Приключения Шерлока Холмса
The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle
Now,then!Youseethisotherpageinredink?Well,thatisalistofmytownsuppliers.Now,lookatthatthirdname.Justreaditouttome."
"Mrs.Oakshott,117,BrixtonRoad—249,"readHolmes.
"Quiteso.Nowturnthatupintheledger."
Holmesturnedtothepageindicated."Hereyouare,‘Mrs.Oakshott,117,BrixtonRoad,eggandpoultrysupplier."
"Now,then,what’sthelastentry?"
"‘December22d.Twenty-fourgeeseat7s.6d.’"
"Quiteso.Thereyouare.Andunderneath?"
"‘SoldtoMr.WindigateoftheAlpha,at12s.’"
"Whathaveyoutosaynow?"
SherlockHolmeslookeddeeplychagrined. Hedrewasovereignfromhispocketandthrewitdownupontheslab,turningawaywiththeairofamanwhosedisgustistoodeepforwords. Afewyardsoffhestoppedunderalamp-postandlaughedinthehearty,noiselessfashionwhichwaspeculiartohim.
"Whenyouseeamanwithwhiskersofthatcutandthe‘Pink‘un’protrudingoutofhispocket,youcanalwaysdrawhimbyabet,"saidhe. "IdaresaythatifIhadput100poundsdowninfrontofhim,thatmanwouldnothavegivenmesuchcompleteinformationaswasdrawnfromhimbytheideathathewasdoingmeonawager.
