。到目前为止,一切顺利。
“各位,祝你们愉快!”我说着,转身关上了门。