Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Naval Treaty
Herepeatedthatthematterwasoftheutmostimportance,andaddedthatnostepswouldbetakenaboutmyfuture—bywhichhemeans,ofcourse,mydismissal—untilmyhealthwasrestoredandIhadanopportunityofrepairingmymisfortune."
"Well,thatwasreasonableandconsiderate,"saidHolmes."Come,Watson,forwehaveagoodday’sworkbeforeusintown."
Mr.JosephHarrisondroveusdowntothestation,andweweresoonwhirlingupinaPortsmouthtrain.HolmeswassunkinprofoundthoughtandhardlyopenedhismouthuntilwehadpassedClaphamJunction.
"It’saverycheerythingtocomeintoLondonbyanyoftheselineswhichrunhighandallowyoutolookdownuponthehouseslikethis."
Ithoughthewasjoking,fortheviewwassordidenough,buthesoonexplainedhimself.
"Lookatthosebig,isolatedclumpsofbuildingsrisingupabovetheslates,likebrickislandsinalead-colouredsea."
"Theboard-schools."
"Light-houses,myboy!Beaconsofthefuture!Capsuleswithhundredsofbrightlittleseedsineach,outofwhichwillspringthewiser,betterEnglandofthefuture.IsupposethatmanPhelpsdoesnotdrink?"
"Ishouldnotthinkso."
"NorshouldI,butweareboundtotakeeverypossibilityintoaccount.Thepoordevilhascertainlygothimselfintoverydeepwater,andit’saquestionwhetherweshalleverbeabletogethimashore.
