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The man with short white hair was tired. He couldn't sleep and he couldn't eat. He thought about only one thing, all the time. He drove and he watched, and he waited and he followed.
那个留着白色短发的男人已经很疲倦了。他吃不好，睡不好，一直都只想着一件事。他要么开车赶路，要么盯梢观察，要么等待，要么跟踪。
When he drove into Victoria, the streets were busy, and suddenly he lost the blue car in front of him. Angrily, he drove around the city, past all the big hotels. 'I must find him,' he said. 'I must do it. Today.'
当他开车到了维多利亚时，街上非常繁忙，他突然找不到前面那辆蓝色的车了。他气急败坏地开着车转遍了整个城市，看过了所有的大酒店。“我必须找到他，”他说，“我必须找到他。就在今天。”
Then he saw the Empress Hotel, and in the street outside it, a blue car.
后来他发现了皇后酒店，在酒店门口的街边停着一辆蓝色的车。
He drove past the hotel, left his car, and ran back down the street. He went across the road and walked past the downstairs windows. There was a big room with tables and chairs, and a lot of people. He looked carefully at all the faces.
他开车从酒店门口经过，下了车，又往回跑到了街上。他穿过马路从楼下的窗前走过。那儿有一间大屋子，里面摆着桌椅，还有很多人。他仔细观察着每张面孔。
'There she is!' he said suddenly.
“她在那儿！”他突然叫道。
There were two men with the girl. He couldn't see their faces, only the backs of their heads, but one of the men was in a green shirt.
女孩儿和两个男人在一起。他看不到男人的脸，只能看到他们的后脑勺，但其中一个男的穿着绿色的衬衣。
'Mr Hollywood,' the man said, and smiled. 'Goodbye, Mr Hollywood.' People in the street turned to look at him, but the man did not see them.
“好莱坞先生，”白发男人说道，脸上带着微笑，“别了，好莱坞先生。”街上的行人转过身来看着他，可白发男人根本没理会他们。
He walked up to the doors of the hotel and put a hand into his pocket. Inside, the gun was cold and hard.
他上了楼，来到酒店门口，一只手伸进了口袋。口袋里面是一支冰冷、坚硬的枪。
