Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Reigate Puzzle
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"InspectorForrester,sir,"saidthebutler,throwingopenthedoor.
Theofficial,asmart,keen-facedyoungfellow,steppedintotheroom."Good-morning,Colonel,"saidhe."IhopeIdon’tintrude,butwehearthatMr.HolmesofBakerStreetishere."
Thecolonelwavedhishandtowardsmyfriend,andtheinspectorbowed.
"Wethoughtthatperhapsyouwouldcaretostepacross,Mr.Holmes."
"Thefatesareagainstyou,Watson,"saidhe,laughing."Wewerechattingaboutthematterwhenyoucamein,Inspector.Perhapsyoucanletushaveafewdetails."AsheleanedbackinhischairinthefamiliarattitudeIknewthatthecasewashopeless.
"WehadnoclueintheActonaffair.Butherewehaveplentytogoon,andthere’snodoubtitisthesamepartyineachcase.Themanwasseen."
"Ah!"
"Yes,sir.ButhewasofflikeadeeraftertheshotthatkilledpoorWilliamKirwanwasfired.Mr.Cunninghamsawhimfromthebedroomwindow,andMr.AlecCunninghamsawhimfromthebackpassage.Itwasquartertotwelvewhenthealarmbrokeout.Mr.Cunninghamhadjustgotintobed,andMr.Alecwassmokingapipeinhisdressing-gown.TheybothheardWilliam,thecoachman,callingforhelp,andMr.Alecrandowntoseewhatwasthematter.Thebackdoorwasopen,andashecametothefootofthestairshesawtwomenwrestlingtogetheroutside.
