Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Yellow Face
Itseemsdreadfultodiscusstheconductofone’swifewithtwomenwhomIhaveneverseenbefore.It’shorribletohavetodoit.ButI‘vegottotheendofmytether,andImusthaveadvice."
"MydearMr.GrantMunro—"beganHolmes.
Ourvisitorsprangfromhischair."What!"hecried,"youknowmyname?"
"Ifyouwishtopreserveyourincognito,"saidHolmes,smiling,"Iwouldsuggestthatyouceasetowriteyournameupontheliningofyourhat,orelsethatyouturnthecrowntowardsthepersonwhomyouareaddressing.IwasabouttosaythatmyfriendandIhavelistenedtoagoodmanystrangesecretsinthisroom,andthatwehavehadthegoodfortunetobringpeacetomanytroubledsouls.Itrustthatwemaydoasmuchforyou.MightIbegyou,astimemayprovetobeofimportance,tofurnishmewiththefactsofyourcasewithoutfurtherdelay?"
Ourvisitoragainpassedhishandoverhisforehead,asifhefounditbitterlyhard.FromeverygestureandexpressionIcouldseethathewasareserved,self-containedman,withadashofprideinhisnature,morelikelytohidehiswoundsthantoexposethem.Thensuddenly,withafiercegestureofhisclosedhand,likeonewhothrowsreservetothewinds,hebegan:
"Thefactsarethese,Mr.Holmes,"saidhe."Iamamarriedmanandhavebeensoforthreeyears.DuringthattimemywifeandIhavelovedeachotherasfondlyandlivedashappilyasanytwothateverwerejoined.
