首页 >出版文学> The Hound of the Baskervilles>第2章
  `Noonecouldhaveknown。WeonlydecidedafterImetDr。Mortimer。’
  `ButDr。Mortimerwasnodoubtalreadystoppingthere?’
  `No,Ihadbeenstayingwithafriend,’saidthedoctor。`Therewasnopossibleindicationthatweintendedtogotothishotel。’
  `Hum!Someoneseemstobeverydeeplyinterestedinyourmovements。’
  Outoftheenvelopehetookahalf—sheetoffoolscappaperfoldedintofour。Thisheopenedandspreadflatuponthetable。Acrossthemiddleofitasinglesentencehadbeenformedbytheexpedientofpastingprintedwordsuponit。Itran:
  Asyouvalueyourlifeoryourreasonkeepawayfromthemoor。
  Theword`moor’onlywasprintedinink。
  `Now,’saidSirHenryBaskerville,`perhapsyouwilltellme,Mr。Holmes,whatinthunderisthemeaningofthat,andwhoitisthattakessomuchinterestinmyaffairs?’
  `Whatdoyoumakeofit,Dr。Mortimer?Youmustallowthatthereisnothingsupernaturalaboutthis,atanyrate?’
  `No,sir,butitmightverywellcomefromsomeonewhowasconvincedthatthebusinessissupernatural。’
  `Whatbusiness?’askedSirHenrysharply。`ItseemstomethatallyougentlemenknowagreatdealmorethanIdoaboutmyownaffairs。’
  `Youshallshareourknowledgebeforeyouleavethisroom,SirHenry。Ipromiseyouthat,’saidSherlockHolmes。`Wewillconfineourselvesforthepresentwithyourpermissiontothisveryinterestingdocument,whichmusthavebeenputtogetherandpostedyesterdayevening。Haveyouyesterday’sTimes,Watson?’
  `Itishereinthecorner。’
  `MightItroubleyouforit—theinsidepage,please,withtheleadingarticles?’Heglancedswiftlyoverit,runninghiseyesupanddownthecolumns。
  `Capitalarticlethisonfreetrade。Permitmetogiveyouanextractfromit。
  `Youmaybecajoledintoimaginingthatyourownspecialtradeoryourownindustrywillbeencouragedbyaprotectivetariff,butitstandstoreasonthatsuchlegislationmustinthelongrunkeepawaywealthfromthecountry,diminishthevalueofourimports,andlowerthegeneralconditionsoflifeinthisisland。
  `Whatdoyouthinkofthat,Watson?’criedHolmesinhighglee,rubbinghishandstogetherwithsatisfaction。`Don’tyouthinkthatisanadmirablesentiment?’
  Dr。MortimerlookedatHolmeswithanairofprofessionalinterest,andSirHenryBaskervilleturnedapairofpuzzleddarkeyesuponme。
  `Idon’tknowmuchaboutthetariffandthingsofthatkind,’
  saidhe,`butitseemstomewe’vegotabitoffthetrailsofarasthatnoteisconcerned。’
  `Onthecontrary,Ithinkweareparticularlyhotuponthetrail,SirHenry。Watsonhereknowsmoreaboutmymethodsthanyoudo,butIfearthatevenhehasnotquitegraspedthesignificanceofthissentence。’
  `No,IconfessthatIseenoconnection。’
  `Andyet,mydearWatson,thereissoverycloseaconnectionthattheoneisextractedoutoftheother。``You,’’``your,’’``your,’’
  ``life,’’``reason,’’``value,’’``keepaway,’’``fromthe。’’Don’tyouseenowwhencethesewordshavebeentaken?’
  `Bythunder,you’reright!Well,ifthatisn’tsmart!’criedSirHenry。
  `Ifanypossibledoubtremaineditissettledbythefactthat``keepaway’’and``fromthe’’arecutoutinonepiece。’
  `Well,now—soitis!’
  `Really,Mr。Holmes,thisexceedsanythingwhichIcouldhaveimagined,’saidDr。Mortimer,gazingatmyfriendinamazement。`Icouldunderstandanyonesayingthatthewordswerefromanewspaper;butthatyoushouldnamewhich,andaddthatitcamefromtheleadingarticle,isreallyoneofthemostremarkablethingswhichIhaveeverknown。Howdidyoudoit?’
  `Ipresume,Doctor,thatyoucouldtelltheskullofanegrofromthatofanEsquimau?’
  `Mostcertainly。’
  `Buthow?’
  `Becausethatismyspecialhobby。Thedifferencesareobvious。
  Thesupra—orbitalcrest,thefacialangle,themaxillarycurve,the—’
  `Butthisismyspecialhobby,andthedifferencesareequallyobvious。ThereisasmuchdifferencetomyeyesbetweentheleadedbourgeoistypeofaTimesarticleandtheslovenlyprintofaneveninghalf—pennypaperastherecouldbebetweenyournegroandyourEsquimau。Thedetectionoftypesisoneofthemostelementarybranchesofknowledgetothespecialexpertincrime,thoughIconfessthatoncewhenIwasveryyoungIconfusedtheLeedsMercurywiththeWesternMorningNews。ButaTimesleaderisentirelydistinctive,andthesewordscouldhavebeentakenfromnothingelse。Asitwasdoneyesterdaythestrongprobabilitywasthatweshouldfindthewordsinyesterday’sissue。’
  `SofarasIcanfollowyou,then,Mr。Holmes,’saidSirHenryBaskerville,`someonecutoutthismessagewithascissors—’
  `Nail—scissors,’saidHolmes。`Youcanseethatitwasaveryshort—bladedscissors,sincethecutterhadtotaketwosnipsover``keepaway。’’
  `Thatisso。Someone,then,cutoutthemessagewithapairofshort—bladedscissors,pasteditwithpaste—’
  `Gum,’saidHolmes。
  `Withgumontothepaper。ButIwanttoknowwhytheword``moor’’
  shouldhavebeenwritten?’
  `Becausehecouldnotfinditinprint。Theotherwordswereallsimpleandmightbefoundinanyissue,but``moor’’wouldbelesscommon。’
  `Why,ofcourse,thatwouldexplainit。Haveyoureadanythingelseinthismessage,Mr。Holmes?’
