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AMERICAN STORIES - 2009/05/02 - The Gatewood Caper by Dashiell Hammett

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Our story today is called "The Gatewood Caper". It was written by Dashielll Hammett. Here is Harry Monroe with the story.

Millionaire Harvey Gatewood had a desk as big as a bed in the middle of his office. He looked almost as big as his desk. Gatewood had become rich by knocking down anyone who stood in his way. Now he leaned across his desk and began shouting at me, "My daughter was kidnapped last night. I want you to find her and the people who did this." "Tell me about it," I suggested. Gatewood said his daughter Audrey had gone out for a walk the night before at 7 o'clock. She never came home. The next morning Gatewood received a letter from her kidnappers. They asked 50,000 dollars for her and put one of her favorite rings in the envelope to prove they had her.

Gatewood had called the police immediately. But a few minutes later he decided to hire his own private detectives. That's why he called me at my Continental Detective Agency. "Find her!" he barked at me.

I left his office and went to his home. The servants told me Audrey was 19 years old and Gatewood's only child. They said her mother was dead and Audrey and her father did not like each other. I went to her room where I found a picture of her. She was a pretty girl with big blue eyes and a small pointed chin. I took the photograph with me when I went back to my office. I decided to call the police detectives O and T who were working on the case. They said that I could take a look at the letter the kidnappers had sent. The envelope had been mailed from San Francisco on Sep. 20th. The same night Audrey had disappeared. The postmark on the envelope was stamped 8pm.

While I was at the police station, a young policeman stuck his head into the room. "Gatewood just called," he said, "he wants all of you in his office right away." I ran out with O and T and jumped into one of their police cars. Gatewood was walking up and down in his office. His face was red with anger. "She just phoned me," he shouted as soon as he saw us. "She said 'Oh daddy, Do something. I can't stand this. They are killing me.' Then I heard a man's voice yell something and someone hung up the phone." Gatewood began banging his desk with his huge hands. "Have you people done anything?" We had to admit that we had discovered nothing yet.

That night I went home with Gatewood. At 2:30 in the morning, the telephone rang. I listened on the telephone downstairs while Gatewood talked on the telephone by his bed upstairs. A man's voice said, Gatewood, put the money in a bag and leave the house with it immediately, walk down K Street to the river, you'll meet someone with a handkerchief over his face. Drop the money and go back home. You'll get your daughter back in an hour or two. The stranger hung up the telephone.

"Do what he told you to do," I said to Gatewood, "and don't try any tricks." A few minutes later, Gatewood left his house carrying a white bag of money in his left hand. I followed him as he walked down the dark streets for about ten minutes. No one was around. Suddenly out of nowhere, a tall woman appeared. She was wearing black clothes and holding a handkerchief to her face. Gatewood stopped. He dropped the bag of money, turned around and walked quickly away. The woman ran to the bag, picked it up and disappeared down a dark side street.

The side street was empty when I reached it. I looked for an open window or door that would show me which building the woman had run into. Nothing. All the doors and windows were locked. I picked one door and broke the lock, I was lucky. Inside I found a woman's skirt, coat and hat, all black on the floor near the door. I knocked on a few doors in the building and one of the people told me that a tall man named Lytton had rented an apartment there only three days earlier. Lytton was not home when I knocked on his door. But now I understood how the mysterious woman had disappeared.

Lytton had put on women's clothing over his own. Then he had gone out the backdoor of the apartment building, leaving the door open. After getting the money, he ran back into the building, locked the door and took off his disguise. Then he must have left the apartment building through the front door. The next morning there was no word from Audrey. We still had heard nothing by afternoon.

I began to wonder about some things. I checked with Audrey's girlfriends, and found that one of them was the last person to see Audrey before the kidnapping. Agnes Danger Field told me she saw Audrey walking down Market Street alone the night of the kidnapping between 8:15 and 8:45. I took a taxi to the shopping district where there were a lot of large department stores. I went into each one asking if a tall man had bought clothing that would fit Audrey. At the fifth department store, I got good news. A tall man had come in the day before, buying clothing in Audrey's size. He had bought a lot of clothing and arranged for it to be delivered to his apartment on 14th street. He signed his name Theodore Alfred.

