Пригоди Шерлока Холмса

           "Yes,IhavebeendraggingtheSerpentine." 

           "Inheaven’sname,whatfor?" 

           "InsearchofthebodyofLadySt.Simon." 

           SherlockHolmesleanedbackinhischairandlaughedheartily. 

           "HaveyoudraggedthebasinofTrafalgarSquarefountain?"heasked. 

           "Why?Whatdoyoumean?" 

           "Becauseyouhavejustasgoodachanceoffindingthisladyintheoneasintheother." 

           Lestradeshotanangryglanceatmycompanion. "Isupposeyouknowallaboutit,"hesnarled. 

           "Well,Ihaveonlyjustheardthefacts,butmymindismadeup." 

           "Oh,indeed!ThenyouthinkthattheSerpentineplaysnopartinthematter?" 

           "Ithinkitveryunlikely." 

           "Thenperhapsyouwillkindlyexplainhowitisthatwefoundthisinit?" Heopenedhisbagashespoke,andtumbledontothefloorawedding-dressofwateredsilk,apairofwhitesatinshoesandabride’swreathandveil,alldiscolouredandsoakedinwater. "There,"saidhe,puttinganewwedding-ringuponthetopofthepile. "Thereisalittlenutforyoutocrack,MasterHolmes." 

           "Oh,indeed!"saidmyfriend,blowingblueringsintotheair."YoudraggedthemfromtheSerpentine?"