Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
The Boscombe Valley Mystery
No,sir,Ishallapproachthiscasefromthepointofviewthatwhatthisyoungmansaysistrue,andweshallseewhitherthathypothesiswillleadus. AndnowhereismypocketPetrarch,andnotanotherwordshallIsayofthiscaseuntilweareonthesceneofaction. WelunchatSwindon,andIseethatweshallbethereintwentyminutes."
Itwasnearlyfouro’clockwhenweatlast,afterpassingthroughthebeautifulStroudValley,andoverthebroadgleamingSevern,foundourselvesattheprettylittlecountry-townofRoss. Alean,ferret-likeman,furtiveandsly-looking,waswaitingforusupontheplatform. Inspiteofthelightbrowndustcoatandleather-leggingswhichheworeindeferencetohisrusticsurroundings,IhadnodifficultyinrecognizingLestrade,ofScotlandYard. WithhimwedrovetotheHerefordArmswherearoomhadalreadybeenengagedforus.
"Ihaveorderedacarriage,"saidLestradeaswesatoveracupoftea. "Iknewyourenergeticnature,andthatyouwouldnotbehappyuntilyouhadbeenonthesceneofthecrime."
"Itwasveryniceandcomplimentaryofyou,"Holmesanswered. "Itisentirelyaquestionofbarometricpressure."
Lestradelookedstartled. "Idonotquitefollow,"hesaid.
"Howistheglass? Twenty-nine,Isee.Nowind,andnotacloudinthesky. Ihaveacasefulofcigarettesherewhichneedsmoking,andthesofaisverymuchsuperiortotheusualcountryhotelabomination. IdonotthinkthatitisprobablethatIshallusethecarriageto-night."
Lestradelaughedindulgently. "Youhave,nodoubt,alreadyformedyourconclusionsfromthenewspapers,"hesaid.