Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса

           "It’salie!"heshouted."Aninfernallie!"

           "Verygood.Shallweargueaboutithereinpublicortalkitoverinyourparlour?"

           "Oh,comeinifyouwishto."

           Holmessmiled."Ishallnotkeepyoumorethanafewminutes,Watson."saidhe."Now.Mr.Brown.Iamquiteatyourdisposal."

           Itwastwentyminutes,andtheredshadallfadedintograysbeforeHolmesandthetrainerreappeared.NeverhaveIseensuchachangeashadbeenbroughtaboutinSilasBrowninthatshorttime.Hisfacewasashypale,beadsofperspirationshoneuponhisbrow,andhishandsshookuntilthehunting-cropwaggedlikeabranchinthewind.Hisbullying,overbearingmannerwasallgonetoo,andhecringedalongatmycompanion’ssidelikeadogwithitsmaster.

           "Yourinstructionswillbedone.Itshallallbedone,"saidhe.

           "Theremustbenomistake,"saidHolmes,lookingroundathim.Theotherwincedashereadthemenaceinhiseyes.

           "Oh,no,thereshallbenomistake.Itshallbethere.ShouldIchangeitfirstornot?"

           Holmesthoughtalittleandthenburstoutlaughing."No,don’t,"saidhe,"Ishallwritetoyouaboutit.Notricks,now,or—"

           "Oh,youcantrustme,youcantrustme!"

           "Yes,IthinkIcan.Well,youshallhearfrommeto-morrow."Heturneduponhisheel,disregardingthetremblinghandwhichtheotherheldouttohim,andwesetoffforKing’sPyland.