Приключения Шерлока Холмса
The Man with the Twisted Lip
AsIentered,asallowMalayattendanthadhurriedupwithapipeformeandasupplyofthedrug,beckoningmetoanemptyberth.
"Thankyou.Ihavenotcometostay,"saidI."Thereisafriendofminehere,Mr.IsaWhitney,andIwishtospeakwithhim."
Therewasamovementandanexclamationfrommyright,andpeeringthroughthegloomIsawWhitney,pale,haggard,andunkempt,staringoutatme.
"MyGod!It’sWatson,"saidhe. Hewasinapitiablestateofreaction,witheverynerveinatwitter. "Isay,Watson,whato’clockisit?"
"Nearlyeleven."
"Ofwhatday?"
"OfFriday,June19th."
"Goodheavens!IthoughtitwasWednesday.ItisWednesday.Whatd’youwanttofrightenthechapfor?" Hesankhisfaceontohisarmsandbegantosobinahightreblekey.
"ItellyouthatitisFriday,man.Yourwifehasbeenwaitingthistwodaysforyou.Youshouldbeashamedofyourself!"
"SoIam.Butyou’vegotmixed,Watson,forIhaveonlybeenhereafewhours,threepipes,fourpipes—Iforgethowmany. ButI’llgohomewithyou.Iwouldn’tfrightenKate—poorlittleKate.Givemeyourhand!Haveyouacab?"
"Yes,Ihaveonewaiting."
