Возвращение Шерлока Холмса
The Adventure of the Priory School
“Itlookslikeaflight.”
“Asinglemaninadog-cart,sofarasIcouldsee.Well,itcertainlywasnotMr.JamesWilder,forthereheisatthedoor.”
Aredsquareoflighthadsprungoutofthedarkness.Inthemiddleofitwastheblackfigureofthesecretary,hisheadadvanced,peeringoutintothenight.Itwasevidentthathewasexpectingsomeone.Thenatlasttherewerestepsintheroad,asecondfigurewasvisibleforaninstantagainstthelight,thedoorshut,andallwasblackoncemore.Fiveminuteslateralampwaslitinaroomuponthefirstfloor.
“ItseemstobeacuriousclassofcustomthatisdonebytheFightingCock,”saidHolmes.
“Thebarisontheotherside.”
“Quiteso.Thesearewhatonemaycalltheprivateguests.Now,whatintheworldisMr.JamesWilderdoinginthatdenatthishourofnight,andwhoisthecompanionwhocomestomeethimthere?Come,Watson,wemustreallytakeariskandtrytoinvestigatethisalittlemoreclosely.”
Togetherwestoledowntotheroadandcreptacrosstothedooroftheinn.Thebicyclestillleanedagainstthewall.Holmesstruckamatchandheldittothebackwheel,andIheardhimchuckleasthelightfelluponapatchedDunloptire.Upaboveuswasthelightedwindow.
“Imusthaveapeepthroughthat,Watson.Ifyoubendyourbackandsupportyourselfuponthewall,IthinkthatIcanmanage.”
Aninstantlater,hisfeetwereonmyshoulders,buthewashardlyupbeforehewasdownagain.
“Come,myfriend,”saidhe,“ourday’sworkhasbeenquitelongenough.Ithinkthatwehavegatheredallthatwecan.
