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bay Arthur Conan Doyle = 1 = {|width=100% |- |width=50%|TO SHERLOCK HOLMES she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer–excellent for drawing the veil from men’s motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory |width=50%|Fo Sherlok Holms ela es sempre "sey gina". Rarem hi me he audi lu mensioni ela sub koy otre nam. In suy okos ela eklipsi e domini ol elay sexu. It bu bin tak, ke lu senti-te koy emosion simile a luba versu Iren Adler. Oli emosion, e osobem toy-la, bin nafra-ney a suy lenge, exakte bat admirivalem balansi-ney menta. Lu bin, me suposi, zuy perfekte resoni-she e observi-she mashina ke munda he vidi, bat kom lubijen lu wud plasi swa inu false posision. Lu neva shwo-te om pyu dule pasiones, exepte ke kun moka. Li bin kosas admirival fo observer – gro-hao fo tiri vual fon motives e aktas jen-ney. Bat fo jen do tamrini-ney rasum, tu admiti tal intrusas in suy prope delikate e fainem ajusti-ney temperamenta wud bi tu introdukti elementa distrakti-she, kel wud mog lansi duba on oli suy mentale resultas. Defekta in sensitive tul oda krek in un fon suy mahtaful linsas bu wud bi pyu disturbi-she kem forte emosion in tal natura kom luy. E yedoh ye-te sol un gina fo lu, e toy gina bin Iren Adler bu pyu jiva-ney, do dubival memoria. |- |I had seen little of Holmes lately. My marriage had drifted us away from each other. My own complete happiness, and the home-centred interests which rise up around the man who first finds himself master of his own establishment, were sufficient to absorb all my attention, while Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature. He was still, as ever, deeply attracted by the study of crime, and occupied his immense faculties and extraordinary powers of observation in following out those clues, and clearing up those mysteries which had been abandoned as hopeless by the official police. From time to time I heard some vague account of his doings: of his summons to Odessa in the case of the Trepoff murder, of his clearing up of the singular tragedy of the Atkinson brothers at Trincomalee, and finally of the mission which he had accomplished so delicately and successfully for the reigning family of Holland. Beyond these signs of his activity, however, which I merely shared with all the readers of the daily press, I knew little of my former friend and companion. |In laste taim me vidi-te Holms rarem. May gaming he mah nu floti wek un fon otre. May prope komplete felisitaa e dom-gwansi-ke intereses, kel apari in manjen hu pa un-ney ves findi swa masta de prope hom, bin sufi-she fo absorbi may integre atenta, duran ke Holms, kel nafri-te oli forma de sosietaa bay ol suy boheme atma, resti-te in nuy flet in Beiker-strit, sirkumi-ney bay suy dave kitabas, alterni-yen fon wik a wik den kokain e den aktive gunsa, den somna do narko e den ferose energia de suy prope flama-ney natura. Lu bin haishi, kom sempre, glubem atrakti-ney bay studa de krimen, e okupi-te suy gro-kapablitaas e nopinchan observa-potensias bay shuki krimen-ney klef e klarisi toy misterias, kel es kwiti-ney kom sin-nada-ney bay ofisiale polis. Fon taim a taim me audi-te koy vage rakonta om luy aktas: om ke oni voki lu a Odessa in kasu de Trepov-kila, om ke lu klarisi ajibe tragedia de Atkinson bratas in Trinkomali, e fin-nem om mision ke lu fulfil tanto delikatem e kun sukses fo regi-she familia de Nederland. Yedoh krome sey signas de suy aktivitaa, ke me simplem parti-te kun oli lekti-sha de dey-ney pres, me jan-te shao hi om may bifoo-ney amiga e kompanion. |- |One night – it was on the twentieth of March, 1888 – I was returning from a journey to a patient (for I had now returned to civil practice), when my way led me through Baker Street. As I passed the well-remembered door, which must always be associated in my mind with my wooing, and with the dark incidents of the ''Study in Scarlet'', I was seized with a keen desire to see Holmes again, and to know how he was employing his extraordinary powers. His rooms were brilliantly lit, and, even as I looked up, I saw his tall, spare figure pass twice in a dark silhouette against the blind. He was pacing the room swiftly, eagerly, with his head sunk upon his chest and his hands clasped behind him. To me, who knew his every mood and habit, his attitude and manner told their own story. He was at work again. He had risen out of his drug-created dreams and was hot upon the scent of some new problem. I rang the bell and was shown up to the chamber which had formerly been in part my own. |Unves pa nocha – es 20 marto 1888 – me zai returni fon safara a pasienta (bikos me returni-te nau a sivile praktika), e may dao dukti me via Beiker-strit. Wen me pasi bli hao remembi-ney dwar, kel mus sempre bi konekten in may menta kun may kuring e kun tume insidentas de "Etuda* do rude tones", me en-gro-yao vidi Holms snova e en-jan, komo lu exploti luy nopinchan potensias. Luy shambas es lumisi-ney yarkem, e al kan uupar me vidi luy gao e slim figura kel pasi dwaplem kom siluet* kontra kurtena. Lu zai go ahir-adar tra shamba ajilem, energikem, al kapa sinki-ney on sina e al handas hunti-ney baken lu. A me, kel koni oli suy muda e abyas, ta-ney suluka e manera reveli mucho. Lu zai gun snova. Lu he weksheiki drimas kreati-ney bay narko e zai shuki sagarmem klef fo koy nove problema. Me gloki, e oni dukti me uupar a shamba kel bifooen bin may-la toshi. |- |His manner was not effusive. It seldom was; but he was glad, I think, to see me. With hardly a word spoken, but with a kindly eye, he waved me to an armchair, threw across his case of cigars, and indicated a spirit case and a gasogene in the corner. Then he stood before the fire and looked me over in his singular introspective fashion. |Lu bu expresi yarke emosion. Rarem hi lu expresi emosion; bat lu joi por vidi me, me dumi. Hampi sin worda, al kan me karimem, lu mavi-indiki brachastula a me, muvi suy sigaradan pyu blisem a me, indiki alkoholdan e akwa-gasiser in angula. Poy lu en-stan bifoo agni e kan-kan me pa suy unike manera meditike. |- |“Wedlock suits you,” he remarked. “I think, Watson, that you have put on seven and a half pounds since I saw you.” |"Gama es hao fo yu," lu remarki. "Me dumi, Wotson, ke yur vega fa-pyu pa sem-e-haf paun fon taim ke me vidi-te yu." |- |“Seven!” I answered. |"Sem!" me jawabi. |- |“Indeed, I should have thought a little more. Just a trifle more, I fancy, Watson. And in practice again, I observe. You did not tell me that you intended to go into harness.” |"Ver ku? Non, idyen pyu. Idyen-ki pyu, Wotson, kredi me. E yu fai praktika snova, me observi. Yu bu shwo-te a me, ke yu intenti go in jota." |- |“Then, how do you know?” |"Yedoh, komo yu jan?" |- |“I see it, I deduce it. How do I know that you have been getting yourself very wet lately, and that you have a most clumsy and careless servant girl?” |"Me vidi se, me dedukti se. Pa exampla, komo me jan, ke nodavem yu bin gro-mokre e ke yur servi-gela es gro-nokushale e sinkuyda-ney ?" |- |“My dear Holmes,” said I, “this is too much. You would certainly have been burned, had you lived a few centuries ago. It is true that I had a country walk on Thursday and came home in a dreadful mess, but as I have changed my clothes I can’t imagine how you deduce it. As to Mary Jane, she is incorrigible, and my wife has given her notice; but there, again, I fail to see how you work it out.” |"May kare Holms," me shwo, "se es tro. Yu sertem wud bi jal-ney, si yu wud jivi kelke sekla bak. Ver, me fai-te promena in agralanda pa chardi e lai-te a dom in dashat-ney stasa, bat bikos me he shanji may klaida me bu mog imajini komo yu dedukti se. Om Meri Jein, ela es nokorektibile, e may molya he fai warna a ela, bat snova, me fali vidi, komo yu pai gesi om se." |- |He chuckled to himself and rubbed his long, nervous hands together. |Lu fai hi-hi a swa e froti suy longe e nerva-ney handas tuhun. |- |“It is simplicity itself,” said he; “my eyes tell me that on the inside of your left shoe, just where the firelight strikes it, the leather is scored by six almost parallel cuts. Obviously they have been caused by someone who has very carelessly scraped round the edges of the sole in order to remove crusted mud from it. Hence, you see, my double deduction that you had been out in vile weather, and that you had a particularly malignant boot-slitting specimen of the London slavey. As to your practice, if a gentleman walks into my rooms smelling of iodoform, with a black mark of nitrate of silver upon his right forefinger, and a bulge on the right side of his top-hat to show where he has secreted his stethoscope, I must be dull, indeed, if I do not pronounce him to be an active member of the medical profession.” |"Es simplitaa selfa", lu shwo; "may okos shwo a me, ke on inen-taraf de yur shu lefte, yus wo luma de agni trefi it, piga es raspi-ney pa sit hampi paralele kata. Evidentem li bin kausi-ney bay wan kel he nokuydem raspi sirkum bordas de suola fo udali krosta-ney kicha fon it. Also, vidi, me fai dwaple dedukta, ke yu bin ausen in bade meteo, e ke yu hev osobem nuksanful musta de buta-fendi-she servijenta in London. Om yur praktika, si un sinior zin may shamba fauhi-yen pa iodoforma, hev-she swate marka de nitrata de argenta on suy desne dikifinga, e balja on desne flanka de suy silinda, lo kel diki wo lu he ahfi suy stetoskop, me mus bi stupide, verem, si me bu deklari ke lu es yuan aktive de medike profesion." |- |I could not help laughing at the ease with which he explained his process of deduction. “When I hear you give your reasons,” I remarked, “the thing always appears to me to be so ridiculously simple that I could easily do it myself, though at each successive instance of your reasoning I am baffled until you explain your process. And yet I believe that my eyes are as good as yours.” |Me bu mog fai sin ridi por fasilitaa, kun kel lu expliki suy prosesa de dedukta. "Wen me audi yu dai yur resones", me remarki, "kosa sempre sembli a me tanto ridivalem simple, ke me selfa wud mog fasilem resolvi it, obwol al kada nove kasu me es perplexe til ke yu expliki a me yur dumi-prosesa. E yedoh me kredi, ke may okos es sam hao kom yur." |- |“Quite so,” he answered, lighting a cigarette, and throwing himself down into an armchair. “You see, but you do not observe. The distinction is clear. For example, you have frequently seen the steps which lead up from the hall to this room.” |"Totem tak," lu jawabi, agnisi-yen sigareta, e lansi-yen swa in brachastula. "Yu vidi, bat yu bu observi. Distinta es klare. Fo exampla, yu he oftem vidi sulam kel dukti uupar fon vestibul a sey shamba." |- |“Frequently.” |"Oftem." |- |“How often?” |"Komo oftem?" |- |“Well, some