Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
The Man with the Twisted Lip
"Idonotknowthatthereisanythingelseformetoexplain. Iwasdeterminedtopreservemydisguiseaslongaspossible,andhencemypreferenceforadirtyface. Knowingthatmywifewouldbeterriblyanxious,Islippedoffmyringandconfidedittothelascaratamomentwhennoconstablewaswatchingme,togetherwithahurriedscrawl,tellingherthatshehadnocausetofear."
"Thatnoteonlyreachedheryesterday,"saidHolmes.
"GoodGod!Whataweekshemusthavespent!"
"Thepolicehavewatchedthislascar,"saidInspectorBradstreet,"andIcanquiteunderstandthathemightfinditdifficulttopostaletterunobserved. Probablyhehandedittosomesailorcustomerofhis,whoforgotallaboutitforsomedays."
"Thatwasit,"saidHolmes,noddingapprovingly;"Ihavenodoubtofit. Buthaveyouneverbeenprosecutedforbegging?"
"Manytimes;butwhatwasafinetome?"
"Itmuststophere,however,"saidBradstreet. "Ifthepolicearetohushthisthingup,theremustbenomoreofHughBoone."
"Ihaveswornitbythemostsolemnoathswhichamancantake."
"InthatcaseIthinkthatitisprobablethatnofurtherstepsmaybetaken. Butifyouarefoundagain,thenallmustcomeout. Iamsure,Mr.Holmes,thatweareverymuchindebtedtoyouforhavingclearedthematterup. IwishIknewhowyoureachyourresults."
