Пригоди Шерлока Холмса

           "Icannotimagine." 

           "Iseemanyobjectionstoanysuchtheory." 

           "AndsodoI.ItispreciselyforthatreasonthatwearegoingtoStokeMoranthisday. Iwanttoseewhethertheobjectionsarefatal,oriftheymaybeexplainedaway. Butwhatinthenameofthedevil!" 

           Theejaculationhadbeendrawnfrommycompanionbythefactthatourdoorhadbeensuddenlydashedopen,andthatahugemanhadframedhimselfintheaperture. Hiscostumewasapeculiarmixtureoftheprofessionalandoftheagricultural,havingablacktop-hat,alongfrock-coat,andapairofhighgaiters,withahunting-cropswinginginhishand. Sotallwashethathishatactuallybrushedthecrossbarofthe-doorway,andhisbreadthseemedtospanitacrossfromsidetoside. Alargeface,searedwithathousandwrinkles,burnedyellowwiththesun,andmarkedwitheveryevilpassion,wasturnedfromonetotheotherofus,whilehisdeep-set,bile-shoteyes,andhishigh,thin,fleshlessnose,gavehimsomewhattheresemblancetoafierceoldbirdofprey. 

           "WhichofyouisHolmes?"askedthisapparition. 

           "Myname,sir;butyouhavetheadvantageofme,"saidmycompanionquietly. 

           "IamDr.GrimesbyRoylott,ofStokeMoran." 

           "Indeed,Doctor,"saidHolmesblandly."Praytakeaseat." 

           "Iwilldonothingofthekind. Mystepdaughterhasbeenhere. Ihavetracedher. Whathasshebeensayingtoyou?"