hundreds of times.” |"Wel, kelke stoka ves." |- |“Then how many are there?” |"Dan, kwanto gradinas it hev?" |- |“How many? I don’t know.” |"Kwanto? Me bu jan." |- |“Quite so! You have not observed. And yet you have seen. That is just my point. Now, I know that there are seventeen steps, because I have both seen and observed. By the way, since you are interested in these little problems, and since you are good enough to chronicle one or two of my trifling experiences, you may be interested in this.” He threw over a sheet of thick, pink-tinted note-paper which had been lying open upon the table. “It came by the last post,” said he. “Read it aloud.” |"Totem tak! Yu bu he observi. E yedoh yu he vidi. To es yus may punta. Yedoh, me jan, ke ye shi-sem gradina, bikos me he i vidi i observi. Apropoo, bikos yu fai interes om sey syao problemas, e bikos yu he kroniki sufi-shem hao un o dwa fon may anubaves nomuhim, yu mog fai interes om se." Lu lansi lif de grose rose papir, kel lagi-te ofni-ney on tabla. "It lai-te bay laste meil," lu shwo. "Lekti se lautem." |- |The note was undated, and without either signature or address. |Nota bin sin datum e sin signatura oda adres. |- |“There will call upon you to-night, at a quarter to eight o’clock [it said], a gentleman who desires to consult you upon a matter of the very deepest moment. Your recent services to one of the royal houses of Europe have shown that you are one who may safely be trusted with matters which are of an importance which can hardly be exaggerated. This account of you we have from all quarters received. Be in your chamber then at that hour, and do not take it amiss if your visitor wear a mask. |"Sey aksham klok ot sin charfen sertene sinior kel yao konsulti yu om dela do zuy gro-ney muhimtaa, ve visiti yu. Yur nodave servas fo un fon regale domes de Europa he diki, ke yu es jen kel mog gei fidi sigurem om delas, kel-ney muhimtaa bu mog bi troisi-ney. Sey rakonta om yu fon oli taraf nu he resivi. Bi ba in yur shamba in toy ora, e bye missamaji, si yur visiter porti maska." |- |“This is indeed a mystery,” I remarked. “What do you imagine that it means?” |"Se es verem misteria," me remarki. "Kwo, yu dumi, se signifi?" |- | “I have no data yet. It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts. But the note itself. What do you deduce from it?” |"Me bu haishi hev koy informa. Es prime galta tu fai teoria bifoo ke oni hev informa. Sinmerkem oni begin torsi faktas dabe li fiti teorias, inplas shanji teorias, dabe li fiti faktas. Bat om nota selfa. Kwo yu dedukti fon it?" |- |I carefully examined the writing, and the paper upon which it was written. |Me atentem examini skribitura e papir, on kel it bin skribi-ney. |- |“The man who wrote it was presumably well to do,” I remarked, endeavouring to imitate my companion’s processes. “Such paper could not be bought under half a crown a packet. It is peculiarly strong and stiff.” |"Ti skribi it na jen es suposibilem riche," me remarki, trai-yen imiti prosesas de may kompanion. "Tal papir bu wud mog bi akwiri-ney pur meno kem haf-kraun per paketa. Es osobem forte e rigide." |- |“Peculiar – that is the very word,” said Holmes. “It is not an English paper at all. Hold it up to the light.” |"Osobe - to es exakte worda," Holms shwo. "It totem bu es inglish papir. Teni it kontra luma." |- |I did so, and saw a large “E” with a small “g,” a “P,” and a large “G” with a small “t” woven into the texture of the paper. |Me zwo tak, e vidi gran "E" kun syao "g", "P" e gran "G" kun syao "t" texi-ney in surfas de papir. |- |“What do you make of that?” asked Holmes. |"Kwo yu samaji fon to?" Holmes kwesti. |- |“The name of the maker, no doubt; or his monogram, rather.” |"Nam de fabriker, sin duba; oda luy monograma, pyu-nem." |- |“Not at all. The ‘G’ with the small ‘t’ stands for ‘Gesellschaft,’ which is the German for ‘Company.’ It is a customary contraction like our ‘Co.’ ‘P,’ of course, stands for ‘Papier.’ Now for the ‘Eg.’ Let us glance at our Continental Gazetteer.” He took down a heavy brown volume from his shelves. “Eglow, Eglonitz–here we are, Egria. It is in a German-speaking country–in Bohemia, not far from Carlsbad. ‘Remarkable as being the scene of the death of Wallenstein, and for its numerous glass-factories and paper-mills.’ Ha, ha, my boy, what do you make of that?” His eyes sparkled, and he sent up a great blue triumphant cloud from his cigarette. |"Totem non. "G" kun "t" syao signifi "Gesellschaft" kel es doiche fo "Firma". Es pinchan abreviasion kom nuy "Co". "P", evidentem, signifi "Papir". Nau vidi "Eg". Nu kan ba nuy "Kontinentike geografike info-kitaba.” Lu pren nich fon suy tanas den grave brun tom. "Eglow, Eglonitz... Walaa: Egria. It es in doiche-shwo-ke landa - in Bohemia, bu dalem fon Karlsbad. Merkival kom morta-loko de Wallenshtain, e por suy menga-ney glas- e papir-fabrikas. Ha-ha, may boy, kwo yu samaji fon to?" Luy okos brili e lu sendi uupar den gran blu triumfi-she badal fon suy sigareta. |- |“The paper was made in Bohemia,” I said. |"Papir bin fabriki-ney in Bohemia," me shwo. |- |“Precisely. And the man who wrote the note is a German. Do you note the peculiar construction of the sentence–‘This account of you we have from all quarters received.’ A Frenchman or Russian could not have written that. It is the German who is so uncourteous to his verbs. It only remains, therefore, to discover what is wanted by this German who writes upon Bohemian paper and prefers wearing a mask to showing his face. And here he comes, if I am not mistaken, to resolve all our doubts.” |"Exaktem. E jen kel skribi-te nota es doiche. Ob yu merki osobe konstrukta de frasa - 'Sey rakonta om yu fon oli taraf nu he resivi'. Franse oda ruski bu wud mog skribi to. Doiches hi trati swa-ney zwo-worda tanto bulatifem. It resti sol, ergo, tu deskovri kwo gei yao bay sey doichejen kel skribi on Bohemia-ney papir e preferi porti maska kem diki suy fasa. E walaa lu lai, si me bu galti, fo resolvi oli nuy duba." |- |As he spoke there was the sharp sound of horses’ hoofs and grating wheels against the curb, followed by a sharp pull at the bell. Holmes whistled. |Wen lu shwo, nu audi suon agude de kaval-huf e rotas skwili-she kontra kamina-borda, sekwi-ney bay agude tiras de glok. Holms wisli-ki. |- |“A pair, by the sound,” said he. “Yes,” he continued, glancing out of the window. “A nice little brougham and a pair of beauties. A hundred and fifty guineas apiece. There’s money in this case, Watson, if there is nothing else. |"Para kaval, suon indiki se," lu shwo. "Ya," lu kontinu, al kan fon winda. "Prival syao keb e para de jamilas. Sto petshi gini per un. Sey kasu gwansi mani, Wotson, mani enikas." |- |“I think that I had better go, Holmes.” |"Shayad es pyu hao ke me go, Holms." |- |“Not a bit, Doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell. And this promises to be interesting. It would be a pity to miss it.” |"Ga non, doktor. Resti wo yu es. Me es lusi-ney sin may biografier. E dela suli bi interes-ney. Wud bi afsos si yu paslasi it." |- |“But your client– –” |"Bat yur klienta ..." |- |“Never mind him. I may want your help, and so may he. Here he comes. Sit down in that armchair, Doctor, and give us your best attention.” |"Bu dumi om lu. Me mog nidi yur helpa, e lu toshi. Walaa lu lai. Sidi in toy brachastula, doktor, e atenti ba gro.” |- |A slow and heavy step, which had been heard upon the stairs and in the passage, paused immediately outside the door. Then there was a loud and authoritative tap. |Lente e grave stepas ke bin audi-ney on sulam e in koridor, stopi yus ausen dwar. Poy oni audi laute e komandalik tuka. |- |“Come in!” said Holmes. |"Zin!" Holms shwo. |- |A man entered who could hardly have been less than six feet six inches in height, with the chest and limbs of a Hercules. His dress was rich with a richness which would, in England, be looked upon as akin to bad taste. Heavy bands of astrakhan were slashed across the sleeves and fronts of his double-breasted coat, while the deep blue cloak which was thrown over his shoulders was lined with flame-coloured silk and secured at the neck with a brooch which consisted of a single flaming beryl. Boots which extended halfway up his calves, and which were trimmed at the tops with rich brown fur, completed the impression of barbaric opulence which was suggested by his whole appearance. He carried a broad-brimmed hat in his hand, while he wore across the upper part of his face, extending down past the cheekbones, a black vizard mask, which he had apparently adjusted that very moment, for his hand was still raised to it as he entered. From the lower part of the face he appeared to be a man of strong character, with a thick, hanging lip, and a long, straight chin suggestive of resolution pushed to the length of obstinacy. |Ti zin na man apena es meno kem 6 fut e 6 incha gao, kun sina e membas de Herkules. Suy klaida es riche, bat do tal richitaa kel wud bi, in Ingland, opini-ney kom simili-she bade gusta. Grave bandas de astrakan es suti-ney oblikwem on manshas e fasadas de suy palto do dwa buton-fila, duran ke tumblu mantela lansi-ney on suy plechas es subkapri-ney bay flama-kolor-ney silka e fixi-ney pa galsa bay klaspa do unple flami-she berila. Butas, kel extendi til mida de ikras e kel es orni-ney pa uupara bay riche brun farwa, kompletisi impresion de barbare luxitaa ke ol suy aspekta mah-fai. Lu teni shapa do chaure borda in handa, e uupare parta de suy fas es kovren bay swate maska kel extendi nich pas wanga-ostas. Den maska lu semblem yus ajusti-te, bikos suy handa es haishi lifti-ney a it wen lu zin. Judi-yen bay niche parta de fas, lu sembli bi manjen do forte karakter: grose ragi-she laba e longe rekte chibuk sugesti resolutitaa til ziditaa. |- |“You had my note?” he asked with a deep harsh voice and a strongly marked German accent. “I told you that I would call.” He looked from one to the other of us, as if uncertain which to address. |"Yu resivi-te may skriba?" lu kwesti bay glube e rauke vos kun forte doiche aksenta. "Me shwo-te a yu, ke me ve lai." Lu kan-kan nu fon un a otre, kwasi buserte, den hu adresi. |- |“Pray take a seat,” said Holmes. “This is my friend and colleague, Dr. Watson, who is occasionally good enough to help me in my cases. Whom have I the honour to address?” |"En-sidi, plis," Holms shwo. "Se es may amiga e kompanion, Dr. Wotson kel es koyves tanto karim ke ta helpi me in may gunsa. Kun hu me hev honor de kunshwo?” |- |“You may address me as the Count Von Kramm, a Bohemian nobleman. I understand that this gentleman, your friend, is a man of honour and discretion, whom I may trust with a matter of the most extreme importance. If not, I should much prefer to communicate with you