Собака Баскервиллей
The Man on the Tor
ImeeklyansweredthatIhadspokenwithoutknowingallthefacts. Mysubmissionpleasedhimandledhimtofurtherconfidences.
"Youmaybesure,sir,thatIhaveverygoodgroundsbeforeIcometoanopinion. Ihaveseentheboyagainandagainwithhisbundle. Everyday,andsometimestwiceaday,Ihavebeenable—butwaitamoment,Dr.Watson. Domyeyesdeceiveme,oristhereatthepresentmomentsomethingmovinguponthathill-side?"
Itwasseveralmilesoff,butIcoulddistinctlyseeasmalldarkdotagainstthedullgreenandgray.
"Come,sir,come! "criedFrankland,rushingupstairs. "Youwillseewithyourowneyesandjudgeforyourself."
Thetelescope,aformidableinstrumentmounteduponatripod,stoodupontheflatleadsofthehouse. Franklandclappedhiseyetoitandgaveacryofsatisfaction.
"Quick,Dr.Watson,quick,beforehepassesoverthehill!"
Therehewas,sureenough,asmallurchinwithalittlebundleuponhisshoulder,toilingslowlyupthehill. WhenhereachedthecrestIsawtheraggeduncouthfigureoutlinedforaninstantagainstthecoldbluesky. Helookedroundhimwithafurtiveandstealthyair,asonewhodreadspursuit. Thenhevanishedoverthehill.
"Well! AmIright?"
"Certainly,thereisaboywhoseemstohavesomesecreterrand."
"Andwhattheerrandisevenacountyconstablecouldguess. Butnotonewordshalltheyhavefromme,andIbindyoutosecrecyalso,Dr.Watson. Notaword! Youunderstand!"