  `Thereareoneortwoindications,andyettheutmostpainshavebeentakentoremoveallclues。Theaddress,youobserveisprintedinroughcharacters。ButtheTimesisapaperwhichisseldomfoundinanyhandsbutthoseofthehighlyeducated。Wemaytakeit,therefore,thattheletterwascomposedbyaneducatedmanwhowishedtoposeasanuneducatedone,andhisefforttoconcealhisownwritingsuggeststhatthatwritingmightbeknown,orcometobeknown,byyou。Again,youwillobservethatthewordsarenotgummedoninanaccurateline,butthatsomearemuchhigherthanothers。``Life,’’forexampleisquiteoutofitsproperplace。Thatmaypointtocarelessnessoritmaypointtoagitationandhurryuponthepartofthecutter。OnthewholeIinclinetothelatterview,sincethematterwasevidentlyimportant,anditisunlikelythatthecomposerofsuchaletterwouldbecareless。Ifhewereinahurryitopensuptheinterestingquestionwhyheshouldbeinahurry,sinceanyletterposteduptoearlymorningwouldreachSirHenrybeforehewouldleavehishotel。Didthecomposerfearaninterruption—andfromwhom?’
  `Wearecomingnowratherintotheregionofguesswork,’saidDr。Mortimer。
  `Say,rather,intotheregionwherewebalanceprobabilitiesandchoosethemostlikely。Itisthescientificuseoftheimagination,butwehavealwayssomematerialbasisonwhichtostartourspeculation。Now,youwouldcallitaguess,nodoubt,butIamalmostcertainthatthisaddresshasbeenwritteninahotel。’
  `Howintheworldcanyousaythat?’
  `Ifyouexamineitcarefullyyouwillseethatboththepenandtheinkhavegiventhewritertrouble。Thepenhassplutteredtwiceinasinglewordandhasrundrythreetimesinashortaddress,showingthattherewasverylittleinkinthebottle。Now,aprivatepenorink—bottleisseldomallowedtobeinsuchastate,andthecombinationofthetwomustbequiterare。Butyouknowthehotelinkandthehotelpen,whereitisraretogetanythingelse。Yes,Ihaveverylittlehesitationinsayingthatcouldweexaminethewaste—paperbasketsofthehotelsaroundCharingCrossuntilwefoundtheremainsofthemutilatedTimesleaderwecouldlayourhandsstraightuponthepersonwhosentthissingularmessage。Halloa!Halloa!What’sthis?’
  Hewascarefullyexaminingthefoolscap,uponwhichthewordswerepasted,holdingitonlyaninchortwofromhiseyes。
  `Well?’
  `Nothing,’saidhe,throwingitdown。`Itisablankhalf—sheetofpaper,withoutevenawater—markuponit。Ithinkwehavedrawnasmuchaswecanfromthiscuriousletter;andnow,SirHenry,hasanythingelseofinteresthappenedtoyousinceyouhavebeeninLondon?’
  `Why,no,Mr。Holmes。Ithinknot。’
  `Youhavenotobservedanyonefolloworwatchyou?’
  `Iseemtohavewalkedrightintothethickofadimenovel,’
  saidourvisitor。`Whyinthundershouldanyonefolloworwatchme?’
  `Wearecomingtothat。Youhavenothingelsetoreporttousbeforewegointothismatter?’
  `Well,itdependsuponwhatyouthinkworthreporting。’
  `Ithinkanythingoutoftheordinaryroutineoflifewellworthreporting。’
  SirHenrysmiled。
  `Idon’tknowmuchofBritishlifeyet,forIhavespentnearlyallmytimeintheStatesandinCanada。ButIhopethattoloseoneofyourbootsisnotpartoftheordinaryroutineoflifeoverhere。’
  `Youhavelostoneofyourboots?’
  `Mydearsir,’criedDr。Mortimer,`itisonlymislaid。Youwillfinditwhenyoureturntothehotel。WhatistheuseoftroublingMr。
  Holmeswithtriflesofthiskind?’
  `Well,heaskedmeforanythingoutsidetheordinaryroutine。’
  `Exactly,’saidHolmes,`howeverfoolishtheincidentmayseem。
  Youhavelostoneofyourboots,yousay?’
  `Well,mislaidit,anyhow。Iputthembothoutsidemydoorlastnight,andtherewasonlyoneinthemorning。Icouldgetnosenseoutofthechapwhocleansthem。TheworstofitisthatIonlyboughtthepairlastnightintheStrand,andIhaveneverhadthemon。’
  `Ifyouhaveneverwornthem,whydidyouputthemouttobecleaned?’
  `Theyweretanbootsandhadneverbeenvarnished。ThatwaswhyIputthemout。’
  `ThenIunderstandthatonyourarrivalinLondonyesterdayyouwentoutatonceandboughtapairofboots?’
  `Ididagooddealofshopping。Dr。Mortimerherewentroundwithme。Yousee,ifIamtobesquiredownthereImustdressthepart,anditmaybethatIhavegotalittlecarelessinmywaysoutWest。AmongotherthingsIboughtthesebrownboots—gavesixdollarsforthem—andhadonestolenbeforeeverIhadthemonmyfeet。’
  `Itseemsasingularlyuselessthingtosteal,’saidSherlockHolmes。`IconfessthatIshareDr。Mortimer’sbeliefthatitwillnotbelongbeforethemissingbootisfound。’
  `And,now,gentlemen,’saidthebaronetwithdecision,`itseemstomethatIhavespokenquiteenoughaboutthelittlethatIknow。Itistimethatyoukeptyourpromiseandgavemeafullaccountofwhatwearealldrivingat。’
  `Yourrequestisaveryreasonableone,’Holmesanswered。`Dr。
  Mortimer,Ithinkyoucouldnotdobetterthantotellyourstoryasyoutoldittous。’
  Thusencouraged,ourscientificfrienddrewhispapersfromhispocketandpresentedthewholecaseashehaddoneuponthemorningbefore。
  SirHenryBaskervillelistenedwiththedeepestattentionandwithanoccasionalexclamationofsurprise。
  `Well,Iseemtohavecomeintoaninheritancewithavengeance,’
  saidhewhenthelongnarrativewasfinished。`Ofcourse,I’veheardofthehoundeversinceIwasinthenursery。It’sthepetstoryofthefamily,thoughIneverthoughtoftakingitseriouslybefore。Butastomyuncle’sdeath—well,itallseemsboilingupinmyhead,andIcan’tgetitclearyet。Youdon’tseemquitetohavemadeupyourmindwhetherit’sacaseforapolicemanoraclergyman。’
  `Precisely。’
  `Andnowthere’sthisaffairofthelettertomeatthehotel。
  Isupposethatfitsintoitsplace。’
  `Itseemstoshowthatsomeoneknowsmorethanwedoaboutwhatgoesonuponthemoor,’saidDr。Mortimer。
  `Andalso,’saidHolmes,`thatsomeoneisnotill—disposedtowardsyou,sincetheywarnyouofdanger。’
  `Oritmaybethattheywish,fortheirownpurposes,toscaremeaway。’
  `Well,ofcourse,thatispossiblealso。Iamverymuchindebtedtoyou,Dr。Mortimer,forintroducingmetoaproblemwhichpresentsseveralinterestingalternatives。Butthepracticalpointwhichwenowhavetodecide,SirHenry,iswhetheritisorisnotadvisableforyoutogotoBaskervilleHall。’
  `WhyshouldInotgo?’