alone.” |"Yu mog adresi me kom Komta Fon Kramm, noble Bohemia-jen. Me nadi ke sey sinior, yur amiga, es jen do honor e chaukitaa, a kel me mog konfidi dela do extreme muhimtaa. Si non, me'd gro-preferi komuniki kun yu sole. |- |I rose to go, but Holmes caught me by the wrist and pushed me back into my chair. “It is both, or none,” said he. “You may say before this gentleman anything which you may say to me.” |Me en-stan fo go, bat Holms kapti me pa polsa e pushi me bak in may stula. "Es oda nu ambi, oda nulwan," lu shwo. "Yu mog shwo bifoo sey sinior olo ke yu mog shwo a me." |- |The Count shrugged his broad shoulders. “Then I must begin,” said he, “by binding you both to absolute secrecy for two years; at the end of that time the matter will be of no importance. At present it is not too much to say that it is of such weight it may have an influence upon European history.” |Komta ek-lifti suy chaure plechas. "Also me mus begin," lu shwo, "al obligi yu oli dwa a absolute sekretnesa duran dwa yar; in fin de toy taim dela bu ve bi muhim. Nau bu es troisa tu shwo ke it hev tal gravitaa, ke it mog influsi Europa-ney historia." |- |“I promise,” said Holmes. |"Me wadi," Holms shwo. |- |“And I.” |"Me toshi." |- |“You will excuse this mask,” continued our strange visitor. “The august person who employs me wishes his agent to be unknown to you, and I may confess at once that the title by which I have just called myself is not exactly my own.” |"Pardoni sey maska," nuy ajibe visiter kontinu. "Gro-eminente persona, kel betaski me, yao ke suy agenta es bukonen a yu, e me mog konfesi tuy ke titla bay kel me yus he nami swa bu es exaktem may prope." |- |“I was aware of it,” said Holmes dryly. |"Me merki-te se," Holms shwo lengem. |- |“The circumstances are of great delicacy, and every precaution has to be taken to quench what might grow to be an immense scandal and seriously compromise one of the reigning families of Europe. To speak plainly, the matter implicates the great House of Ormstein, hereditary kings of Bohemia.” |"Halat es gro-delikate, e oni mus fai oli chauka-stepa, dabe tushi to kel wud mog kresi inu gro-skandal e kel mog dusfamisi seriosem un fon regi-she familias de Europa. Shwo-yen kurtem, toy dela gwansi mahan Dom de Ormstain, herede regas de Bohemia." |- |“I was also aware of that,” murmured Holmes, settling himself down in his armchair and closing his eyes. |"Me suposi-te yus to," Holms murmuri, al instali swa in brachastula e al klosi okos. |- |Our visitor glanced with some apparent surprise at the languid, lounging figure of the man who had been no doubt depicted to him as the most incisive reasoner and most energetic agent in Europe. Holmes slowly reopened his eyes and looked impatiently at his gigantic client. |Nuy visiter kan kun vidi-ney surprisa an mlan, lagem sidi-she figura de man ke oni sin duba deskribi-te a lu kom zuy yarke resoni-sha e zuy energike detektif de Europa. Holmes riofni lentem suy okos e kan nosabrem suy gigantike klienta. |- |“If your Majesty would condescend to state your case,” he remarked, “I should be better able to advise you.” |"Si Yur Mahantaa wud mog kondesendi expliki yur kasu," lu remarki, "fo me wud bi pyu fasile, tu fai konsila a yu." |- |The man sprang from his chair and paced up and down the room in uncontrollable agitation. Then, with a gesture of desperation, he tore the mask from his face and hurled it upon the ground. “You are right,” he cried; “I am the King. Why should I attempt to conceal it?” |Man en-stan pa salta fon stula e begin go-go tra shamba pa gro-agita. Dan, kun denada-ney jesta, lu ek-depon maska fon fas e shwai it on poda. "Yu es prave," lu exklami; "Me es Rego. Way me mus trai ahfi se?" |- |“Why, indeed?” murmured Holmes. “Your Majesty had not spoken before I was aware that I was addressing Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond von Ormstein, Grand Duke of Cassel-Felstein, and hereditary King of Bohemia.” |"Ver, way?" Holms murmuri. "Yur Mahantaa haishi bu en-shwo-te wen me yo jan-te ke me adresi Wilhelm Gotsraih Sigismond von Ormstain, mahan Duko de Kasel-Felstain e herede Rego de Bohemia." |- |“But you can understand,” said our strange visitor, sitting down once more and passing his hand over his high white forehead, “you can understand that I am not accustomed to doing such business in my own person. Yet the matter was so delicate that I could not confide it to an agent without putting myself in his power. I have come incognito from Prague for the purpose of consulting you.” |"Bat yu mog samaji," nuy ajibe visiter shwo al en-sidi snova e al muvi suy handa sobre suy gao e blan fronta, "yu mog samaji, ke me bu hev abyas de zun tal dela pa selfa. Yedoh dela es tanto delikate, ke me bu wud mog konfidi it a polis-agenta sin riska de geti sub suy mahta. Me he lai ahfem fon Praha, dabe pai konsulta fon yu." |- |“Then, pray consult,” said Holmes, shutting his eyes once more. |"Dan, pai it, bi karim," Holms shwo, al klosi snova suy okos. |- |“The facts are briefly these: Some five years ago, during a lengthy visit to Warsaw, I made the acquaintance of the well-known adventuress, Irene Adler. The name is no doubt familiar to you.” |"Faktas es brevem tal: sirke pet yar bak, duran longe visita in Varshava, me en-koni-te den hao jan-ney dusaventurnik Iren Adler. Nam es sin duba koni-ney a yu." |- |“Kindly look her up in my index, Doctor,” murmured Holmes without opening his eyes. For many years he had adopted a system of docketing all paragraphs concerning men and things, so that it was difficult to name a subject or a person on which he could not at once furnish information. In this case I found her biography sandwiched in between that of a Hebrew rabbi and that of a staff-commander who had written a monograph upon the deep-sea fishes. |"Bi karim, shuki ela in may kataloga, doktor," Holms murmuri sin ofni okos. Duran mucho yar lu he adopti sistema de registring de faktas gwansi-she jenes e kosas, also es mushkile tu nami tema oda persona, om kel lu bu wud mog tuy furni informa. In sey kasu me findi suy biografia inter toy-la de ivri rabin e toy-la de staba-shefa kel he skribi monografia om fishes de glube mar. |- |“Let me see!” said Holmes. “Hum! Born in New Jersey in the year 1858. Contralto—hum! La Scala, hum! Prima donna Imperial Opera of Warsaw—yes! Retired from operatic stage—ha! Living in London—quite so! Your Majesty, as I understand, became entangled with this young person, wrote her some compromising letters, and is now desirous of getting those letters back.” |"Lasi me kan!" Holms shwo. "Hm! Janmi in Nyu Jersi in yar 1858. Kontralto – hm! La Skala, hm! Primadona de Imperator-ney Opera in Varshava – ya! Kwiti opera-ney skena – ha! Residi in London – ga tak! Yur Mahantaa, kom me samaji, zin-te relatas kun sey yunge persona, skribi-te a ela letas do posible dusfama, e nau wud yao pai toy letas bak. |- |“Precisely so. But how—” |"Exaktem tak. Bat komo...” |- |“Was there a secret marriage?” |"Ob ye-te sekret-ney gama?" |- |“None.” |"Nul." |- |“No legal papers or certificates?” |"Nul jura-ney papir o dokumenta?" |- |“None.” |"Nul." |- |“Then I fail to follow your Majesty. If this young person should produce her letters for blackmailing or other purposes, how is she to prove their authenticity?” |"Dan me fali samaji yur Mahantaa. Si sey yunge persona wud yao utili letas fo shantaja oda fo koy otre gola, komo ela mog pruvi ley autentikitaa?" |- |“There is the writing.” |"May skribitip." |- |“Pooh, pooh! Forgery.” |"Pu, pu! Falsifika." |- |“My private note-paper.” |"May private nota-papir." |- |“Stolen.” |"Chori-ney." |- |“My own seal.” |"May prope sigla." |- |“Imitated.” |"Imiti-ney." |- |“My photograph.” |"May foto." |- |“Bought.” |"Kupi-ney." ("Photoshopi-ney." ;) ) |- |“We were both in the photograph.” |"Nu ambi es in foto." |- |“Oh, dear! That is very bad! Your Majesty has indeed committed an indiscretion.” |"Oo! To es gro-bade! Yur Mahantaa he verem zwo nochaukitaa." |- |“I was mad—insane.” |"Me bin pagale por inluba." |- |“You have compromised yourself seriously.” |"Yu he nuksani swa seriosem." |- |“I was only Crown Prince then. I was young. I am but thirty now.” |"Dan me bin sol kronprinsa. Me bin yunge. Iven nau me es apena do trishi yar." |- |“It must be recovered.” |"It mus bi pai-ney bak." |- |“We have tried and failed.” |"Nu probi-te bat fali-te." |- |“Your Majesty must pay. It must be bought.” |"Yur Mahantaa mus pagi. It mus bi kupi-ney." |- |“She will not sell.” |"Ela bu ve vendi." |- |“Stolen, then.” |"Dan, chori-ney." |- |“Five attempts have been made. Twice burglars in my pay ransacked her house. Once we diverted her luggage when she travelled. Twice she has been waylaid. There has been no result.” |"Ye-te pet proba. Dwa ves ti me pagi na jen beshuki-te elay dom. Un ves nu ridirigi-te elay bagaja al ke ela safari. Dwa ves nu fai-te ambush. Resulta yok.” |- |“No sign of it?” |"Ga yok?" |- |“Absolutely none.” |"Totem yok." |- |Holmes laughed. “It is quite a pretty little problem,” said he. |Holms fai hi-hi. "Es ya mushkile hi problema-ki." lu shwo. |- |“But a very serious one to me,” returned the King reproachfully. |"Bat es gro-muhim fo me." Rego bakshwo reproshem. |- |“Very, indeed. And what does she propose to do with the photograph?” |"Ver, gro. E kwo ela intenti zwo om toy foto?" |- |“To ruin me.” |"Ruini me." |- |“But how?” |"Bat komo?" |- |“I am about to be married.” |"Me sal gami." |- |“So I have heard.” |"Me audi-te se." |- |“To Clotilde Lothman von Saxe-Meningen, second daughter of the King of Scandinavia. You may know the strict principles of her family. She is herself the very soul of delicacy. A shadow of a doubt as to my conduct would bring the matter to an end.” |"Den Klotilde Lotman fon Saxe-Meningen, dwa-ney docha de Rego de Skandinavia. Yu mog jan strikte prinsipes de suy familia. Ela es delikatitaa selfa. Iven syao shada de duba om may suluka mog finisi dela." |- |“And Irene Adler?” |"E Iren Adler?" |- |“Threatens to send them the photograph. And she will do it. I know that she will do it. You do not know her, but she has a soul of steel. She has the face of the most beautiful of women, and the mind of the most resolute of men. Rather than I should marry another woman, there are no lengths to which she would not go—none.” |"Ela ugrosi sendi foto a li. E ela ve zwo se. Me jan, ke ela ve zwo se. Yu bu koni ela, bat ela hev atma aus stal. Ela hev fas de gro-jamile gina, bat menta de gro-resolute manjen. Dabe bu lasi me gami otre gina, ela mog zwo enisa - enisa hi." |- |“You are sure that she has not sent it yet?” |"Yu es serte, ke ela bu haishi sendi-te it?" |- |“I am sure.” |"Me es serte." |- |“And why?” |"E way?" |- |“Because she has said that she would send it