Собака Баскервіллів
Second Report of Dr. Watson
Hisfacewasflushedwithangerandhisbrowswerewrinkled,likeonewhoisathiswit’sendswhattodo.
"Halloa,Watson! Wherehaveyoudroppedfrom?"saidhe. "Youdon’tmeantosaythatyoucameaftermeinspiteofall?"
Iexplainedeverythingtohim: howIhadfounditimpossibletoremainbehind,howIhadfollowedhim,andhowIhadwitnessedallthathadoccurred. Foraninstanthiseyesblazedatme,butmyfranknessdisarmedhisanger,andhebrokeatlastintoaratherruefullaugh.
"Youwouldhavethoughtthemiddleofthatprairieafairlysafeplaceforamantobeprivate,"saidhe, "but,bythunder,thewholecountry-sideseemstohavebeenouttoseemedomywooing—andamightypoorwooingatthat! Wherehadyouengagedaseat?"
"Iwasonthathill."
"Quiteinthebackrow,eh? Butherbrotherwaswelluptothefront. Didyouseehimcomeoutonus?"
"Yes,Idid."
"Didheeverstrikeyouasbeingcrazy—thisbrotherofhers?"
"Ican’tsaythatheeverdid."
"Idaresaynot. Ialwaysthoughthimsaneenoughuntilto-day,butyoucantakeitfrommethateitherheorIoughttobeinastrait-jacket. What’sthematterwithme,anyhow? You’velivednearmeforsomeweeks,Watson. Tellmestraight,now! IsthereanythingthatwouldpreventmefrommakingagoodhusbandtoawomanthatIloved?"
