Пригоди Шерлока Холмса
A Case of Identity
Youobservedthatherrightglovewastornattheforefinger,butyoudidnotapparentlyseethatbothgloveandfingerwerestainedwithvioletink. Shehadwritteninahurryanddippedherpentoodeep. Itmusthavebeenthismorning,orthemarkwouldnotremainclearuponthefinger. Allthisisamusing,thoughratherelementary,butImustgobacktobusiness,Watson. WouldyoumindreadingmetheadvertiseddescriptionofMr.HosmerAngel?"
Iheldthelittleprintedsliptothelight.
"Missing(itsaid)onthemorningofthefourteenth,agentlemannamedHosmerAngel. Aboutfivefeetseveninchesinheight;stronglybuilt,sallowcomplexion,blackhair,alittlebaldinthecentre,bushy,blackside-whiskersandmoustache;tintedglasses,slightinfirmityofspeech. Wasdressed,whenlastseen,inblackfrock-coatfacedwithsilk,blackwaistcoat,goldAlbertchain,andgrayHarristweedtrousers,withbrowngaitersoverelastic-sidedboots. KnowntohavebeenemployedinanofficeinLeadenhallStreet. Anybodybringing—"
"Thatwilldo,"saidHolmes. "Astotheletters,"hecontinued,glancingoverthem,"theyareverycommonplace.AbsolutelynoclueinthemtoMr.Angel,savethathequotesBalzaconce. Thereisoneremarkablepoint,however,whichwillnodoubtstrikeyou."
"Theyaretypewritten,"Iremarked.
"Notonlythat,butthesignatureistypewritten. Lookattheneatlittle‘HosmerAngel’atthebottom. Thereisadate,yousee,butnosuperscriptionexceptLeadenhallStreet,whichisrathervague. Thepointaboutthesignatureisverysuggestive—infact,wemaycallitconclusive."
