Presently Moxon, whose play it was, raised his hand high above the board, pounced¹（突袭，猛扑） upon one of his pieces like a sparrow-hawk and with the exclamation²（感叹，惊叫） 'check-mate!' rose quickly to his feet and stepped behind his chair. The automaton³ sat motionless.

The wind had now gone down, but I heard, at lessening⁴ intervals⁵ and progressively louder, the rumble⁶ and roll of thunder. In the pauses between I now became conscious of a low humming or buzzing which, like the thunder, grew momentarily louder and more distinct. It seemed to come from the body of the automaton, and was unmistakably a whirring of wheels. It gave me the impression of a disordered mechanism⁷ which had escaped the repressive and regulating action of some controlling part -- an effect such as might be expected if a pawl should be jostled（推挤，撞） from the teeth of a ratchetwheel. But before I had time for much conjecture⁸ as to its nature my attention was taken by the strange motions of the automaton itself. A slight but continuous convulsion（惊厥，动乱） appeared to have possession of it. In body and head it shook like a man with palsy or an ague chill, and the motion augmented⁹ every moment until the entire figure was in violent agitation¹⁰. Suddenly it sprang to its feet and with a movement almost too quick for the eye to follow shot forward across table and chair, with both arms thrust forth¹¹ to their full length -- the posture¹² and lunge of a diver. Moxon tried to throw himself backward out of reach, but he was too late: I saw the horrible thing's hand close upon his throat, his own clutch its wrists. Then the table was overturned, and candle thrown to the floor and extinguished, and all was black dark. But the noise of the struggle was dreadfully distinct, and most terrible of all were the raucous¹³（沙哑的） , squawking sounds made by the strangled man's efforts to breathe. Guided by the infernal（地狱的） hubbub¹⁴, I sprang to the rescue of my friend, but had hardly taken a stride in the darkness when the whole room blazed with a blinding white light that burned into my brain and heart and memory a vivid picture of the combatants on the floor, Moxon underneath¹⁵, his throat still in the clutch of those iron hands, his head forced backward, his eyes protruding¹⁶, his mouth wide open and his tongue thrust out; and -- horrible contrast! -- upon the painted face of his assassin an expression of tranquil¹⁷（安静的） and profound thought, as in the solution of a problem in chess! This I observed, then all was blackness and silence.