Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Final Problem
Itwastoolate,however,forwewererapidlygatheringmomentum,andaninstantlaterhadshotclearofthestation.
"Withallourprecautions,youseethatwehavecutitratherfine,"saidHolmes,laughing.Herose,andthrowingofftheblackcassockandhatwhichhadformedhisdisguise,hepackedthemawayinahand-bag.
"Haveyouseenthemorningpaper,Watson?"
"No."
"Youhaven’tseenaboutBakerStreet,then?"
"BakerStreet?"
"Theysetfiretoourroomslastnight.Nogreatharmwasdone."
"Goodheavens,Holmes,thisisintolerable!"
"Theymusthavelostmytrackcompletelyaftertheirbludgeonmanwasarrested.OtherwisetheycouldnothaveimaginedthatIhadreturnedtomyrooms.Theyhaveevidentlytakentheprecautionofwatchingyou,however,andthatiswhathasbroughtMoriartytoVictoria.Youcouldnothavemadeanyslipincoming?"
"Ididexactlywhatyouadvised."
"Didyoufindyourbrougham?"
"Yes,itwaswaiting."
"Didyourecognizeyourcoachman?"
"No."
"ItwasmybrotherMycroft.Itisanadvantagetogetaboutinsuchacasewithouttakingamercenaryintoyourconfidence.ButwemustplanwhatwearetodoaboutMoriartynow."
"Asthisisanexpress,andastheboatrunsinconnectionwithit,Ishouldthinkwehaveshakenhimoffveryeffectively.
