空屋（9）

“Well, I've a conscience, sir, and when I chanced to see you go into this house, as I came hobbling after you, I thought to myself, I'll just step in and see that kind gentleman, and tell him that if I was a bit gruff in my manner there was not any harm meant, and that I am much obliged to him for picking up my books.”

“You make too much of a trifle,” said I. “May I ask how you knew who I was?”

“Well, sir, if it isn't too great a liberty, I am a neighbour of yours, for you'll find my little bookshop at the corner of Church Street, and very happy to see you, I am sure. Maybe you collect yourself, sir; here's British Birds, and Catullus, and The Holy War—a bargain every one of them. With five volumes you could just fill that gap on that second shelf. It looks untidy, does it not, sir?”

I moved my head to look at the cabinet behind me. When I turned again Sherlock Holmes was standing smiling at me across my study table. I rose to my feet, stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement, and then it appears that I must have fainted for the first and the last time in my life. Certainly a grey mist swirled before my eyes, and when it cleared I found my collar-ends undone and the tingling after-taste of brandy upon my lips. Holmes was bending over my chair, his flask in his hand.

“我感到过意不去，先生。刚才我一瘸一拐地在您后头跟着走，碰巧瞧见您走进这所房子。我对自己说我要进来看看那位好心的绅士，对他说要是我刚才的态度有点粗一暴，可没有恶意，还要谢谢他替一我把书捡起来。”

“这点小事您看得太重了，"我说，"可不可以问一下您是怎么认出我的？”

“先生，如果不太冒昧的话，我算是您的街坊，我的小书店就在教堂街拐角的地方。大概您也收藏书吧，先生。这儿有《英国鸟类》、《克图拉斯》、《圣战》——非常便宜，每本都很便宜。再来五本书您就可以正好把那第二层的空档填满。现在看来不大整齐，是不是，先生？”

我转过头去看了看后面的书橱。等我回过头来，歇洛克·福尔摩斯就隔着书桌站在那儿对我微笑。我站了起来，吃惊地盯着他看了几秒钟，然后我好象是晕过去了，这是我平生头一回，也是末一回。确实有一片白雾在我眼前。雾消失了，我才发现我的领口解一开了，嘴唇上还有白兰地的辛辣余味，福尔摩斯正俯在我的椅子上，一手拿着随身带来的扁酒瓶。