Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Resident Patient
Blessington,andwhydotheywishtomolestyou?"
"Well,well,"saidtheresidentpatientinanervousfashion,"ofcourseitishardtosaythat.Youcanhardlyexpectmetoanswerthat,Mr.Holmes."
"Doyoumeanthatyoudon’tknow?"
"Comeinhere,ifyouplease.Justhavethekindnesstostepinhere."
Heledthewayintohisbedroom,whichwaslargeandcomfortablyfurnished.
"Youseethat,"saidhe,pointingtoabigblackboxattheendofhisbed."Ihaveneverbeenaveryrichman,Mr.Holmes—nevermadebutoneinvestmentinmylife,asDr.Trevelyanwouldtellyou.ButIdon’tbelieveinbankers.Iwouldnevertrustabanker,Mr.Holmes.Betweenourselves,whatlittleIhaveisinthatbox,soyoucanunderstandwhatitmeanstomewhenunknownpeopleforcethemselvesintomyrooms."
HolmeslookedatBlessingtoninhisquestioningwayandshookhishead.
"Icannotpossiblyadviseyouifyoutrytodeceiveme,"saidhe.
"ButIhavetoldyoueverything."
Holmesturnedonhisheelwithagestureofdisgust."Goodnight,Dr.Trevelyan,"saidhe.
"Andnoadviceforme?"criedBlessingtoninabreakingvoice.
"Myadvicetoyou,sir,istospeakthetruth."
Aminutelaterwewereinthestreetandwalkingforhome.WehadcrossedOxfordStreetandwerehalfwaydownHarleyStreetbeforeIcouldgetawordfrommycompanion.
