P. Lekov
Interlude: The
Logic of Facts
(Ching
Tei-Fu’s
face was flooded by the ligt or the lamp direted at him. He could only
see the
sharp beams of light and the dancing stars within them. The detective’s
shouting echoed in his ears, his back ached and blood dripped from him.
Sherlock Holmes, the famous London master detective, undressed to shirt
sleeves, his face sweating, nervously paced the room. Meanwile, at
regular
intervals, he would walk to the end of the room, from where he would
turn
running and slap Ching Tei-Fu across the face with full strength. In
these
instances Ching would cry out. Dr. Watson was sitting behind the desk
with the
sleeves rolled up, with one hand stretching his trouser braces and
holding a
cigarette in the other. It was strong, French tobacco, the lamp light
struggled
almost in vain with the smoke. Dr Watson directed the following
question to
Ching Tei-Fu, „Will you talk, you scum?”
He
only shook his
head.
„Anyhow,
you’re
going to talk, if you live that long!”, shouted Sherlock Holmes at him
at the
top of his voice, as he whacked him in the back with the truncheon,
„You
will confess,
you filthy pig!”
He
could have cried
from agitation, as Ching Tei-Fu would not confess.)
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