When I arrived at the address he gave, I saw a fat lady leaving the building. I told her I was a private detective and asked her about Alfred. She said he and his wife had rented apartment 202 only a week ago. She stopped talking suddenly as a tall man walked past me into the building. She said he was Mr Alfred. But I recognized him as Penny Quail, an unimportant little thief. I knew he recognized me too. I followed him into the building and ran up the stairs to apartment 202. I rang the doorbell three gunshots answered and the middle of the door had three bullet holes in it. Those bullets would have been in my stomach if I hadn't learned year ago to stand to one side of strange doors. I kicked at the door and the lock broke. As I ran into the room I saw Quail and a woman struggling on the floor. The woman was Audrey Gatewood. She had a gun in her hand. I grabbed it and yelled, "That's enough! Get up, both of you." Quail sat down in a chair trying to catch his breath. But the woman stood in the center of the room.

"You are just lucky I didn't shoot you," She said angrily, "How did you discover the truth?" "In several ways", I answered. "First one of your friends said she saw you on Market Street between 8:15 and 8:45 the night you disappeared. But the postmark on the letter to your father read 8 pm. Quail here should have waited longer before mailing the letter. When you didn't come home after the money was paid. I had an idea, you kidnapped yourself. Then I thought you would need to buy clothing. You left home that night just to take a walk. You couldn't bring a suitcase full of clothing with you. I knew you had a man helping you. I thought perhaps the man would buy what you needed, and it turned out that he did. But he was too lazy to carry the packages from the store himself. So he had the store send the clothing to this place. That's how I knew where to find you.

Gatewood met his daughter at the police station. I had never seen him so angry when he learned the truth. Gatewood told the police to lock up his daughter. But Audrey threatened to tell some of his business secrets to the newspapers. Gatewood must have believed she really would do it too, because he told the police he had changed his mind. And the father and daughter left for home. I could see the hate they had for each other. Not a very happy reunion.

The police were still holding Quail. But he wasn't worried. He knew if Audrey was free. He would not be punished either. I was glad it was over. It had been a rough job and a strange adventure. The Gatewood Caper.

You have just heard the story called "The Gatewood Caper". It was written by Dashiell Hammett and adapted for Special English by D. It was published by M book company in 1965 in "The Realm of Fiction", 74 short stories. Your story teller was Harry Monroe. The Voice of America invites you to listen again next week at the same time to another American story. This is Shirley Griffith. 

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Introduce to "The Gatewood Caper"

"The Gatewood Caper" (1923) (also known as "Crooked Souls") has been filmed many times over the last twenty years as an episode of TV cop shows, without credit to Hammett. You have to wonder: when producers and writers in story conference decide to remake this kidnapping story or Woolrich's "Nightmare" or Fleischer's "The Narrow Margin" one more time, do they refer to these stories by name? Or has even the origin of these works been lost to Hollywood tradition? In any case, this tale is generally considered the best of the early Continental Op tales. Hammett's early fiction has an austere quality, compared to that of his colleague and predecessor Carroll John Daly. The lurid events of the tale are narrated in a deliberately dry tone by the Continental Op, who has seen it all, and who is Not Emotionally Involved. More than just tone, however, the austerity is conveyed by the plot. The story focuses on a strong, plain symmetric plot pattern, and strips all irrelevant detail away to reveal that plot. There is something contemplative about the story: it exists mainly to unveil a certain pattern, and hold it up to the reader's and author's gaze for contemplation.

"Fly Paper" and "The Gatewood Caper" are linked. The later story seems to grow out of plot elements of the earlier. Everything, especially the personal relationships among the younger characters, has grown more complex in the later tale. Hammett's storytelling in 1929 is much more fluid. It sweeps the reader along pleasantly.

