Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Greek Interpreter
Itissolonelyuptherewithonly—Oh,myGod,itisPaul!’
"TheselastwordswereinGreek,andatthesameinstantthemanwithaconvulsiveefforttoretheplasterfromhislips,andscreamingout‘Sophy!Sophy!"rushedintothewoman’sarms.Theirembracewasbutforaninstant,however,fortheyoungermanseizedthewomanandpushedheroutoftheroom,whiletheeldereasilyoverpoweredhisemaciatedvictimanddraggedhimawaythroughtheotherdoor.ForamomentIwasleftaloneintheroom,andIsprangtomyfeetwithsomevagueideathatImightinsomewaygetacluetowhatthishousewasinwhichIfoundmyself.Fortunately,however,Itooknosteps,forlookingupIsawthattheoldermanwasstandinginthedoorway,withhiseyesfixeduponme.
"‘Thatwilldo,Mr.Melas,"saidhe.‘Youperceivethatwehavetakenyouintoourconfidenceoversomeveryprivatebusiness.Weshouldnothavetroubledyou,onlythatourfriendwhospeaksGreekandwhobeganthesenegotiationshasbeenforcedtoreturntotheEast.Itwasquitenecessaryforustofindsomeonetotakehisplace,andwewerefortunateinhearingofyourpowers.’
"Ibowed.
"‘Therearefivesovereignshere,"saidhe,walkinguptome,‘whichwill,Ihope,beasufficientfee.
