Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
The Red-headed League
Thenitwasthatthelustofthechasewouldsuddenlycomeuponhim,andthathisbrilliantreasoningpowerwouldrisetothelevelofintuition,untilthosewhowereunacquaintedwithhismethodswouldlookaskanceathimasonamanwhoseknowledgewasnotthatofothermortals. WhenIsawhimthatafternoonsoenwrappedinthemusicatSt.James’sHallIfeltthataneviltimemightbecominguponthosewhomhehadsethimselftohuntdown.
"Youwanttogohome,nodoubt,Doctor,"heremarkedasweemerged.
"Yes,itwouldbeaswell."
"AndIhavesomebusinesstodowhichwilltakesomehours.ThisbusinessatCoburgSquareisserious."
"Whyserious?"
"Aconsiderablecrimeisincontemplation. Ihaveeveryreasontobelievethatweshallbeintimetostopit. Butto-daybeingSaturdayrathercomplicatesmatters. Ishallwantyourhelpto-night."
"Atwhattime?"
"Tenwillbeearlyenough."
"IshallbeatBakerStreetatten."
"Verywell.And,Isay,Doctor,theremaybesomelittledanger,sokindlyputyourarmyrevolverinyourpocket." Hewavedhishand,turnedonhisheel,anddisappearedinaninstantamongthecrowd.
