Собака Баскервиллей

The Hound of the Baskervilles

           "Theblindsareup. Youknowthelieofthelandbest. Creepforwardquietlyandseewhattheyaredoingbutforheaven’ssakedon’tletthemknowthattheyarewatched!" 

           Itiptoeddownthepathandstoopedbehindthelowwallwhichsurroundedthestuntedorchard. CreepinginitsshadowIreachedapointwhenceIcouldlookstraightthroughtheuncurtainedwindow. 

           Therewereonlytwomenintheroom,SirHenryandStapleton. Theysatwiththeirprofilestowardsmeoneithersideoftheroundtable. Bothofthemweresmokingcigars,andcoffeeandwinewereinfrontofthem. Stapletonwastalkingwithanimation,butthebaronetlookedpaleanddistrait. Perhapsthethoughtofthatlonelywalkacrosstheill-omenedmoorwasweighingheavilyuponhismind. 

           AsIwatchedthemStapletonroseandlefttheroom,whileSirHenryfilledhisglassagainandleanedbackinhischair,puffingathiscigar. Iheardthecreakofadoorandthecrispsoundofbootsupongravel. ThestepspassedalongthepathontheothersideofthewallunderwhichIcrouched. Lookingover,Isawthenaturalistpauseatthedoorofanout-houseinthecorneroftheorchard. Akeyturnedinalock,andashepassedintherewasacuriousscufflingnoisefromwithin. Hewasonlyaminuteorsoinside,andthenIheardthekeyturnoncemoreandhepassedmeandre-enteredthehouse. Isawhimrejoinhisguest,andIcreptquietlybacktowheremycompanionswerewaitingtotellthemwhatIhadseen. 

           "Yousay,Watson,thattheladyisnotthere? "Holmesasked,whenIhadfinishedmyreport. 

           "No." 

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