Пригоди Шерлока Холмса

           "Andheisamanwithawoodenleg?" 

           Somethinglikefearsprangupintheyounglady’sexpressiveblackeyes. "Why,youarelikeamagician,"saidshe. "Howdoyouknowthat?" Shesmiled,buttherewasnoansweringsmileinHolmes’sthin,eagerface. 

           "Ishouldbeverygladnowtogoupstairs,"saidhe. "Ishallprobablywishtogoovertheoutsideofthehouseagain. PerhapsIhadbettertakealookatthelowerwindowsbeforeIgoup." 

           Hewalkedswiftlyroundfromonetotheother,pausingonlyatthelargeonewhichlookedfromthehallontothestablelane. Thisheopenedandmadeaverycarefulexaminationofthesillwithhispowerfulmagnifyinglens. "Nowweshallgoupstairs,"saidheatlast. 

           Thebanker’sdressing-roomwasaplainlyfurnishedlittlechamber,withagraycarpet,alargebureau,andalongmirror. Holmeswenttothebureaufirstandlookedhardatthelock. 

           "Whichkeywasusedtoopenit?"heasked. 

           "Thatwhichmysonhimselfindicated—thatofthecupboardofthelumber-room." 

           "Haveyouithere?" 

           "Thatisitonthedressing-table." 

           SherlockHolmestookitupandopenedthebureau. 

           "Itisanoiselesslock,"saidhe. "Itisnowonderthatitdidnotwakeyou. Thiscase,Ipresume,containsthecoronet. Wemusthavealookatit." Heopenedthecase,andtakingoutthediademhelaidituponthetable.