  `Thereseemstobedanger。’
  `Doyoumeandangerfromthisfamilyfiendordoyoumeandangerfromhumanbeings?’
  `Well,thatiswhatwehavetofindout。’
  `Whicheveritis,myanswerisfixed。Thereisnodevilinhell,Mr。Holmes,andthereisnomanuponearthwhocanpreventmefromgoingtothehomeofmyownpeople,andyoumaytakethattobemyfinalanswer。’
  Hisdarkbrowsknittedandhisfaceflushedtoaduskyredashespoke。
  ItwasevidentthatthefierytemperoftheBaskervilleswasnotextinctinthistheirlastrepresentative。`Meanwhile,’saidhe,`Ihavehardlyhadtimetothinkoverallthatyouhavetoldme。It’sabigthingforamantohavetounderstandandtodecideatonesitting。Ishouldliketohaveaquiethourbymyselftomakeupmymind。Now,lookhere,Mr。
  Holmes,it’shalf—pastelevennowandIamgoingbackrightawaytomyhotel。Supposeyouandyourfriend,Dr。Watson,comeroundandlunchwithusattwo。I’llbeabletotellyoumoreclearlythenhowthisthingstrikesme。’
  `Isthatconvenienttoyou,Watson?’
  `Perfectly。’
  `Thenyoumayexpectus。ShallIhaveacabcalled?’
  `I’dprefertowalk,forthisaffairhasflurriedmerather。’
  `I’lljoinyouinawalk,withpleasure,’saidhiscompanion。
  `Thenwemeetagainattwoo’clock。Aurevoir,andgood—morning!’
  Weheardthestepsofourvisitorsdescendthestairandthebangofthefrontdoor。InaninstantHolmeshadchangedfromthelanguiddreamertothemanofaction。
  `Yourhatandboots,Watson,quick!Notamomenttolose!’Herushedintohisroominhisdressing—gownandwasbackagaininafewsecondsinafrock—coat。Wehurriedtogetherdownthestairsandintothestreet。
  Dr。MortimerandBaskervillewerestillvisibleabouttwohundredyardsaheadofusinthedirectionofOxfordStreet。
  `ShallIrunonandstopthem?’
  `Notfortheworld,mydearWatson。Iamperfectlysatisfiedwithyourcompanyifyouwilltoleratemine。Ourfriendsarewise,foritiscertainlyaveryfinemorningforawalk。’
  Hequickenedhispaceuntilwehaddecreasedthedistancewhichdividedusbyabouthalf。Then,stillkeepingahundredyardsbehind,wefollowedintoOxfordStreetandsodownRegentStreet。Onceourfriendsstoppedandstaredintoashopwindow,uponwhichHolmesdidthesame。
  Aninstantafterwardshegavealittlecryofsatisfaction,and,followingthedirectionofhiseagereyes,Isawthatahansomcabwithamaninsidewhichhadhaltedontheothersideofthestreetwasnowproceedingslowlyonwardagain。
  `There’sourman,Watson!Comealong!We’llhaveagoodlookathim,ifwecandonomore。’
  AtthatinstantIwasawareofabushyblackbeardandapairofpiercingeyesturneduponusthroughthesidewindowofthecab。Instantlythetrapdooratthetopflewup,somethingwasscreamedtothedriver,andthecabflewmadlyoffdownRegentStreet。Holmeslookedeagerlyroundforanother,butno—emptyonewasinsight。Thenhedashedinwildpursuitamidthestreamofthetraffic,butthestartwastoogreat,andalreadythecabwasoutofsight。
  `Therenow!’saidHolmesbitterlyasheemergedpantingandwhitewithvexationfromthetideofvehicles。`Waseversuchbadluckandsuchbadmanagement,too?Watson,Watson,ifyouareanhonestmanyouwillrecordthisalsoandsetitagainstmysuccesses!’
  `Whowastheman?’
  `Ihavenotanidea。’
  `Aspy?’
  `Well,itwasevidentfromwhatwehaveheardthatBaskervillehasbeenverycloselyshadowedbysomeonesincehehasbeenintown。HowelsecoulditbeknownsoquicklythatitwastheNorthumberlandHotelwhichhehadchosen?IftheyhadfollowedhimthefirstdayIarguedthattheywouldfollowhimalsothesecond。YoumayhaveobservedthatItwicestrolledovertothewindowwhileDr。Mortimerwasreadinghislegend。’
  `Yes,Iremember。’
  `Iwaslookingoutforloiterersinthestreet,butIsawnone。
  Wearedealingwithacleverman,Watson。Thismattercutsverydeep,andthoughIhavenotfinallymadeupmymindwhetheritisabenevolentoramalevolentagencywhichisintouchwithus,Iamconsciousalwaysofpoweranddesign。WhenourfriendsleftIatoncefollowedtheminthehopesofmarkingdowntheirinvisibleattendant。Sowilywashethathehadnottrustedhimselfuponfoot,buthehadavailedhimselfofacabsothathecouldloiterbehindordashpastthemandsoescapetheirnotice。
  Hismethodhadtheadditionaladvantagethatiftheyweretotakeacabhewasallreadytofollowthem。Ithas,however,oneobviousdisadvantage。’
  `Itputshiminthepowerofthecabman。’
  `Exactly。’
  `Whatapitywedidnotgetthenumber!’
