Собака Баскервиллей
Death on the Moor
"Oh,youknowthestoriesthatthepeasantstellaboutaphantomhound,andsoon. Itissaidtobeheardatnightuponthemoor. Iwaswonderingiftherewereanyevidenceofsuchasoundto-night."
"Weheardnothingofthekind,"saidI.
"Andwhatisyourtheoryofthispoorfellow’sdeath?"
"Ihavenodoubtthatanxietyandexposurehavedrivenhimoffhishead. Hehasrushedaboutthemoorinacrazystateandeventuallyfallenoverhereandbrokenhisneck."
"Thatseemsthemostreasonabletheory,"saidStapleton,andhegaveasighwhichItooktoindicatehisrelief. "Whatdoyouthinkaboutit,Mr.SherlockHolmes?"
Myfriendbowedhiscompliments.
"Youarequickatidentification,"saidhe.
"WehavebeenexpectingyouinthesepartssinceDr.Watsoncamedown. Youareintimetoseeatragedy."
"Yes,indeed. Ihavenodoubtthatmyfriend’sexplanationwillcoverthefacts. IwilltakeanunpleasantremembrancebacktoLondonwithmeto-morrow."
"Oh,youreturnto-morrow?"
"Thatismyintention."
"Ihopeyourvisithascastsomelightuponthoseoccurrenceswhichhavepuzzledus?"
