"And as you value your life do not go across the moor in any direction save along the straight path which leads from Merripit House to the Grimpen Road, and is your natural way home."
"I will do just what you say."
"Very good. I should be glad to get away as soon after breakfast as possible, so as to reach London in the afternoon."
I was much astounded by this programme (Ρ Π±ΡΠ» ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΡΠ΄ΠΈΠ²Π»Π΅Π½ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠΌ ΠΏΠ»Π°Π½ΠΎΠΌ), though I remembered that Holmes had said to Stapleton on the night before (Ρ ΠΎΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠ½ΠΈΠ», ΡΡΠΎ Π₯ΠΎΠ»ΠΌΡ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» Π‘ΡΡΠΏΠ»ΡΠΎΠ½Ρ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄ΡΠ΄ΡΡΠΈΠΌ Π²Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠΎΠΌ) that his visit would terminate next day (ΡΡΠΎ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π±ΡΠ²Π°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ /Π² ΠΠ°ΡΠΊΠ΅ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ»Ρ-Ρ ΠΎΠ»Π»Π΅/ Π·Π°ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΠΈΡΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΡΡΡΠΈΠΉ Π΄Π΅Π½Ρ; to terminate β ΠΎΠ³ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ; Π·Π°Π²Π΅ΡΡΠ°ΡΡ). It had not crossed my mind, however (ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎ ΠΌΠ½Π΅ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»ΠΎ Π² Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Ρ; to cross oneβs mind β Π²Π½Π΅Π·Π°ΠΏΠ½ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΠΉΡΠΈ Π² Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Ρ; to cross β ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΊΠ°ΡΡ), that he would wish me to go with him (ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π»Π°Π΅Ρ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Ρ Π΅Ρ Π°Π» Ρ Π½ΠΈΠΌ), nor could I understand how we could both be absent at a moment (ΠΈ Ρ Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³ ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΡΡΡ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΌΡ ΠΎΠ±Π° ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΡΡΡΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ Π² ΡΠΎΡ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ) which he himself declared to be critical (ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠ°ΠΌ Π½Π°Π·Π²Π°Π»: Β«ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ²ΠΈΠ»Β» ΠΊΡΠΈΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈΠΌ). There was nothing for it, however, but implicit obedience (ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎ Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ, ΠΊΡΠΎΠΌΠ΅ Π±Π΅Π·ΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠΈΠ½Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ); so we bade good-bye to our rueful friend (ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΌