Собака Баскервиллей
Second Report of Dr. Watson
"Wehavetogo,Eliza. Thisistheendofit. Youcanpackourthings,"saidthebutler.
"Oh,John,John,haveIbroughtyoutothis? Itismydoing,SirHenry—allmine. HehasdonenothingexceptformysakeandbecauseIaskedhim."
"Speakout,then! Whatdoesitmean?"
"Myunhappybrotherisstarvingonthemoor. Wecannotlethimperishatourverygates. Thelightisasignaltohimthatfoodisreadyforhim,andhislightoutyonderistoshowthespottowhichtobringit."
"Thenyourbrotheris—"
"Theescapedconvict,sir—Selden,thecriminal."
"That’sthetruth,sir,"saidBarrymore. "IsaidthatitwasnotmysecretandthatIcouldnottellittoyou. Butnowyouhaveheardit,andyouwillseethatiftherewasaplotitwasnotagainstyou."
This,then,wastheexplanationofthestealthyexpeditionsatnightandthelightatthewindow. SirHenryandIbothstaredatthewomaninamazement. Wasitpossiblethatthisstolidlyrespectablepersonwasofthesamebloodasoneofthemostnotoriouscriminalsinthecountry?
"Yes,sir,mynamewasSelden,andheismyyoungerbrother. Wehumouredhimtoomuchwhenhewasalad,andgavehimhisownwayineverythinguntilhecametothinkthattheworldwasmadeforhispleasure,andthathecoulddowhathelikedinit. Thenashegrewolderhemetwickedcompanions,andthedevilenteredintohimuntilhebrokemymother’sheartanddraggedournameinthedirt.
