Возвращение Шерлока Холмса

The Adventure of the Priory School

           Hehadhadoneofthoseviolentstrainsoftheanklewhichleaveamanhelpless.Withdifficultyhelimpeduptothedoor,whereasquat,dark,elderlymanwassmokingablackclaypipe.

           “Howareyou,Mr.ReubenHayes?”saidHolmes.

           “Whoareyou,andhowdoyougetmynamesopat?”thecountrymananswered,withasuspiciousflashofapairofcunningeyes.

           “Well,it’sprintedontheboardaboveyourhead.It’seasytoseeamanwhoismasterofhisownhouse.Isupposeyouhaven’tsuchathingasacarriageinyourstables?”

           “No,Ihavenot.”

           “Icanhardlyputmyfoottotheground.”

           “Don’tputittotheground.”

           “ButIcan’twalk.”

           “Well,thenhop.”

           Mr.ReubenHayes’smannerwasfarfromgracious,butHolmestookitwithadmirablegood-humour.

           “Lookhere,myman,”saidhe.“Thisisreallyratheranawkwardfixforme.Idon’tmindhowIgeton.”

           “NeitherdoI,”saidthemoroselandlord.

           “Thematterisveryimportant.Iwouldofferyouasovereignfortheuseofabicycle.”

           Thelandlordprickeduphisears.

           “Wheredoyouwanttogo?”

           “ToHoldernesseHall.”

           “PalsoftheDook,Isuppose?”saidthelandlord,surveyingourmud-stainedgarmentswithironicaleyes.

           Holmeslaughedgood-naturedly.

           “He’llbegladtoseeus,anyhow.”

           “Why?”

           “Becausewebringhimnewsofhislostson.”

           Thelandlordgaveaveryvisiblestart.

           “What,you’reonhistrack?”

           “HehasbeenheardofinLiverpool.Theyexpecttogethimeveryhour.”

           Againaswiftchangepassedovertheheavy,unshavenface.Hismannerwassuddenlygenial.

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