Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса

The “Gloria Scott”

           Hisfacewasthinandbrownandcrafty,withaperpetualsmileuponit,whichshowedanirregularlineofyellowteeth,andhiscrinkledhandswerehalfclosedinawaythatisdistinctiveofsailors.AshecameslouchingacrossthelawnIheardMr.Trevormakeasortofhiccoughingnoiseinhisthroat,and,jumpingoutofhischair,heranintothehouse.Hewasbackinamoment,andIsmeltastrongreekofbrandyashepassedme.

           "‘Well,myman,"saidhe.‘WhatcanIdoforyou?’

           "Thesailorstoodlookingathimwithpuckeredeyes,andwiththesameloose-lippedsmileuponhisface.

           "‘Youdon’tknowme?"heasked.

           "‘Why,dearme,itissurelyHudson,"saidMr.Trevorinatoneofsurprise.

           "‘Hudsonitis,sir,"saidtheseaman.‘Why,it’sthirtyyearandmoresinceIsawyoulast.Hereyouareinyourhouse,andmestillpickingmysaltmeatoutoftheharnesscask.’

           "‘Tut,youwillfindthatIhavenotforgottenoldtimes,"criedMr.Trevor,and,walkingtowardsthesailor,hesaidsomethinginalowvoice.‘Gointothekitchen,"hecontinuedoutloud,‘andyouwillgetfoodanddrink.IhavenodoubtthatIshallfindyouasituation.’

           "‘Thankyou,sir,"saidtheseaman,touchinghisforelock.‘I’mjustoffatwo-yearerinaneight-knottramp,short-handedatthat,andIwantsarest.IthoughtI’dgetiteitherwithMr.Beddoesorwithyou.’

           "‘Ah!"criedMr.Trevor.

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