Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle
"Somuchso,"Iremarked,"thatofthelastsixcaseswhichIhaveaddedtomynotes,threehavebeenentirelyfreeofanylegalcrime."
"Precisely. YoualludetomyattempttorecovertheIreneAdlerpapers,tothesingularcaseofMissMarySutherland,andtotheadventureofthemanwiththetwistedlip. Well,Ihavenodoubtthatthissmallmatterwillfallintothesameinnocentcategory. YouknowPeterson,thecommissionaire?"
"Yes."
"Itistohimthatthistrophybelongs."
"Itishishat."
"No,no,hefoundit. Itsownerisunknown. Ibegthatyouwilllookuponitnotasabatteredbillycockbutasanintellectualproblem. And,first,astohowitcamehere. ItarriveduponChristmasmorning,incompanywithagoodfatgoose,whichis,Ihavenodoubt,roastingatthismomentinfrontofPeterson’sfire. Thefactsarethese: aboutfouro’clockonChristmasmorning,Peterson,who,asyouknow,isaveryhonestfellow,wasreturningfromsomesmalljollificationandwasmakinghiswayhomewarddownTottenhamCourtRoad. Infrontofhimhesaw,inthegaslight,atallishman,walkingwithaslightstagger,andcarryingawhitegooseslungoverhisshoulder. AshereachedthecornerofGoodgeStreet,arowbrokeoutbetweenthisstrangerandalittleknotofroughs. Oneofthelatterknockedofftheman’shat,onwhichheraisedhissticktodefendhimselfand,swingingitoverhishead,smashedtheshopwindowbehindhim. Petersonhadrushedforwardtoprotectthestrangerfromhisassailants;buttheman,shockedathavingbrokenthewindow,andseeinganofficial-lookingpersoninuniformrushingtowardshim,droppedhisgoose,tooktohisheels,andvanishedamidthelabyrinthofsmallstreetswhichlieatthebackofTottenhamCourtRoad.
