Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Resident Patient
Iholdit,therefore,tobecertainthathedoesknowwhothesemenare,andthatforreasonsofhisownhesuppressesit.Itisjustpossiblethatto-morrowmayfindhiminamorecommunicativemood."
"Istherenotonealternative,"Isuggested,"grotesquelyimprobable,nodoubt,butstilljustconceivable?MightthewholestoryofthecatalepticRussianandhissonbeaconcoctionofDr.Trevelyan’s,whohas,forhisownpurposes,beeninBlessington‘srooms?"
Isawinthegas-lightthatHolmesworeanamusedsmileatthisbrilliantdepartureofmine.
"Mydearfellow,"saidhe,"itwasoneofthefirstsolutionswhichoccurredtome,butIwassoonabletocorroboratethedoctor’stale.Thisyoungmanhasleftprintsuponthestair-carpetwhichmadeitquitesuperfluousformetoasktoseethosewhichhehadmadeintheroom.WhenItellyouthathisshoesweresquare-toedinsteadofbeingpointedlikeBlessington’s,andwerequiteaninchandathirdlongerthanthedoctor’s,youwillacknowledgethattherecanbenodoubtastohisindividuality.Butwemaysleeponitnow,forIshallbesurprisedifwedonothearsomethingfurtherfromBrookStreetinthemorning."
SherlockHolmes’sprophecywassoonfulfilled,andinadramaticfashion.Athalf-pastsevennextmorning,inthefirstdimglimmerofdaylight,Ifoundhimstandingbymybedsideinhisdressing-gown.
"There’sabroughamwaitingforus,Watson,"saidhe.
