Sherlock Holmes: The Sign of Four [antikvár]

apter oneMiss Mary MorstanIn the summer of 1888 I was living with my good friend Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective, in Baker Street. He was so highly intelligent that he never failed to surprise me.One morning in July he turned to me lazily and said: 'Watson, if I am not wrong, you have been to the post office in Wigmore Street to send a telegram.'He was, of course, quite right, but I had no idea how he could know this. I had told no one.'Very good. Holmes,' I replied. 'Did you follow me when I went out.?''No, Watson,' Holmes smiled.'Then perhaps you will explain,' I said, a little impatiently.'Elementary, Watson,' my friend replied. 'There's a little reddish mud on your shoe. Outside the post office in Wigmore Street, men are working on the road. I saw them yesterday. The ground there is red, and it's impossible to enter the post office without stepping in it.''As you say. Holmes, elementary,' I said. 'And the telegram.?''Because we were here together all morning, I knew that you hadn't written a letter. There are stamps and postcards on your desk, so why did you go to the post office and not a post box.? To send a telegram, of course!'telegram a very short letter that you send very quicklyimpatiently nothappily, because you are unable to wait for sometingelementary very easymud very wet ground'Ni