Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Resident Patient
Thesonhadgonealso.Thehalldoorhadbeenclosed,butnotshut.Mypagewhoadmitspatientsisanewboyandbynomeansquick.HewaitsdownstairsandrunsuptoshowpatientsoutwhenIringtheconsulting-roombell.Hehadheardnothing,andtheaffairremainedacompletemystery.Mr.Blessingtoncameinfromhiswalkshortlyafterwards,butIdidnotsayanythingtohimuponthesubject,for,totellthetruth,Ihavegotinthewayoflateofholdingaslittlecommunicationwithhimaspossible.
"Well,IneverthoughtthatIshouldseeanythingmoreoftheRussianandhisson,soyoucanimaginemyamazementwhen,attheverysamehourthisevening,theybothcamemarchingintomyconsulting-room,justastheyhaddonebefore.
"‘IfeelthatIoweyouagreatmanyapologiesformyabruptdepartureyesterday,Doctor,"saidmypatient.
"‘IconfessthatIwasverymuchsurprisedatit,"saidI.
"‘Well,thefactis,"heremarked,‘thatwhenIrecoverfromtheseattacksmymindisalwaysverycloudedastoallthathasgonebefore.Iwokeupinastrangeroom,asitseemedtome,andmademywayoutintothestreetinasortofdazedwaywhenyouwereabsent.’
"‘AndI,"saidtheson,‘seeingmyfatherpassthedoorofthewaiting-room,naturallythoughtthattheconsultationhadcometoanend.ItwasnotuntilwehadreachedhomethatIbegantorealizethetruestateofaffairs.