  第2楼 作者:angelinafyd@163.com 创建: <编辑>  <引用>
I've copied a few dictation papers for VOA Special English,but i dont understand it and i dont know how to use it . please help me !3Q
  第3楼 作者:qinjing211@yahoo.com.cn 创建: <编辑>  <引用>
patience,patience,patience
  第4楼 作者:lisijingsunny@163.com 创建: <编辑>  <引用>
Maybe , I knew too little words so that I can't dictation it clearly.....I can knew the article some mean by listen but I can't write it down..
  第5楼 作者:sunhang500@126.com 创建: <编辑>  <引用>
Hello,I'm a new comer.I want to know how to put these stories in my mp4`` Who can help me? Please give me your answers.
6楼 作者:lk6662006@163.com 创建: <编辑>  <引用>
这么长啊
7楼 作者:tracy-sparrow 创建: <编辑>  <引用>
Our story today is called "The Gatewood Caper". It was written by Danshiell Hammett. Here is H with the story. Millionaire Harvey Gatewood had a desk as big as a bed in the middle of his office. He looked almost as big as his desk. Gatewood had become rich by knocking down anyone who stood in his way. Now he leaned across his desk and began shouting at me: "My daughter was kidnapped last night. I want you to find her and the people who did this." "Tell me about it," I suggested. Gatewood said his daughter Audrey had gone out for a walk the night before at 7 o'clock. She never came home. The next morning Gatewood received a letter from her kidnappers. They asked 50,000 dollars for her and put one of her favorite rings in the envelope to prove they had her. Gatewood had called the police immediately. But a few minutes later he decided to hire his own private detectives. That's when he called me at my Continental Detective Agency. "Find her!" he barked at me. I left his office and went to his home. The servants told me: Audrey was 19 years old and Gatewood's only child. They said her mother was dead and Audrey and her father did not like each other. I went to her room where I found a picture of her. She was a pretty girl with big blue eyes and a small pointed chin. I took the photograph with me when I went back to my office. I decided to call the police detectives O and T who were working on the case. They said I could take a look at the letter the kidnappers had sent. The envelope had been mailed from San Francisco on Sep. 20th. The same night Audrey had disappeared. The postmark on the envelope was stamped 8pm. While I was out the police station, a young policeman stocked his head into the room. "Gatewood just called," he said, "he wants all of you in his office right away." I run out with O and T then jumped into one of their police cars. Gatewood was walking up and down in his office. His face was red with anger. "She just phoned me," he shouted as soon as he saw us. She said Oh daddy, Do something. I can't stand this. They are killing me. Then I heard a man's voice yelled something and someone hang up the phone. Gatewood began banging his desk with his huge hands. Have you people done anything? We had to admit that we had discovered nothing yet. That night I went home with Gatewood, at 2:30 in the morning, the telephone rang. I listened on the telephone downstairs while Gatewood talked on the telephone by his bed upstairs. A man's voice said, Gatewood, put the money in a bag and leave the house with it immediately. Walk down K Street to the river. You meet someone with a handkerchief over his face, Drop the money and go back home. You get your daughter back in an hour or two. The stranger hang up the telephone. Do what he told you to do, I said to Gatewood and don't try any tricks. A few minutes later, Gatewood left his house carrying a white bag of money in his left hand. I followed him as he walked down the dark streets for about ten minutes. No one was around. Suddenly out of nowhere, a tall woman appeared. She was wearing black cloth and holding a handkerchief to her face. Gatewood stopped. He dropped the bag of money, turned around and walked quickly away. The woman ran to the bag, picked it up and disappeared down a dark side street. The side street was empty when I reached it. I looked for an open window or door that would show me which building the women had run into. Nothing. All the doors and windows were locked. I picked one door and broke the lock, I was lucky. Inside I found a woman's skirt, coat and hat. All black on the floor near the door. I knocked on a few doors in the building and one of the people told me that a tall man named Natton had rented an apartment there only three days earlier. Natton was not home when I knocked on his door. But now I understood how the mysterious woman had disappeared. Natton had put on women's clothing over his own. Then he had gone out the backdoor of the apartment building, leaving the door open. After getting the money, he ran back into the building, locked the door and took off his disguise. Then he must left the apartment building through the front door. The next morning there was no word from Aldrey. We still had heard nothing by afternoon. I began to wonder about some things. I checked with Aldrey's girl friends, and found that one of them was the last person to see Aldrey before the kidnapping, Angelis told me she saw Aldrey walking down Market Street alone the night of the kidnapping between 8:15 and 8:45. I took a taxi to the Shopping district where there were a lot of large department stores. I went into each one asking if a tall man had bought clothing that would fit Aldrey. At the fifth department store, I got good news. A tall man had come in the day before, buying clothing in Aldrey's size. He had bought a lot of clothing and arranged for it to be delivered to his apartment on 14th street. He signed his name S O. When I arrived at the address he gave, I saw a fat lady leaving the building. I told her I was a private