Собака Баскервиллей

The Hound of the Baskervilles

           Evennow,inthestillnessofdeath,thehugejawsseemedtobedrippingwithabluishflameandthesmall,deep-set,crueleyeswereringedwithfire. Iplacedmyhandupontheglowingmuzzle,andasIheldthemupmyownfingerssmoulderedandgleamedinthedarkness. 

           "Phosphorus,"Isaid. 

           "Acunningpreparationofit,"saidHolmes,sniffingatthedeadanimal. "Thereisnosmellwhichmighthaveinterferedwithhispowerofscent. Weoweyouadeepapology,SirHenry,forhavingexposedyoutothisfright. Iwaspreparedforahound,butnotforsuchacreatureasthis. Andthefoggaveuslittletimetoreceivehim." 

           "Youhavesavedmylife." 

           "Havingfirstendangeredit. Areyoustrongenoughtostand?" 

           "GivemeanothermouthfulofthatbrandyandIshallbereadyforanything. So! Now,ifyouwillhelpmeup. Whatdoyouproposetodo?" 

           "Toleaveyouhere. Youarenotfitforfurtheradventuresto-night. Ifyouwillwait,oneorotherofuswillgobackwithyoutotheHall." 

           Hetriedtostaggertohisfeet; buthewasstillghastlypaleandtremblingineverylimb. Wehelpedhimtoarock,wherehesatshiveringwithhisfaceburiedinhishands. 

           "Wemustleaveyounow,"saidHolmes. "Therestofourworkmustbedone,andeverymomentisofimportance. Wehaveourcase,andnowweonlywantourman. 

           "It’sathousandtooneagainstourfindinghimatthehouse,"hecontinuedasweretracedourstepsswiftlydownthepath. "Thoseshotsmusthavetoldhimthatthegamewasup." 

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