Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Yellow Face
Thefurnitureandpictureswereofthemostcommonandvulgardescription,saveintheonechamberatthewindowofwhichIhadseenthestrangeface.Thatwascomfortableandelegant,andallmysuspicionsroseintoafierce,bitterflamewhenIsawthatonthemantelpiecestoodacopyofafull-lengthphotographofmywife,whichhadbeentakenatmyrequestonlythreemonthsago.
"Istayedlongenoughtomakecertainthatthehousewasabsolutelyempty.ThenIleftit,feelingaweightatmyheartsuchasIhadneverhadbefore.MywifecameoutintothehallasIenteredmyhouse;butIwastoohurtandangrytospeakwithher,and,pushingpasther,Imademywayintomystudy.Shefollowedme,however,beforeIcouldclosethedoor.
"‘IamsorrythatIbrokemypromise,Jack,"saidshe,‘butifyouknewallthecircumstancesIamsurethatyouwouldforgiveme.’
"‘Tellmeeverything,then,"saidI.
"‘Icannot,Jack,Icannot,"shecried.
"‘Untilyoutellmewhoitisthathasbeenlivinginthatcottage,andwhoitistowhomyouhavegiventhatphotograph,therecanneverbeanyconfidencebetweenus,"saidI,andbreakingawayfromherIleftthehouse.Thatwasyesterday,Mr.Holmes,andIhavenotseenhersince,nordoIknowanythingmoreaboutthisstrangebusiness.Itisthefirstshadowthathascomebetweenus,andithassoshakenmethatIdonotknowwhatIshoulddoforthebest.
