14. října 2014

Dobrá detektivka

...musí mít především spád. Mezi autory klasické detektivní literatury nepochybně patří americký právník Erle Stanley Gardner, s nedostižnými dramatickými situacemi před tváří soudního dvora. Přečtěte si nejprve celou ukázku, abyste sedokázali vžít do situace a vystihnout atmosféru, a pokuste se o překlad zvýrazněného úryvku z románu The Case of The Lazy Lover (celý text je k dispozici v capse). Zaměřte se na čtivost textu a živost dialogu. Nezapomínejte pečlivě kontrolovat interpunkci!


E.S.Gardner – Tha Case of The Lazy Lover

"Did you find the gun?"
"Yes, sir, I did."
"When?"
"Well, that was after the sheriff got out there and we looked the tracks over a bit and the sheriff asks me to tell him what I could about them, and I noticed the tracks made by this man Fleetwood when he got out from behind the steering wheel of the automobile and walked around the front of the car. I could tell from those tracks that about the time he got even with the headlights, he'd turned around and done something, and the way the right foot was sort of smudged, I figured that he'd
heaved something or thrown something and told the sheriff about it. So,
the sheriff and I, we went out in the hard ground and started looking
around and found it. It just happened I was the one that found the gun."
"And what happened? Did you pick it up?"
"Not me," Overbrook said, grinning. "I'd read enough detective stories
so I know about fingerprints. I just called the sheriff and told him the
gun was over there, and the sheriff didn't pick it up. Not then. We got a
stake and drove it into the ground where the gun was lying, and lien the
sheriff got a piece of string and slipped it through the trigger guard on
the gun and pulled it up so he didn't touch it. That way we didn't smudge
any fingerprints that were on it. I heard afterwards that they'd
found..."
"Never mind what you'd heard," Danvers said, interrupting. "Just tell Mr.
Mason the facts."
"Yes, sir."
"I think that's all," Mason said.
'That's our case, Your Honor," Danvers said
"You're resting?" Mason asked, with some surprise.
"Certainly," Danvers said.
"I move that the Court dismiss the case and free the defendant from
custody," Mason said. 'There is no evidence sufficient to show that she
is in any way connected with what happened."
"On the contrary," Danvers said. 'There's every evidence. We have to go
through with this every time, Your Honor, but I suppose I may as well
point out for the sake of the record what we have. We now have the
testimony of witnesses showing that Allred was unconscious in an
automobile, that Mrs. Allred was in the luggage compartment of that
automobile. These tracks can't lie. The person who was in the luggage
compartment of that automobile go out and ran to the highway. Then
after a while she turned around and went back to the car, got in it and
drove away. The unconscious form of her husband was in the car at that
time. He couldn't have recovered consciousness and left the car without
leaving tracks. You can see from this diagram of tracks where the car
was backed, turned and driven back to the roadway, headed in the
direction of the main mountain road.
"I have a lot of other evidence that I can introduce, but the object of
the defense counsel at this time is to force me to show all of my hand
without showing any of his, and then when the case comes up for trial in
the superior court, he will be in a position to have me at just that much
of a disadvantage.
"'The only object of this preliminary hearing is to prove that a crime has
been committed, and to show there is reasonable ground for believing
that the defendant committed that crime. I claim I have abundantly met
the requirements of the law."
"I think so," Judge Cotton said. "The motion is denied. Does the defense
have any evidence at all it wishes to introduce?"
Mason said, "I notice that George Jerome is in court, and yet he was not
called as a witness."
"I didn't need him."
"I'll call him as my witness," Mason said.
"Now then, Your Honor," Danvers protested. "This is an old trick, and it's
just a trick. The lawyer for the defense knows that his client is going to
get bound over, so he doesn't care what happens in this court. He isn't
bound by it. Therefore, he calls people and goes on fishing expeditions
and..."
"I understand the basic rules of courtroom tactics," Judge Cotton said,
smiling, "but I don't think you would claim, Counselor, that Mr. Mason
does not have a right to call any person whom he wishes as a witness."
"No, Your Honor, but I do want to point out that George Jerome will be a
prosecution witness and, in the event Mr. Mason puts him on the stand, I
want Counsel to be confined to the examination of this witness according
to the strict rules of evidence. I don't want him to start cross-examining
the witness."
"When and if that happens, you may object," Judge Cotton said. "In the
meantime, George Jerome is called to the stand as a witness for the
defense."
Jerome was sworn, looked somewhat angrily at Mason as he settled his
huge frame there on the witness stand.
"Your name is George Jerome. You're a partner, or were a partner, of
Bertrand C. Allred?"
"Yes, sir."
"You were, of course, quite well acquainted with Albert during his
lifetime?"
"Yes."
"When was the last time you saw him alive?"
"Objected to as incompetent, irrelevant and immaterial," Danvers said.
"Overruled."
"Well, it was, let me see. It was Monday evening about --- oh about halfpast six o'clock, I'd say."
