Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle
Hespranground,andIcouldseeinthegas-lightthateveryvestigeofcolourhadbeendrivenfromhisface.
"Whoareyou,then?Whatdoyouwant?"heaskedinaquaveringvoice.
"Youwillexcuseme,"saidHolmesblandly,"butIcouldnothelpoverhearingthequestionswhichyouputtothesalesmanjustnow. IthinkthatIcouldbeofassistancetoyou."
"You?Whoareyou?Howcouldyouknowanythingofthematter?"
"MynameisSherlockHolmes.Itismybusinesstoknowwhatotherpeopledon’tknow."
"Butyoucanknownothingofthis?"
"Excuseme,Iknoweverythingofit. YouareendeavouringtotracesomegeesewhichweresoldbyMrs.Oakshott,ofBrixtonRoad,toasalesmannamedBreckinridge,byhiminturntoMr.Windigate,oftheAlpha,andbyhimtohisclub,ofwhichMr.HenryBakerisamember."
"Oh,sir,youaretheverymanwhomIhavelongedtomeet,"criedthelittlefellowwithoutstretchedhandsandquiveringfingers. "IcanhardlyexplaintoyouhowinterestedIaminthismatter."
SherlockHolmeshailedafour-wheelerwhichwaspassing. "Inthatcasewehadbetterdiscussitinacosyroomratherthaninthiswind-sweptmarket-place,"saidhe. "Butpraytellme,beforewegofarther,whoitisthatIhavethepleasureofassisting."
Themanhesitatedforaninstant. "MynameisJohnRobinson,"heansweredwithasidelongglance.
