Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Yellow Face
Willmeettheseven-o’clocktrainandwilltakenostepsuntilyouarrive.
Hewaswaitingontheplatformwhenwesteppedout,andwecouldseeinthelightofthestationlampsthathewasverypale,andquiveringwithagitation.
"Theyarestillthere,Mr.Holmes,"saidhe,layinghishandharduponmyfriend’ssleeve."IsawlightsinthecottageasIcamedown.Weshallsettleitnowonceandforall."
"Whatisyourplan,then?"askedHolmesashewalkeddownthedarktree-linedroad.
"Iamgoingtoforcemywayinandseeformyselfwhoisinthehouse.Iwishyoubothtobethereaswitnesses."
"Youarequitedeterminedtodothisinspiteofyourwife’swarningthatitisbetterthatyoushouldnotsolvethemystery?"
"Yes,Iamdetermined."
"Well,Ithinkthatyouareintheright.Anytruthisbetterthanindefinitedoubt.Wehadbettergoupatonce.Ofcourse,legally,weareputtingourselveshopelesslyinthewrong;butIthinkthatitisworthit."
Itwasaverydarknight,andathinrainbegantofallasweturnedfromthehighroadintoanarrowlane,deeplyrutted,withhedgesoneitherside.Mr.GrantMunropushedimpatientlyforward,however,andwestumbledafterhimasbestwecould.
"Therearethelightsofmyhouse,"hemurmured,pointingtoaglimmeramongthetrees."AndhereisthecottagewhichIamgoingtoenter.
