Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Final Problem
Thentheseareyourinstructions,andIbeg,mydearWatson,thatyouwillobeythemtotheletter,foryouarenowplayingadouble-handedgamewithmeagainstthecleverestrogueandthemostpowerfulsyndicateofcriminalsinEurope.Nowlisten!YouwilldispatchwhateverluggageyouintendtotakebyatrustymessengerunaddressedtoVictoriato-night.Inthemorningyouwillsendforahansom,desiringyourmantotakeneitherthefirstnorthesecondwhichmaypresentitself.Intothishansomyouwilljump,andyouwilldrivetotheStrandendoftheLowtherArcade,handingtheaddresstothecabmanuponaslipofpaper,witharequestthathewillnotthrowitaway.Haveyourfareready,andtheinstantthatyourcabstops,dashthroughtheArcade,timingyourselftoreachtheothersideataquarter-pastnine.Youwillfindasmallbroughamwaitingclosetothecurb,drivenbyafellowwithaheavyblackcloaktippedatthecollarwithred.Intothisyouwillstep,andyouwillreachVictoriaintimefortheContinentalexpress."
"WhereshallImeetyou?"
"Atthestation.Thesecondfirst-classcarriagefromthefrontwillbereservedforus."
"Thecarriageisourrendezvous,then?"
"Yes."
ItwasinvainthatIaskedHolmestoremainfortheevening.Itwasevidenttomethathethoughthemightbringtroubletotheroofhewasunder,andthatthatwasthemotivewhichimpelledhimtogo.