  `MydearWatson,clumsyasIhavebeen,yousurelydonotseriouslyimaginethatIneglectedtogetthenumber?No。2704isourman。Butthatisnousetousforthemoment。’
  `Ifailtoseehowyoucouldhavedonemore。’
  `OnobservingthecabIshouldhaveinstantlyturnedandwalkedintheotherdirection。Ishouldthenatmyleisurehavehiredasecondcabandfollowedthefirstatarespectfuldistance,or,betterstill,havedriventotheNorthumberlandHotelandwaitedthere。WhenourunknownhadfollowedBaskervillehomeweshouldhavehadtheopportunityofplayinghisowngameuponhimselfandseeingwherehemadefor。Asitis,byanindiscreeteagerness,whichwastakenadvantageofwithextraordinaryquicknessandenergybyouropponent,wehavebetrayedourselvesandlostourman。’
  WehadbeensaunteringslowlydownRegentStreetduringthisconversation,andDr。Mortimer,withhiscompanion,hadlongvanishedinfrontofus。
  `Thereisnoobjectinourfollowingthem,’saidHolmes。`Theshadowhasdepartedandwillnotreturn。Wemustseewhatfurthercardswehaveinourhandsandplaythemwithdecision。Couldyousweartothatman’sfacewithinthecab?’
  `Icouldswearonlytothebeard。’
  `AndsocouldI—fromwhichIgatherthatinallprobabilityitwasafalseone。Aclevermanuponsodelicateanerrandhasnouseforabeardsavetoconcealhisfeatures。Comeinhere,Watson!’
  Heturnedintooneofthedistrictmessengeroffices,wherehewaswarmlygreetedbythemanager。
  `Ah,Wilson,IseeyouhavenotforgottenthelittlecaseinwhichIhadthegoodfortunetohelpyou?’
  `No,sir,indeedIhavenot。Yousavedmygoodname,andperhapsmylife。’
  `Mydearfellow,youexaggerate。Ihavesomerecollection,Wilson,thatyouhadamongyourboysaladnamedCartwright,whoshowedsomeabilityduringtheinvestigation。’
  `Yes,sir,heisstillwithus。’
  `Couldyouringhimup?—thankyou!AndIshouldbegladtohavechangeofthisfive—poundnote。’
  Aladoffourteen,withabright,keenface,hadobeyedthesummonsofthemanager。Hestoodnowgazingwithgreatreverenceatthefamousdetective。
  `LetmehavetheHotelDirectory,’saidHolmes。`Thankyou!Now,Cartwright,therearethenamesoftwenty—threehotelshere,allintheimmediateneighbourhoodofCharingCross。Doyousee?’
  `Yes,sir。’
  `Youwillvisiteachoftheseinturn。’
  `Yes,sir。’
  `Youwillbeginineachcasebygivingtheoutsideporteroneshilling。Herearetwenty—threeshillings。’
  `Yes,sir。’
  `Youwilltellhimthatyouwanttoseethewaste—paperofyesterday。
  Youwillsaythatanimportanttelegramhasmiscarriedandthatyouarelookingforit。Youunderstand?’
  `Yes,sir。’
  `ButwhatyouarereallylookingforisthecentrepageoftheTimeswithsomeholescutinitwithscissors。HereisacopyoftheTimes。Itisthispage。Youcouldeasilyrecognizeit,couldyounot?’
  `Yes,sir。’
  `Ineachcasetheoutsideporterwillsendforthehallporter,towhomalsoyouwillgiveashilling。Herearetwenty—threeshillings。
  Youwillthenlearninpossiblytwentycasesoutofthetwenty—threethatthewasteofthedaybeforehasbeenburnedorremoved。InthethreeothercasesyouwillbeshownaheapofpaperandyouwilllookforthispageoftheTimesamongit。Theoddsareenormouslyagainstyourfindingit。Therearetenshillingsoverincaseofemergencies。LetmehaveareportbywireatBakerStreetbeforeevening。Andnow,Watson,itonlyremainsforustofindoutbywiretheidentityofthecabman,No。2704,andthenwewilldropintooneoftheBondStreetpicturegalleriesandfillinthetimeuntilwearedueatthehotel。’
  [NextChapter][TableofContents]ConanDoyle:TheHoundoftheBaskervilles05[TableofContents]Chapter5ThreeBrokenThreadsSherlockHolmeshad,inaveryremarkabledegree,thepowerofdetachinghismindatwill。Fortwohoursthestrangebusinessinwhichwehadbeeninvolvedappearedtobeforgotten,andhewasentirelyabsorbedinthepicturesofthemodernBelgianmasters。Hewouldtalkofnothingbutart,ofwhichhehadthecrudestideas,fromourleavingthegalleryuntilwefoundourselvesattheNorthumberlandHotel。
  `SirHenryBaskervilleisupstairsexpectingyou,’saidtheclerk。
  `Heaskedmetoshowyouupatoncewhenyoucame。’
  `Haveyouanyobjectiontomylookingatyourregister?’saidHolmes。
  `Notintheleast。’
  ThebookshowedthattwonameshadbeenaddedafterthatofBaskerville。
  OnewasTheophilusJohnsonandfamily,ofNewcastle;theotherMrs。Oldmoreandmaid,ofHighLodge,Alton。
  `SurelythatmustbethesameJohnsonwhomIusedtoknow,’saidHolmestotheporter。`Alawyer,ishenot,gray—headed,andwalkswithalimp?’
  olderthanyourself。’
  `Surelyyouaremistakenabouthistrade?’
  `No,sir!hehasusedthishotelformanyyears,andheisverywellknowntous。’
  `Ah,thatsettlesit。Mrs。Oldmore,too;Iseemtorememberthename。Excusemycuriosity,butoftenincallingupononefriendonefindsanother。’
  `Sheisaninvalidlady,sir。HerhusbandwasoncemayorofGloucester。
  Shealwayscomestouswhensheisintown。’
  `Thankyou;IamafraidIcannotclaimheracquaintance。Wehaveestablishedamostimportantfactbythesequestions,Watson,’hecontinuedinalowvoiceaswewentupstairstogether。`Weknownowthatthepeoplewhoaresointerestedinourfriendhavenotsettleddowninhisownhotel。
  Thatmeansthatwhiletheyare,aswehaveseen,veryanxioustowatchhim,theyareequallyanxiousthatheshouldnotseethem。Now,thisisamostsuggestivefact。’
  `Whatdoesitsuggest?’
  `Itsuggests—halloa,mydearfellow,whatonearthisthematter?’
