Собака Баскервіллів
Three Broken Threads
"No—or,letmesee—why,yes. Barrymore,SirCharles’sbutler,isamanwithafull,blackbeard."
"Ha! WhereisBarrymore?"
"HeisinchargeoftheHall."
"Wehadbestascertainifheisreallythere,orifbyanypossibilityhemightbeinLondon."
"Howcanyoudothat?"
"Givemeatelegraphform. ‘IsallreadyforSirHenry? ’Thatwilldo. AddresstoMr.Barrymore,BaskervilleHall. Whatisthenearesttelegraph-office? Grimpen. Verygood,wewillsendasecondwiretothepostmaster,Grimpen: ‘TelegramtoMr.Barrymoretobedeliveredintohisownhand. Ifabsent,pleasereturnwiretoSirHenryBaskerville,NorthumberlandHotel. ’ThatshouldletusknowbeforeeveningwhetherBarrymoreisathispostinDevonshireornot."
"That’sso,"saidBaskerville. "Bytheway,Dr.Mortimer,whoisthisBarrymore,anyhow?"
"Heisthesonoftheoldcaretaker,whoisdead. TheyhavelookedaftertheHallforfourgenerationsnow. SofarasIknow,heandhiswifeareasrespectableacoupleasanyinthecounty."
"Atthesametime,"saidBaskerville,"it’sclearenoughthatsolongastherearenoneofthefamilyattheHallthesepeoplehaveamightyfinehomeandnothingtodo."
"Thatistrue."
