Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
A Scandal in Bohemia
"Apair,bythesound,"saidhe. "Yes,"hecontinued,glancingoutofthewindow. "Anicelittlebroughamandapairofbeauties. Ahundredandfiftyguineasapiece. There’smoneyinthiscase,Watson,ifthereisnothingelse."
"IthinkthatIhadbettergo,Holmes."
"Notabit,Doctor.Staywhereyouare. IamlostwithoutmyBoswell. Andthispromisestobeinteresting. Itwouldbeapitytomissit."
"Butyourclient—"
"Nevermindhim. Imaywantyourhelp,andsomayhe. Herehecomes. Sitdowninthatarmchair,Doctor,andgiveusyourbestattention."
Aslowandheavystep,whichhadbeenhearduponthestairsandinthepassage,pausedimmediatelyoutsidethedoor. Thentherewasaloudandauthoritativetap.
"Comein!"saidHolmes.
Amanenteredwhocouldhardlyhavebeenlessthansixfeetsixinchesinheight,withthechestandlimbsofaHercules. Hisdresswasrichwitharichnesswhichwould,inEngland,belookeduponasakintobadtaste. Heavybandsofastrakhanwereslashedacrossthesleevesandfrontsofhisdoublebreastedcoat,whilethedeepbluecloakwhichwasthrownoverhisshoulderswaslinedwithflamecolouredsilkandsecuredattheneckwithabroochwhichconsistedofasingleflamingberyl. Bootswhichextendedhalfwayuphiscalves,andwhichweretrimmedatthetopswithrichbrownfur,completedtheimpressionofbarbaricopulencewhichwassuggestedbyhiswholeappearance.
