Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Final Problem
Buthemerelydrewoutamemorandum-bookinwhichhehadscribbledsomedates.
"‘YoucrossedmypathonthefourthofJanuary,"saidhe.‘Onthetwenty-thirdyouincommodedme;bythemiddleofFebruaryIwasseriouslyinconveniencedbyyou;attheendofMarchIwasabsolutelyhamperedinmyplans;andnow,atthecloseofApril,IfindmyselfplacedinsuchapositionthroughyourcontinualpersecutionthatIaminpositivedangeroflosingmyliberty.Thesituationisbecominganimpossibleone.’
"‘Haveyouanysuggestiontomake?"Iasked.
"‘Youmustdropit,Mr.Holmes,"saidhe,swayinghisfaceabout.‘Youreallymust,youknow.’
"‘AfterMonday,"saidI.
"‘Tut,tut!"saidhe.‘Iamquitesurethatamanofyourintelligencewillseethattherecanbebutoneoutcometothisaffair.Itisnecessarythatyoushouldwithdraw.Youhaveworkedthingsinsuchafashionthatwehaveonlyoneresourceleft.Ithasbeenanintellectualtreattometoseethewayinwhichyouhavegrappledwiththisaffair,andIsay,unaffectedly,thatitwouldbeagrieftometobeforcedtotakeanyextrememeasure.Yousmile,sir,butIassureyouthatitreallywould.
"‘Dangerispartofmytrade,"Iremarked.
"‘Thisisnotdanger,"saidhe.‘Itisinevitabledestruction.
