unk, i jt saw his eyelids flicker’ what do you expect to learn fro this lie-detector test, anyway?”
“誰謀殺了傑拉爾德·圖伊茲。”
“who urdered rald tuesday”
“再這樣下去。”律師咆哮道，“我自己都要招供了。”
“uch ore of this,” the wyer growled, “and i’ll nfess to it yself”
二十分鐘後，羅斯·麥克勞林僵硬地走在傑克和馬龍之間，他們面對著一扇毛玻璃門，門上寫著：
—202 室—
利奧納多·t·亨尼西醫生
心理心理學家
enty utes ter, ross cur walkg stiffly beeen jake and alone, they faced a ground-gss door on which appeared:
— roo 202 —
dr leonardo t hennessey
psycho-psychologist
下面是一隻又大又藍、看起來極其逼真的眼睛的圖片，有光線從眼睛裡射出來。
below it was the picture of a wide, be, and unfortably realistic-lookg eye, with rays streag out fro it
，！
“什麼是心理心理學家？”傑克問道。
“what the hell is a psycho-psychologist?” jake deanded
“在我看來這像是雙重麻煩。”馬龍咆哮道，“或者這是咬了你的狗的毛。”他開啟了門。
“it looks like double trouble to ,” alone growled “or aybe it’s the hair of the dog that bit you” he opened the door
亨尼西醫生的候診室寬敞而寧靜。灰色的地毯鋪滿地面，牆壁是淺藍色錦緞和玻璃板交替的鑲板，所有角落都刻有神秘的符號。傢俱簡約而昂貴，桌上放著《時尚先生》《時尚芭莎》和《紐約客》。它看起來像一位時髦專家的候診室，只是稍微有點過於講究。
the anteroo of dr hennessey was spacio and subdued a dove-gray carpet vered the floor, the walls were alternatg panels of pale-be brocade and pte-gss irrors, all with cabalistic signs engraved the rners the furnishgs were restraed and expensive, pies of esire, harper’s bazaar, and the the new yorker were on the table it looked like the waitg roo of a fashionable specialist, with jt a sligh