  AswecameroundthetopofthestairswehadrunupagainstSirHenryBaskervillehimself。Hisfacewasflushedwithanger,andheheldanoldanddustybootinoneofhishands。Sofuriouswashethathewashardlyarticulate,andwhenhedidspeakitwasinamuchbroaderandmoreWesterndialectthananywhichwehadheardfromhiminthemorning。
  `Seemstometheyareplayingmeforasuckerinthishotel,’
  hecried。`They’llfindthey’vestartedintomonkeywiththewrongmanunlesstheyarecareful。Bythunder,ifthatchapcan’tfindmymissingboottherewillbetrouble。Icantakeajokewiththebest,Mr。Holmes,butthey’vegotabitoverthemarkthistime。’
  `Stilllookingforyourboot?’
  `Yes,sir,andmeantofindit。’
  `But,surely,yousaidthatitwasanewbrownboot?’
  `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—`saidHolmesthoughtfully。
  `Whatdoyoumakeofityourself?’
  `Well,Idon’tprofesstounderstandityet。Thiscaseofyoursisverycomplex,SirHenry。Whentakeninconjunctionwithyouruncle’sdeathIamnotsurethatofallthefivehundredcasesofcapitalimportancewhichIhavehandledthereisonewhichcutssodeep。Butweholdseveralthreadsinourhands,andtheoddsarethatoneorotherofthemguidesustothetruth。Wemaywastetimeinfollowingthewrongone,butsoonerorlaterwemustcomeupontheright。’
  Wehadapleasantluncheoninwhichlittlewassaidofthebusinesswhichhadbroughtustogether。Itwasintheprivatesitting—roomtowhichweafterwardsrepairedthatHolmesaskedBaskervillewhatwerehisintentions。
  `TogotoBaskervilleHall。’
  `Andwhen?’
  `Attheendoftheweek。’
  `Onthewhole,’saidHolmes,`Ithinkthatyourdecisionisawiseone。IhaveampleevidencethatyouarebeingdoggedinLondon,andamidthemillionsofthisgreatcityitisdifficulttodiscoverwhothesepeopleareorwhattheirobjectcanbe。Iftheirintentionsareeviltheymightdoyouamischief,andweshouldbepowerlesstopreventit。Youdidnotknow,Dr。Mortimer,thatyouwerefollowedthismorningfrommyhouse?’
  Dr。Mortimerstartedviolently。
  `Followed!Bywhom?’
  `That,unfortunately,iswhatIcannottellyou。HaveyouamongyourneighboursoracquaintancesonDartmooranymanwithablack,fullbeard?’
  `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。’
  `DidBarrymoreprofitatallbySirCharles’swill?’askedHolmes。
  `Heandhiswifehadfivehundredpoundseach。’
  `Ha!Didtheyknowthattheywouldreceivethis?’
  `Yes;SirCharleswasveryfondoftalkingabouttheprovisionsofhiswill。’
  `Thatisveryinteresting。’
  `Ihope,’saidDr。Mortimer,`thatyoudonotlookwithsuspiciouseyesuponeveryonewhoreceivedalegacyfromSirCharles,forIalsohadathousandpoundslefttome。’
  `Indeed!Andanyoneelse?’
  `Thereweremanyinsignificantsumstoindividuals,andalargenumberofpubliccharities。TheresidueallwenttoSirHenry。’
  `Andhowmuchwastheresidue?’
  `Sevenhundredandfortythousandpounds。’
  Holmesraisedhiseyebrowsinsurprise。`Ihadnoideathatsogiganticasumwasinvolved,’saidhe。
  `SirCharleshadthereputationofbeingrich,butwedidnotknowhowveryrichhewasuntilwecametoexaminehissecurities。Thetotalvalueoftheestatewascloseontoamillion。’
  `Dearme!Itisastakeforwhichamanmightwellplayadesperategame。Andonemorequestion,Dr。Mortimer。Supposingthatanythinghappenedtoouryoungfriendhere—youwillforgivetheunpleasanthypothesis!
  —whowouldinherittheestate?’
  `SinceRodgerBaskerville,SirCharles’syoungerbrotherdiedunmarried,theestatewoulddescendtotheDesmonds,whoaredistantcousins。
  JamesDesmondisanelderlyclergymaninWestmoreland。’
  `Thankyou。Thesedetailsareallofgreatinterest。HaveyoumetMr。JamesDesmond?’
  `Yes;heoncecamedowntovisitSirCharles。Heisamanofvenerableappearanceandofsaintlylife。IrememberthatherefusedtoacceptanysettlementfromSirCharles,thoughhepressedituponhim。’
  `AndthismanofsimpletasteswouldbetheheirtoSirCharles’sthousands。’
  `Hewouldbetheheirtotheestatebecausethatisentailed。
  Hewouldalsobetheheirtothemoneyunlessitwerewilledotherwisebythepresentowner,whocan,ofcourse,dowhathelikeswithit。’
  `Andhaveyoumadeyourwill,SirHenry?’
  `No,Mr。Holmes,Ihavenot。I’vehadnotime,foritwasonlyyesterdaythatIlearnedhowmattersstood。ButinanycaseIfeelthatthemoneyshouldgowiththetitleandestate。Thatwasmypooruncle’sidea。HowistheownergoingtorestorethegloriesoftheBaskervillesifhehasnotmoneyenoughtokeepuptheproperty?House,land,anddollarsmustgotogether。’
  `Quiteso。Well,SirHenry,IamofonemindwithyouastotheadvisabilityofyourgoingdowntoDevonshirewithoutdelay。ThereisonlyoneprovisionwhichImustmake。Youcertainlymustnotgoalone。’
  `Dr。Mortimerreturnswithme。’
  `ButDr。Mortimerhashispracticetoattendto,andhishouseismilesawayfromyours。Withallthegoodwillintheworldhemaybeunabletohelpyou。No,SirHenry,youmusttakewithyousomeone,atrustyman,whowillbealwaysbyyourside。’
  `Isitpossiblethatyoucouldcomeyourself,Mr。Holmes?’
  `IfmatterscametoacrisisIshouldendeavourtobepresentinperson;butyoucanunderstandthat,withmyextensiveconsultingpracticeandwiththeconstantappealswhichreachmefrommanyquarters,itisimpossibleformetobeabsentfromLondonforanindefinitetime。AtthepresentinstantoneofthemostreverednamesinEnglandisbeingbesmirchedbyablackmailer,andonlyIcanstopadisastrousscandal。YouwillseehowimpossibleitisformetogotoDartmoor。’
  `Whomwouldyourecommend,then?’
