Пригоди Шерлока Холмса

           "Thatwouldbeunnecessary. Threethousandwillcoverthematter. Andthereisalittlereward,Ifancy. Haveyouyourcheck-book? Hereisapen. Bettermakeitoutfor4000pounds." 

           Withadazedfacethebankermadeouttherequiredcheck. Holmeswalkedovertohisdesk,tookoutalittletriangularpieceofgoldwiththreegemsinit,andthrewitdownuponthetable. 

           Withashriekofjoyourclientclutcheditup. 

           "Youhaveit!"hegasped."Iamsaved!Iamsaved!" 

           Thereactionofjoywasaspassionateashisgriefhadbeen,andhehuggedhisrecoveredgemstohisbosom. 

           "Thereisoneotherthingyouowe,Mr.Holder,"saidSherlockHolmesrathersternly. 

           "Owe!"Hecaughtupapen. "Namethesum,andIwillpayit." 

           "No,thedebtisnottome. Youoweaveryhumbleapologytothatnoblelad,yourson,whohascarriedhimselfinthismatterasIshouldbeproudtoseemyownsondo,shouldIeverchancetohaveone." 

           "ThenitwasnotArthurwhotookthem?" 

           "Itoldyouyesterday,andIrepeatto-day,thatitwasnot." 

           "Youaresureofit!Thenletushurrytohimatoncetolethimknowthatthetruthisknown." 

           "Heknowsitalready. WhenIhadcleareditallupIhadaninterviewwithhim,andfindingthathewouldnottellmethestory,Itoldittohim,onwhichhehadtoconfessthatIwasrightandtoaddtheveryfewdetailswhichwerenotyetquitecleartome. Yournewsofthismorning,however,mayopenhislips."