Возвращение Шерлока Холмса
The Adventure of the Abbey Grange
TheRandallgangwerearrestedinNewYorkthismorning.”
“Dearme,Hopkins!ThatiscertainlyratheragainstyourtheorythattheycommittedamurderinKentlastnight.”
“Itisfatal,Mr.Holmes—absolutelyfatal.Still,thereareothergangsofthreebesidestheRandalls,oritmaybesomenewgangofwhichthepolicehaveneverheard.”
“Quiteso,itisperfectlypossible.What,areyouoff?”
“Yes,Mr.Holmes,thereisnorestformeuntilIhavegottothebottomofthebusiness.Isupposeyouhavenohinttogiveme?”
“Ihavegivenyouone.”
“Which?”
“Well,Isuggestedablind.”
“Butwhy,Mr.Holmes,why?”
“Ah,that’sthequestion,ofcourse.ButIcommendtheideatoyourmind.Youmightpossiblyfindthattherewassomethinginit.Youwon’tstopfordinner?Well,good-bye,andletusknowhowyougeton.”
Dinnerwasover,andthetableclearedbeforeHolmesalludedtothematteragain.Hehadlithispipeandheldhisslipperedfeettothecheerfulblazeofthefire.Suddenlyhelookedathiswatch.
“Iexpectdevelopments,Watson.”
“When?”
“Now—withinafewminutes.IdaresayyouthoughtIactedratherbadlytoStanleyHopkinsjustnow?”
“Itrustyourjudgment.”
“Averysensiblereply,Watson.Youmustlookatitthisway:whatIknowisunofficial,whatheknowsisofficial.Ihavetherighttoprivatejudgment,buthehasnone.Hemustdiscloseall,orheisatraitortohisservice.InadoubtfulcaseIwouldnotputhiminsopainfulaposition,andsoIreservemyinformationuntilmyownmindisclearuponthematter.
