Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса

           HolmesshowedmeintoasmallchamberwhichlookedoutintoPallMall,andthen,leavingmeforaminute,hecamebackwithacompanionwhomIknewcouldonlybehisbrother.

           MycroftHolmeswasamuchlargerandstoutermanthanSherlock.Hisbodywasabsolutelycorpulent,buthisface,thoughmassive,hadpreservedsomethingofthesharpnessofexpressionwhichwassoremarkableinthatofhisbrother.Hiseyes,whichwereofapeculiarlylight,waterygray,seemedtoalwaysretainthatfar-away,introspectivelookwhichIhadonlyobservedinSherlock’swhenhewasexertinghisfullpowers.

           "Iamgladtomeetyou,sir,"saidhe,puttingoutabroad,fathandliketheflipperofaseal."IhearofSherlockeverywheresinceyoubecamehischronicler.Bytheway,Sherlock,IexpectedtoseeyouroundlastweektoconsultmeoverthatManorHousecase.Ithoughtyoumightbealittleoutofyourdepth."

           "No,Isolvedit,"saidmyfriend,smiling.

           "ItwasAdams,ofcourse."

           "Yes,itwasAdams."

           "Iwassureofitfromthefirst."Thetwosatdowntogetherinthebow-windowoftheclub."Toanyonewhowishestostudymankindthisisthespot,"saidMycroft."Lookatthemagnificenttypes!Lookatthesetwomenwhoarecomingtowardsus,forexample."

           "Thebilliard-markerandtheother?"

           "Precisely.Whatdoyoumakeoftheother?"

           Thetwomenhadstoppedoppositethewindow.