  Holmeslaidhishanduponmyarm。
  `Ifmyfriendwouldundertakeitthereisnomanwhoisbetterworthhavingatyoursidewhenyouareinatightplace。NoonecansaysomoreconfidentlythanI。’
  Thepropositiontookmecompletelybysurprise,butbeforeIhadtimetoanswer,Baskervilleseizedmebythehandandwrungitheartily。
  `Well,now,thatisrealkindofyou,Dr。Watson,’saidhe。`Youseehowitiswithme,andyouknowjustasmuchaboutthematterasI
  do。IfyouwillcomedowntoBaskervilleHallandseemethroughI’llneverforgetit。’
  Thepromiseofadventurehadalwaysafascinationforme,andIwascomplimentedbythewordsofHolmesandbytheeagernesswithwhichthebaronethailedmeasacompanion。
  `Iwillcome,withpleasure,’saidI。`IdonotknowhowIcouldemploymytimebetter。’
  `Andyouwillreportverycarefullytome,’saidHolmes。`Whenacrisiscomes,asitwilldo,Iwilldirecthowyoushallact。IsupposethatbySaturdayallmightbeready?’
  `WouldthatsuitDr。Watson?’
  `Perfectly。’
  `ThenonSaturday,unlessyouheartothecontrary,weshallmeetattheten—thirtytrainfromPaddington。’
  WehadrisentodepartwhenBaskervillegaveacry,oftriumph,anddivingintooneofthecornersoftheroomhedrewabrownbootfromunderacabinet。
  `Mymissingboot!’hecried。
  `Mayallourdifficultiesvanishaseasily!’saidSherlockHolmes。
  `Butitisavery,singularthing,’Dr。Mortimerremarked。`I
  searchedthisroomcarefullybeforelunch。’
  `AndsodidI,’saidBaskerville。`Every,inchofit。’
  `Therewascertainlynobootinitthen。’
  `Inthatcasethewaitermusthaveplacedittherewhilewewerelunching。’
  TheGermanwassentforbutprofessedtoknownothingofthematter,norcouldanyinquiry,clearitup。Anotheritemhadbeenaddedtothatconstantandapparentlypurposelessseriesofsmallmysterieswhichhadsucceededeachothersorapidly。Settingasidethewholegrimstory,ofSirCharles’sdeath,wehadalineofinexplicableincidentsallwithinthelimitsoftwodays,whichincludedthereceiptoftheprintedletter,theblack—beardedspyinthehansom,thelossofthenewbrownboot,thelossoftheoldblackboot,andnowthereturnofthenewbrownboot。HolmessatinsilenceinthecabaswedrovebacktoBakerStreet,andIknewfromhisdrawnbrowsandkeenfacethathismind,likemyown,wasbusyinendeavouringtoframesomeschemeintowhichallthesestrangeandapparentlydisconnectedepisodescouldbefitted。Allafternoonandlateintotheeveninghesatlostintobaccoandthought。
  Justbeforedinnertwotelegramswerehandedin。Thefirstran:
  HavejustheardthatBarrymoreisattheHall。BASKERVILLE。Thesecond:
  Visitedtwenty—threehotelsasdirected,butsorry,toreportunabletotracecutsheetofTimes。CARTWRlGHT。`Theregotwoofmythreads,Watson。Thereisnothingmorestimulatingthanacasewhereeverythinggoesagainstyou。Wemustcastroundforanotherscent。’
  `Wehavestillthecabmanwhodrovethespy。’
  `Exactly。IhawwiredtogethisnameandaddressfromtheOfficialRegistry。Ishouldnotbesurprisedifthiswereananswertomyquestion。’
  Theringatthebellprovedtobesomethingevenmoresatisfactorythanananswer,however,forthedooropenedandarough—lookingfellowenteredwhowasevidentlythemanhimself。
  `IgotamessagefromtheheadofficethatagentatthisaddresshadbeeninquiringforNo。2704,’saidhe。`I’vedrivenmycabthissevenyearsandneverawordofcomplaint。IcameherestraightfromtheYardtoaskyoutoyourfacewhatyouhadagainstme。’
  `Ihavenothingintheworldagainstyou,mygoodman,’saidHolmes。
  `Onthecontrary,Ihavehalfasovereignforyouifyouwillgivemeaclearanswertomyquestions。’
  `Well,I’vehadagooddayandnomistake,’saidthecabmanwithagrin。`Whatwasityouwantedtoask,sir?’
  `Firstofallyournameandaddress,incaseIwantyouagain。’
  `JohnClayton,3TurpeyStreet,theBorough。MycabisoutofShipley’sYard,nearWaterlooStation。’
  SherlockHolmesmadeanoteofit。
  `Now,Clayton,tellmeallaboutthefarewhocameandwatchedthishouseatteno’clockthismorningandafterwardsfollowedthetwogentlemendownRegentStreet。’
  Themanlookedsurprisedandalittleembarrassed。`Whythere’snogoodmytellingyouthings,foryouseemtoknowasmuchasIdoalready,’
  saidhe。`ThetruthisthatthegentlemantoldmethathewasadetectiveandthatIwastosaynothingabouthimtoanyone。’
  `Mygoodfellow;thisisaveryseriousbusiness,andyoumayfindyourselfinaprettybadpositionifyoutrytohideanythingfromme。Yousaythatyourfaretoldyouthathewasadetective?’
  `Yes,hedid。’
  `Whendidhesaythis?’
  `Whenheleftme。’
  `Didhesayanythingmore?’
  `Hementionedhisname。’
  Holmescastaswiftglanceoftriumphatme。`Oh,hementionedhisname,didhe?Thatwasimprudent。Whatwasthenamethathementioned?’
  `Hisname,’saidthecabman,`wasMr。SherlockHolmes。’
  NeverhaveIseenmyfriendmorecompletelytakenabackthanbythecabman’sreply。Foraninstanthesatinsilentamazement。Thenheburstintoaheartylaugh。
  `Atouch,Watson—anundeniabletouch!’saidhe。`Ifeelafoilasquickandsuppleasmyown。Hegothomeuponmeveryprettilythattime。
  SohisnamewasSherlockHolmes,wasit?’
