Собака Баскервиллей

Second Report of Dr. Watson

           Infiveminuteswewereoutsidethedoor,startinguponourexpedition. Wehurriedthroughthedarkshrubbery,amidthedullmoaningoftheautumnwindandtherustleofthefallingleaves. Thenightairwasheavywiththesmellofdampanddecay. Nowandagainthemoonpeepedoutforaninstant,butcloudsweredrivingoverthefaceofthesky,andjustaswecameoutonthemoorathinrainbegantofall. Thelightstillburnedsteadilyinfront. 

           "Areyouarmed? "Iasked. 

           "Ihaveahunting-crop." 

           "Wemustcloseinonhimrapidly,forheissaidtobeadesperatefellow.Weshalltakehimbysurpriseandhavehimatourmercybeforehecanresist." 

           "Isay,Watson,"saidthebaronet,"whatwouldHolmessaytothis? Howaboutthathourofdarknessinwhichthepowerofevilisexalted?" 

           AsifinanswertohiswordsthererosesuddenlyoutofthevastgloomofthemoorthatstrangecrywhichIhadalreadyhearduponthebordersofthegreatGrimpenMire. Itcamewiththewindthroughthesilenceofthenight,along,deepmutter,thenarisinghowl,andthenthesadmoaninwhichitdiedaway. Againandagainitsounded,thewholeairthrobbingwithit,strident,wild,andmenacing. Thebaronetcaughtmysleeveandhisfaceglimmeredwhitethroughthedarkness. 

           "MyGod,what’sthat,Watson?" 

           "Idon’tknow. It’sasoundtheyhaveonthemoor. Ihearditoncebefore." 

           Itdiedaway,andanabsolutesilenceclosedinuponus. Westoodstrainingourears,butnothingcame. 

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