Приключения Шерлока Холмса

           Headvancedslowlyintotheroom,turninghisheadfromlefttoright,andswinginginhisrighthandthecordwhichheldhisgoldeneyeglasses. 

           "Goodday,LordSt.Simon,"saidHolmes,risingandbowing. "Praytakethebasket-chair. Thisismyfriendandcolleague,Dr.Watson.Drawupalittletothefire,andwewilltalkthismatterover." 

           "Amostpainfulmattertome,asyoucanmostreadilyimagine,Mr.Holmes.Ihavebeencuttothequick. Iunderstandthatyouhavealreadymanagedseveraldelicatecasesofthissortsir,thoughIpresumethattheywerehardlyfromthesameclassofsociety." 

           "No,Iamdescending." 

           "Ibegpardon." 

           "Mylastclientofthesortwasaking." 

           "Oh,really!Ihadnoidea.Andwhichking?" 

           "TheKingofScandinavia." 

           "What!Hadhelosthiswife?" 

           "Youcanunderstand,"saidHolmessuavely,"thatIextendtotheaffairsofmyotherclientsthesamesecrecywhichIpromisetoyouinyours." 

           "Ofcourse!Veryright!veryright!I’msureIbegpardon. Astomyowncase,Iamreadytogiveyouanyinformationwhichmayassistyouinforminganopinion." 

           "Thankyou.Ihavealreadylearnedallthatisinthepublicprints,nothingmore. IpresumethatImaytakeitascorrect—thisarticle,forexample,astothedisappearanceofthebride."