Собака Баскервіллів
The Hound of the Baskervilles
"Good! MyfriendandIarealsoreadyforemergencies."
"You’remightycloseaboutthisaffair,Mr.Holmes. What’sthegamenow?"
"Awaitinggame."
"Myword,itdoesnotseemaverycheerfulplace," saidthedetectivewithashiver,glancingroundhimatthegloomyslopesofthehillandatthehugelakeoffogwhichlayovertheGrimpenMire. "Iseethelightsofahouseaheadofus."
"ThatisMerripitHouseandtheendofourjourney. Imustrequestyoutowalkontiptoeandnottotalkaboveawhisper."
Wemovedcautiouslyalongthetrackasifwewereboundforthehouse,butHolmeshalteduswhenwewereabouttwohundredyardsfromit.
"Thiswilldo,"saidhe. "Theserocksupontherightmakeanadmirablescreen."
"Wearetowaithere?"
"Yes,weshallmakeourlittleambushhere. Getintothishollow,Lestrade. Youhavebeeninsidethehouse,haveyounot,Watson? Canyoutellthepositionoftherooms? Whatarethoselatticedwindowsatthisend?"
"Ithinktheyarethekitchenwindows."
"Andtheonebeyond,whichshinessobrightly?"
"Thatiscertainlythedining-room."
