英文侦探故事
所谓名侦探，无非是找出隐藏在犯罪现场或供述内容一般人会漏掉的线索。所以，观察是推理之源。对此小编给大家准备了英文侦探故事，以供参阅。
英文侦探故事篇(1)
.A detective novelist died on his desk when the police arrived on the table and the table lamp was open.
Report is the opposite apartment Lee, he in an affidavit said: "when the sky is still bright, I got up very early, on the balcony from the windows of the dead found dead room two figures are fighting, finally the dead is similar to stick something knocked dead". Smart police after listening carefully observe the scene, a little thought and said: "don't quibble, confess."
What did the police find out? The answer is: the lamp is located between the dead and the window, it is impossible to cast a shadow on the window!
一位侦探小说家死在自家写字台上，警察赶到时桌上的台灯还开着，书桌对着窗户。
报案的是对面公寓的李某，他在口供中说：“当时天还没有亮，我起得很早，在阳台上从死者的窗户发现死者房中两个人影正在搏斗，最后死者被类似棒子的东西敲死了”。
聪明的警察听完后仔细观察了现场，稍加思索后说：“不要狡辩了，老实交代吧。” 警察发现了什么?答案是 台灯位于死者与窗户之间，不可能把人的影子投到窗户上
英文侦探故事篇(2)
The chairman of the house, found the dead is a servant. Inspector in charge of the case, a door only to find that the chairman of the house set in a very luxurious, walls hung with paintings, furniture is retro, floor upper berth is Turkish carpets. When asked the servant was doing he replied: "when the chairman refused to open the door, I only use outhouses phone to Chairman of the board of directors call, when comes to half when suddenly heard the screams, later he heard the criminals leave, when I in the outhouse, he must be through the case of the window!" Who knows the inspector impatiently said: "enough, you're lying!" The inspector with what say so? The answer is the home of the dead lay a thick Turkey carpet, people walking on the top will not make a sound, not to mention that in the phone.
董事长家中被害，发现死者的是佣人。 探长负责这个案子，一进门只发现董事长家里布置的很豪华，四周墙壁上挂满了名画，家具是复古式的，地板上铺的是土耳其的地毯。当询问佣人当时在干嘛时他回答：“当时董事长不肯开门，我只有用外屋的电话给董事长打电话，当说到一半时突然听到惨叫声，后来就听见犯罪分子离去，当时我在外屋，他一定是通过窗户作案的!”
谁知探长极不耐烦地说：“够了，你在撒谎!”
探长凭什么这么说? 答案是死者家里铺着厚厚的土耳其地毯，人走在上面也不会发出声音，更何况是在电话里。
英文侦探故事篇(3)
Four short detective stories
"Eh bien,Monsieur le Directeur!" said Poirot."Since you have called me in to investigate this mystery des chevaux Troyens,we must use our little grey cells.You say that this device has also been found in Sainsbury's College?Alors,you are looking at this mystery the wrong way round.We must interrogate all those who were in Sainsbury's during its 'Unattended Selling' period.But first,a Sirop from the Vendepac,if you would be so kind..."
"Philip Marlowe?" said the dame on the phone."Come to the User Area Night Club as soon as you can.We've got this problem with Trojan horses."
The man lying on the floor was definitely dead,but it was the dame standing over him who caught my eye.She had curves in all the right places,as well as some of the wrong ones,but this didn't stop me from noticing the micro-chip in her hand,in time to push her to one side as the device exploded in a sheet of flame...
"Bunter!A cup of the '86 Cola for Inspector Parker," exclaimed Lord Peter Wimsey,laying aside a First Edition of the MVS/XA manual (in the original Greek) that he had been perusing.
"No,thank you,Peter," said Parker hastily."I never drink on duty:it damages the terminals (& my stomach).What do you make of this?"
Wimsey took the proffered chip cautiously,and scrutinised it through his monocle."There appears to be a Greek inscription on it," he commented."A quotation from Homer to do with fish,if I am not mistaken.But one that only appears in certain editions of the Iliad..."
"I perceive by the mark on your tie that you have been using TeX recently," said Holmes."Also your pet goldfish has been ill this week."
"Enough of that nonsense!" said our client testily,interrupting my cry of "Amazing,Holmes!" "I want you to come down to Cambridge Moor to investigate a problem connected with the legend of the phantom Horse of the Terminilles."
"Come,Watson!" said Holmes."The game is afoot!You may tell me about the problem in the train,your Grace." He hastily took down a battered copy of Bradshaw,then fired his revolver into a picture of Queen Victoria on the wall (this being his usual way of summoning Mrs Hudson)...
Jonathan R.Partington,1987