"Where?"
"Now you mean the last time I saw him?"
"Yes."
"Well, it was out at his house. That is, out at the part of the house he
calls his office -- the place he has set aside for his office work."
"That was Monday evening, the night of the murder?" Mason asked.
"Yes, sir."
"What did you talk about?"
"Objected to, if the Court please, as incompetent, irrelevant and
immaterial."
"Sustained."
"Was anyone else there with you at that time?"
"No, sir."
"Now when you drove away from that house did you take Mr. Allred with
you?"
"Yes, sir. I did."
"In the automobile with you?"
"Yes, sir."
"You took him up to the Snug-Rest Auto Court, didn't you?"
"Objected to as leading and suggestive."
"Sustained."
"Where did you take him?"
"To a car rental place on Seventh Street."
"Then what did you do?"
"I stopped the car and let him out."
"Did Mr. Allred tell you why he wanted you to take him there?"
"He said he wanted to rent a car."
"Did he say where he wanted to go in that car?"
"No, sir."
Paul Drake, pushing his way through the spectators, opened the gate in the mahogany railing which separated the bar from the spectators, tiptoed to Mason's side and whispered, "I've just found out, Perry, that the D. A.'s office knows all about how Allred got to the Snug-Rest. He rented a car and driver to take him up there. He got there between nine-thirty and ten-thirty, the driver isn't certain of the time. Of course, that doesn't help you any because, while it corroborates Mrs. Allred's story, it also ties right in with Fleetwood's story."
"Thanks," Mason said in a whisper.
The lawyer turned to Jerome. "Mr. Jerome, you knew where Mr. Allred
was going, didn't you?"
"No, sir."
"But you surmised it?"
"Objected to as argumentative, as an attempt to cross-examine his own
witness," Danvers said.
"Of course," Mason pointed out to the Court, "this is a hostile witness
and..."
"The Court understands," Judge Colton interrupted. "If you want to
assure the Court that this is your witness and you are calling him to
prove some specific point which you can state to the Court, the situation
will then be different. As matters now stand, this is merely a fishing
expedition with one of the prosecution's witnesses, and the Court will
hold you to strict rules of procedure on direct examination. I take it, Mr.
Mason, that you are not prepared to make any statement to the Court
and Counsel of what you expect to prove by this witness?"
"No, Your Honor."
"I thought not."
"But," Mason said, turning again to the witness, "you did follow Mr.
Allred, didn't you?"
"Objected to as leading and suggestive."
"Sustained."
"Were you at any time on Monday night in the vicinity of the Snug-Rest
Auto Court?"
"Objected to as incompetent, irrelevant and immaterial. No proper
foundation laid."
"Sustained."
"When was the last time you saw Bees Allred alive?"
"Objected to as already asked and answered."
"Sustained."
"When was the last time you talked with Robert Fleetwood before
Allred's death?"
"I can't remember."
"Did you talk with Fleetwood at any time on Monday?"
"I can't remember."
"Did you receive any message on Monday which had been left for you by
Fleetwood?"
"Objected to as assuming a fact not in evidence, and attempting to
cross-examine his own witness."
Judge Cotton said, "Mr. Mason, before I rule on that objection, I want to
reiterate the position of the Court, which is that of being opposed to
fishing expeditions by Counsel. Now, if you have reason to believe..."
"I do, Your Honor. The witness, Fleetwood, has stated that he did leave a
message for this witness."
"Very well, the objection is overruled. Answer the question."
Jerome said, "I received a message which I was told had been left for
me by Fleetwood. It said not to make any settlement with Allred until I
had talked with Fleetwood."
"And when you talked with Fleetwood, what did he tell you?"
"Objected to as hearsay, incompetent, irrelevant and immaterial."
"Sustained."
Judge Cotton said, "I wish to call to the attention of Counsel that my
position on all of these questions will be the same. If Counsel can state
to the Court that he is prepared to prove some specific fact by this
witness, there will be a great deal more leniency in connection with the
examination of this witness.
"However," Judge Cotton went on, "it seems that we have reached the
noon hour, and the Court will adjourn until two o'clock this afternoon.
The defendant, in the meantime, is remanded to the custody of the
sheriff. That's all, Mr. Jerome. You will leave the witness stand and
return at two o'clock this afternoon for further examination. Court's
adjourned."
Mrs. Allred leaned over and touched Mason's arm. "I want to talk with
you," she said tensely.
Mason said to the deputy sheriff, "My client wants to confer with me.
May I have a few minutes?"
"Okay," the deputy said. "Not too long."
Mason nodded, took Mrs. Allred's arm and escorted her over to a corner
of the courtroom. "What is it?" he asked.
She said, "It's the truth, Mr. Mason."
"What Fleetwood has said."
"You mean you were in the turtleback of that automobile?"
"Yes."
Mason said grimly, "This is a hell of a time to say so."
"I can't help it, Mr. Mason. I had Pat to think of."
"What about Pat? What does she have to do with it?"
"Nothing, Mr. Mason. Nothing at all. Now don't misunderstand me.
Please don't misunderstand me on that. That would be the last straw."
"I was merely taking what you said at its face value."
"No, no. When I said I had to protect Pat, I meant that I felt it would be
