Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
A Scandal in Bohemia
Irose,and,makingmyexcuses,escapedfromthehouse. Ihesitatedwhethertoattempttosecurethephotographatonce;butthecoachmanhadcomein,andashewaswatchingmenarrowlyitseemedsafertowait. Alittleover-precipitancemayruinall."
"Andnow?"Iasked.
"Ourquestispracticallyfinished. IshallcallwiththeKingto-morrow,andwithyou,ifyoucaretocomewithus. Wewillbeshownintothesitting-roomtowaitforthelady;butitisprobablethatwhenshecomesshemayfindneitherusnorthephotograph. ItmightbeasatisfactiontohisMajestytoregainitwithhisownhands." "Andwhenwillyoucall?"
"Ateightinthemorning. Shewillnotbeup,sothatweshallhaveaclearfield. Besides,wemustbeprompt,forthismarriagemaymeanacompletechangeinherlifeandhabits. ImustwiretotheKingwithoutdelay."
WehadreachedBakerStreetandhadstoppedatthedoor. Hewassearchinghispocketsforthekeywhensomeonepassingsaid:
"Good-night,MisterSherlockHolmes."
Therewereseveralpeopleonthepavementatthetime,butthegreetingappearedtocomefromaslimyouthinanulsterwhohadhurriedby.
"I’veheardthatvoicebefore,"saidHolmes,staringdownthedimlylitstreet. "Now,Iwonderwhothedeucethatcouldhavebeen."
