Знак четырех / The Sign of the Four
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Артур Конан Дойл. Знак четырех / The Sign of the Four
Chapter 1: The Science of Deduction
Chapter 2: The Statement of the Case
Chapter 3: In Quest of a Solution
Chapter 4: The Story of the Bald-Headed Man
Chapter 5: The Tragedy of Pondicherry Lodge
Chapter 6: Sherlock Holmes Gives a Demonstration
Chapter 7: The Episode of the Barrel
Chapter 8: The Baker Street Irregulars
Chapter 9: A Break in the Chain
Chapter 10: The End of the Islander
Chapter 11: The Great Agra Treasure
Chapter 12: The Strange Story of Jonathan Small
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Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case.[1] With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle and rolled back his left shirt cuff. For some little time his eyes rested[2] thoughtfully upon the sinewy forearm and wrist, all dotted and scarred with innumerable puncture-marks. Finally, he thrust the sharp point home,[3] pressed down the tiny piston, and sank back into the velvet-lined armchair with a long sigh of satisfaction.
Three times a day for many months I had witnessed this performance, but custom had not reconciled my mind to it. On the contrary, from day to day I had become more irritable at the sight, and my conscience swelled nightly within me[4] at the thought that I had lacked the courage to protest. Again and again I had registered a vow that I should deliver my soul upon the subject; but there was that in the cool, nonchalant air[5] of my companion which made him the last man with whom one would care to take anything approaching to a liberty. His great powers, his masterly manner, and the experience which I had had of his many extraordinary qualities, all made me diffident and backward in crossing him.
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‘Right!’ said I. ‘Right on both points! But I confess that I don’t see how you arrived at it. It was a sudden impulse upon my part, and I have mentioned it to no one.’
‘It is simplicity itself,’ he remarked, chuckling at my surprise – ‘so absurdly simple that an explanation is superfluous; and yet it may serve to define the limits of observation and of deduction. Observation tells me that you have a little reddish mould adhering to your instep. Just opposite the Wigmore Street Office they have taken up the pavement and thrown up some earth, which lies in such a way that it is difficult to avoid treading in it in entering. The earth is of this peculiar reddish tint which is found, as far as I know, nowhere else in the neighbourhood. So much is observation. The rest is deduction.’
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