Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Stock-Broker’s Clerk
"Yourneighbourisadoctor."saidhe,noddingatthebrassplate.
"Yes,heboughtapracticeasIdid."
"Anold-establishedone?"
"Justthesameasmine.Bothhavebeeneversincethehouseswerebuilt."
"Ah!thenyougotholdofthebestofthetwo."
"IthinkIdid.Buthowdoyouknow?"
"Bythesteps,myboy.Yoursarewornthreeinchesdeeperthanhis.Butthisgentlemaninthecabismyclient,Mr.HallPycroft.Allowmetointroduceyoutohim.Whipyourhorseup,cabby,forwehaveonlyjusttimetocatchourtrain."
ThemanwhomIfoundmyselffacingwasawell-built,fresh-complexionedyoungfellow,withafrank,honestfaceandaslight,crisp,yellowmoustache.Heworeaveryshinytop-hatandaneatsuitofsoberblack,whichmadehimlookwhathewas—asmartyoungCityman,oftheclasswhohavebeenlabelledcockneys,butwhogiveusourcrackvolunteerregiments,andwhoturnoutmorefineathletesandsportsmenthananybodyofmenintheseislands.Hisround,ruddyfacewasnaturallyfullofcheeriness,butthecornersofhismouthseemedtometobepulleddowninahalf-comicaldistress.Itwasnot,however,untilwewereinafirst-classcarriageandwellstarteduponourjourneytoBirminghamthatIwasabletolearnwhatthetroublewaswhichhaddrivenhimtoSherlockHolmes.
"Wehaveaclearrunhereofseventyminutes,"Holmesremarked."Iwantyou,Mr.
