Пригоди Шерлока Холмса

           AsIentered,asallowMalayattendanthadhurriedupwithapipeformeandasupplyofthedrug,beckoningmetoanemptyberth. 

           "Thankyou.Ihavenotcometostay,"saidI."Thereisafriendofminehere,Mr.IsaWhitney,andIwishtospeakwithhim." 

           Therewasamovementandanexclamationfrommyright,andpeeringthroughthegloomIsawWhitney,pale,haggard,andunkempt,staringoutatme. 

           "MyGod!It’sWatson,"saidhe. Hewasinapitiablestateofreaction,witheverynerveinatwitter. "Isay,Watson,whato’clockisit?" 

           "Nearlyeleven." 

           "Ofwhatday?" 

           "OfFriday,June19th." 

           "Goodheavens!IthoughtitwasWednesday.ItisWednesday.Whatd’youwanttofrightenthechapfor?" Hesankhisfaceontohisarmsandbegantosobinahightreblekey. 

           "ItellyouthatitisFriday,man.Yourwifehasbeenwaitingthistwodaysforyou.Youshouldbeashamedofyourself!" 

           "SoIam.Butyou’vegotmixed,Watson,forIhaveonlybeenhereafewhours,threepipes,fourpipes—Iforgethowmany. ButI’llgohomewithyou.Iwouldn’tfrightenKate—poorlittleKate.Givemeyourhand!Haveyouacab?" 

           "Yes,Ihaveonewaiting."