Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
The Boscombe Valley Mystery
Lestradeshruggedhisshoulders. "Iamafraidthatmycolleaguehasbeenalittlequickinforminghisconclusions,"hesaid.
"Butheisright.Oh!Iknowthatheisright. Jamesneverdidit. Andabouthisquarrelwithhisfather,IamsurethatthereasonwhyhewouldnotspeakaboutittothecoronerwasbecauseIwasconcernedinit."
"Inwhatway?"askedHolmes.
"Itisnotimeformetohideanything. Jamesandhisfatherhadmanydisagreementsaboutme. Mr.McCarthywasveryanxiousthatthereshouldbeamarriagebetweenus. JamesandIhavealwayslovedeachotherasbrotherandsister;butofcourseheisyoungandhasseenverylittleoflifeyet,and—and—well,henaturallydidnotwishtodoanythinglikethatyet. Sotherewerequarrels,andthis,Iamsure,wasoneofthem."
"Andyourfather?"askedHolmes. "Washeinfavourofsuchaunion?"
"No,hewasaversetoitalso. NoonebutMr.McCarthywasinfavourofit." AquickblushpassedoverherfreshyoungfaceasHolmesshotoneofhiskeen,questioningglancesather.
"Thankyouforthisinformation,"saidhe. "MayIseeyourfatherifIcallto-morrow?"
"Iamafraidthedoctorwon’tallowit."
"Thedoctor?"
"Yes,haveyounotheard? Poorfatherhasneverbeenstrongforyearsback,butthishasbrokenhimdowncompletely.