Возвращение Шерлока Холмса
The Adventure of the Three Students
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“WhereisBannisternow?”
“Hewasveryill,poorfellow.Ilefthimcollapsedinthechair.Iwasinsuchahurrytocometoyou.”
“Youleftyourdooropen?”
“Ilockedupthepapersfirst.”
“Thenitamountstothis,Mr.Soames:that,unlesstheIndianstudentrecognizedtherollasbeingproofs,themanwhotamperedwiththemcameuponthemaccidentallywithoutknowingthattheywerethere.”
“Soitseemstome.”
Holmesgaveanenigmaticsmile.
“Well,”saidhe,“letusgoround.Notoneofyourcases,Watson—mental,notphysical.Allright;comeifyouwantto.Now,Mr.Soames—atyourdisposal!”
Thesitting-roomofourclientopenedbyalong,low,latticedwindowontotheancientlichen-tintedcourtoftheoldcollege.AGothicarcheddoorledtoawornstonestaircase.Onthegroundfloorwasthetutor’sroom.Abovewerethreestudents,oneoneachstory.Itwasalreadytwilightwhenwereachedthesceneofourproblem.Holmeshaltedandlookedearnestlyatthewindow.Thenheapproachedit,and,standingontiptoewithhisneckcraned,helookedintotheroom.
“Hemusthaveenteredthroughthedoor.Thereisnoopeningexcepttheonepane,”saidourlearnedguide.
“Dearme!”saidHolmes,andhesmiledinasingularwayasheglancedatourcompanion.“Well,ifthereisnothingtobelearnedhere,wehadbestgoinside.”
Thelecturerunlockedtheouterdoorandusheredusintohisroom.WestoodattheentrancewhileHolmesmadeanexaminationofthecarpet.
“Iamafraidtherearenosignshere,”saidhe.“Onecouldhardlyhopeforanyuponsodryaday.
