Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
The Adventure of the Beryl Coronet
"Yes;Iratherthinkheiscomingtoconsultmeprofessionally. IthinkthatIrecognizethesymptoms. Ha!didInottellyou?" Ashespoke,theman,puffingandblowing,rushedatourdoorandpulledatourbelluntilthewholehouseresoundedwiththeclanging.
Afewmomentslaterhewasinourroom,stillpuffing,stillgesticulating,butwithsofixedalookofgriefanddespairinhiseyesthatoursmileswereturnedinaninstanttohorrorandpity. Forawhilehecouldnotgethiswordsout,butswayedhisbodyandpluckedathishairlikeonewhohasbeendriventotheextremelimitsofhisreason. Then,suddenlyspringingtohisfeet,hebeathisheadagainstthewallwithsuchforcethatwebothrusheduponhimandtorehimawaytothecentreoftheroom. SherlockHolmespushedhimdownintotheeasy-chairand,sittingbesidehim,pattedhishandandchattedwithhimintheeasy,soothingtoneswhichheknewsowellhowtoemploy.
"Youhavecometometotellyourstory,haveyounot?"saidhe. "Youarefatiguedwithyourhaste. Praywaituntilyouhaverecoveredyourself,andthenIshallbemosthappytolookintoanylittleproblemwhichyoumaysubmittome."
Themansatforaminuteormorewithaheavingchest,fightingagainsthisemotion. Thenhepassedhishandkerchiefoverhisbrow,sethislipstight,andturnedhisfacetowardsus.
"Nodoubtyouthinkmemad?"saidhe.
"Iseethatyouhavehadsomegreattrouble,"respondedHolmes.
"GodknowsIhave!—atroublewhichisenoughtounseatmyreason,sosuddenandsoterribleisit.
