Собака Баскервиллей
Fixing the Nets
"AndasyouvalueyourlifedonotgoacrossthemoorinanydirectionsavealongthestraightpathwhichleadsfromMerripitHousetotheGrimpenRoad,andisyournaturalwayhome."
"Iwilldojustwhatyousay."
"Verygood. Ishouldbegladtogetawayassoonafterbreakfastaspossible,soastoreachLondonintheafternoon."
Iwasmuchastoundedbythisprogramme,thoughIrememberedthatHolmeshadsaidtoStapletononthenightbeforethathisvisitwouldterminatenextday. Ithadnotcrossedmymind,however,thathewouldwishmetogowithhim,norcouldIunderstandhowwecouldbothbeabsentatamomentwhichhehimselfdeclaredtobecritical. Therewasnothingforit,however,butimplicitobedience; sowebadegood-byetoourruefulfriend,andacoupleofhoursafterwardswewereatthestationofCoombeTraceyandhaddispatchedthetrapuponitsreturnjourney. Asmallboywaswaitingupontheplatform.
"Anyorders,sir?"
"Youwilltakethistraintotown,Cartwright. ThemomentyouarriveyouwillsendawiretoSirHenryBaskerville,inmyname, tosaythatifhefindsthepocket-bookwhichIhavedroppedheistosenditbyregisteredposttoBakerStreet."
"Yes,sir."
"Andaskatthestationofficeifthereisamessageforme."
Theboyreturnedwithatelegram,whichHolmeshandedtome. Itran:
