Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Stock-Broker’s Clerk
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SherlockHolmesrubbedhishandswithdelight,andIstaredwithastonishmentatourclient.
"Youmaywelllooksurprised,Dr.Watson,butitisthisway,"saidhe:"WhenIwasspeakingtotheotherchapinLondon,atthetimethathelaughedatmynotgoingtoMawson’s,Ihappenedtonoticethathistoothwasstuffedinthisveryidenticalfashion.Theglintofthegoldineachcasecaughtmyeye,yousee.WhenIputthatwiththevoiceandfigurebeingthesame,andonlythosethingsalteredwhichmightbechangedbyarazororawig,Icouldnotdoubtthatitwasthesameman.Ofcourseyouexpecttwobrotherstobealike,butnotthattheyshouldhavethesametoothstuffedinthesameway.Hebowedmeout,andIfoundmyselfinthestreet,hardlyknowingwhetherIwasonmyheadormyheels.BackIwenttomyhotel,putmyheadinabasinofcoldwater,andtriedtothinkitout.WhyhadhesentmefromLondontoBirmingham?Whyhadhegottherebeforeme?Andwhyhadhewrittenaletterfromhimselftohimself?Itwasaltogethertoomuchforme,andIcouldmakenosenseofit.AndthensuddenlyitstruckmethatwhatwasdarktomemightbeverylighttoMr.SherlockHolmes.Ihadjusttimetogetuptotownbythenighttraintoseehimthismorning,andtobringyoubothbackwithmetoBirmingham."
Therewasapauseafterthestock-broker’sclerkhadconcludedhissurprisingexperience.
