Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Stock-Broker’s Clerk
Hispulsewasfeebleandintermittent,buthisbreathinggrewlonger,andtherewasalittleshiveringofhiseyelids,whichshowedathinwhiteslitofballbeneath.
"Ithasbeentouchandgowithhim,"saidI,"buthe’lllivenow.Justopenthatwindow,andhandmethewatercarafe."Iundidhiscollar,pouredthecoldwateroverhisface,andraisedandsankhisarmsuntilhedrewalong,naturalbreath."It’sonlyaquestionoftimenow,"saidIasIturnedawayfromhim.
Holmesstoodbythetable,withhishandsdeepinhistrousers"pocketsandhischinuponhisbreast.
"Isupposeweoughttocallthepoliceinnow,"saidhe."AndyetIconfessthatI’dliketogivethemacompletecasewhentheycome."
"It’sablessedmysterytome,"criedPycroft,scratchinghishead."Whatevertheywantedtobringmeallthewayupherefor,andthen—"
"Pooh!Allthatisclearenough,"saidHolmesimpatiently."Itisthislastsuddenmove."
"Youunderstandtherest,then?"
"Ithinkthatitisfairlyobvious.Whatdoyousay,Watson?"
Ishruggedmyshoulders."ImustconfessthatIamoutofmydepths,"saidI.
"Oh,surelyifyouconsidertheeventsatfirsttheycanonlypointtooneconclusion."
"Whatdoyoumakeofthem?"
"Well,thewholethinghingesupontwopoints.
