Спогади Шерлока Холмса
The Final Problem
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AtCanterbury,therefore,wealighted,onlytofindthatweshouldhavetowaitanhourbeforewecouldgetatraintoNewhaven.
Iwasstilllookingratherruefullyaftertherapidlydisappearingluggage-vanwhichcontainedmywardrobe,whenHolmespulledmysleeveandpointeduptheline.
"Already,yousee,"saidhe.
Faraway,fromamongtheKentishwoodsthereroseathinsprayofsmoke.Aminutelateracarriageandenginecouldbeseenflyingalongtheopencurvewhichleadstothestation.Wehadhardlytimetotakeourplacebehindapileofluggagewhenitpassedwitharattleandaroar,beatingablastofhotairintoourfaces.
"Therehegoes,"saidHolmes,aswewatchedthecarriageswingandrockoverthepoints."Therearelimits,yousee,toourfriend’sintelligence.Itwouldhavebeenacoup-de-maitrehadhededucedwhatIwoulddeduceandactedaccordingly."
"Andwhatwouldhehavedonehadheovertakenus?"
"Therecannotbetheleastdoubtthathewouldhavemadeamurderousattackuponme.Itis,however,agameatwhichtwomayplay.Thequestionnowiswhetherweshouldtakeaprematurelunchhere,orrunourchanceofstarvingbeforewereachthebuffetatNewhaven."
WemadeourwaytoBrusselsthatnightandspenttwodaysthere,movingonuponthethirddayasfarasStrasbourg.
