Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса

           Shetooknoliquid,astherewasawater-tapinthestables,anditwastherulethattheladondutyshoulddrinknothingelse.Themaidcarriedalanternwithher,asitwasverydarkandthepathranacrosstheopenmoor.

           "EdithBaxterwaswithinthirtyyardsofthestableswhenamanappearedoutofthedarknessandcalledtohertostop.Asshesteppedintothecircleofyellowlightthrownbythelanternshesawthathewasapersonofgentlemanlybearing,dressedinagraysuitoftweeds,withaclothcap.Heworegaitersandcarriedaheavystickwithaknobtoit.Shewasmostimpressed,however,bytheextremepallorofhisfaceandbythenervousnessofhismanner.Hisage,shethought,wouldberatheroverthirtythanunderit.

           "CanyoutellmewhereIam?"heasked.‘IhadalmostmadeupmymindtosleeponthemoorwhenIsawthelightofyourlantern.’

           "YouareclosetotheKing’sPylandtrainingstables,"saidshe.

           "Oh,indeed!Whatastrokeofluck!"hecried.‘Iunderstandthatastable-boysleepstherealoneeverynight.Perhapsthatishissupperwhichyouarecarryingtohim.NowIamsurethatyouwouldnotbetooproudtoearnthepriceofanewdress,wouldyou?"Hetookapieceofwhitepaperfoldedupoutofhiswaistcoatpocket.‘Seethattheboyhasthisto-night,andyoushallhavetheprettiestfrockthatmoneycanbuy.