this. That's better. Of course, I should have known! You are a typical law-abiding Englishman, Watson. The British are conservative, and we don't like changes. Anyone who is not like us in the ways of mind, is easily taken for a rogue. I should have guessed the first day. - The experiments with hemoglobin. - Watson. - People are not observant. - Preoccupied with themselves. True. But they know little about themselves. Take you, Watson. Can you say how many steps there art in our staircase? 8. - How many? - 7. 10. 10. The first ont squeaks, a plank was replaced on the second. Those art trifles. But trifles art most important. One tiny trifle leads to a chain of logical deductions. This is what my deduction method is based on. How does it look in reality? I'll show you. They find a cigarette butt near the body of colonel Ashby. And cigarettes of the same brand in colonel Ashby's cigarette box Who smoked the cigarette? The colonel? That's what the police thought. I prove beyond any doubt, that the colonel couldn't have done that. The colonel wore big luxuriant moustache, And the butt was very small. He would have burned his moustache. Yes, yes, yes. Then I examined the imprints of teeth and a few other things and named the murderer. It was the colonel's nephew. Amazing! Why don't you go work for the police? Never. Let them come to me. Which is exactly what they do when they have a knotty cast. You mean you can solve a cast without leaving your room? Possible. Not always though. But I have an agents network. Junkmen, house-maids, street boys. They provide me with the necessary information. And Holmes, what about that disgusting looking old man? You remember him? The one who went into your room and mysteriously disappeared. Is he your agent too? Good morning, sir. Mr. Holmes, there's a young lady to see you. - Good day, young lady. - Good day, sir. My name is Sherlock Holmes. Please come into the room. My friend and assistant Doctor Watson. You can trust him and speak freely in his presence. You're trembling. Are you cold? - It is not the cold, Mr. Holmes. - What then? - Fear. - There's nothing to be afraid of. I hope we will settle everything. You're just tired. Got up early, took a long ride in a cart along a bad road. Then took a train. How do you know? The return ticket is sticking from under your cuff. The left sleeve of your jacket is spattered with dirt. The spots are fresh. You must have sat to the left of the driver in a two-wheeled cart That's exactly the way it was. Of course. Why should I be surprised? Mrs. Farintosh told me you were a magician. Mrs. Farintosh. Yes... Cast of the missing cousin. Did she send you to me? Yes. And she asked me to thank you once again. Help me, Mr. Holmes. Help me, or I'll lose my mind. Worst of all is that no one believes me. Everyone laughs at my fears. Even my fiancй says it's the ravings of a madwoman. Tell me everything from the very beginning I promise no one will laugh at you here. My name is Ellen Stoner. I live in Surrey, in my stepfather Roylott’s mansion. For a long time he was on army service in India, but his career ended in a most unfortunate way. I must say, he is a man with a mad temperament The whole family is like that. Doctor Roylott beat up his Hindu servant to death. He spent some time in jail, was to be executed, but somehow escaped capital punishment and came back to England. But he was broke. Here he met my mother, a widow with 2 little girls. I had a sister, Mr. Holmes. We were twins. Mother married Roylott, and we started living together. Mother had some money, not terribly much, but enough to live fairly comfortably. But I can't say we were happy. The doctor was rude and often lost his temper. Mother was afraid to fondle us, so as not to make him mad. Then my mother died, and it grew even worst. Who did ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Руководство на английском - текст Мутанты Икс - Сезон 1 на английском - текст Запасной путь на английском - текст Ох уж эта наука! на английском - текст Ирония судьбы, или С лёгким паром! на английском |