Возвращение Шерлока Холмса
The Adventure of the Norwood Builder
Somethinginhistonecaughtmyear,andIturnedtolookathim.Anextraordinarychangehadcomeoverhisface.Itwaswrithingwithinwardmerriment.Histwoeyeswereshininglikestars.Itseemedtomethathewasmakingdesperateeffortstorestrainaconvulsiveattackoflaughter.
“Dearme!Dearme!”hesaidatlast.“Well,now,whowouldhavethoughtit?Andhowdeceptiveappearancesmaybe,tobesure!Suchaniceyoungmantolookat!Itisalessontousnottotrustourownjudgment,isitnot,Lestrade?”
“Yes,someofusarealittletoomuchinclinedtobecock-sure,Mr.Holmes,”saidLestrade.Theman’sinsolencewasmaddening,butwecouldnotresentit.
“Whataprovidentialthingthatthisyoungmanshouldpresshisrightthumbagainstthewallintakinghishatfromthepeg!Suchaverynaturalaction,too,ifyoucometothinkofit.”Holmeswasoutwardlycalm,buthiswholebodygaveawriggleofsuppressedexcitementashespoke.
“Bytheway,Lestrade,whomadethisremarkablediscovery?”
“Itwasthehousekeeper,Mrs.Lexington,whodrewthenightconstable’sattentiontoit.”
“Wherewasthenightconstable?”
“Heremainedonguardinthebedroomwherethecrimewascommitted,soastoseethatnothingwastouched.”
“Butwhydidn’tthepoliceseethismarkyesterday?”
“Well,wehadnoparticularreasontomakeacarefulexaminationofthehall.Besides,it’snotinaveryprominentplace,asyousee.”
“No,no—ofcoursenot.
