Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
A Case of Identity
"Well,fatherwasgoingofftoFranceagaininaweek,andHosmerwroteandsaidthatitwouldbesaferandbetternottoseeeachotheruntilhehadgone. Wecouldwriteinthemeantime,andheusedtowriteeveryday. Itookthelettersininthemorning,sotherewasnoneedforfathertoknow."
"Wereyouengagedtothegentlemanatthistime?"
"Oh,yes,Mr.Holmes. Wewereengagedafterthefirstwalkthatwetook. Hosmer—Mr.Angel—wasacashierinanofficeinLeadenhallStreet—and—"
"Whatoffice?"
"That’stheworstofit,Mr.Holmes,Idon’tknow."
"Wheredidhelive,then?"
"Hesleptonthepremises."
"Andyoudon’tknowhisaddress?"
"No—exceptthatitwasLeadenhallStreet."
"Wheredidyouaddressyourletters,then?"
"TotheLeadenhallStreetPost-Office,tobelefttillcalledfor. Hesaidthatiftheyweresenttotheofficehewouldbechaffedbyalltheotherclerksabouthavinglettersfromalady,soIofferedtotypewritethem,likehedidhis,buthewouldn’thavethat,forhesaidthatwhenIwrotethemtheyseemedtocomefromme,butwhentheyweretypewrittenhealwaysfeltthatthemachinehadcomebetweenus. Thatwilljustshowyouhowfondhewasofme,Mr.Holmes,andthelittlethingsthathewouldthinkof."
