Собака Баскервіллів
First Report of Dr. Watson
Now,alltheseroomsareunfurnishedandunoccupied,sothathisexpeditionbecamemoremysteriousthanever. Thelightshonesteadilyasifhewerestandingmotionless. IcreptdownthepassageasnoiselesslyasIcouldandpeepedroundthecornerofthedoor.
Barrymorewascrouchingatthewindowwiththecandleheldagainsttheglass. Hisprofilewashalfturnedtowardsme,andhisfaceseemedtoberigidwithexpectationashestaredoutintotheblacknessofthemoor. Forsomeminuteshestoodwatchingintently. Thenhegaveadeepgroanandwithanimpatientgestureheputoutthelight. InstantlyImademywaybacktomyroom,andveryshortlycamethestealthystepspassingoncemoreupontheirreturnjourney. LongafterwardswhenIhadfallenintoalightsleepIheardakeyturnsomewhereinalock,butIcouldnottellwhencethesoundcame. WhatitallmeansIcannotguess,butthereissomesecretbusinessgoingoninthishouseofgloomwhichsoonerorlaterweshallgettothebottomof. Idonottroubleyouwithmytheories,foryouaskedmetofurnishyouonlywithfacts. IhavehadalongtalkwithSirHenrythismorning,andwehavemadeaplanofcampaignfoundeduponmyobservationsoflastnight. Iwillnotspeakaboutitjustnow,butitshouldmakemynextreportinterestingreading.
