Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Musgrave Ritual
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"‘Inordertoreachthebilliard-roomIhadtodescendaflightofstairsandthentocrosstheheadofapassagewhichledtothelibraryandthegun-room.Youcanimaginemysurprisewhen,asIlookeddownthiscorridor.Isawaglimmeroflightcomingfromtheopendoorofthelibrary.Ihadmyselfextinguishedthelampandclosedthedoorbeforecomingtobed.Naturallymyfirstthoughtwasofburglar.ThecorridorsatHurlstonehavetheirwallslargelydecoratedwithtrophiesofoldweapons.FromoneoftheseIpickedabattle-axe,andthen,leavingmycandlebehindme,Icreptontiptoedownthepassageandpeepedinattheopendoor.
"‘Brunton,thebutler,wasinthelibrary.
