Етюд у багряних тонах

Our Advertisement brings a Visitor.

           Teno’clockpassed,andIheardthefootstepsofthemaidastheypatteredofftobed. Eleven,andthemorestatelytreadofthelandladypassedmydoor,boundforthesamedestination. ItwascloseupontwelvebeforeIheardthesharpsoundofhislatch-key. TheinstantheenteredIsawbyhisfacethathehadnotbeensuccessful. Amusementandchagrinseemedtobestrugglingforthemastery,untiltheformersuddenlycarriedtheday,andheburstintoaheartylaugh. 

           “Iwouldn’thavetheScotlandYardersknowitfortheworld,”hecried,droppingintohischair; “Ihavechaffedthemsomuchthattheywouldneverhaveletmeheartheendofit. Icanaffordtolaugh,becauseIknowthatIwillbeevenwiththeminthelongrun.” 

           “Whatisitthen?”Iasked. 

           “Oh,Idon’tmindtellingastoryagainstmyself. Thatcreaturehadgonealittlewaywhenshebegantolimpandshoweverysignofbeingfoot-sore. Presentlyshecametoahalt,andhailedafour-wheelerwhichwaspassing. Imanagedtobeclosetohersoastoheartheaddress,butIneednothavebeensoanxious,forshesangitoutloudenoughtobeheardattheothersideofthestreet,‘Driveto13,DuncanStreet,Houndsditch,’shecried. Thisbeginstolookgenuine,Ithought,andhavingseenhersafelyinside,Iperchedmyselfbehind. That’sanartwhicheverydetectiveshouldbeanexpertat. Well,awaywerattled,andneverdrewreinuntilwereachedthestreetinquestion. Ihoppedoffbeforewecametothedoor,andstrolleddownthestreetinaneasy,loungingway. 

Налаштування
Фон сторінки
Розмір шрифту
Міжрядковий інтервал
Фразові дієслова
Показати / Приховати меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Сторінка 57 з 164