Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса

           Then,havingtakenanotherlookround,Ireturnedtomycarriage,whereIfoundthattheporter,inspiteoftheticket,hadgivenmemydecrepitItalianfriendasatravellingcompanion.Itwasuselessformetoexplaintohimthathispresencewasanintrusion,formyItalianwasevenmorelimitedthanhisEnglish,soIshruggedmyshouldersresignedly,andcontinuedtolookoutanxiouslyformyfriend.Achilloffearhadcomeoverme,asIthoughtthathisabsencemightmeanthatsomeblowhadfallenduringthenight.Alreadythedoorshadallbeenshutandthewhistleblown,when—

           "MydearWatson,"saidavoice,"youhavenotevencondescendedtosaygood-morning."

           Iturnedinuncontrollableastonishment.Theagedecclesiastichadturnedhisfacetowardsme.Foraninstantthewrinklesweresmoothedaway,thenosedrewawayfromthechin,thelowerlipceasedtoprotrudeandthemouthtomumble,thedulleyesregainedtheirfire,thedroopingfigureexpanded.Thenextthewholeframecollapsedagain,andHolmeshadgoneasquicklyashehadcome.

           "Goodheavens!"Icried,"howyoustartledme!"

           "Everyprecautionisstillnecessary,"hewhispered."Ihavereasontothinkthattheyarehotuponourtrail.Ah,thereisMoriartyhimself."

           ThetrainhadalreadybeguntomoveasHolmesspoke.Glancingback,Isawatallmanpushinghiswayfuriouslythroughthecrowd,andwavinghishandasifhedesiredtohavethetrainstopped.