bad for her if I should admit I'd driven that automobile over the grade.
I -- well, that was what was in my mind all along -- to try and avoid
putting Pat in an embarrassing position."
Mason said, "Well, suppose you try telling me the truth for a change.
Just what did happen?"
"It was almost the way Bob Fleetwood said. He did drive the automobile
off the road and stop, and I got out and ran down to the road. He called
to me and told me that my husband was unconscious. I stopped then, and
I saw him standing in front of the headlights. I saw him throw a gun just
as far as he could throw it out into the darkness. And then I saw him
turn and walk away from the automobile."
"I think it was because he threw away that gun that I was convinced. I
knew he never in the world would have done that if my husband hadn't
been unable to hurt him. And, the way he did it, made me think that --
well, you know, there was a certain gesture of finality about it. So I
fumed around and tiptoed back to the car and peeked inside to see just
what the situation was.
"Bertrand was slumped over in a corner of the car, utterly motionless.
You couldn't hear a sound."
"Fleetwood said he was breathing very heavily," Mason said.
"Fleetwood is lying about that. My husband was dead."
"You're certain?"
"I should be certain. I stood there for a moment by the door of the car.
Then I put my foot on the running board, raised myself up and said,
'Bertrand.' He made no answer. I leaned over and felt of his wrist. it had
that peculiar clammy feeling that tells its own story. But I wanted to
make sure. I felt of his pulse. He was dead."
"Then why didn't you go back and call the police?"
She said, "I didn't realize the situation in which I'd placed myself until
after I'd entered the automobile. I realized then that the ground was so
soft that every single track showed.
"Bob Fleetwood is right about one thing. After I got in the luggage
compartment, I lay there for a while, very cramped in that small space.
Then I remembered we always kept an electric lantern in there for use in
case of an emergency in changing tires. I found the electric lantern and
switched it on. By examining the catch, I felt sure I could pry the catch
back and get the lid of the luggage compartment open if I had a lever of
some sort. Then I thought of the jack handle. I found that and tried it.
It was pretty hard to manipulate things while the car was moving over
the road, particularly that dirt road. It was a little rough.
"However, I finally got the catch back and got the lid so I could raise it.
I was just in the act of raising the lid when the car turned off the road
and stopped. I pushed the cover of the luggage compartment up far
enough to get out, and jumped to the ground. I heard the lid bang down
behind me, and I started running.
"I don't think I'd gone over thirty or forty feet when I heard Bob
Fleetwood call out that everything was all right and not to worry; that
Bertrand was unconscious.
"I kept right on running, but I looked back over my shoulder and saw Bob
Fleetwood throw the gun away. Then he walked away from the car. And,
as I told you, I returned to the car and found my husband was dead.
"It wasn't until that time I realized that from the nature of the ground
in which the car was sitting my tracks showed. They showed just exactly
what I had done, and I knew that if I left tracks going back to the
automobile, then leaving the automobile and going back to the road again,
it would look as though I had returned to kill my husband with the jack
handle.
"So I thought I'd drive the car to some place where the ground was
firmer, where I could get out without leaving tracks. Then I got the idea,
why not drive the car off the grade and make it look as though my
husband had lost control of the car?
"Well, I did that, and that was when I got the idea of pretending that
Bob had stolen my car. I thought that would pass the buck to him, and
then if anything turned up, in order to save his own skin, he'd have to say
that he killed Bertrand in self-defense, I... well, I guess I didn't do a
very good job of thinking, but I'd been through a lot that night, Mr.
Mason."
Mason said, "Is this the truth?"
"It's the truth."
"Look at me."
She met his eyes.
"If I'd known this a long while ago," Mason said, "I could probably have
tied the killing to Bob Fleetwood. As it is now, you've lied and Fleetwood
has lied. A judge or jury will have to toss up to decide which is telling the
truth.
"The fact that Fleetwood threw the gun away makes me feel your
husband was dead when Fleetwood left the car, but because you lied at
the start, you've given Fleetwood all the trumps to play against us."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mason."
"Look here, is this the truth?"
"Yes."
Mason said, "If you are changing your story simply because you think
Fleetwood's testimony has given you a good chance to crawl out from
under, you're a fool."
"No, I'm not just changing my story. I'm -- I have Pat to think of... I..."
She started to sob.
Mason said, "Well, I'm not going to let you change your story. I'm not
going to let you tell any story for a while. You aren't to talk with anyone -
- anyone. Do you understand that?"
"Yes."
"And don't ever forget, a good lie can sometimes have all the grace of
artistry, but only the truth can have the ring of sincerity."
And Mason raised his hand, beckoned to the deputy.




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