Собака Баскервіллів
Death on the Moor
Holmesshruggedhisshoulders.
"Onecannotalwayshavethesuccessforwhichonehopes. Aninvestigatorneedsfacts,andnotlegendsorrumours. Ithasnotbeenasatisfactorycase."
Myfriendspokeinhisfrankestandmostunconcernedmanner. Stapletonstilllookedhardathim. Thenheturnedtome.
"Iwouldsuggestcarryingthispoorfellowtomyhouse,butitwouldgivemysistersuchafrightthatIdonotfeeljustifiedindoingit. Ithinkthatifweputsomethingoverhisfacehewillbesafeuntilmorning."
Andsoitwasarranged. ResistingStapleton’sofferofhospitality,HolmesandIsetofftoBaskervilleHall,leavingthenaturalisttoreturnalone. Lookingbackwesawthefiguremovingslowlyawayoverthebroadmoor, andbehindhimthatoneblacksmudgeonthesilveredslopewhichshowedwherethemanwaslyingwhohadcomesohorriblytohisend.
