Собака Баскервиллей
The Man on the Tor
"Good-day,Dr.Watson,"criedhewithunwontedgoodhumour, "youmustreallygiveyourhorsesarest,andcomeintohaveaglassofwineandtocongratulateme."
MyfeelingstowardshimwereveryfarfrombeingfriendlyafterwhatIhadheardofhistreatmentofhisdaughter,butIwasanxioustosendPerkinsandthewagonettehome,andtheopportunitywasagoodone. IalightedandsentamessagetoSirHenrythatIshouldwalkoverintimefordinner. ThenIfollowedFranklandintohisdining-room.
"Itisagreatdayforme,sir—oneofthered-letterdaysofmylife,"hecriedwithmanychuckles. "Ihavebroughtoffadoubleevent. Imeantoteachtheminthesepartsthatlawislaw,andthatthereisamanherewhodoesnotfeartoinvokeit. IhaveestablishedarightofwaythroughthecentreofoldMiddleton’spark,slapacrossit,sir,withinahundredyardsofhisownfrontdoor. Whatdoyouthinkofthat? We’llteachthesemagnatesthattheycannotrideroughshodovertherightsofthecommoners,confoundthem! AndI’veclosedthewoodwheretheFernworthyfolkusedtopicnic. Theseinfernalpeopleseemtothinkthattherearenorightsofproperty, andthattheycanswarmwheretheylikewiththeirpapersandtheirbottles. Bothcasesdecided,Dr.Watson,andbothinmyfavour. Ihaven’thadsuchadaysinceIhadSirJohnMorlandfortrespass,becauseheshotinhisownwarren."
"Howonearthdidyoudothat?"
"Lookitupinthebooks,sir. Itwillrepayreading—Franklandv. Morland,CourtofQueen’sBench. Itcostme200pounds,butIgotmyverdict."
"Diditdoyouanygood?"
