Приключения Шерлока Холмса

           Herewemaytakeitthatthereisalovematter,butthatthemaidenisnotsomuchangryasperplexed,orgrieved. Buthereshecomesinpersontoresolveourdoubts." 

           Ashespoketherewasatapatthedoor,andtheboyinbuttonsenteredtoannounceMissMarySutherland,whiletheladyherselfloomedbehindhissmallblackfigurelikeafull-sailedmerchant-manbehindatinypilotboat. SherlockHolmeswelcomedherwiththeeasycourtesyforwhichhewasremarkable,and,havingclosedthedoorandbowedherintoanarmchair,helookedheroverintheminuteandyetabstractedfashionwhichwaspeculiartohim. 

           "Doyounotfind,"hesaid,"thatwithyourshortsightitisalittletryingtodosomuchtypewriting?" 

           "Ididatfirst,"sheanswered,"butnowIknowwherethelettersarewithoutlooking." Then,suddenlyrealizingthefullpurportofhiswords,shegaveaviolentstartandlookedup,withfearandastonishmentuponherbroad,good-humouredface. "You’veheardaboutme,Mr.Holmes,"shecried,"elsehowcouldyouknowallthat?" 

           "Nevermind,"saidHolmes,laughing;"itismybusinesstoknowthings. PerhapsIhavetrainedmyselftoseewhatothersoverlook. Ifnot,whyshouldyoucometoconsultme?" 

           "Icametoyou,sir,becauseIheardofyoufromMrs.Etherege,whosehusbandyoufoundsoeasywhenthepoliceandeveryonehadgivenhimupfordead. Oh,Mr.Holmes,Iwishyouwoulddoasmuchforme. I’mnotrich,butstillIhaveahundredayearinmyownright,besidesthelittlethatImakebythemachine,andIwouldgiveitalltoknowwhathasbecomeofMr.HosmerAngel."