Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
A Scandal in Bohemia
"Wedlocksuitsyou,"heremarked. "Ithink,Watson,thatyouhaveputonsevenandahalfpoundssinceIsawyou."
"Seven!"Ianswered.
"Indeed,Ishouldhavethoughtalittlemore. Justatriflemore,Ifancy,Watson. Andinpracticeagain,Iobserve. Youdidnottellmethatyouintendedtogointoharness."
"Then,howdoyouknow?"
"Iseeit,Ideduceit. HowdoIknowthatyouhavebeengettingyourselfverywetlately, andthatyouhaveamostclumsyandcarelessservantgirl?"
"MydearHolmes,"saidI,"thisistoomuch. Youwouldcertainlyhavebeenburned,hadyoulivedafewcenturiesago. ItistruethatIhadacountrywalkonThursdayandcamehomeinadreadfulmess, butasIhavechangedmyclothesIcan’timaginehowyoudeduceit. AstoMaryJane,sheisincorrigible,andmywifehasgivenhernotice, butthere,again,Ifailtoseehowyouworkitout."
Hechuckledtohimselfandrubbedhislong,nervoushandstogether.
"Itissimplicityitself,"saidhe; "myeyestellmethatontheinsideofyourleftshoe, justwherethefirelightstrikesit,theleatherisscoredbysixalmostparallelcuts. Obviouslytheyhavebeencausedbysomeone whohasverycarelesslyscrapedroundtheedgesofthesoleinordertoremovecrustedmudfromit. Hence,yousee,mydoubledeductionthatyouhadbeenoutinvileweather, andthatyouhadaparticularlymalignantboot-slittingspecimenoftheLondonslavey.