detective and asked her about O. She said he and his wife had rented apartment 202 only a week ago. She stopped talking suddenly as a tall man walked passed me into the building. She said he was Mr. O. But I recognized him as Penny, an unimportant little thief. I knew he recognized me too. I followed him into the building and ran up the stairs to apartment 202. I rang the door bell three gun shots answered and the middle of the door had three bullet holes in it. Those bullets would be in my stomach if I hadn’t learned year ago to stand at one side of strange doors. I kicked off the door and the lock broke. As I ran into the room I saw K and a woman struggling on the floor. The woman was Aldrey Gatewood. She had a gun in her hand. I grabbed it and yelled, that’s enough. Get up, both of you. K sat down in a chair trying to catch his breath. But the woman stood in the center of the room. You are just lucky I didn’t shoot you. She said angrily. How did you discover the truth? In several ways, I answered. First one of your friends said she saw you on Market Street between 8:15 and 8:45 the night you disappeared. But the postmark on the letter to your father read 8 pm. K here short of way did longer before mailing the letter. When you didn't come home after the money was paid. I had an idea-you kidnapped yourself. Then I thought you would need to buy clothing. You left home that night just to take a look. You couldn't bring a suitcase full of clothing with you. I knew you had a man helping you. I thought perhaps the man would buy what you needed, and it turned out that he did. But he was too lazy to carry the packages from the store himself. So he have the store send the clothing to this place. That's how I knew where to find you. Gatewood met his daughter at the police station. I had never seem him so angry when he learned the truth. Gatewood told the police to lock up his daughter. But Aldrey threaten to tell some of his business secrets to the newspapers. Gatewood must’ve believed she really would do it too. Because he told the police he had changed his mind. And the father and daughter left for home. I could see the hate they had for each other. Not a very happy reunion. The police were still holding K. But he wasn't worried. He knew if Aldrey was free. He would not be punished either. I was glad it was over. It had been a rough job and a strange adventure. The Gatewood Caper. You have just heard the story called The Gatewood Caper. It was written by Dashiell Hammett and adapted for Special English by D. It was published by M book company in 1965 in the r fiction, 74 short stories. Your story teller was xx. The Voice of America invites you to listen again next week at the same time to another American story. This is Shirley Griffith.
  第8楼 作者:lk6662006@163.com 创建: <编辑>  <引用>
after i heard this story, i feel diffiuclut to know his center means.
  第9楼 作者:bestcd 创建: <编辑>  <引用>
translation is exact to the letter.
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Gatewood Caper 2007/07/21 Special English American Stories Our story today is called the Gatewood Caper , it was written by **. Here is ** with the story. Millioner heavy Gatewood had a desk as big as bed in the middle of his office , he looked almost as big as his desk. Gatewood had become rich by knocking down anyone wo stood in his way. Now he leaned across his deskand began shouting at me : “My daughter was kidnapped last night, I want you to find her and the people who did this.” “Tell me about it”, I suggested. Gatewood said his daughter Aldrey had gone out for a walk the night before at seven o’clock , she never came home. The next morning , Gatewood received a letter from her kidnappers. They asked fifty thousand dollars for he and put ane of her favorite rings in the envelope to prove they had her. Gatewood had called the police immediately , but a few minutes later , he decided to hire his own private detectives. Thus when he called me at my Continental Detective Agency. “Find her” , he barked at me. I left his office and went to his home. The servants told me , Aldrey , nineteen years old , and Gatewood’s only child. They said her mother was dead and Aldrey and her father did not like each other. I went to her room where I found a picture of her. She was a pretty girl with big blue eyes and a small pointed chin. I took the photograph with me when I went back to my office. I decided to call the police detectives Ogar and Throwd who were workong on the case. They said that I could take a look at the letter the kidnappers had sent. The envelop had been mailed from San Fransisc on September twentyth , the same night Aldrey had disappeared. The post mark in the envelop was stamped eight p.m. When I was at the police station , a young policeman stocked his head into the room , “Gatewood just called” , he said , “he wants all of you in his office right away”. I ran out with Ogar and Throwd and jumped into one of their police cars. Gatewood was walking up and down in his office , his face was red with anger. “She just phoned me ” , shouted as soon as he saw us. “ She said: ‘oh daddy , do something , I can’t stand this , they’re killing me. Then I heard a man’s voice yelled something and some one hang up the phone.” Gatewood began banging his desk with his huge hands. “Have you people done something ?” We had to admit that we had discovered nothing yet. That night , I went home with Gatewood. At half past two in the morning , the telephone rang. I listened on the telephone downstairs while Gatewood talked on the telephone by his bed upstairs. A man’s voices said: “Gatewood , put the money in the bag and leave the house with it immediately , walk down **river , you’ll meet someone with hankerchief