Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
A Case of Identity
"Youwillleavethatquestioninmyhands. Ishouldlikeanaccuratedescriptionofhimandanylettersofhiswhichyoucanspare."
"IadvertisedforhiminlastSaturday’sChronicle,"saidshe. "Hereistheslipandherearefourlettersfromhim."
"Thankyou.Andyouraddress?"
"No.31LyonPlace,Camberwell."
"Mr.Angel’saddressyouneverhad,Iunderstand. Whereisyourfather’splaceofbusiness?"
"HetravelsforWesthouse&Marbank,thegreatclaretimportersofFenchurchStreet."
"Thankyou. Youhavemadeyourstatementveryclearly. Youwillleavethepapershere,andremembertheadvicewhichIhavegivenyou. Letthewholeincidentbeasealedbook,anddonotallowittoaffectyourlife."
"Youareverykind,Mr.Holmes,butIcannotdothat. IshallbetruetoHosmer. Heshallfindmereadywhenhecomesback."
Forallthepreposteroushatandthevacuousface,therewassomethingnobleinthesimplefaithofourvisitorwhichcompelledourrespect. Shelaidherlittlebundleofpapersuponthetableandwentherway,withapromisetocomeagainwhenevershemightbesummoned.
SherlockHolmessatsilentforafewminuteswithhisfingertipsstillpressedtogether,hislegsstretchedoutinfrontofhim,andhisgazedirectedupwardtotheceiling.
