Дефективный детектив, Брет Гарт, Стивен Ликок, 2014.
So absorbed was he even then, in tracking some mysterious clue, that he did not seem to notice me. But therein I was wrong – as I always was in my attempt to understand that powerful intellect.
“It is raining,” he said, without lifting his head.
“You have been out, then?” I said quickly.
“No. But I see that your umbrella is wet, and that your overcoat has drops of water on it.”