Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
The Five Orange Pips
SherlockHolmeswaswronginhisconjecture,however,fortherecameastepinthepassageandatappingatthedoor. Hestretchedouthislongarmtoturnthelampawayfromhimselfandtowardsthevacantchairuponwhichanewcomermustsit.
"Comein!"saidhe.
Themanwhoenteredwasyoung,sometwo-and-twentyattheoutside,well-groomedandtrimlyclad,withsomethingofrefinementanddelicacyinhisbearing. Thestreamingumbrellawhichheheldinhishand,andhislongshiningwaterprooftoldofthefierceweatherthroughwhichhehadcome. Helookedabouthimanxiouslyintheglareofthelamp,andIcouldseethathisfacewaspaleandhiseyesheavy,likethoseofamanwhoisweigheddownwithsomegreatanxiety.
"loweyouanapology,"hesaid,raisinghisgoldenpince-neztohiseyes. "ItrustthatIamnotintruding. IfearthatIhavebroughtsometracesofthestormandrainintoyoursnugchamber."
"Givemeyourcoatandumbrella,"saidHolmes. "Theymayresthereonthehookandwillbedrypresently. Youhavecomeupfromthesouth-west,Isee."
"Yes,fromHorsham."
"ThatclayandchalkmixturewhichIseeuponyourtoecapsisquitedistinctive."
"Ihavecomeforadvice."
"Thatiseasilygot."
"Andhelp."
