Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Resident Patient
PrayresumeyourseatandletmeknowhowIcanserveyou."
"MynameisDr.PercyTrevelyan,"saidourvisitor,"andIliveat403BrookStreet."
"Areyounottheauthorofamonographuponobscurenervouslesions?"Iasked.
Hispalecheeksflushedwithpleasureathearingthathisworkwasknowntome.
"IsoseldomhearoftheworkthatIthoughtitwasquitedead,"saidhe."Mypublishersgavemeamostdiscouragingaccountofitssale.Youareyourself,Ipresume,amedicalman."
"Aretiredarmysurgeon."
"Myownhobbyhasalwaysbeennervousdisease.Ishouldwishtomakeitanabsolutespecialty,butofcourseamanmusttakewhathecangetatfirst.This,however,isbesidethequestion,Mr.SherlockHolmes,andIquiteappreciatehowvaluableyourtimeis.ThefactisthataverysingulartrainofeventshasoccurredrecentlyatmyhouseinBrookStreet,andto-nighttheycametosuchaheadthatIfeltitwasquiteimpossibleformetowaitanotherhourbeforeaskingforyouradviceandassistance."
SherlockHolmessatdownandlithispipe."Youareverywelcometoboth,"saidhe."Prayletmehaveadetailedaccountofwhatthecircumstancesarewhichhavedisturbedyou."
"Oneortwoofthemaresotrivial,"saidDr.Trevelyan"thatreallyIamalmostashamedtomentionthem.
