-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Артур Конан Дойл
-
- Собака Баскервиллей
-
- Стр. 94/157
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
But
at
last
we
could
see
whence
it
came
,
and
then
we
knew
that
we
were
indeed
very
close
.
A
guttering
candle
was
stuck
in
a
crevice
of
the
rocks
which
flanked
it
on
each
side
so
as
to
keep
the
wind
from
it
and
also
to
prevent
it
from
being
visible
,
save
in
the
direction
of
Baskerville
Hall
.
A
boulder
of
granite
concealed
our
approach
,
and
crouching
behind
it
we
gazed
over
it
at
the
signal
light
.
It
was
strange
to
see
this
single
candle
burning
there
in
the
middle
of
the
moor
,
with
no
sign
of
life
near
it
--
just
the
one
straight
yellow
flame
and
the
gleam
of
the
rock
on
each
side
of
it
.
"
What
shall
we
do
now
?
"
whispered
Sir
Henry
.
"
Wait
here
.
He
must
be
near
his
light
.
Let
us
see
if
we
can
get
a
glimpse
of
him
.
"
The
words
were
hardly
out
of
my
mouth
when
we
both
saw
him
.
Over
the
rocks
,
in
the
crevice
of
which
the
candle
burned
,
there
was
thrust
out
an
evil
yellow
face
,
a
terrible
animal
face
,
all
seamed
and
scored
with
vile
passions
.
Foul
with
mire
,
with
a
bristling
beard
,
and
hung
with
matted
hair
,
it
might
well
have
belonged
to
one
of
those
old
savages
who
dwelt
in
the
burrows
on
the
hillsides
.
The
light
beneath
him
was
reflected
in
his
small
,
cunning
eyes
which
peered
fiercely
to
right
and
left
through
the
darkness
,
like
a
crafty
and
savage
animal
who
has
heard
the
steps
of
the
hunters
.
Something
had
evidently
aroused
his
suspicions
.
It
may
have
been
that
Barrymore
had
some
private
signal
which
we
had
neglected
to
give
,
or
the
fellow
may
have
had
some
other
reason
for
thinking
that
all
was
not
well
,
but
I
could
read
his
fears
upon
his
wicked
face
.
Any
instant
he
might
dash
out
the
light
and
vanish
in
the
darkness
.
I
sprang
forward
therefore
,
and
Sir
Henry
did
the
same
.
At
the
same
moment
the
convict
screamed
out
a
curse
at
us
and
hurled
a
rock
which
splintered
up
against
the
boulder
which
had
sheltered
us
.
I
caught
one
glimpse
of
his
short
,
squat
,
strongly-built
figure
as
he
sprang
to
his
feet
and
turned
to
run
.
At
the
same
moment
by
a
lucky
chance
the
moon
broke
through
the
clouds
.
We
rushed
over
the
brow
of
the
hill
,
and
there
was
our
man
running
with
great
speed
down
the
other
side
,
springing
over
the
stones
in
his
way
with
the
activity
of
a
mountain
goat
.
A
lucky
long
shot
of
my
revolver
might
have
crippled
him
,
but
I
had
brought
it
only
to
defend
myself
if
attacked
,
and
not
to
shoot
an
unarmed
man
who
was
running
away
.
We
were
both
swift
runners
and
in
fairly
good
training
,
but
we
soon
found
that
we
had
no
chance
of
overtaking
him
.
We
saw
him
for
a
long
time
in
the
moonlight
until
he
was
only
a
small
speck
moving
swiftly
among
the
boulders
upon
the
side
of
a
distant
hill
.
We
ran
and
ran
until
we
were
completely
blown
,
but
the
space
between
us
grew
ever
wider
.
Finally
we
stopped
and
sat
panting
on
two
rocks
,
while
we
watched
him
disappearing
in
the
distance
.
And
it
was
at
this
moment
that
there
occurred
a
most
strange
and
unexpected
thing
.
We
had
risen
from
our
rocks
and
were
turning
to
go
home
,
having
abandoned
the
hopeless
chase
.
The
moon
was
low
upon
the
right
,
and
the
jagged
pinnacle
of
a
granite
tor
stood
up
against
the
lower
curve
of
its
silver
disc
.
There
,
outlined
as
black
as
an
ebony
statue
on
that
shining
back-ground
,
I
saw
the
figure
of
a
man
upon
the
tor
.
Do
not
think
that
it
was
a
delusion
,
Holmes
.
I
assure
you
that
I
have
never
in
my
life
seen
anything
more
clearly
.
As
far
as
I
could
judge
,
the
figure
was
that
of
a
tall
,
thin
man
.
He
stood
with
his
legs
a
little
separated
,
his
arms
folded
,
his
head
bowed
,
as
if
he
were
brooding
over
that
enormous
wilderness
of
peat
and
granite
which
lay
before
him
.
He
might
have
been
the
very
spirit
of
that
terrible
place
.
It
was
not
the
convict
.
This
man
was
far
from
the
place
where
the
latter
had
disappeared
.
Besides
,
he
was
a
much
taller
man
.
With
a
cry
of
surprise
I
pointed
him
out
to
the
baronet
,
but
in
the
instant
during
which
I
had
turned
to
grasp
his
arm
the
man
was
gone
.
There
was
the
sharp
pinnacle
of
granite
still
cutting
the
lower
edge
of
the
moon
,
but
its
peak
bore
no
trace
of
that
silent
and
motionless
figure
.
I
wished
to
go
in
that
direction
and
to
search
the
tor
,
but
it
was
some
distance
away
.
The
baronet
's
nerves
were
still
quivering
from
that
cry
,
which
recalled
the
dark
story
of
his
family
,
and
he
was
not
in
the
mood
for
fresh
adventures
.
He
had
not
seen
this
lonely
man
upon
the
tor
and
could
not
feel
the
thrill
which
his
strange
presence
and
his
commanding
attitude
had
given
to
me
.
"
A
warder
,
no
doubt
,
"
said
he
.
"
The
moor
has
been
thick
with
them
since
this
fellow
escaped
.
"
Well
,
perhaps
his
explanation
may
be
the
right
one
,
but
I
should
like
to
have
some
further
proof
of
it
.
To-day
we
mean
to
communicate
to
the
Princetown
people
where
they
should
look
for
their
missing
man
,
but
it
is
hard
lines
that
we
have
not
actually
had
the
triumph
of
bringing
him
back
as
our
own
prisoner
.
Such
are
the
adventures
of
last
night
,
and
you
must
acknowledge
,
my
dear
Holmes
,
that
I
have
done
you
very
well
in
the
matter
of
a
report
.
Much
of
what
I
tell
you
is
no
doubt
quite
irrelevant
,
but
still
I
feel
that
it
is
best
that
I
should
let
you
have
all
the
facts
and
leave
you
to
select
for
yourself
those
which
will
be
of
most
service
to
you
in
helping
you
to
your
conclusions
.
We
are
certainly
making
some
progress
.
So
far
as
the
Barrymores
go
we
have
found
the
motive
of
their
actions
,
and
that
has
cleared
up
the
situation
very
much
.
But
the
moor
with
its
mysteries
and
its
strange
inhabitants
remains
as
inscrutable
as
ever
.
Perhaps
in
my
next
I
may
be
able
to
throw
some
light
upon
this
also
.
Best
of
all
would
it
be
if
you
could
come
down
to
us
.
In
any
case
you
will
hear
from
me
again
in
the
course
of
the
next
few
days
.