on the day when the betrothal was publicly proclaimed. That will be next Monday.” |"Bikos ela he shwo, ke ela ve sendi it in dey, wen nuy dulhifa es publikem proklami-ney. To ve bi undi sekwi-she." |- |“Oh, then we have three days yet,” said Holmes with a yawn. “That is very fortunate, as I have one or two matters of importance to look into just at present. Your Majesty will, of course, stay in London for the present?” |"Oo, dan nu hev haishi tri dey," Holms shwo al guapi. "To es gro-hao, bikos me hev un oda dwa dela muhim fo zun nau hi. Yur Mahantaa ve resti, evidentem, in London fo nau?" |- |“Certainly. You will find me at the Langham under the name of the Count Von Kramm.” |"Sertem. Yu ve findi me pa Lenghem hotel sub nam de Komta Fon Kram." |- |“Then I shall drop you a line to let you know how we progress.” |"Also me ve sendi yu nota-ki fo informi yu, komo nu progresi." |- |“Pray do so. I shall be all anxiety.” |"Fai tak, bi karim. Me es ya gro-agiti-ney." |- |“Then, as to money?” |"Also, om mani?" |- |“You have carte blanche.” |"Spendi ba kwanto treba." |- |“Absolutely?” |"Absolutem?" |- |“I tell you that I would give one of the provinces of my kingdom to have that photograph.” |"Me shwo a yu, ke me wud dai un provinsia de may regilanda fo hev toy foto." |- |“And for present expenses?” |"E fo nau-spendas?" |- |The King took a heavy chamois leather bag from under his cloak and laid it on the table. |Rego pren fon sub suy mantela den grave gamusa-ney bao e pon it on tabla. |- |“There are three hundred pounds in gold and seven hundred in notes,” he said. |"Se es tristo paun in golda e semsto in bileta," lu shwo. |- |Holmes scribbled a receipt upon a sheet of his note-book and handed it to him. |Holms skribi resivi-nota on lif de suy dafta e handi it a lu. |- |“And Mademoiselle’s address?” he asked. |"E adres de mis?" lu kwesti. |- |“Is Briony Lodge, Serpentine Avenue, St. John’s Wood.” |"Es Braioni-loj, Serpentain avenu, Sent-Jon’s Wud." |- |Holmes took a note of it. “One other question,” said he. “Was the photograph a cabinet?” |Holms noti se. "Yoshi un kwesta," lu shwo. "Ob foto es do shamba-ney sais?" |- |“It was.” |"Ya, es tal." |- |“Then, good-night, your Majesty, and I trust that we shall soon have some good news for you. And good-night, Watson,” he added, as the wheels of the royal brougham rolled down the street. “If you will be good enough to call to-morrow afternoon at three o’clock I should like to chat this little matter over with you.” |"Also, hao nocha, yur Mahantaa, e me kredi ke sun nu ve hev koy hao habar fo yu. E hao nocha, Wotson," lu adi, wen rotas de keb regale en-roli pa gata. "Bi karim, lai ba manya klok tri afte middey, me wud yao toki kun yu om sey dela-ki." |} = 2 = {|width=100% |- |width=50%|At three o’clock precisely I was at Baker Street, but Holmes had not yet returned. The landlady informed me that he had left the house shortly after eight o’clock in the morning. I sat down beside the fire, however, with the intention of awaiting him, however long he might be. I was already deeply interested in his inquiry, for, though it was surrounded by none of the grim and strange features which were associated with the two crimes which I have already recorded, still, the nature of the case and the exalted station of his client gave it a character of its own. Indeed, apart from the nature of the investigation which my friend had on hand, there was something in his masterly grasp of a situation, and his keen, incisive reasoning, which made it a pleasure to me to study his system of work, and to follow the quick, subtle methods by which he disentangled the most inextricable mysteries. So accustomed was I to his invariable success that the very possibility of his failing had ceased to enter into my head. |width=50%|Klok tri exaktem me es pa Beiker-strit, bat Holms bu returni-te haishi. Domgina informi me, ke lu he kwiti dom sun afte klok ot pa sabah. Me en-sidi bli agni, yedoh, kun intenta finweiti lu, komo unkwe longem treba weiti. Me yo fai interes glube om suy investiga, bikos, obwol it bu hev toy glume e ajibe treta ke ti me yo registri na dwa krimen hev-te, natura de sey kasu e gao posision de suy klienta mah it nopinchan. Ver, apartem fon natura de investiga ke may amiga zai fai, ye koysa in suy master-ney graspa de situasion e in suy agude e yarke resoning kel mah me jui al studi luy sistema de gunsa e al sekwi kway, kushale metodas bay kel lu detanglisi noresolvibile misterias. Me es tanto abyas-ney a suy sempre-ney sukses ke iven posiblitaa de suy fala bu zin may kapa. |- |It was close upon four before the door opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-kempt and side-whiskered, with an inflamed face and disreputable clothes, walked into the room. Accustomed as I was to my friend’s amazing powers in the use of disguises, I had to look three times before I was certain that it was indeed he. With a nod he vanished into the bedroom, whence he emerged in five minutes tweed-suited and respectable, as of old. Putting his hands into his pockets, he stretched out his legs in front of the fire and laughed heartily for some minutes. |Es bli klok char wen dwar ofni e den shamba zin pyan-si kavalyuan, yeroshi-ney e wanga-har-ney, do inflami-ney fas e lao povre klaida. Obwol me es abyasen a may-amiga-ney astoni-she kapablitaa de ahfi-klaidi, me majbur kan tri ves bifoo ke me es serte, ke es verem lu. Kun ek-noda lu desapari in somnishamba, fon wo lu riapari afte pet minuta, klaidi-ney in twid-kostum e hao-aspekti-she, kom sempre. Al sovi suy handas in poshes, lu extendi suy gambas bifoo agni e fai hi-hi kordialem duran kelke minuta. |- |“Well, really!” he cried, and then he choked and laughed again until he was obliged to lie back, limp and helpless, in the chair. |"Hao, verem!" lu krai, poy fa-tufi e fai hi-hi snova til ke lu majbur en-lagi bak on stula, laxe e sinmahte. |- |“What is it?” |"Kwo ye?" |- |“It’s quite too funny. I am sure you could never guess how I employed my morning, or what I ended by doing.” |"Es totem tro amusi-she. Me es serte, ke yu wud mog neva gesi, komo me utilisi-te may sabah, oda kwo me zwo-te pa fin." |- |“I can’t imagine. I suppose that you have been watching the habits, and perhaps the house, of Miss Irene Adler.” |"Me bu mog imajini. Me suposi, ke yu he wahti abyases, e posiblem dom, de mis Iren Adler." |- |“Quite so; but the sequel was rather unusual. I will tell you, however. I left the house a little after eight o’clock this morning in the character of a groom out of work. There is a wonderful sympathy and freemasonry among horsey men. Be one of them, and you will know all that there is to know. I soon found Briony Lodge. It is a bijou villa, with a garden at the back, but built out in front right up to the road, two stories. Chubb lock to the door. Large sitting-room on the right side, well furnished, with long windows almost to the floor, and those preposterous English window fasteners which a child could open. Behind there was nothing remarkable, save that the passage window could be reached from the top of the coach-house. I walked round it and examined it closely from every point of view, but without noting anything else of interest. |"Totem tak; bat sekwa bin aika ajibe. Me ve shwo a yu, yedoh. Me chu dom shao hi afte ora 8 sey sabah in aspekta de kavalyuan sin emploisa. Ye diva-ney mutu-pria e amigitaa inter kavalyuan. Bikam un fon li, e yu ve jan olo, ke ye fo jan. Me findi Braioni-loj sun. Es syao luxe vila do dwa etaja yus bli kamina, kun garden baken. Chab-ney kufla pa dwar. Gran salon desnen, hao mebeli-ney, kun longe windas hampi til poda, e toy absurde inglish winda-fixika ke eni kinda wud mog ofni. Baken ye nixa merkival, exepte ke koridor-winda es atenibile fon ruf de keb-dom. Me promeni sirkum it e examini it atentem fon oli punta de vida, bat sin merki koysa otre interes-ney. |- |I then lounged down the street and found, as I expected, that there was a mews in a lane which runs down by one wall of the garden. I lent the ostlers a hand in rubbing down their horses, and received in exchange twopence, a glass of half-and-half, two fills of shag tobacco, and as much information as I could desire about Miss Adler, to say nothing of half a dozen other people in the neighbourhood in whom I was not in the least interested, but whose biographies I was compelled to listen to.” |Poy me flani along gata e findi, yus kom me expekti-te, ke ye kavaldom in gata-ki bordi-she garden-mur. Me helpi kavalyuanes tu froti-suhisi ley kavales, e pur to resivi dwa peni, un glasa de vodka, dwa porsion de nofaine tabak, e tanto mucho informa kwanto me'd mog yao om mis Adler, sin mensioni haf shi-dwaka de otre jen in visintaa, om kel me totem bu fai interes, bat kel-ney biografias me majbur audi." |- |“And what of Irene Adler?” I asked. |"E kwo om Iren Adler?" me kwesti. |- |“Oh, she has turned all the men’s heads down in that part. She is the daintiest thing under a bonnet on this planet. So say the Serpentine-mews, to a man. She lives quietly, sings at concerts, drives out at five every day, and returns at seven sharp for dinner. Seldom goes out at other times, except when she sings. Has only one male visitor, but a good deal of him. He is dark, handsome, and dashing, never calls less than once a day, and often twice. He is a Mr. Godfrey Norton, of the Inner Temple. See the advantages of a cabman as a confidant. They had driven him home a dozen times from Serpentine-mews, and knew all about him. When I had listened to all they had to tell, I began to walk up and down near Briony Lodge once more, and to think over my plan of campaign. |"Oo, ela he pagalisi kapa de oli man in toy urba-parta. Ela es zuy charmaful jivika sub gina-ney shapa-ki on sey planeta. Oli Serpentain-kavalyuan shwo tak, oli hi. Ela jivi trankwilem, gani in konsertas, chu-raki klok pet kada dey e returni klok sem exaktem fo akshamfan. Rarem chu in otre taim, exepte wen ela gani. Sol un man visiti ela, bat visiti muy oftem. Lu es tumhar-ney, jamile e hao-klaiden, fai visita amini un ves per dey, e oftem dwa ves. Lu es sinior Godfri Norton, fon Iner Templ. Yu vidi ya avantaja de hev fida de garijen. Li gwo sundi lu a dom fon Serpentain-kavaldom mucho ves, e li jan olo om lu. Afte audi olo ke li hev fo shwo, me begin promeni ahir-adar bli Braioni-loj e dumi om may plan de kampania. |- |This Godfrey Norton was evidently an important factor in the matter. He was a lawyer. That sounded ominous. What was the relation between them, and what the object of his repeated visits? Was she his client, his friend, or his mistress? If the former, she had probably transferred the photograph to his keeping. If the latter, it was less likely. On the issue of