Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
Silver Blaze
"None,butveryheavyrain."
"Inthatcasetheovercoatwasnotblownagainstthefurze-bush,butplacedthere."
"Yes,itwaslaidacrossthebush."
"Youfillmewithinterest.Iperceivethatthegroundhasbeentrampledupagooddeal.NodoubtmanyfeethavebeenheresinceMondaynight."
"Apieceofmattinghasbeenlaidhereattheside,andwehaveallstooduponthat."
"Excellent."
"InthisbagIhaveoneofthebootswhichStrakerwore,oneofFitzroySimpson’sshoes,andacasthorseshoeofSilverBlaze."
"MydearInspector,yousurpassyourself!"Holmestookthebag,and,descendingintothehollow,hepushedthemattingintoamorecentralposition.Thenstretchinghimselfuponhisfaceandleaninghischinuponhishands,hemadeacarefulstudyofthetrampledmudinfrontofhim."Hullo!"saidhesuddenly."What’sthis?"Itwasawaxvesta,halfburned,whichwassocoatedwithmudthatitlookedatfirstlikealittlechipofwood.
"IcannotthinkhowIcametooverlookit,"saidtheinspectorwithanexpressionofannoyance.
"Itwasinvisible,buriedinthemud.IonlysawitbecauseIwaslookingforit."
"What!youexpectedtofindit?"
"Ithoughtitnotunlikely."
Hetookthebootsfromthebagandcomparedtheimpressionsofeachofthemwithmarksupontheground.
