Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Reigate Puzzle
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"There’sonlyone,"answeredtheinspector."Wethoughtthatifwecouldonlyfind—Goodheavens.Mr.Holmes!whatisthematter?"
Mypoorfriend’sfacehadsuddenlyassumedthemostdreadfulexpression.Hiseyesrolledupward,hisfeatureswrithedinagony,andwithasuppressedgroanhedroppedonhisfaceupontheground.Horrifiedatthesuddennessandseverityoftheattack,wecarriedhimintothekitchen,wherehelaybackinalargechairandbreathedheavilyforsomeminutes.Finally,withashamefacedapologyforhisweakness,heroseoncemore.
"WatsonwouldtellyouthatIhaveonlyjustrecoveredfromasevereillness,"heexplained."Iamliabletothesesuddennervousattacks."
"ShallIsendyouhomeinmytrap?"askedoldCunningham.
"Well,sinceIamhere,thereisonepointonwhichIshouldliketofeelsure.Wecanveryeasilyverifyit."
"Whatisit?"
"Well,itseemstomethatitisjustpossiblethatthearrivalofthispoorfellowWilliamwasnotbefore,butafter,theentranceoftheburglarintothehouse.Youappeartotakeitforgrantedthatalthoughthedoorwasforcedtherobbernevergotin."
"Ifancythatisquiteobvious,"saidMr.Cunninghamgravely."Why,mysonAlechadnotyetgonetobed,andhewouldcertainlyhaveheardanyonemovingabout."
"Wherewashesitting?"
"Iwassmokinginmydressing-room.