this question depended whether I should continue my work at Briony Lodge, or turn my attention to the gentleman’s chambers in the Temple. It was a delicate point, and it widened the field of my inquiry. I fear that I bore you with these details, but I have to let you see my little difficulties, if you are to understand the situation.” |Sey Godfri Norton es verem muhim faktor in toy dela. Lu es jurista. To suoni dussignem. Kwel es relata inter li, e kwel es gola de suy ofte visitas? Ob ela es suy klientina, suy amiga, oda suy lubigina? Si lo bifoo-ney, shayad ela he dai a lu den foto fo kiping. Si lo laste, se es meno probable. Fon sey kwesta dependi, ob me treba kontinu may gunsa pa Braioni-loj oda turni may atenta a flat de sey sinior in Templ. Es delikate kwesta, e it chaurisi felda de may investiga. Me fobi ke me gro-tedi yu bay sey detales, bat dabe yu samaji situasion, me mus mah yu vidi may mushkila-ki." |- |“I am following you closely,” I answered. |"Me sekwi yur rakonta atentem," me jawabi. |- |“I was still balancing the matter in my mind when a hansom cab drove up to Briony Lodge, and a gentleman sprang out. He was a remarkably handsome man, dark, aquiline, and moustached—evidently the man of whom I had heard. He appeared to be in a great hurry, shouted to the cabman to wait, and brushed past the maid who opened the door with the air of a man who was thoroughly at home. |"Me haishi zai bedumi dela in may menta, wen dwa-rada-ney keb lai-raki a Braioni-loj, e un sinior aussalti. Lu es gro-jamile, tumhar-ney, orlalik e mustash-ney - klarem toy man, om kel me audi-te. Lu semblem gro-hasti. Lu krai a garijen tu weiti e lopi pas ti ofni dwar na servi-gela kom jen kel es totem she swa. |- |He was in the house about half an hour, and I could catch glimpses of him in the windows of the sitting-room, pacing up and down, talking excitedly, and waving his arms. Of her I could see nothing. Presently he emerged, looking even more flurried than before. As he stepped up to the cab, he pulled a gold watch from his pocket and looked at it earnestly, ‘Drive like the devil,’ he shouted, ‘first to Gross & Hankey’s in Regent Street, and then to the Church of St. Monica in the Edgeware Road. Half a guinea if you do it in twenty minutes!’ |Lu es in dom sirke haf-ora, e me mog ek-vidi-ek-vidi in salon-winda, komo lu go ahir-adar, shwo-yen agitem e mavi-yen brachas. Den ela me bu mog vidi. Nau lu apari, do aspekta iven pyu exiti-ney kem bifooen. Wen lu lai a keb, lu tiri golde kloka fon posh e kan it lagan-nem. 'Raki gro-kway!', lu exklami, 'un-nem a Gros e Henki in Rijent-strit, e poy a Kirka de Sante Monika in Ejwer-rod. Haf de gini si yu zwo se duran dwashi minuta!' |- |“Away they went, and I was just wondering whether I should not do well to follow them when up the lane came a neat little landau, the coachman with his coat only half-buttoned, and his tie under his ear, while all the tags of his harness were sticking out of the buckles. It hadn’t pulled up before she shot out of the hall door and into it. I only caught a glimpse of her at the moment, but she was a lovely woman, with a face that a man might die for. |Li go wek, e me en-dumi ob me gai sekwi li, ewalaa un syao prival lando-gari lai a dom. Garijen es al mantela sol haf-butoni-ney, al tay sub aur, e jota-ney beltas es ausen klaspas. Al ke it stopi, ela fliti aus vila-dwar e zin it. Me sol ek-vidi hi ela dan, bat se sufi: ela es charmaful gina, do tal fas, fo kel man wud mog morti. |- |‘The Church of St. Monica, John,’ she cried, ‘and half a sovereign if you reach it in twenty minutes.’ |'Kirka de Sante Monika, Jon,' ela exklami, 'e haf-sovrin si yu ateni it duran dwashi minuta'. |- |“This was quite too good to lose, Watson. I was just balancing whether I should run for it, or whether I should perch behind her landau when a cab came through the street. The driver looked twice at such a shabby fare, but I jumped in before he could object. ‘The Church of St. Monica,’ said I, ‘and half a sovereign if you reach it in twenty minutes.’ It was twenty-five minutes to twelve, and of course it was clear enough what was in the wind. |Es bu-gai-lusi-ke kasu, Wotson. Al ke me zai desidi, ob me gai lopi baken lando oda klingi a it-ney baka, un keb apari in gata. Kebyuan hesiti ob pren tal shma-klienta, bat me inusalti bifoo ke lu mog objeti. 'Kirka de Sante Monika,' me shwo, 'e haf-sovrin, si yu ateni it duran dwashi minuta.' Es klok shi-dwa sin dwashi pet, also bu es mushkile tu samaji situasion". |- |“My cabby drove fast. I don’t think I ever drove faster, but the others were there before us. The cab and the landau with their steaming horses were in front of the door when I arrived. I paid the man and hurried into the church. There was not a soul there save the two whom I had followed and a surpliced clergyman, who seemed to be expostulating with them. They were all three standing in a knot in front of the altar. I lounged up the side aisle like any other idler who has dropped into a church. Suddenly, to my surprise, the three at the altar faced round to me, and Godfri Norton came running as hard as he could towards me. |May keb raki gro-kway. Semblem me bu gwo raki tanto kway bifooen, yedoh otras es dar bifoo nu. Keb e lando-gari kun ley vapori-she kavales es bifoo kirka-dwar wen me arivi. Me pagi a kebyuan e fa-lansi inu kirka. Dar ye nul jen exepte ti me sekwi na dwa-la e kirkayuan kel semblem zai shwofu li. Oli tri zai stan bifoo altar. Me begin go ahir-adar in flanke pasaja, tak kom eni otre flaner kel ouran zin kirka. Turan, pa may surprisa, sey tri pa altar turni swa a me, e Godfri Norton fa-lansi versu me. |- |“ ‘Thank God,’ he cried. ‘You’ll do. Come! Come!’ |'Shukran a Boh", lu krai. "Yu godi. Lai! Lai!' |- |“ ‘What then?’ I asked. |'Kwo ye?' me kwesti. |- |“ ‘Come, man, come, only three minutes, or it won’t be legal.’ |'Kamon, hao jen, kamon, ye sol tri minuta, otrem se bu ve bi kanun-ney.' |- |“I was half-dragged up to the altar, and before I knew where I was I found myself mumbling responses which were whispered in my ear, and vouching for things of which I knew nothing, and generally assisting in the secure tying up of Irene Adler, spinster, to Godfri Norton, bachelor. It was all done in an instant, and there was the gentleman thanking me on the one side and the lady on the other, while the clergyman beamed on me in front. It was the most preposterous position in which I ever found myself in my life, and it was the thought of it that started me laughing just now. It seems that there had been some informality about their license, that the clergyman absolutely refused to marry them without a witness of some sort, and that my lucky appearance saved the bridegroom from having to sally out into the streets in search of a best man. The bride gave me a sovereign, and I mean to wear it on my watch chain in memory of the occasion.” |Me es haf-tranen versu altar, e bifoo samaji kwo eventi, me findi swa murmuri-she jawabas ke oni hamsi in may aures, kasami-she om delas ke me bu koni, e generalem helpi-she gaming de Iren Adler e Godfri Norton. Olo es zwo-ney in momenta, ewalaa sinior yo zai danki me fon un taraf e dama fon otre taraf, duran ke kirkayuan zai smaili-rayvati an me. Es zuy pumbe situasion in kel me gwo findi swa, rememba om it hi mah-te me ridi. Semblem li hev-te koy formale mushkila, e kirkayuan totem refusi-te zwo ley gama sin koy gavaher, also may fortune apara librisi-te dulho fon nesesitaa de lopi-chu a gata fo shuki jen. Dulhina dai a me un sovrin, e me intenti porti it on may kloka-kadena pa rememba de sey aventura." |- |“This is a very unexpected turn of affairs,” said I; “and what then?” |"Es ga noexpekti-ney turna de dela." me shwo; "e kwo poy?" |- |“Well, I found my plans very seriously menaced. It looked as if the pair might take an immediate departure, and so necessitate very prompt and energetic measures on my part. At the church door, however, they separated, he driving back to the Temple, and she to her own house. ‘I shall drive out in the park at five as usual,’ she said as she left him. I heard no more. They drove away in different directions, and I went off to make my own arrangements.” |"Wel, me samaji ke may plan es seriosem ugrosi-ney. Semblem toy para sal departi tuy, also fon may taraf treba fai ajile e energike akta. Pa dwar de kirka, yedoh, li separi: lu starti bak a Templ, e ela a suy prope dom. 'Me ve raki a parka klok pet kom pinchanem,' ela shwo al fai adyoo. Me audi nixa poy. Li raki wek a farke taraf, e me returni fo fai sertene tayaring." |- |“Which are?” |"Kwel tayaring?" |- |“Some cold beef and a glass of beer,” he answered, ringing the bell. “I have been too busy to think of food, and I am likely to be busier still this evening. By the way, Doctor, I shall want your co-operation.” |"Kelke lenge masu e glasa de bira", lu jawabi al titini glok. "Me tro mangi-te fo dumi om chia, e semblem me sal mangi iven pyu pa sey aksham. Apropoo, doktor, me ve treba yur ko-opera." |- |“I shall be delighted.” |"Me joi." |- |“You don’t mind breaking the law?” |"Ob yu fobi violati kanun?" |- |“Not in the least.” |"Ga non." |- |“Nor running a chance of arrest?” |"Iven al riski gei aresti?" |- |“Not in a good cause.” |"Fo hao dela me es tayar fo se." |- |“Oh, the cause is excellent!” |"Oo, dela es gro-hao!” |- |“Then I am your man.” |"Dan me es yur hi jen." |- |“I was sure that I might rely on you.” |"Me bin serte, ke me mog fidi yu." |- |“But what is it you wish?” |"Bat kwo yu yao?" |- |“When Mrs. Turner has brought in the tray I will make it clear to you. Now,” he said as he turned hungrily on the simple fare that our landlady had provided, “I must discuss it while I eat, for I have not much time. It is nearly five now. In two hours we must be on the scene of action. Miss Irene, or Madame, rather, returns from her drive at seven. We must be at Briony Lodge to meet her.” |"Wen Madam Turner ve he bringi fan, me ve expliki se a yu... Nau," lu shwo al hungem begin chi den simple fan ke nuy domgina he tayari, "Me mus diskusi olo duran chiing, bikos me hev bu mucho taim. Es hampi klok pet. Afte dwa ora nu mus bi in treba-ney loko. Mis Iren, oda pyu-nem madam, returni fon suy raking klok sem. Nu mus bi pa Braioni-loj fo miti ela." |- |“And what then?” |"E kwo poy?" |- |“You must leave that to me. I have already arranged what is to occur. There is only one point on which I must insist. You must not interfere, come what may. You understand?” |"Yu mus lyu to a me. Me he yo organisi to kel mus eventi. Ye sol un punta om kel me mus insisti. Bye interfai, kwo unkwe eventi. Ob yu samaji?" |- |“I am to be neutral?” |"Also, me mus bi neutrale?" |- |“To do nothing whatever. There will probably be some small