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СКАЧАТЬ hope," said Dr. Mortimer, "that you do not look with suspicious eyes upon everyone who received a legacy from Sir Charles, for I also had £1,000 left to me."

      "Indeed! And anyone else?"

      "There were many insignificant sums to individuals, and a large number of public charities. The residue all went to Sir Henry."

      "And how much was the residue?"

      "Seven hundred and forty thousand pounds."

      Holmes raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I had no idea that so gigantic a sum was involved," said he.

      "Sir Charles had the reputation of being rich, but we did not know how very rich he was until we came to examine his securities. The total value of the estate was close on to a million."

      "Dear me! It is a stake for which a man might well play a desperate game. And one more question, Dr. Mortimer. Supposing that anything happened to our young friend here—you will forgive the unpleasant hypothesis!— who would inherit the estate?"

      "Since Rodger Baskerville, Sir Charles's younger brother died unmarried, the estate would descend to the Desmonds, who are distant cousins. James Desmond is an elderly clergyman in Westmoreland."

      "Thank you. These details are all of great interest. Have you met Mr. James Desmond?"

      "Yes; he once came down to visit Sir Charles. He is a man of venerable appearance and of saintly life. I remember that he refused to accept any settlement from Sir Charles, though he pressed it upon him."

      "And this man of simple tastes would be the heir to Sir Charles's thousands."

      "He would be the heir to the estate because that is entailed. He would also be the heir to the money unless it were willed otherwise by the present owner, who can, of course, do what he likes with it."

      "And have you made your will, Sir Henry?"

      "No, Mr. Holmes, I have not. I've had no time, for it was only yesterday that I learned how matters stood. But in any case I feel that the money should go with the title and estate. That was my poor uncle's idea. How is the owner going to restore the glories of the Baskervilles if he has not money enough to keep up the property? House, land, and dollars must go together."

      "Quite so. Well, Sir Henry, I am of one mind with you as to the advisability of your going down to Devonshire without delay. There is only one provision which I must make. You certainly must not go alone."

      "Dr. Mortimer returns with me."

      "But Dr. Mortimer has his practice to attend to, and his house is miles away from yours. With all the good will in the world he may be unable to help you. No, Sir Henry, you must take with you someone, a trusty man, who will be always by your side."

      "It is possible that you could come yourself, Mr. Holmes?"

      "If matters came to a crisis I should endeavour to be present in person; but you can understand that, with my extensive consulting practice and with the constant appeals which reach me from many quarters, it is impossible for me to be absent from London for an indefinite time. At the present instant one of the most revered names in England is being besmirched by a blackmailer, and only I can stop a disastrous scandal. You will see how impossible it is for me to go to Dartmoor."

      "Whom would you recommend, then?"

      Holmes laid his hand upon my arm.

      "If my friend would undertake it there is no man who is better worth having at your side when you are in a tight place. No one can say so more confidently than I."

      The proposition took me completely by surprise, but before I had time to answer, Baskerville seized me by the hand and wrung it heartily.

      "Well, now, that is real kind of you, Dr. Watson," said he. "You see how it is with me, and you know just as much about the matter as I do. If you will come down to Baskerville Hall and see me through I'll never forget it."

      The promise of adventure had always a fascination for me, and I was complimented by the words of Holmes and by the eagerness with which the baronet hailed me as a companion.

      "I will come, with pleasure," said I. "I do not know how I could employ my time better."

      "And you will report very carefully to me," said Holmes. "When a crisis comes, as it will do, I will direct how you shall act. I suppose that by Saturday all might be ready?"

      "Would that suit Dr. Watson?"

      "Perfectly."

      "Then on Saturday, unless you hear to the contrary, we shall meet at the 10:30 train from Paddington."

      We had risen to depart when Baskerville gave a cry, of triumph and diving into one of the corners of the room he drew a brown boot from under a cabinet.

      "My missing boot!" he cried.

      "May all our difficulties vanish as easily!" said Sherlock Holmes.

      "But it is a very singular thing," Dr. Mortimer remarked. "I searched this room carefully before lunch."

      "And so did I," said Baskerville. "Every inch of it."

      "There was certainly no boot in it then."

      "In that case the waiter must have placed it there while we were lunching."

      The German was sent for but professed to know nothing of the matter, nor could any inquiry clear it up. Another item had been added to that constant and apparently purposeless series of small mysteries which had succeeded each other so rapidly. Setting aside the whole grim story of Sir Charles's death, we had a line of inexplicable incidents all within the limits of two days, which included the receipt of the printed letter, the black-bearded spy in the hansom, the loss of the new brown boot, the loss of the old black boot, and now the return of the new brown boot. Holmes sat in silence in the cab as we drove back to Baker Street, and I knew from his drawn brows and keen face that his mind, like my own, was busy in endeavouring to frame some scheme into which all these strange and apparently disconnected episodes could be fitted. All afternoon and late into the evening he sat lost in tobacco and thought.

      Just before dinner two telegrams were handed in. The first ran:—

      HAVE JUST HEARD THAT BARRYMORE IS AT THE HALL. —BASKERVILLE

      The second:—

      VISITED TWENTY-THREE HOTELS AS DIRECTED, BUT SORRY, TO REPORT UNABLE TO TRACE CUT SHEET OF TIMES.—CARTWRIGHT.

      "There go two of my threads, Watson. There is nothing more stimulating than a case where everything goes against you. We must cast round for another scent."

      "We have still the cabman who drove the spy."

      "Exactly. I have wired to get his name and address from the Official Registry. I should not be surprised if this were an answer to my question."

      The ring at the bell proved to be something even more satisfactory than an answer, however, for the door opened and a rough-looking fellow entered who was evidently the СКАЧАТЬ