血字的研究 四签名

　　"My dear fellow, what does it matter to me? Supposing I unravel the whole matter, you may be sure that Gregson, Lestrade, and Co. will pocket all the cred- it. That comes of being an unofficial personage."　　"But he begs you to help him."　　"Yes. He knows that I am his superior, and acknowledges it to me; but he would cut his tongue out before he would own it to any third person. However, we may as well go and have a look. I shall work it out on my own hook. I may have a laugh at them ifl have nothing else. Come on!"　　He hustled on his overcoat, and bustled about in a way that showed that an energetic fit had superseded the apathetic one.　　"Get your hat," he said.　　"You wish me to come?"　　"Yes, if you have nothing better to do." A minute later we were both in a hansom, driving furiously for the Brixton Road.　　It was a foggy, cloudy morning, and a dun-coloured veil hung over the housetops, looking like the refiection of the mud-coloured streets beneath. My companion was in the best of spirits, and prattled away about Cremona fiddles and the difference between a Stradivarius and an Amati. As for myself, I was silent, for the dull weather and the melancholy business upon which we were engaged depressed my spirits.　　"You don't seem to give much thought to the matter in hand," I said at last, interrupting Holmes's musical disquisition.　　"No data yet," he answered. "It is a capital mistake to theorize before you have all the evidence. It biases the judgment."　　"You will have your data soon," I remarked, pointing with my finger; "this is the Brixton Road, and that is the house, ifl am not very much mistaken."　　"So it is. Stop, driver, stop!" We were still a hundred yards or so from it, but he insisted upon our alighting, and we finished ourjoumey upon foot.　　Number 3, Lauriston Gardens wore an ill-omened and minatory look. It was one of four which stood back some little way from the street, two being occupied and two empty. The latter looked out with three tiers of vacant melancholy windows, which were blank and dreary, save that here and there a "To Let" card had developed like a cataract upon the bleared panes. A small garden sprinkled over with a scattered eruption of sickly plants separated each of these houses from the street, and was traversed by a narrow pathway, yellowish in colour, and consisting apparently of a mixture of clay and of gravel. The whole place was very sloppy from the rain which had fallen through the night. The garden was bounded by a three-foot brick wall with a fringe of wood rails upon the top, and against this wall was leaning a stalwart police constable, surrounded by a small knot ofloafers, who craned their necks and strained their eyes in the vain hope ofcatching some glimpse ofthe proceedings within.　　……