unpleasantness. Do not join in it. It will end in my being conveyed into the house. Four or five minutes afterwards the sitting-room window will open. You are to station yourself close to that open window.” |"Yu mus zwo nixa hi. Ve ye shayad koy nopriatitaa. Bye interfai. It ve fa-fini pa ke oni ve porti me inu dom. Afte char o pet minuta salon-ney winda ve bi ofni-ney. Yu mus plasi swa bli toy winda." |- |“Yes.” |"Hao." |- |“You are to watch me, for I will be visible to you.” |"Yu ve mus observi me, me ve bi vidibile fo yu." |- |“Yes.” |"Hao." |- |“And when I raise my hand — so — you will throw into the room what I give you to throw, and will, at the same time, raise the cry of fire. You quite follow me?” |"E wen me ve lifti may handa - tak - yu ve lansi inu shamba to ke me ve dai a yu fo lansi, e pa same taim en-krai: "Agnibeda!". Ob yu fulem samaji?" |- |“Entirely.” |"Fulem." |- |“It is nothing very formidable,” he said, taking a long cigar-shaped roll from his pocket. “It is an ordinary plumber’s smoke-rocket, fitted with a cap at either end to make it self-lighting. Your task is confined to that. When you raise your cry of fire, it will be taken up by quite a number of people. You may then walk to the end of the street, and I will rejoin you in ten minutes. I hope that I have made myself clear?” |"Bu es danja-ney," lu shwo al pren aus posh den longe rolika in forma de sigara. "Es pinchan fum-raketa, do kapsel pa kada fin fo selfa-agnisa. Yur taska es limiti-ney a to. Wen yu krai om agni, menga de jen ve begin ko-krai. Dan yu mog promeni a fin de gata, e me ve hunti a yu afte shi minuta. Yu he samaji olo, me nadi?" |- |“I am to remain neutral, to get near the window, to watch you, and at the signal to throw in this object, then to raise the cry of fire, and to wait you at the corner of the street.” |"Me mus resti neutrale, lai a winda, observi yu, e afte yur signal na lansi sey obyekta inu, poy en-krai om agnibeda e weiti yu pa angula de gata." |- |“Precisely.” |"Exaktem." |- |“Then you may entirely rely on me.” |"Dan yu mog ya fidi me." |- |“That is excellent. I think, perhaps, it is almost time that I prepare for the new role I have to play.” |"To es gro-hao. Shayad es yo taim fo ke me tayari swa fo nove ruola ke me mus plei." |- |He disappeared into his bedroom and returned in a few minutes in the character of an amiable and simple-minded Nonconformist clergyman. His broad black hat, his baggy trousers, his white tie, his sympathetic smile, and general look of peering and benevolent curiosity were such as Mr. John Hare alone could have equalled. It was not merely that Holmes changed his costume. His expression, his manner, his very soul seemed to vary with every fresh part that he assumed. The stage lost a fine actor, even as science lost an acute reasoner, when he became a specialist in crime. |Lu desapari inu suy somnishamba e returni afte kelke minuta in aspekta de amigalik e pumbe kirkayuan. Suy swate chaure shapa, suy tro chaure panta, suy blan tay, suy prival smaila, e generale aspekta de karimtaa e jigyas es tal ke sol sinior Jon Hea wud mog egalefai kun ta. Bu es sol por ke Holms shanji-te kostum. Suy myen, suy suluka, iven suy atma sembli shanji segun kada nove ruola ke ta plei. Skena lusi-te gro-hao aktor, sam kom vigyan lusi-te faine dumer, wen lu bikam-te spesialista in krimen. |- |It was a quarter past six when we left Baker Street, and it still wanted ten minutes to the hour when we found ourselves in Serpentine Avenue. It was already dusk, and the lamps were just being lighted as we paced up and down in front of Briony Lodge, waiting for the coming of its occupant. The house was just such as I had pictured it from Sherlock Holmes’ succinct description, but the locality appeared to be less private than I expected. On the contrary, for a small street in a quiet neighbourhood, it was remarkably animated. There was a group of shabbily dressed men smoking and laughing in a corner, a scissors-grinder with his wheel, two guardsmen who were flirting with a nurse-girl, and several well-dressed young men who were lounging up and down with cigars in their mouths. |Es klok sit e un charfenka, wen nu departi fon Beiker-strit, e es haishi shi minuta til treba-ney ora wen nu findi swa in Serpentain avenu. Es yo tume, e lampas yus gei lumisi, wen nu go ahir-adar bifoo Braioni-loj, al weiti laisa de suy okuper. Dom es yus tal kom me imajini-te it segun exakte deskriba de Sherlok Holms, bat loko sembli bi pyu jenful kem me expekti-te. Fo syao gata in kyete urba-region, it es merkibilem jenful. Ye grupa de povrem klaidi-ney man fumi-she e ridi-she in angula, ye mikas-agudiser kun suy rada, ye dwa gwardier flirti-she kun gela-nana, e kelke hao-klaidi-ney yunge man, kel promeni ahir-adar kun sigara in muh. |- |“You see,” remarked Holmes, as we paced to and fro in front of the house, “this marriage rather simplifies matters. The photograph becomes a double-edged weapon now. The chances are that she would be as averse to its being seen by Mr. Godfrey Norton, as our client is to its coming to the eyes of his princess. Now the question is, Where are we to find the photograph?” |"Yu vidi," Holms remarki, wen nu wandi bifoo dom, "sey gama, pyu-nem, simplisi dela. Foto bikam dwa-blada-ney arma nau. Mogbi ela samem bu yao ke it gei vidi bay sinior Godfri Norton, kom nuy klienta bu yao ke it lai a okos de suy rega-docha. Nau kwesta es tal: "Wo nu findi foto?” |- |“Where, indeed?” |"Ver, wo?" |- |“It is most unlikely that she carries it about with her. It is cabinet size. Too large for easy concealment about a woman’s dress. She knows that the King is capable of having her waylaid and searched. Two attempts of the sort have already been made. We may take it, then, that she does not carry it about with her.” |"Es shao-probable, ke ela sempre porti it kunem. It es do shamba-ney grantaa. Tro gran fo ahfi it fasilem in gina-ney klaida. Ela jan, ke Rego es kapable de fai ambush e beshuki ela. Dwa tal proba yo bin zwo-ney. Also nu mog suposi ke ela bu porti it kunem." |- |“Where, then?” |"Dan wo?" |- |“Her banker or her lawyer. There is that double possibility. But I am inclined to think neither. Women are naturally secretive, and they like to do their own secreting. Why should she hand it over to anyone else? She could trust her own guardianship, but she could not tell what indirect or political influence might be brought to bear upon a business man. Besides, remember that she had resolved to use it within a few days. It must be where she can lay her hands upon it. It must be in her own house.” |"Suy banker oda suy jurista. Ye sey dwa posiblitaa, bat me dubi om ambi. Ginas es ahfishil fon natura, elas pri fai sekret. Way ela wud mus handi it a koywan otre? Ela mog fidi swa-ney garding, bat ela bu mog bi sigure om bisnesjen, den kel oni mog influsi politikem o koykomo otrem. Krome, remembi ba ke ela desidi-te yusi it duran kelke lai-she dey. Fo se it mus bi bli handas. Foto mus bi in suy prope dom." |- |“But it has twice been burgled.” |"Bat it dwa ves bin beshuken." |- |“Pshaw! They did not know how to look.” |"Pumbitaa! Li bu jan-te komo shuki." |- |“But how will you look?” |"Bat komo yu hi ve shuki?" |- |“I will not look.” |"Me bu ve shuki." |- |“What then?” |"Bat komo, dan?" |- |“I will get her to show me.” |"Me ve mah ela diki it a me." |- |“But she will refuse.” |"Bat ela ve refusi." |- |“She will not be able to. But I hear the rumble of wheels. It is her carriage. Now carry out my orders to the letter.” |"Ela bu ve mog. Bat me audi shum de radas. Es suy gari. Nau fulfil ba may komandas gro-exaktem." |- |As he spoke the gleam of the sidelights of a carriage came round the curve of the avenue. It was a smart little landau which rattled up to the door of Briony Lodge. As it pulled up, one of the loafing men at the corner dashed forward to open the door in the hope of earning a copper, but was elbowed away by another loafer, who had rushed up with the same intention. A fierce quarrel broke out, which was increased by the two guardsmen, who took sides with one of the loungers, and by the scissors-grinder, who was equally hot upon the other side. A blow was struck, and in an instant the lady, who had stepped from her carriage, was the centre of a little knot of flushed and struggling men, who struck savagely at each other with their fists and sticks. Holmes dashed into the crowd to protect the lady; but, just as he reached her, he gave a cry and dropped to the ground, with the blood running freely down his face. At his fall the guardsmen took to their heels in one direction and the loungers in the other, while a number of better dressed people, who had watched the scuffle without taking part in it, crowded in to help the lady and to attend to the injured man. Irene Adler, as I will still call her, had hurried up the steps; but she stood at the top with her superb figure outlined against the lights of the hall, looking back into the street. |Wen lu shwo, luma de gari-ney flanka-fanus apari fon turna de alee. Syao jamile lando-gari blisifi a dwar de Braioni-loj. Al ke it stopi, un fon flani-she man pa angula fa-lansi versu it, dabe ofni dwar e gwin un kuprum-moneta, bat ta es wekkudi-ney bay otre flani-sha kel hasti a dwar kun same intenta. Furia-ney draka begin, mah-pyu-ney bay dwa gwardier kel pren taraf de un fon flaner e bay mikas-agudiser kel sam lagan-nem suporti otre-la. Ek-darba es fai-ney, e afte miga-taim dama, kel he chu gari, en-loki in sentra de syao grupa de rudifi-ney draki-she man kel bati mutu ferosem bay kulak e stik. Holms fa-lansi inu jenmenga fo protekti dama; bat yus al ateni ela lu ek-krai e lwo a arda, al ke hema flui nich suy fas. Afte ke lu lwo, gwardier en-lopi a un taraf e flaner a otre. Kelke pyu hao klaidi-ney jen, kel observi-te draka sin partisipi, lai fo helpi dama e fo kuydi om wundi-ney wan. Iren Adler, kom me ve nami ela for, hastem go uupar porcha, bat stopi uuparen e kan bak a gata. Siluet de elay magnifike figura es klarem viden kontra vestibul-ney lumas. |- |“Is the poor gentleman much hurt?” she asked. |"Ob povre sinior es gro-wundi-ney?" ela kwesti. |- |“He is dead,” cried several voices. |"Lu es morte," kelke vos krai. |- |“No, no, there’s life in him!” shouted another. “But he’ll be gone before you can get him to hospital.” |"Non, non, haishi ye jiva in lu!" koywan otre krai. "Bat lu ve morti bifoo ke oni mog sundi lu a hospital." |- |“He’s a brave fellow,” said a woman. “They would have had the lady’s purse and watch if it hadn’t been for him. They were a gang, and a rough one, too. Ah, he’s breathing now.” |"Lu es brave man," koy gina shwo. "Li wud wekpren dama-ney manidan e kloka, si lu bu wud helpi. Li es grupa de bandita, danjaful-la. Oo, lu