Собака Баскервиллей
Three Broken Threads
"Colourofhiseyes?"
"No,Ican’tsaythat."
"Nothingmorethatyoucanremember?"
"No,sir;nothing."
"Well,then,hereisyourhalf-sovereign. There’sanotheronewaitingforyouifyoucanbringanymoreinformation. Goodnight!"
"Goodnight,sir,andthankyou!"
JohnClaytondepartedchuckling,andHolmesturnedtomewithashrugofhisshouldersandaruefulsmile.
"Snapgoesourthirdthread,andweendwherewebegan,"saidhe. "Thecunningrascal! Heknewournumber,knewthatSirHenryBaskervillehadconsultedme,spottedwhoIwasinRegentStreet,conjecturedthatIhadgotthenumberofthecabandwouldlaymyhandsonthedriver,andsosentbackthisaudaciousmessage. Itellyou,Watson,thistimewehavegotafoemanwhoisworthyofoursteel. I’vebeencheckmatedinLondon. IcanonlywishyoubetterluckinDevonshire. ButI’mnoteasyinmymindaboutit."
"Aboutwhat?"
"Aboutsendingyou. It’sanuglybusiness,Watson,anuglydangerousbusiness,andthemoreIseeofitthelessIlikeit. Yes,mydearfellow,youmaylaugh,butIgiveyoumywordthatIshallbeverygladtohaveyoubacksafeandsoundinBakerStreetoncemore."
