Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
The Five Orange Pips
"No;Ishallbemyownpolice. WhenIhavespunthewebtheymaytaketheflies,butnotbefore."
AlldayIwasengagedinmyprofessionalwork,anditwaslateintheeveningbeforeIreturnedtoBakerStreet. SherlockHolmeshadnotcomebackyet. Itwasnearlyteno’clockbeforeheentered,lookingpaleandworn. Hewalkeduptothesideboard,andtearingapiecefromtheloafhedevoureditvoraciously,washingitdownwithalongdraughtofwater.
"Youarehungry,"Iremarked.
"Starving.Ithadescapedmymemory.Ihavehadnothingsincebreakfast."
"Nothing?"
"Notabite.Ihadnotimetothinkofit."
"Andhowhaveyousucceeded?"
"Well."
"Youhaveaclue?"
"Ihavetheminthehollowofmyhand.YoungOpenshawshallnotlongremainunavenged. Why,Watson,letusputtheirowndevilishtrade-markuponthem.Itiswellthoughtof!"
"Whatdoyoumean?"
Hetookanorangefromthecupboard,andtearingittopieceshesqueezedoutthepipsuponthetable. Ofthesehetookfiveandthrustthemintoanenvelope.Ontheinsideoftheflaphewrote"S.H.forJ.0."Thenhesealeditandaddresseditto"CaptainJamesCalhoun,BarkLoneStar,Savannah,Georgia."
