Собака Баскервиллей
Extract from the Diary of Dr. Watson
"Youknowthatthereisanothermanthen?"
"Yes,sir;thereisanothermanuponthemoor."
"Haveyouseenhim?"
"No,sir."
"Howdoyouknowofhimthen?"
"Seldentoldmeofhim,sir,aweekagoormore. He’sinhiding,too,buthe’snotaconvictasfarasIcanmakeout. Idon’tlikeit,Dr.Watson—Itellyoustraight,sir,thatIdon’tlikeit. "Hespokewithasuddenpassionofearnestness.
"Now,listentome,Barrymore! Ihavenointerestinthismatterbutthatofyourmaster. Ihavecomeherewithnoobjectexcepttohelphim. Tellme,frankly,whatitisthatyoudon’tlike."
Barrymorehesitatedforamoment,asifheregrettedhisoutburst,orfounditdifficulttoexpresshisownfeelingsinwords.
"It’sallthesegoings-on,sir,"hecriedatlast,wavinghishandtowardstherain-lashedwindowwhichfacedthemoor. "There’sfoulplaysomewhere,andthere’sblackvillainybrewing,tothatI’llswear! VerygladIshouldbe,sir,toseeSirHenryonhiswaybacktoLondonagain!"
"Butwhatisitthatalarmsyou?"
"LookatSirCharles’sdeath! Thatwasbadenough,forallthatthecoronersaid. Lookatthenoisesonthemooratnight. There’snotamanwouldcrossitaftersundownifhewaspaidforit. Lookatthisstrangerhidingoutyonder,andwatchingandwaiting!