en-spiri." |- |“He can’t lie in the street. May we bring him in, madam?” |"Bu gai ke lu lagi in gata. Ob nu mog porti lu inu dom, madam?" |- |“Surely. Bring him into the sitting-room. There is a comfortable sofa. This way, please!” |"Sertem. Porti lu inu salon. Dar ye byen divan. Ahir, bi karim!" |- |Slowly and solemnly he was borne into Briony Lodge and laid out in the principal room, while I still observed the proceedings from my post by the window. The lamps had been lit, but the blinds had not been drawn, so that I could see Holmes as he lay upon the couch. I do not know whether he was seized with compunction at that moment for the part he was playing, but I know that I never felt more heartily ashamed of myself in my life than when I saw the beautiful creature against whom I was conspiring, or the grace and kindliness with which she waited upon the injured man. And yet it would be the blackest treachery to Holmes to draw back now from the part which he had intrusted to me. I hardened my heart, and took the smoke-rocket from under my ulster. After all, I thought, we are not injuring her. We are but preventing her from injuring another. |Lentem e solemnem lu es porti-ney inu Braioni-loj e pon-ney in salon, duran ke me haishi zai kan lo eventi-she fon may plasa bli winda. Lampas es lumisen, bat winda-shirma bu es nichisen, also me mog vidi Holms lagi-she on divan. Me bu jan, ob lu es trefen bay remorsa in toy momenta por ti plei na ruola, bat me jan ke me neva gwo senti pyu-ney shama om swa, kem al vidi toy magnifike gina, kontra kel me komploti, kuydi-she wundi-ney man kun gro-ney karimtaa e rahimtaa. E yedoh wud bi gro-gadara versu Holms, tu refusi fulfil ti ta konfidi a me na mision. Me represi may kordia e pren fum-raketa fon sub palto. Faktem, me dumi, nu bu fai nuksan a ela. Nu simplem preventi ke ela fai nuksan a otre jen. |- |Holmes had sat up upon the couch, and I saw him motion like a man who is in need of air. A maid rushed across and threw open the window. At the same instant I saw him raise his hand and at the signal I tossed my rocket into the room with a cry of “Fire!” The word was no sooner out of my mouth than the whole crowd of spectators, well dressed and ill—gentlemen, ostlers, and servant maids—joined in a general shriek of “Fire!” Thick clouds of smoke curled through the room and out at the open window. I caught a glimpse of rushing figures, and a moment later the voice of Holmes from within assuring them that it was a false alarm. Slipping through the shouting crowd I made my way to the corner of the street, and in ten minutes was rejoiced to find my friend’s arm in mine, and to get away from the scene of uproar. He walked swiftly and in silence for some few minutes until we had turned down one of the quiet streets which lead towards the Edgeware Road. |Holms idyen lifti swa on divan, e me vidi ke lu fai muva kom jen al falta de aira. Servi-gela fa-lansi a winda e pushi-ofni it. Yus in toy momenta me vidi ke lu lifti handa. Segun sey signal me lansi may raketa inu shamba kun kraisa "Agnibeda!" Yus afte ke sey worda chu may muh, ol menga de kan-sha, i hao klaidi-ney i buhao klaidi-ney - siniores, kavalyuanes, servi-gelas - oli krai tuhun "Agnibeda!". Dense fum-badal floti tra shamba e chu tra ofni-ney winda. Me ek-vidi lopi-she figuras, e afte momenta Holms-ney vos shwo fon inen ke es false alarma. Al fa-drangi tra menga de krai-she jen, me ateni angula de gata. Afte shi minuta me joi por findi handa de may amiga in may handa, e por go wek fon skena de garbar. Lu pedi kway e silensem duran kelke minuta til ke nu turni in un fon kyete gatas kel dukti a Ejwer-rod. |- |“You did it very nicely, Doctor,” he remarked. “Nothing could have been better. It is all right.” |"Yu zwo-te olo muy hao, doktor," lu remarki. "Nixa wud mog bi pyu hao. Olo es in lada." |- |“You have the photograph?” |"Yu pai-te foto?" |- |“I know where it is.” |"Me jan, wo it es." |- |“And how did you find out?” |"E komo yu en-jan-te?" |- |She showed me, as I told you she would.” |"Ela diki-te a me, kom me ya preshwo-te." |- |“I am still in the dark.” |"Me haishi bu samaji." |- |“I do not wish to make a mystery,” said he, laughing. “The matter was perfectly simple. You, of course, saw that everyone in the street was an accomplice. They were all engaged for the evening.” |"Me bu yao fai misteria," lu shwo al ridi. "Dela bin ga simple. Yu gesi-te shayad ke oli jen in gata bin ko-akti-sha. Me emploi-te li oli fo sey aksham." |- |“I guessed as much.” |"Ya, gesi-te." |- |“Then, when the row broke out, I had a little moist red paint in the palm of my hand. I rushed forward, fell down, clapped my hand to my face, and became a piteous spectacle. It is an old trick.” |"Me hev-te idyen humide rude pinta in handa. Wen draka begin, me fa-lansi avan, lwo, klapi bay handa an may fas, ewalaa me es pitival vidiwat. Es lao truk." |- |“That also I could fathom.” |"Den se me toshi he graspi." |- |“Then they carried me in. She was bound to have me in. What else could she do? And into her sitting-room, which was the very room which I suspected. It lay between that and her bedroom, and I was determined to see which. They laid me on a couch, I motioned for air, they were compelled to open the window, and you had your chance.” |"Poy li porti me inu. Ela majbur lasi me inu. Kwo otre ela wud mog zwo? Me en-loki in salon, yus ti me suspekti na shamba. Foto es koylok bli, oda in salon oda in somnishamba, e me resoluti findi wo hi. Oni pon me on divan, me simuli falta de aira, li majbur ofni winda, e yu en-mog zwo yur gunsa." |- |“How did that help you?” |"Komo se helpi-te yu?" |- |“It was all-important. When a woman thinks that her house is on fire, her instinct is at once to rush to the thing which she values most. It is a perfectly overpowering impulse, and I have more than once taken advantage of it. In the case of the Darlington Substitution Scandal it was of use to me, and also in the Arnsworth Castle business. A married woman grabs at her baby; an unmarried one reaches for her jewel-box. Now it was clear to me that our lady of to-day had nothing in the house more precious to her than what we are in quest of. She would rush to secure it. The alarm of fire was admirably done. The smoke and shouting were enough to shake nerves of steel. She responded beautifully. The photograph is in a recess behind a sliding panel just above the right bell-pull. She was there in an instant, and I caught a glimpse of it as she half drew it out. When I cried out that it was a false alarm, she replaced it, glanced at the rocket, rushed from the room, and I have not seen her since. I rose, and, making my excuses, escaped from the house. I hesitated whether to attempt to secure the photograph at once; but the coachman had come in, and as he was watching me narrowly, it seemed safer to wait. A little over-precipitance may ruin all.” |"Se bin gro-muhim. Wen gina dumi ke suy dom es in agni, ela instinktem tuy fa-lansi a kosa ke ela valori zuy. Es gro-mahtaful impulsa, me gwo utilisi it plurives. In kasu de Darlington-ney skandal me utilisi-te it, sam kom in dela de Kastela de Arnswort. Gami-ney gina graspi suy kinda; nogami-ney gina graspi suy yuweldan. Nau es klare a me, ke nuy sedey-ney dama hev in dom nixa pyu verguy kem ti nu zai shuki na kosa. Ela fa-lansi-te salvi it. Alarma de agni es zwo-ney admirivalem. Fum e kraisa wud sufi fo mah-tremi iven nervas aus stal. Ela reakti-te jamilem. Foto es in ahfilok baken glidi-she planka, yus sobre desne glok-korda. Ela en-loki dar tuy, e me iven ek-vidi foto wen ela haf-austiri it. Wen me krai ke es false alarma, ela pon it bak, ek-kan raketa, chu shamba al lopi, e depos dan me bu he vidi ela. Me en-stan e, al pregi skusa, eskapi fon dom. Me yao-te pren foto tuy; bat un garijen zin-te e wahti-te me atentem, also tu weiti sembli-te pyu anchun. Tro-ney hasta mog ruini olo." |- |“And now?” I asked. |"E nau?" me kwesti. |- |“Our quest is practically finished. I shall call with the King to-morrow, and with you, if you care to come with us. We will be shown into the sitting-room to wait for the lady, but it is probable that when she comes she may find neither us nor the photograph. It might be a satisfaction to his Majesty to regain it with his own hands.” |"Nuy investiga es praktikem fini-ney. Me ve visiti ela manya kun rego e kun yu, si yu ve yao akompani nu. Nu ve bi dukti-ney inu salon fo weiti dama, bat es probable, ke wen ela lai ela bu ve findi ni nu ni foto. Fo Luy Mahantaa se mog bi priate, tu pren it bay prope handas." |- |“And when will you call?” |"E wen yu ve go dar?" |- |“At eight in the morning. She will not be up, so that we shall have a clear field. Besides, we must be prompt, for this marriage may mean a complete change in her life and habits. I must wire to the King without delay.” |"Klok ot pa sabah. Ela haishi ve bi in kama, also nu ve mog akti librem. Krome to, nu mus bi ajile, bikos sey gama mog totem shanji suy jiva e abyases. Me mus telegrafi a rego sin dera." |- |We had reached Baker Street and had stopped at the door. He was searching his pockets for the key when someone passing said: |Nu ateni Beiker-strit e stopi pa dwar. Lu zai shuki klef in poshes wen koywan shwo al pasi: |- |“Good-night, Mister Sherlock Holmes.” |"Hao nocha, Sinior Sherlok Holms." |- |There were several people on the pavement at the time, but the greeting appeared to come from a slim youth in an ulster who had hurried by. |Ye kelke jen on pavimenta in toy taim, bat saluta sembli lai fon pasi-she slim yungo in longe palto. |- |“I’ve heard that voice before,” said Holmes, staring down the dimly lit street. “Now, I wonder who the deuce that could have been.” |"Me gwo audi toy vos," Holms shwo, al kan obskurem lumi-ney gata. "Bat me bu graspi, hu hi, pa diabla, to wud mog bi." |} = 3 = {|width=100% |- |width=50%|I slept at Baker Street that night, and we were engaged upon our toast and coffee in the morning when the King of Bohemia rushed into the room. |width=50%|Me somni pa Beiker-strit in toy nocha. Pa sabah nu zai zun nuy tosta e kahwa wen rego de Bohemia zin shamba al haf-lopi. |- |“You have really got it!” he cried, grasping Sherlock Holmes by either shoulder and looking eagerly into his face. |"Yu hev it verem!" lu krai al graspi Sherlok Holms pa ambi plecha e al kan pasion-nem an suy fas. |- |“Not yet.” |"Bu haishi." |- |“But you have hopes?” |"Bat yu hev nada?" |- |“I have hopes.” |"Me hev nada." |- |“Then, come. I am all impatience to be gone.” |"Dan, nu go ba. Me es totem nosabre fo go." |- | “We must have a cab.” |"Nu treba keb." |- |“No, my brougham is waiting.” |"May keb zai weiti." |- |“Then that will simplify matters.” We descended and started off once more