20 лучших повестей на английском / 20 Best Short Novels

When I looked at him, he had finished reading the note, and his eyes had assumed the vacant, lack-lustre expression which showed mental abstraction.

�How in the world did you deduce that?’ I asked.

�Deduce what?’ said he, petulantly.

�Why, that he was a retired sergeant of Marines.’

�I have no time for trifles,’ he answered, brusquely; then with a smile, �Excuse my rudeness. You broke the thread of my thoughts; but perhaps it is as well. So you actually were not able to see that that man was a sergeant of Marines?’

�No, indeed.

’

�It was easier to know it than to explain why I know it. If you were asked to prove that two and two made four, you might find some difficulty, and yet you are quite sure of the fact. Even across the street I could see a great blue anchor tattooed on the back of the fellow’s hand. That smacked of the sea. He had a military carriage, however, and regulation side whiskers. There we have the marine. He was a man with some amount of self-importance and a certain air of command.

You must have observed the way in which he held his head and swung his cane. A steady, respectable, middle-aged man, too, on the face of him – all facts which led me to believe that he had been a sergeant.’

�Wonderful!’ I ejaculated.

�Commonplace,’ said Holmes, though I thought from his expression that he was pleased at my evident surprise and admiration. �I said just now that there were no criminals. It appears that I am wrong – look at this!’ He threw me over the note which the commissionaire had brought.

�Why,’ I cried, as I cast my eye over it, �this is terrible!’

�It does seem to be a little out of the common,’ he remarked, calmly. �Would you mind reading it to me aloud?’

This is the letter which I read to him, —

�My dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes, —

�There has been a bad business during the night at 3, Lauriston Gardens, off the Brixton Road. Our man on the beat saw a light there about two in the morning, and as the house was an empty one, suspected that something was amiss.

He found the door open, and in the front room, which is bare of furniture, discovered the body of a gentleman, well dressed, and having cards in his pocket bearing the name of �Enoch J. Drebber, Cleveland[75 - Cleveland – a city and port in northeastern Ohio, the USA, on the southern shore of Lake Erie], Ohio[76 - Ohio – a state in the Middle West of the USA], U.S.A.