Собака Баскервиллей
Death on the Moor
"Tohearahounduponthemoorwouldnotworkahardmanlikethisconvictintosuchaparoxysmofterrorthathewouldriskrecapturebyscreamingwildlyforhelp. Byhiscrieshemusthaverunalongwayafterheknewtheanimalwasonhistrack.Howdidheknow?"
"Agreatermysterytomeiswhythishound,presumingthatallourconjecturesarecorrect—"
"Ipresumenothing."
"Well,then,whythishoundshouldbelooseto-night. Isupposethatitdoesnotalwaysrunlooseuponthemoor. StapletonwouldnotletitgounlesshehadreasontothinkthatSirHenrywouldbethere."
"Mydifficultyisthemoreformidableofthetwo,forIthinkthatweshallveryshortlygetanexplanationofyours,whileminemayremainforeveramystery. Thequestionnowis,whatshallwedowiththispoorwretch’sbody? Wecannotleaveitheretothefoxesandtheravens."
"Isuggestthatweputitinoneofthehutsuntilwecancommunicatewiththepolice."
"Exactly. IhavenodoubtthatyouandIcouldcarryitsofar. Halloa,Watson,what’sthis? It’sthemanhimself,byallthat’swonderfulandaudacious! Notawordtoshowyoursuspicions—notaword,ormyplanscrumbletotheground."
Afigurewasapproachingusoverthemoor,andIsawthedullredglowofacigar. Themoonshoneuponhim,andIcoulddistinguishthedappershapeandjauntywalkofthenaturalist. Hestoppedwhenhesawus,andthencameonagain.