for Briony Lodge. |"Se simplisi dela." Nu desendi e departi yoshi un ves a Braioni-loj. |- |“Irene Adler is married,” remarked Holmes. |"Iren Adler he gami," Holms remarki. |- | “Married! When?” |"He gami! Wen?” |- | “Yesterday.” |"Yeri." |- |“But to whom?” |"Bat den hu?" |- |“To an English lawyer named Norton.” |"Den inglish jurista nami-ney Norton." |- |“But she could not love him.” |"Bat ela bu wud mog lubi lu." |- |“I am in hopes that she does.” |"Me nadi ke ela lubi lu." |- |“And why in hopes?” |"E way yu nadi?" |- |“Because it would spare your Majesty all fear of future annoyance. If the lady loves her husband, she does not love your Majesty. If she does not love your Majesty, there is no reason why she should interfere with your Majesty’s plan.” |"Bikos it wud librisi yur Mahantaa fon ol foba de futur-ney beda. Si dama lubi suy gamiman, ela bu lubi yur Mahantaa. Si ela bu lubi yur Mahantaa, es nul reson way ela wud mixi swa in plan de yur Mahantaa." |- | “It is true. And yet– – Well! I wish she had been of my own station! What a queen she would have made!” He relapsed into a moody silence, which was not broken until we drew up in Serpentine Avenue. |"Es vere. E yedoh - Oo! Magari ela wud bi do same ranga kom me! Komo hao regina ela wud bi!" Lu plunji in glume silensa kel bu es rupti-ney til ke nu stopi in Serpentain avenu. |- | The door of Briony Lodge was open, and an elderly woman stood upon the steps. She watched us with a sardonic eye as we stepped from the brougham. |Dwar de Braioni-loj es ofni-ney, e un yashen gina zai stan on gradinas. Ela zai kan nu fixem e ironikem duran ke nu stepi fon keb. |- | “Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I believe?” said she. |"Sinior Sherlok Holms, me suposi?" ela shwo. |- | “I am Mr. Holmes,” answered my companion, looking at her with a questioning and rather startled gaze. |"Me es Sinior Holms," may kompanion jawabi, kan-yen fixem ela bay kwesti-she e aika astoni-ney okos. |- | “Indeed! My mistress told me that you were likely to call. She left this morning with her husband by the 5:15 train from Charing Cross for the Continent.” |"Ver! May gin-masta shwo-te a me ke yu ve lai probablem. Ela departi-te sey sabah kun suy gamiman bay tren al klok 5:15 fon stasion Chering-Kros a kontinenta." |- | “What!” Sherlock Holmes staggered back, white with chagrin and surprise. “Do you mean that she has left England?” |"Kwo!" Sherlok Holms hili bak, blan por griva e surprisa. "Ob yu maini ke ela he departi fon Ingland?" |- | “Never to return.” |"E neva ve returni." |- | “And the papers?” asked the King hoarsely. “All is lost.” |"E papires?" Rego kwesti raukem. "Olo es lusi-ney." |- | “We shall see.” He pushed past the servant and rushed into the drawing-room, followed by the King and myself. The furniture was scattered about in every direction, with dismantled shelves and open drawers, as if the lady had hurriedly ransacked them before her flight. Holmes rushed at the bell-pull, tore back a small sliding shutter, and, plunging in his hand, pulled out a photograph and a letter. The photograph was of Irene Adler herself in evening dress, the letter was superscribed to “Sherlock Holmes, Esq. To be left till called for.” My friend tore it open, and we all three read it together. It was dated at midnight of the preceding night and ran in this way: |"Nu ve vidi." Lu go pas servi-sha e fa-lansi inu salon, sekwi-ney bay rego e me selfa. Mebel es rasshwai-ney sirkum pa oli direksion, kun demontiri-ney tanas e ofni-ney tiriboxas, kom si dama he beshuki-te li kway bifoo suy fuga. Holms fa-lansi a glok-korda, mah-wek syao glidi-she shirma, e, plunji-yen suy handa inu, auspren foto e leta. Foto diki Iren Adler selfa in aksham-ney roba, e on leta ye skriba: "A sinior Sherlok Holms. Handing al visita." May amigo ofni-tori it e nu oli tri lekti se tuhun. It hev datum de pasi-ney midnocha e fa-lekti tak: |- |MY DEAR MR. SHERLOCK HOLMES: |May kare sinior Sherlok Holms, |- | You really did it very well. You took me in completely. Until after the alarm of fire, I had not a suspicion. But then, when I found how I had betrayed myself, I began to think. I had been warned against you months ago. I had been told that if the King employed an agent it would certainly be you. And your address had been given me. Yet, with all this, you made me reveal what you wanted to know. Even after I became suspicious, I found it hard to think evil of such a dear, kind old clergyman. But, you know, I have been trained as an actress myself. Male costume is nothing new to me. I often take advantage of the freedom which it gives. I sent John, the coachman, to watch you, ran upstairs, got into my walking-clothes, as I call them, and came down just as you departed. |Yu verem zwo-te se olo muy hao. Yu mah-te me kredi yu. Til momenta afte alarma de agni, me bu hev suspekta. Bat poy, wen me samaji ke me he gadari me selfa, me begin dumi. Me bin warni-ney kontra yu meses bak. Oni he shwo a me, ke si rego wud yusi agenta it wud bi sertem yu. E yur adres bin dai-ney a me. Yedoh, malgree se olo, yu mah-te me reveli kwo yu yao-te jan. Iven afte ke me begin suspekti, me findi se mushkile, tu dumi badem om tal kare, lao e latif kirkayuan. Bat, yu jan, oni gwo tamrini me selfa kom aktorina. Man-ney kostum es nixa nove fo me. Me oftem utilisi libritaa ke it dai. Me sendi-te Jon, garijen, fo wahti yu, duran ke me selfa lopi-te uupar, onpon-te may promena-klaida, kom me nami it, e desendi-te yus al yur departa. |- | Well, I followed you to your door, and so made sure that I was really an object of interest to the celebrated Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Then I, rather imprudently, wished you good-night, and started for the Temple to see my husband. |Wel, me sekwi-te yu til yur dwar, e also mah-te swa serte, ke me verem es obyekta de interes fo fama-ney sinior Sherlok Holms. Poy me, aika buchaukem, tamani a yu hao nocha, e raki a Templ a may gamiman. |- | We both thought the best resource was flight, when pursued by so formidable an antagonist; so you will find the nest empty when you call to-morrow. As to the photograph, your client may rest in peace. I love and am loved by a better man than he. The King may do what he will without hindrance from one whom he has cruelly wronged. I keep it only to safeguard myself, and to preserve a weapon which will always secure me from any steps which he might take in the future. I leave a photograph which he might care to possess; and I remain, dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes, |Nu oli dwa desidi ke zuy hao media es fuga, sikom nu gei persekwi bay tanto forte kontrajen; also yu ve findi nesta vakue wen yu ve lai manya. Om foto, yur klienta mog bi trankwile. Me lubi e gei lubi bay manjen pyu hao kem lu. Rego mog zwo olo ke lu yao sin impeda fon persona ke lu he wundi kruelem. Me kipi it sol fo sigurisi me selfa, e fo reteni arma kel sempre ve sigurisi me kontra oli stepa ke lu wud mog fai in futur. Me lyu un otre foto ke lu wud mog yao posesi; e me resti, kare sinior Sherlok Holms, |- |Very truly yours, |Verem yur, |- |IRENE NORTON, née ADLER. |"Iren NORTON, janmi-ney ADLER." |- | “What a woman–oh, what a woman!” cried the King of Bohemia, when we had all three read this epistle. “Did I not tell you how quick and resolute she was? Would she not have made an admirable queen? Is it not a pity that she was not on my level?” |"Kwel gina! Oo, kwel gina!” Rego de Bohemia krai, wen nu oli tri finlekti sey leta. "Me ya shwo-te a yu ke ela es intele e resolute. Ob ela bu wud bi admirival regina? Ob bu es dela afsos-ney ke ela bu es on may nivel?" |- | “From what I have seen of the lady she seems indeed to be on a very different level to your Majesty,” said Holmes coldly. “I am sorry that I have not been able to bring your Majesty’s business to a more successful conclusion.” |"Tanto ke me en-jan-te sey dama, sembli ke ela verem es on ga otre nivel kem yur Mahantaa," Holms shwo lengem. "Me afsosi, ke me bu mog-te bringi dela de yur Mahantaa a pyu sukses-ney fin." |- | “On the contrary, my dear sir,” cried the King; “nothing could be more successful. I know that her word is inviolate. The photograph is now as safe as if it were in the fire.” |"Kontrem, may kare sinior," Rego krai,"nixa wud mog bi pyu sukses-ney. Me jan ke elay worda es butoribile. Foto es nau sam anchun kom si it wud bi in agni." |- |“I am glad to hear your Majesty say so.” |"Me joi al audi yur Mahantaa shwo se." |- | “I am immensely indebted to you. Pray tell me in what way I can reward you. This ring– –” He slipped an emerald snake ring from his finger and held it out upon the palm of his hand. |"Me fai gro-deba a yu. Bi karim, shwo a me, in kwel manera me mog rekompensi yu. Sey halka..." Lu glidi smaragda-ney serpenta-ney halka fon suy finga e teni it on suy pama bifoo Holms. |- | “Your Majesty has something which I should value even more highly,” said Holmes. |"Yur Mahantaa hev koysa ke me valori iven pyu," Holms shwo. |- | “You have but to name it.” |"Yu treba sol nami it." |- | “This photograph!” |"Sey foto!" |- | The King stared at him in amazement. |Rego kan lu kun astona. |- | “Irene’s photograph!” he cried. “Certainly, if you wish it.” |"Foto de Iren!" lu krai. "Sertem, si yu yao it." |- | “I thank your Majesty. Then there is no more to be done in the matter. I have the honour to wish you a very good morning.” He bowed, and, turning away without observing the hand which the King had stretched out to him, he set off in my company for his chambers. |"Me danki yur Mahantaa. Also ye nixa pyu fo zwo om sey dela. Me hev honor tu tamani a yu gro-hao sabah." Lu saluti bay muva de kapa, e, turni-yen wek sin merki ti Rego extendi a lu na handa, go wek in may sosietaa a suy shambas. |- |And that was how a great scandal threatened to affect the kingdom of Bohemia, and how the best plans of Mr. Sherlock Holmes were beaten by a woman’s wit. He used to make merry over the cleverness of women, but I have not heard him do it of late. And when he speaks of Irene Adler, or when he refers to her photograph, it is always under the honourable title of the woman. |Also tak hi gran skandal ugrosi-te trefi regilanda de Bohemia, e tak hi gro-hao planes de Sinior Sherlok Holms bin destrukti-ney bay intelekta de gina. Lu gwo moki intelekta de ginas, bat me bu he audi lu zwo se afte toy dela. E sempre wen lu shwo om Iren Adler, oda maini elay foto, es sempre sub honor-ney titla de "Sey Gina". |} <hr> Texta pa inglish: [http://168.144.50.205/221bcollection/canon/scan.htm Scandal in Bohemia] Texta pa ruski: [http://bookz.ru/authors/konan-doil_-artur/conandoil19/1-conandoil19.html] [[Category:Rakonta]]

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