Собака Баскервіллів

           "Soitwas,sir. Andnowit’sanoldblackone." 

           "What! youdon’tmeantosay—?" 

           "That’sjustwhatIdomeantosay. Ionlyhadthreepairsintheworld—thenewbrown,theoldblack,andthepatentleathers,whichIamwearing. Lastnighttheytookoneofmybrownones,andto-daytheyhavesneakedoneoftheblack. Well,haveyougotit? Speakout,man,anddon’tstandstaring!" 

           AnagitatedGermanwaiterhadappeareduponthescene. 

           "No,sir; Ihavemadeinquiryalloverthehotel,butIcanhearnowordofit." 

           "Well,eitherthatbootcomesbackbeforesundownorI’llseethemanagerandtellhimthatIgorightstraightoutofthishotel." 

           "Itshallbefound,sir—Ipromiseyouthatifyouwillhavealittlepatienceitwillbefound." 

           "Minditis,forit’sthelastthingofminethatI’llloseinthisdenofthieves. Well,well,Mr.Holmes,you’llexcusemytroublingyouaboutsuchatrifle—" 

           "Ithinkit’swellworthtroublingabout." 

           "Why,youlookveryseriousoverit." 

           "Howdoyouexplainit?" 

           "Ijustdon’tattempttoexplainit. Itseemstheverymaddest,queerestthingthateverhappenedtome." 

           "Thequeerestperhaps—"saidHolmes,thoughtfully. 

           "Whatdoyoumakeofityourself?"