Английский для смелых. Истории о духах и привидениях

 At the time of which I write I was nineteen years old, a student at Yale. One day I received a telegram from my father of such urgency that in compliance with its unexplained demand I left at once for home. At the railway station in Nashville a distant relative awaited me to apprise me of the reason for my recall: my mother had been barbarously murdered – why and by whom none could conjecture, but the circumstances were these:

My father had gone to Nashville, intending to return the next afternoon. Something prevented his accomplishing the business in hand, so he returned on the same night, arriving just before the dawn. In his testimony before the coroner he explained that having no latchkey and not caring to disturb the sleeping servants, he had, with no clearly defined intention, gone round to the rear of the house. As he turned an angle of the building, he heard a sound as of a door gently closed, and saw in the darkness, indistinctly, the figure of a man, which instantly disappeared among the trees of the lawn. A hasty pursuit and brief search of the grounds in the belief that the trespasser was some one secretly visiting a servant proving fruitless, he entered at the unlocked door and mounted the stairs to my mother’s chamber. Its door was open, and stepping into black darkness he fell headlong over some heavy object on the floor. I may spare myself the details; it was my poor mother, dead of strangulation by human hands!

Nothing had been taken from the house (в доме ничего не пропало: «ничего не было взято из дома»), the servants had heard no sound (слуги ничего не слышали: «не слышали никакого звука»), and excepting those terrible finger-marks upon the dead woman’s throat (и за исключением тех ужасных отпечатков пальцев на горле = на шее мертвой женщины) – dear God! that I might forget them (Господи Боже мой: «дорогой Бог», если бы я мог их забыть)! – no trace of the assassin was ever found (никаких следов убийцы так и не было обнаружено).