over his face , drop the money and go back home , you’ll get your daughter back in an hour or two.” The stranger hang up the telelphone. “Do what he told you to do.” I said to Gatewood and don’t try any tricks. A few minutes later , Gatewood left his house , carring a white bag of money in his left hand. I followed him as he walked down the dark streets for about ten minutes. No one was around. Suddenly , out of nowhere , a tall woman appeared. She was wearing black cloth and holding a hankerchief to he face. Gatewood stopped , he dropped the bag of money , turned around and walked quickly away. The woman ran to the bag , picked it up and disappeared down a dark sidestreet. The sidestreet was empty when I reached. I looked for an open window or door that would show me which building the woman had run into. Nothing. All the doors and windows were locked. I picked one door and broke the lock. I was lucky , inside , I found a woman’s skirt , coat and hat , all balck on the floor near the door. I knocked on a few doors in the building and one of the people told me that the tall man named Litten , had rented an apartment theren only three days earlier. Litten was not home when I knocked on his door , but now I understood how the mysterious woman had disappeared. Litten had put on women’s clothing over his own , then he had gone out the back door of the apartment building leaving the door open , after getting the money , he run back into the building , locked the door and took off his disguise , then he must have left the apartment building through the front door. The next morning , there was no word from Aldrey. We still had heard nothing by afternoon. I began to wonder about somethings. I checked with Aldrey’s girl friends and found that one of them was the last person to we Aldrey before the kidnapping. **told me she saw Aldrey walking down market street alone the night of the kidnapping between eight fifteen and eight forty-five. I took a taxi to the shopping district where there were a lot of large department stores. I wnet into each one asking if a tall man had bought clothing that would fit Aldrey. At the fifth department store , I got good news. A tall man had come in the day before , buying clothing in Aldrey’s size. He had bought a lot of clothing and arranged for it to be delivered to his apartment on fifteen street. He signed his name , Theodo Offered. When I arrived at the address he gave , I saw a fat lady leaving the building , I told her I was a private detective and asked her about Offered. She sais he and his wife had rented apartment 202 only a week ago. She stopped talking suddenly as a tall man walked past me into the building. She said he was Mr. Offered. But I recognized him as Penny Quil , an unimportant little thief. I knew he recognized me , too. I followed him into the building and run up the stairs to apartment 202. I rang the doorbell , three gun shoot answered and the middle of the door had three bullet holes in it. Those bullets would have been in my stomach if I hadn’t learned years ago to stand to one side of strange doors. I kicked off he door , and the lock broke. As I ran into the room , I saw Quil and a woman struggling on the floor. The woman was Aldrey Gatewood. She had a gun in her hand. I grabed it and yeiled : “That’s enough , get up , both of you.” Quil sat down in the chair trying to catch his breath , but the woman stood in the center of the room. “You’re just lucky I didn’t shoot you.” She said angrily. “How did you discovered th truth?” “In several ways.” I answered. “First , one of your friends said she saw you on market street between eight fifteen and eight forty-five the night you disappeared. But the post mark on the letter to your father read eight p.m. Quil her short of way did longer before mailing the letter. When you didn’t come home after the money was paid , I had an idea you kidnapped yourself. Then I thought you would need to buy clothing , you left home that night just to take a wald , you couldn’t bring a suitcase full of clothing with you. I knew you had a man helping you. I thought perhaps the man would buy what you needed and it turned out that he did. But he was too lazy to carry the packages from the store himself , so you have the store send the clothing to this place. That’s how I knes where to find you.” Gatewood met his daughter at the police station. I had never seen him so angry when he had learned the truth. Gatewood told the police to locked up his daughter , but Aldrey threaten to tell some of his business secrets to the newspapers.Gatewood must believed she really would do it too because he told the police he had changed his mind. And the father and daughter left for home. I could see the hate they had for each other , not a very happy reunion. The police were still holding Quil , but he wasn’t worried , he knew if Aldrey was free he wouldn’t be punished either. I was glad it was over , it had been a rough job and a strange adventure—the Gatewood Caper.
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Hi guys, I can understand most of the sentences but can't write them down, is there anyone who can give some suggestion? QQ:171655453
12楼 作者:ping@m165.com 创建: <编辑>  <引用>
I like it very much,I know it so late.
  第13楼 作者:huapiaoliu@sina.com 创建: <编辑>  <引用>
我英语很烂,看得都眼花缭乱。。。
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Does everyone here insisting on listening the news?
  第15楼 作者:ping@m165.com 创建: <编辑>  <引用>
i spent a week on this artical.and i understood it at last
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(UP-TO-DATE)
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help me a lot!~~thank you upstairs!~~
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