Спогади Шерлока Холмса
The Stock-Broker’s Clerk
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"WemustwiretoMawson’s."
"TheyshutattwelveonSaturdays."
"Nevermind.Theremaybesomedoor-keeperorattendant—"
"Ah,yes,theykeepapermanentguardthereonaccountofthevalueofthesecuritiesthattheyhold.IrememberhearingittalkedofintheCity."
"Verygood,weshallwiretohimandseeifalliswell,andifaclerkofyournameisworkingthere.Thatisclearenough,butwhatisnotsocleariswhyatsightofusoneoftheroguesshouldinstantlywalkoutoftheroomandhanghimself."
"Thepaper!"croakedavoicebehindus.Themanwassittingup,blanchedandghastly,withreturningreasoninhiseyes,andhandswhichrubbednervouslyatthebroadredbandwhichstillencircledhisthroat.
"Thepaper!Ofcourse!"yelledHolmesinaparoxysmofexcitement."IdiotthatIwas!Ithoughtsomuchofourvisitthatthepaperneverenteredmyheadforaninstant.Tobesure,thesecretmustliethere."Heflatteneditoutuponthetable,andacryoftriumphburstfromhislips."Lookatthis,Watson,"hecried."ItisaLondonpaper,anearlyeditionoftheEveningStandard.Hereiswhatwewant.Lookattheheadlines:‘CrimeintheCity.MurderatMawson&Williams’s.GiganticAttemptedRobbery.CaptureoftheCriminal."Here,Watson,weareallequallyanxioustohearit,sokindlyreaditaloudtous.
