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A Violin and the Law

David，a policeman，came to a cabin about two miles up the mountain to get Cal Richards，an armed and dangerous killer．Through a broken window，he saw an old man with a beard watching him closely．When he stepped into the cabin，he found the old man was pointing a gun at him．

He looked around the cabin and didn’t see any sign of Cal．“I guess I’ll have to come again．”he said．J ust then he caught sight of a violin hanging on the wall．“Who plays the violin”he asked．For a moment there was silence．Actually Cal’S father played the violin best in the area，but he didn’t answer，with his gun still aiming at David．

David crossed the room and felt sweat on his forehead，but he took the violin from the wall as calmly as if he were a welcome visitor．He began to

play the violin，one tune after another．He was playing better than he had ever played in his life．The old man stood there，attracted．The hatred in his eyes was giving way to a look of wonder．The gun was now pointed toward the f1oor．He began to beat time，tapping one foot on the dirt floor. When

the final notes of the tune died away，the old man placed the gun in a corner．

“Well，stranger，”the old man said，“you play the violin excellently. May be you’ll stay for dinner and play some more for me.”

After they had eaten，they sat in the spring sunshine outside the cabin．They talked about violin tunes．Not a word was said about Cal Richards．

About two hours later，David stood up and said，“Sorry!I must be getting back to the town．”

The old man sat，deep in thought．At last, he said，“I like the way you talk and I like the way you play the violin. I guess you’re a decent guy.” He paused as if it were hard to go on．Then，he said in a thick voice, “I’ll have a talk with Cal．I think he might give himself up tomorrow．You be at the police station at

noon!”

The next day，as the town clock struck twelve，a bearded old man came up the street towards the police station．With him was a young fellow whose appearance told of many days in hiding．

小提琴和法律

警察大卫来到一间往山上走约两英里处的小木屋逮捕凯尔·里查兹，他是一个全副武装的、危险的杀人凶手。透过已破了的窗子，大卫看到一个留着胡子的老人正紧紧地盯着他。当他走进小屋时，他发现那老人正用枪对着他。大卫环视着小屋．没有发现任何凯尔的踪迹。“我想我明还得再来”他说。就在那时，他看到墙上挂着一把小提琴。“谁拉这把小提琴”他问道。一时间．没人说话。事实上，凯尔的父亲是这一地区拉小提琴拉得最好的，但他没有回答，仍然用他那枪指着大卫。

大卫走过去取琴，他额头上冒出了汗，但他还是从容地从墙上取下了琴，就好像他是一位颇受欢迎的客人。他开始一曲又一曲地拉起了小提琴。他这一生中，此时拉得最好。

老人站在那里，被乐曲声吸引住了。他目光中的敌意已被惊讶的神情所替代，他的枪正指着地板。当乐曲的最后一个音符消失时，老人把枪放在了墙角。

“嗯，年轻人，”老人说，“你的小提琴拉得棒极了。也许你愿意留下来吃饭，然后再给我拉几首。”

吃完饭，他们坐在屋外春意浓浓的阳光下。他们谈着小提琴曲，没有人提到凯尔·里查兹。

大约两小时过去了，大卫站起身来，说道：“抱歉，我得回城里去了。”

老人坐着，陷入了沉思。最后，他说，“我喜欢你这么说话，我也喜欢听你拉琴。我想你是个正派的人。”他停了片刻，似乎下面的话很难说出。而后，他用凝重的语气说道：“我要和凯尔谈谈。我想他明天就会去自首的。明天正午你在警察局等着吧！”

第二天，当城里的钟敲响了12下，一位留着胡子的老人沿着街道向警察局走来。和他一起来的是一个小伙子，一看他那样子就知道他已躲藏了多日。