Этюд в багровых тонах

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

           “Dr.Watson,Mr.SherlockHolmes,”saidStamford,introducingus. 

           “Howareyou?”hesaidcordially,grippingmyhandwithastrengthforwhichIshouldhardlyhavegivenhimcredit.“YouhavebeeninAfghanistan,Iperceive.” 

           “Howonearthdidyouknowthat?”Iaskedinastonishment. 

           “Nevermind,”saidhe,chucklingtohimself.“Thequestionnowisabouthoemoglobin.Nodoubtyouseethesignificanceofthisdiscoveryofmine?” 

           “Itisinteresting,chemically,nodoubt,”Ianswered,“butpractically 

           “Why,man,itisthemostpracticalmedico-legaldiscoveryforyears. Don’tyouseethatitgivesusaninfallibletestforbloodstains. Comeoverherenow!”Heseizedmebythecoat-sleeveinhiseagerness,anddrewmeovertothetableatwhichhehadbeenworking. “Letushavesomefreshblood,”hesaid,diggingalongbodkinintohisfinger,anddrawingofftheresultingdropofbloodinachemicalpipette. “Now,Iaddthissmallquantityofbloodtoalitreofwater. Youperceivethattheresultingmixturehastheappearanceofpurewater. Theproportionofbloodcannotbemorethanoneinamillion. Ihavenodoubt,however,thatweshallbeabletoobtainthecharacteristicreaction.” Ashespoke,hethrewintothevesselafewwhitecrystals,andthenaddedsomedropsofatransparentfluid. Inaninstantthecontentsassumedadullmahoganycolour,andabrownishdustwasprecipitatedtothebottomoftheglassjar. 

           “Ha!ha!”hecried,clappinghishands,andlookingasdelightedasachildwithanewtoy. 

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