Возвращение Шерлока Холмса

The Adventure of the Golden Pince-Nez

           

           StanleyHopkinshadlaidhishanduponherarmandclaimedherashisprisoner,butshewavedhimasidegently,andyetwithanover-masteringdignitywhichcompelledobedience.Theoldmanlaybackinhischairwithatwitchingface,andstaredatherwithbroodingeyes.

           “Yes,sir,Iamyourprisoner,”shesaid.“FromwhereIstoodIcouldheareverything,andIknowthatyouhavelearnedthetruth.Iconfessitall.ItwasIwhokilledtheyoungman.Butyouareright—youwhosayitwasanaccident.IdidnotevenknowthatitwasaknifewhichIheldinmyhand,forinmydespairIsnatchedanythingfromthetableandstruckathimtomakehimletmego.ItisthetruththatItell.”

           “Madam,”saidHolmes,“Iamsurethatitisthetruth.Ifearthatyouarefarfromwell.”

           Shehadturnedadreadfulcolour,themoreghastlyunderthedarkdust-streaksuponherface.Sheseatedherselfonthesideofthebed;thensheresumed.

           “Ihaveonlyalittletimehere,”shesaid,“butIwouldhaveyoutoknowthewholetruth.Iamthisman’swife.HeisnotanEnglishman.HeisaRussian.HisnameIwillnottell.”

           Forthefirsttimetheoldmanstirred.“Godblessyou,Anna!”hecried.“Godblessyou!”

           Shecastalookofthedeepestdisdaininhisdirection.“Whyshouldyouclingsohardtothatwretchedlifeofyours,Sergius?”saidshe.“Ithasdoneharmtomanyandgoodtonone—noteventoyourself.However,itisnotformetocausethefrailthreadtobesnappedbeforeGod’stime.IhaveenoughalreadyuponmysoulsinceIcrossedthethresholdofthiscursedhouse.

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