Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle
"Mr.HenryBaker,Ibelieve,"saidhe,risingfromhisarmchairandgreetinghisvisitorwiththeeasyairofgenialitywhichhecouldsoreadilyassume. "Praytakethischairbythefire,Mr.Baker. Itisacoldnight,andIobservethatyourcirculationismoreadaptedforsummerthanforwinter. Ah,Watson,youhavejustcomeattherighttime. Isthatyourhat,Mr.Baker?"
"Yes,sir,thatisundoubtedlymyhat."
Hewasalargemanwithroundedshoulders,amassivehead,andabroad,intelligentface,slopingdowntoapointedbeardofgrizzledbrown. Atouchofredinnoseandcheeks,withaslighttremorofhisextendedhand,recalledHolmes’ssurmiseastohishabits. Hisrustyblackfrock-coatwasbuttonedrightupinfront,withthecollarturnedup,andhislankwristsprotrudedfromhissleeveswithoutasignofcufforshirt. Hespokeinaslowstaccatofashion,choosinghiswordswithcare,andgavetheimpressiongenerallyofamanoflearningandletterswhohadhadill-usageatthehandsoffortune.
"Wehaveretainedthesethingsforsomedays,"saidHolmes,"becauseweexpectedtoseeanadvertisementfromyougivingyouraddress. Iamatalosstoknownowwhyyoudidnotadvertise."
Ourvisitorgavearathershamefacedlaugh. "Shillingshavenotbeensoplentifulwithmeastheyoncewere,"heremarked. "Ihadnodoubtthatthegangofroughswhoassaultedmehadcarriedoffbothmyhatandthebird. Ididnotcaretospendmoremoneyinahopelessattemptatrecoveringthem."
"Verynaturally.Bytheway,aboutthebird,wewerecompelledtoeatit."
"Toeatit!"Ourvisitorhalfrosefromhischairinhisexcitement.
