"'I was still pondering over the matter, when, looking up, I saw my servant, Lal Chowdar, in the door-way (я все еще размышлял над этим, когда, подняв голову: «посмотрев вверх», я увидел моего слугу, Лала Чоудара, в дверном проеме; to ponder — обдумывать; размышлять; to see — видеть). He stole in and bolted the door behind him (он проскользнул в комнату и запер дверь за собой; to steal — воровать; прокрасться, проскользнуть). "Do not fear, Sahib," he said (не бойтесь, сахиб, — сказал он). "No one need know that you have killed him (никому не надо знать, что вы убили его). Let us hide him away, and who is the wiser (давайте спрячем его, и кто узнает; wise — мудрый; знающий, осведомленный)?" "I did not kill him," said I (я не убивал его, — сказал я). Lal Chowdar shook his head and smiled (Лал Чоудар покачал головой и улыбнулся; to shake — трясти). "I heard it all, Sahib," said he (я все слышал, сахиб, — сказал он). "I heard you quarrel, and I heard the blow (я слышал, как вы ссорились, и я слышал удар). But my lips are sealed (но на моих губах печать молчания: «но мои губы запечатаны»; seal — печать). All are asleep in the house (все в доме спят). Let us put him away together (давайте вместе его уберем)." That was enough to decide me (этого было достаточно, чтобы я решился). If my own servant could not believe my innocence (если даже мой собственный слуга не мог поверить в мою невиновность), how could I hope to make it good before twelve foolish tradesmen in a jury-box (как мог я надеяться доказать это двенадцати тупым торговцам на скамье присяжных; to make good — возместить; доказать; jury-box — место присяжных заседателей в суде)? Lal Chowdar and I disposed of the body that night (Лал Чоудар и я избавились от тела той ночью; to dispose of — отделаться, избавиться), and within a few days the London papers were full of the mysterious disappearance of Captain Morstan (а через несколько дней лондонские газеты пестрили сообщениями: «были полны /сообщениями/» о таинственном исчезновении капитана Морстена).
quarrel ['kwOr(@)l], anxious ['&N(k)S@s], bolt [b@ult]
"'For a long time I sat half distracted, wondering what I should do. My first impulse was, of course, to call for assistance; but I could not but recognize that there was every chance that I would be accused of his murder. His death at the moment of a quarrel, and the gash in his head, would be black against me. Again, an official inquiry could not be made without bringing out some facts about the treasure, which I was particularly anxious to keep secret. He had told me that no soul upon earth knew where he had gone. There seemed to be no necessity why any soul ever should know.
"'I was still pondering over the matter, when, looking up, I saw my servant, Lal Chowdar, in the door-way. He stole in and bolted the door behind him. "Do not fear, Sahib," he said. "No one need know that you have killed him. Let us hide him away, and who is the wiser?" "I did not kill him," said I. Lal Chowdar shook his head and smiled. "I heard it all, Sahib," said he. "I heard you quarrel, and I heard the blow. But my lips are sealed. All are asleep in the house. Let us put him away together." That was enough to decide me. If my own servant could not believe my innocence, how could I hope to make it good before twelve foolish tradesmen in a jury-box? Lal Chowdar and I disposed of the body that night, and within a few days the London papers were full of the mysterious disappearance of Captain Morstan.