Собака Баскервиллей
Sir Henry Baskerville
Herushedintohisroominhisdressing-gownandwasbackagaininafewsecondsinafrock-coat. Wehurriedtogetherdownthestairsandintothestreet. Dr.MortimerandBaskervillewerestillvisibleabouttwohundredyardsaheadofusinthedirectionofOxfordStreet.
"ShallIrunonandstopthem?"
"Notfortheworld,mydearWatson. Iamperfectlysatisfiedwithyourcompanyifyouwilltoleratemine. Ourfriendsarewise,foritiscertainlyaveryfinemorningforawalk."
Hequickenedhispaceuntilwehaddecreasedthedistancewhichdividedusbyabouthalf. Then,stillkeepingahundredyardsbehind,wefollowedintoOxfordStreetandsodownRegentStreet. Onceourfriendsstoppedandstaredintoashopwindow,uponwhichHolmesdidthesame. Aninstantafterwardshegavealittlecryofsatisfaction,and,followingthedirectionofhiseagereyes, Isawthatahansomcabwithamaninsidewhichhadhaltedontheothersideofthestreetwasnowproceedingslowlyonwardagain.
"There’sourman,Watson! Comealong! We’llhaveagoodlookathim,ifwecandonomore."
AtthatinstantIwasawareofabushyblackbeardandapairofpiercingeyesturneduponusthroughthesidewindowofthecab. Instantlythetrapdooratthetopflewup,somethingwasscreamedtothedriver,andthecabflewmadlyoffdownRegentStreet. Holmeslookedeagerlyroundforanother,butnoemptyonewasinsight. Thenhedashedinwildpursuitamidthestreamofthetraffic,butthestartwastoogreat,andalreadythecabwasoutofsight.
