Пригоди Шерлока Холмса

           Seethatlightamongthetrees? ThatisTheCedars,andbesidethatlampsitsawomanwhoseanxiousearshavealready,Ihavelittledoubt,caughttheclinkofourhorse’sfeet." 

           "ButwhyareyounotconductingthecasefromBakerStreet?"Iasked. 

           "Becausetherearemanyinquirieswhichmustbemadeouthere. Mrs.St.Clairhasmostkindlyputtworoomsatmydisposal,andyoumayrestassuredthatshewillhavenothingbutawelcomeformyfriendandcolleague. Ihatetomeether,Watson,whenIhavenonewsofherhusband. Hereweare. Whoa,there,whoa!" 

           Wehadpulledupinfrontofalargevillawhichstoodwithinitsowngrounds. Astable-boyhadrunouttothehorse’shead,andspringingdownIfollowedHolmesupthesmall,windinggravel-drivewhichledtothehouse. Asweapproached,thedoorflewopen,andalittleblondewomanstoodintheopening,cladinsomesortoflightmousselinedesoie,withatouchoffluffypinkchiffonatherneckandwrists. Shestoodwithherfigureoutlinedagainstthefloodoflight,onehanduponthedoor,onehalf-raisedinhereagerness,herbodyslightlybent,herheadandfaceprotruded,witheagereyesandpartedlips,astandingquestion. 

           "Well?"shecried,"well?" Andthen,seeingthatthereweretwoofus,shegaveacryofhopewhichsankintoagroanasshesawthatmycompanionshookhisheadandshruggedhisshoulders. 

           "Nogoodnews?" 

           "None." 

           "Nobad?"