  `Yes,sir,thatwasthegentleman’sname。’
  `Excellent!Tellmewhereyoupickedhimupandallthatoccurred。’
  `Hehailedmeathalf—pastnineinTrafalgarSquare。Hesaidthathewasadetective,andheofferedmetwoguineasifIwoulddoexactlywhathewantedalldayandasknoquestions。Iwasgladenoughtoagree。
  FirstwedrovedowntotheNorthumberlandHotelandwaitedthereuntiltwogentlemencameoutandtookacabfromtherank。Wefollowedtheircabuntilitpulledupsomewherenearhere。’
  `Thisverydoor,’saidHolmes。
  `Well,Icouldn’tbesureofthat,butIdaresaymyfareknewallaboutit。Wepulleduphalfwaydownthestreetandwaitedanhourandahalf。Thenthetwogentlemenpassedus,walking,andwefolloweddownBakerStreetandalong—’
  `Iknow,’saidHolmes。
  `Untilwegotthree—quartersdownRegentStreet。Thenmygentlemanthrewupthetrap,andhecriedthatIshoulddriverightawaytoWaterlooStationashardasIcouldgo。Iwhippedupthemareandwewerethereunderthetenminutes。Thenhepaiduphistwoguineas,likeagoodone,andawayhewentintothestation。Onlyjustashewasleavingheturnedroundandhesaid:``ItmightinterestyoutoknowthatyouhavebeendrivingMr。SherlockHolmes。’’That’showIcometoknowthename。’
  `Isee。Andyousawnomoreofhim?’
  `Notafterhewentintothestation。’
  `AndhowwouldyoudescribeMr。SherlockHolmes?’
  Thecabmanscratchedhishead。`Well,hewasn’taltogethersuchaneasygentlemantodescribe。I’dputhimatfortyyearsofage,andhewasofamiddleheight,twoorthreeinchesshorterthanyou,sir。Hewasdressedlikeatoff,andhehadablackbeard,cutsquareattheend,andapaleface。Idon’tknowasIcouldsaymorethanthat。’
  `Colourofhiseyes?’
  `No,Ican’tsaythat。’
  `Nothingmorethatyoucanremember?’
  `No,sir;nothing。’
  `Well,then,hereisyourhalf—sovereign。There’sanotheronewaitingforyouifyoucanbringanymoreinformation。Good—night!’
  `Good—night,sir,andthankyou!’
  JohnClaytondepartedchuckling,andHolmesturnedtomewithashrugofhisshouldersandaruefulsmile。
  `Snapgoesourthirdthread,andweendwherewebegan,’saidhe。`Thecunningrascal!Heknewournumber,knewthatSirHenryBaskervillehadconsultedme,spottedwhoIwasinRegentStreet,conjecturedthatIhadgotthenumberofthecabandwouldlaymyhandsonthedriver,andsosentbackthisaudaciousmessage。Itellyou,Watson,thistimewehavegotafoemanwhoisworthyofoursteel。I’vebeencheckmatedinLondon。
  IcanonlywishyoubetterluckinDevonshire。ButI’mnoteasyinmymindaboutit。’
  `Aboutwhat?’
  `Aboutsendingyou。It’sanuglybusiness,Watson,anuglydangerousbusiness,andthemoreIseeofitthelessIlikeit。Yesmydearfellow,youmaylaugh,butIgiveyoumywordthatIshallbeverygladtohaveyoubacksafeandsoundinBakerStreetoncemore。’
  [NextChapter][TableofContents]ConanDoyle:TheHoundoftheBaskervilles06[TableofContents]Chapter6BaskervilleHallSirHenryBaskervilleandDr。Mortimerwerereadyupontheappointedday,andwestartedasarrangedforDevonshire。Mr。SherlockHolmesdrovewithmetothestationandgavemehislastpartinginjunctionsandadvice。
  `Iwillnotbiasyourmindbysuggestingtheoriesorsuspicions,Watson,’saidhe;`Iwishyousimplytoreportfactsinthefullestpossiblemannertome,andyoucanleavemetodothetheorizing。’
  `Whatsortoffacts?’Iasked。
  `Anythingwhichmayseemtohaveabearinghoweverindirectuponthecase,andespeciallytherelationsbetweenyoungBaskervilleandhisneighboursoranyfreshparticularsconcerningthedeathofSirCharles。
  Ihavemadesomeinquiriesmyselfinthelastfewdays,buttheresultshave,Ifear,beennegative。Onethingonlyappearstobecertain,andthatisthatMr。JamesDesmond,whoisthenextheir,isanelderlygentlemanofaveryamiabledisposition,sothatthispersecutiondoesnotarisefromhim。Ireallythinkthatwemayeliminatehimentirelyfromourcalculations。
  ThereremainthepeoplewhowillactuallysurroundSirHenryBaskervilleuponthemoor。’
  `WoulditnotbewellinthefirstplacetogetridoffthisBarrymorecouple?’
  `Bynomeans。Youcouldnotmakeagreatermistake。Iftheyareinnocentitwouldbeacruelinjustice,andiftheyareguiltyweshouldbegivingupallchanceofbringingithometothem。No,no,wewillpreservethemuponourlistofsuspects。ThenthereisagroomattheHall,ifI
  rememberright。Therearetwomoorlandfarmers。ThereisourfriendDr。
  Mortimer,whomIbelievetobeentirelyhonest,andthereishiswife,ofwhomweknownothing。Thereisthisnaturalist,Stapleton,andthereishissister,whoissaidtobeayoungladyofattractions。ThereisMr。Frankland,ofLafterHall,whoisalsoanunknownfactor,andthereareoneortwootherneighbours。Thesearethefolkwhomustbeyourveryspecialstudy。’
  `Iwilldomybest。’
  `Youhavearms,Isuppose?’
  `Yes,Ithoughtitaswelltotakethem。’
  `Mostcertainly。Keepyourrevolvernearyounightandday,andneverrelaxyourprecautions。’
  Ourfriendshadalreadysecuredafirst—classcarriageandwerewaitingforusupontheplatform。
  `No,wehavenonewsofanykind,’saidDr。Mortimerinanswertomyfriend’squestions。`Icansweartoonething,andthatisthatwehavenotbeenshadowedduringthelasttwodays。Wehavenevergoneoutwithoutkeepingasharpwatch,andnoonecouldhaveescapedournotice。’
  `Youhavealwayskepttogether,Ipresume?’
  `Exceptyesterdayafternoon。IusuallygiveuponedaytopureamusementwhenIcometotown,soIspentitattheMuseumoftheCollegeofSurgeons。’
  `AndIwenttolookatthefolkinthepark,’saidBaskerville。
  `Butwehadnotroubleofanykind。’
  `Itwasimprudent,allthesame,’saidHolmes,shakinghisheadandlookingverygrave。`Ibeg,SirHenry,thatyouwillnotgoaboutalone。
  Somegreatmisfortunewillbefallyouifyoudo。Didyougetyourotherboot?’
