Приключения Шерлока Холмса

           "No;Ishallbemyownpolice. WhenIhavespunthewebtheymaytaketheflies,butnotbefore." 

           AlldayIwasengagedinmyprofessionalwork,anditwaslateintheeveningbeforeIreturnedtoBakerStreet. SherlockHolmeshadnotcomebackyet. Itwasnearlyteno’clockbeforeheentered,lookingpaleandworn. Hewalkeduptothesideboard,andtearingapiecefromtheloafhedevoureditvoraciously,washingitdownwithalongdraughtofwater. 

           "Youarehungry,"Iremarked. 

           "Starving.Ithadescapedmymemory.Ihavehadnothingsincebreakfast." 

           "Nothing?" 

           "Notabite.Ihadnotimetothinkofit." 

           "Andhowhaveyousucceeded?" 

           "Well." 

           "Youhaveaclue?" 

           "Ihavetheminthehollowofmyhand.YoungOpenshawshallnotlongremainunavenged. Why,Watson,letusputtheirowndevilishtrade-markuponthem.Itiswellthoughtof!" 

           "Whatdoyoumean?" 

           Hetookanorangefromthecupboard,andtearingittopieceshesqueezedoutthepipsuponthetable. Ofthesehetookfiveandthrustthemintoanenvelope.Ontheinsideoftheflaphewrote"S.H.forJ.0."Thenhesealeditandaddresseditto"CaptainJamesCalhoun,BarkLoneStar,Savannah,Georgia."