Возвращение Шерлока Холмса
The Adventure of the Norwood Builder
JonasOldacreledmeintohisbedroom,inwhichtherestoodaheavysafe.Thisheopenedandtookoutamassofdocuments,whichwewentovertogether.Itwasbetweenelevenandtwelvewhenwefinished.Heremarkedthatwemustnotdisturbthehousekeeper.HeshowedmeoutthroughhisownFrenchwindow,whichhadbeenopenallthistime.”
“Wastheblinddown?”askedHolmes.
“Iwillnotbesure,butIbelievethatitwasonlyhalfdown.Yes,Irememberhowhepulleditupinordertoswingopenthewindow.Icouldnotfindmystick,andhesaid,‘Nevermind,myboy,Ishallseeagooddealofyounow,Ihope,andIwillkeepyourstickuntilyoucomebacktoclaimit.’Ilefthimthere,thesafeopen,andthepapersmadeupinpacketsuponthetable.ItwassolatethatIcouldnotgetbacktoBlackheath,soIspentthenightattheAnerleyArms,andIknewnothingmoreuntilIreadofthishorribleaffairinthemorning.”
“Anythingmorethatyouwouldliketoask,Mr.Holmes?”saidLestrade,whoseeyebrowshadgoneuponceortwiceduringthisremarkableexplanation.
“NotuntilIhavebeentoBlackheath.”
“YoumeantoNorwood,”saidLestrade.
“Oh,yes,nodoubtthatiswhatImusthavemeant,”saidHolmes,withhisenigmaticalsmile.Lestradehadlearnedbymoreexperiencesthanhewouldcaretoacknowledgethatthatbraincouldcutthroughthatwhichwasimpenetrabletohim.Isawhimlookcuriouslyatmycompanion.
“IthinkIshouldliketohaveawordwithyoupresently,Mr.SherlockHolmes,”saidhe.“Now,Mr.
