Спогади Шерлока Холмса
The Final Problem
Itwasalovelytrip,thedaintygreenofthespringbelow,thevirginwhiteofthewinterabove;butitwascleartomethatneverforoneinstantdidHolmesforgettheshadowwhichlayacrosshim.InthehomelyAlpinevillagesorinthelonelymountainpasses,Icouldstilltellbyhisquickglancingeyesandhissharpscrutinyofeveryfacethatpassedus,thathewaswellconvincedthat,walkwherewewould,wecouldnotwalkourselvesclearofthedangerwhichwasdoggingourfootsteps
Once,Iremember,aswepassedovertheGemmi,andwalkedalongtheborderofthemelancholyDaubensee,alargerockwhichhadbeendislodgedfromtheridgeuponourrightclattereddownandroaredintothelakebehindus.InaninstantHolmeshadracedupontotheridge,and,standinguponaloftypinnacle,cranedhisneckineverydirection.Itwasinvainthatourguideassuredhimthatafallofstoneswasacommonchanceinthespringtimeatthatspot.Hesaidnothing,buthesmiledatmewiththeairofamanwhoseesthefulfilmentofthatwhichhehadexpected.
Andyetforallhiswatchfulnesshewasneverdepressed.Onthecontrary,Icanneverrecollecthavingseenhiminsuchexuberantspirits.AgainandagainherecurredtothefactthatifhecouldbeassuredthatsocietywasfreedfromProfessorMoriartyhewouldcheerfullybringhisowncareertoaconclusion.
"IthinkthatImaygosofarastosay,Watson,thatIhavenotlivedwhollyinvain,"heremarked.