  `No,sir,itisgoneforever。’
  `Indeed。Thatisveryinteresting。Well,good—bye,’headdedasthetrainbegantoglidedowntheplatform。`Bearinmind,SirHenry,oneofthephrasesinthatqueeroldlegendwhichDr。Mortimerhasreadtousandavoidthemoorinthosehoursofdarknesswhenthepowersofevilareexalted。’
  Ilookedbackattheplatformwhenwehadleftitfarbehindandsawthetall,austerefigureofHolmesstandingmotionlessandgazingafterus。
  Thejourneywasaswiftandpleasantone,andIspentitinmakingthemoreintimateacquaintanceofmytwocompanionsandinplayingwithDr。Mortimer’sspaniel。Inaveryfewhoursthebrownearthhadbecomeruddy,thebrickhadchangedtogranite,andredcowsgrazedinwell—hedgedfieldswherethelushgrassesandmoreluxuriantvegetationspokeofaricher,ifadamper,climate。YoungBaskervillestaredeagerlyoutofthewindowandcriedaloudwithdelightasherecognizedthefamiliarfeaturesoftheDevonscenery。
  `I’vebeenoveragoodpartoftheworldsinceIleftit,Dr。
  Watson,’saidhe;`butIhaveneverseenaplacetocomparewithit。’
  `IneversawaDevonshiremanwhodidnotswearbyhiscounty,’
  Iremarked。
  `Itdependsuponthebreedofmenquiteasmuchasonthecounty,’
  saidDr。Mortimer。`AglanceatourfriendhererevealstheroundedheadoftheCelt,whichcarriesinsideittheCelticenthusiasmandpowerofattachment。PoorSirCharles’sheadwasofaveryraretype,halfGaelic,halfIvernianinitscharacteristics。ButyouwereveryyoungwhenyoulastsawBaskervilleHall,wereyounot?’
  `Iwasaboyinmyteensatthetimeofmyfather’sdeathandhadneverseentheHall,forhelivedinalittlecottageontheSouthCoast。ThenceIwentstraighttoafriendinAmerica。ItellyouitisallasnewtomeasitistoDr。Watson,andI’maskeenaspossibletoseethemoor。’
  `Areyou?Thenyourwishiseasilygranted,forthereisyourfirstsightofthemoor,’saidDr。Mortimer,pointingoutofthecarriagewindow。
  Overthegreensquaresofthefieldsandthelowcurveofawoodthereroseinthedistanceagray,melancholyhill,withastrangejaggedsummit,dimandvagueinthedistance,likesomefantasticlandscapeinadream。Baskervillesatforalongtimehiseyesfixeduponit,andI
  readuponhiseagerfacehowmuchitmeanttohim,thisfirstsightofthatstrangespotwherethemenofhisbloodhadheldswaysolongandlefttheirmarksodeep。Therehesat,withhistweedsuitandhisAmericanaccent,inthecornerofaprosaicrailway—carriage,andyetasIlookedathisdarkandexpressivefaceIfeltmorethaneverhowtrueadescendanthewasofthatlonglineofhigh—blooded,fiery,andmasterfulmen。Therewerepride,valour,andstrengthinhisthickbrows,hissensitivenostrils,andhislargehazeleyes。Ifonthatforbiddingmooradifficultanddangerousquestshouldliebeforeus,thiswasatleastacomradeforwhomonemightventuretotakeariskwiththecertaintythathewouldbravelyshareit。
  Thetrainpulledupatasmallwaysidestationandwealldescended。
  Outside,beyondthelow,whitefence,awagonettewithapairofcobswaswaiting。Ourcomingwasevidentlyagreatevent,forstation—masterandportersclusteredroundustocarryoutourluggage。Itwasasweet,simplecountryspot,butIwassurprisedtoobservethatbythegatetherestoodtwosoldierlymenindarkuniformswholeanedupontheirshortriflesandglancedkeenlyatusaswepassed。Thecoachman,ahardfaced,gnarledlittlefellow,salutedSirHenryBaskerville,andinafewminuteswewereflyingswiftlydownthebroad,whiteroad。Rollingpasturelandscurvedupwardoneithersideofus,andoldgabledhousespeepedoutfromamidthethickgreenfoliage,butbehindthepeacefulandsunlitcountrysidethereroseever,darkagainsttheeveningsky,thelong,gloomycurveofthemoor,brokenbythejaggedandsinisterhills。
  Thewagonetteswungroundintoasideroad,andwecurvedupwardthroughdeeplaneswornbycenturiesofwheels,highbanksoneitherside,heavywithdrippingmossandfleshyhart’s—tongueferns。Bronzingbrackenandmottledbramblegleamedinthelightofthesinkingsun。Stillsteadilyrising,wepassedoveranarrowgranitebridgeandskirtedanoisystreamwhichgushedswiftlydown,foamingandroaringamidthegrayboulders。
  Bothroadandstreamwoundupthroughavalleydensewithscruboakandfir。AteveryturnBaskervillegaveanexclamationofdelight,lookingeagerlyabouthimandaskingcountlessquestions。Tohiseyesallseemedbeautiful,buttomeatingeofmelancholylayuponthecountryside,whichboresoclearlythemarkofthewaningyear。Yellowleavescarpetedthelanesandfluttereddownuponusaswepassed。Therattleofourwheelsdiedawayaswedrovethroughdriftsofrottingvegetation—sadgifts,asitseemedtome,forNaturetothrowbeforethecarriageofthereturningheiroftheBaskervilles。
  `Halloa!’criedDr。Mortimer,`whatisthis?’
  Asteepcurveofheath—cladland,anoutlyingspurofthemoor,layinfrontofus。Onthesummit,hardandclearlikeanequestrianstatueuponitspedestal,wasamountedsoldier,darkandstern,hisriflepoisedreadyoverhisforearm。Hewaswatchingtheroadalongwhichwetravelled。
  `Whatisthis,Perkins?’askedDr。Mortimer。
  Ourdriverhalfturnedinhisseat。
  `There’saconvictescapedfromPrincetown,sir。He’sbeenoutthreedaysnow,andthewarderswatcheveryroadandeverystation,butthey’vehadnosightofhimyet。Thefarmersaboutheredon’tlikeit,sir,andthat’safact。’
  `Well,Iunderstandthattheygetfivepoundsiftheycangiveinformation。’
  `Yes,sir,butthechanceoffivepoundsisbutapoorthingcomparedtothechanceofhavingyourthroatcut。Yousee,itisn’tlikeanyordinaryconvict。Thisisamanthatwouldstickatnothing。’