文章看不很懂A friend of mine, Rob Jenkins, almost had a nervous br

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A friend of mine, Rob Jenkins, almost had a nervous breakdown last year.
Rob decided to go to Cornwall the next weekend. Penquay was a very small fishing village on the north coast of Cornwall. There were no trains or buses to Penquay, so he had to drive. It was a long journey, and Rob arrived late on Friday evening. The landlady of the guest house, Mrs. Doone, answered the door and showed him to his room. Rob was very tired and went straight to bed. He slept well and didn't wake up until nine o'clock the next morning.
Rob went downstairs for breakfast. Because there were no other guests, Mrs. Doone invited him to have breakfast with her and her daughter, Catherine. Catherine was already sitting in the dining room. She was about thirteen years old, with long, black hair and clear, grey eyes. Mrs. Doone went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Rob and Catherine looked at each other nervously for a few seconds.
Mr. Jenkins: There are four places at the table. Is there another guest?
Catherine: Oh, no ... we never talk about the empty place.
Mr. Jenkins: The empty place? What do you mean?
Catherine: Well, that used to be my father's place.
Mr. Jenkins: 'Used to be?' I don't understand.
Catherine: My father was a fisherman. Three years ago he went out in his boat, and he never returned.
Mr. Jenkins: What happened to him?
Catherine: Nobody knows. They searched everywhere, but they found nothing. My mother always keeps that place for him, and she makes his breakfast every morning. She thinks he'll come back. That's a photograph of him ... over there, on the wall. My mother's been waiting for him for three years.
Rob said nothing, but he looked very worried. At that moment Mrs. Doone returned. She poured four cups of tea, and put one cup in the empty place. Rob looked more worried and he stared at the empty chair. Suddenly, he heard footsteps outside the door and a tall man, with a black beard, walked into the room. Rob looked terrified. It was the man in the photograph! He jumped up and ran out of the room.
Man: Who was that? What's the matter?
Mrs. Doone: I don't know. I don't understand. He's a guest from London. He arrived last night while you were asleep.
Man: Catherine! Do you know anything about this?
Catherine: No, I don't, father. But he's here because he's very nervous. He says he's hiding here because a tall man with a black beard is trying to kill him.
Man: Catherine, have you been telling stories again?
Catherine: Stories, father? Me? (laughing)
他要说明什么问题
这是幽默还是鬼故事还是别的什么

我的朋友,詹金斯,几乎精神崩溃的最后一年.
罗伯决定去康沃尔下周末.penquay是一个小渔村的北部海岸康沃尔.目前还没有火车或巴士penquay,所以他不得不开车.这是一个漫长的旅程,抢在星期五晚些时候抵达晚会.女房东的宾客屋酒店,做了夫人,开门,表明他自己的房间.罗伯很累了,就上床睡觉.他睡得很好,没有醒来,直到第二天早上九点.
罗伯下楼用早餐.因为没有其他客人,做了太太邀请他一起吃早餐,她和她的女儿,凯瑟琳.凯瑟琳已经坐在餐厅.她大约十三岁,长着黑头发,和明确的,灰色的眼睛.多恩夫人走进厨房准备早餐.罗伯和凯瑟琳面面相觑紧张了几秒钟.
詹金斯先生：有四个地方在表.有一位客人?
凯瑟琳：哦,不…我们从来不谈空的地方.
詹金斯先生：空旷的地方吗?
凯瑟琳：嗯,那曾经是我爸爸的地方.
詹金斯先生：“使用吗?”我不知道.
凯瑟琳：我的父亲是个渔夫.三年前他在他的船,他从来没有回来.
詹金斯先生：他怎么了?
凯瑟琳：没有人知道.他们到处寻找,但什么也没发现.我母亲总是让他的地方,她让他每天早上吃早餐.她想他会回来的.这是他的照片…那边,在墙.我妈妈等了他三年.
罗伯说什么,但他看上去很担心.当时做了夫人返回.她倒了四杯茶,一杯放在空旷的地方.抢夺看起来更担心,他盯着空荡荡的椅子.突然,他听到门外的脚步,一个高大的男人,有着黑胡子,走进房间.抢劫看起来吓坏.这是男人的照片!他跳起来,跑出房间.
男：那是谁?你怎么了?
多恩夫人：我不知道.我不知道.他是客人从伦敦.他昨晚到达在你睡着了的时候.
男：凯瑟琳!你知道这件事吗?
凯瑟琳：不,我不要,爸爸.但他在这里,因为他很紧张.他说他躲在这里因为一个高个儿黑胡子要杀他.
男：凯瑟琳,你在说谎了?
凯瑟琳：故事,父亲?我吗?（笑）
是一个侦探故事
再问： 从哪看出 是侦探故事
再答： 关于杀、说谎的故事，多半是侦探故事。