Собака Баскервиллей
Three Broken Threads
"Soitwas,sir. Andnowit’sanoldblackone."
"What! youdon’tmeantosay—?"
"That’sjustwhatIdomeantosay. Ionlyhadthreepairsintheworld—thenewbrown,theoldblack,andthepatentleathers,whichIamwearing. Lastnighttheytookoneofmybrownones,andto-daytheyhavesneakedoneoftheblack. Well,haveyougotit? Speakout,man,anddon’tstandstaring!"
AnagitatedGermanwaiterhadappeareduponthescene.
"No,sir; Ihavemadeinquiryalloverthehotel,butIcanhearnowordofit."
"Well,eitherthatbootcomesbackbeforesundownorI’llseethemanagerandtellhimthatIgorightstraightoutofthishotel."
"Itshallbefound,sir—Ipromiseyouthatifyouwillhavealittlepatienceitwillbefound."
"Minditis,forit’sthelastthingofminethatI’llloseinthisdenofthieves. Well,well,Mr.Holmes,you’llexcusemytroublingyouaboutsuchatrifle—"
"Ithinkit’swellworthtroublingabout."
"Why,youlookveryseriousoverit."
"Howdoyouexplainit?"
"Ijustdon’tattempttoexplainit. Itseemstheverymaddest,queerestthingthateverhappenedtome."
"Thequeerestperhaps—"saidHolmes,thoughtfully.
"Whatdoyoumakeofityourself?"
