Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Stock-Broker’s Clerk
Inhewalked,amiddle-sizeddark-haired,dark-eyed,black-beardedman,withatouchofthesheenyabouthisnose.Hehadabriskkindofwaywithhimandspokesharply,likeamanwhoknewthevalueoftime.
"‘Mr.HallPycroft,Ibelieve?"saidhe.
"‘Yes,sir,"Ianswered,pushingachairtowardshim.
"‘LatelyengagedatCoxon&Woodhouse’s?’
"‘Yes,sir.’
"‘AndnowonthestaffofMawson’s.’
"‘Quiteso.’
"‘Well."saidhe,‘thefactisthatIhaveheardsomereallyextraordinarystoriesaboutyourfinancialability.YourememberParker,whousedtobeCoxon’smanager.Hecanneversayenoughaboutit.’
"OfcourseIwaspleasedtohearthis.Ihadalwaysbeenprettysharpintheoffice,butIhadneverdreamedthatIwastalkedaboutintheCityinthisfashion.
"‘Youhaveagoodmemory?"saidhe.
"‘Prettyfair,"Iansweredmodestly.
"‘Haveyoukeptintouchwiththemarketwhileyouhavebeenoutofwork?"heasked.
"‘Yes.Ireadthestock-exchangelisteverymorning.’
"‘Nowthatshowsrealapplication!"hecried.‘Thatisthewaytoprosper!Youwon’tmindmytestingyou,willyou?Letmesee.HowareAyrshires?’
"‘Ahundredandsixandaquartertoahundredandfiveandseven-eighths.
