Спогади Шерлока Холмса
The Stock-Broker’s Clerk
"Yes,Iamnotverywell,"answeredtheother,makingobviouseffortstopullhimselftogetherandlickinghisdrylipsbeforehespoke."Whoarethesegentlemenwhomyouhavebroughtwithyou?"
"OneisMr.Harris,ofBermondsey,andtheotherisMr.Price,ofthistown,"saidourclerkglibly."Theyarefriendsofmineandgentlemenofexperience,buttheyhavebeenoutofaplaceforsomelittletime,andtheyhopedthatperhapsyoumightfindanopeningfortheminthecompany’semployment."
"Verypossibly!verypossibly!"criedMr.Pinnerwithaghastlysmile."Yes,Ihavenodoubtthatweshallbeabletodosomethingforyou.Whatisyourparticularline,Mr.Harris?"
"Iamanaccountant,"saidHolmes.
"Ah,yes,weshallwantsomethingofthesort.Andyou.Mr.Price?"
"Aclerk,"saidI.
"Ihaveeveryhopethatthecompanymayaccommodateyou.Iwillletyouknowaboutitassoonaswecometoanyconclusion.AndnowIbegthatyouwillgo.ForGod’ssakeleavemetomyself!"
Theselastwordswereshotoutofhim,asthoughtheconstraintwhichhewasevidentlysettinguponhimselfhadsuddenlyandutterlyburstasunder.HolmesandIglancedateachother,andHallPycrofttookasteptowardsthetable.
"Youforget,Mr.Pinner,thatIamherebyappointmenttoreceivesomedirectionsfromyou,"saidhe.
"Certainly,Mr.Pycroft,certainly,"theotherresumedinacalmertone.
