Повернення Шерлока Холмса
The Adventure of the Three Students
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ItwastheIndian,whosedarksilhouetteappearedsuddenlyuponhisblind.Hewaspacingswiftlyupanddownhisroom.
“Ishouldliketohaveapeepateachofthem,”saidHolmes.“Isitpossible?”
“Nodifficultyintheworld,”Soamesanswered.“Thissetofroomsisquitetheoldestinthecollege,anditisnotunusualforvisitorstogooverthem.Comealong,andIwillpersonallyconductyou.”
“Nonames,please!”saidHolmes,asweknockedatGilchrist’sdoor.Atall,flaxen-haired,slimyoungfellowopenedit,andmadeuswelcomewhenheunderstoodourerrand.Thereweresomereallycuriouspiecesofmediævaldomesticarchitecturewithin.Holmeswassocharmedwithoneofthemthatheinsistedondrawingitinhisnotebook,brokehispencil,hadtoborrowonefromourhostandfinallyborrowedaknifetosharpenhisown.ThesamecuriousaccidenthappenedtohimintheroomsoftheIndian—asilent,little,hook-nosedfellow,whoeyedusaskance,andwasobviouslygladwhenHolmes’sarchitecturalstudieshadcometoanend.IcouldnotseethatineithercaseHolmeshadcomeupontheclueforwhichhewassearching.Onlyatthethirddidourvisitproveabortive.Theouterdoorwouldnotopentoourknock,andnothingmoresubstantialthanatorrentofbadlanguagecamefrombehindit.“Idon’tcarewhoyouare.Youcangotoblazes!”roaredtheangryvoice.“Tomorrow’stheexam,andIwon’tbedrawnbyanyone.”
“Arudefellow,”saidourguide,flushingwithangeraswewithdrewdownthestair.
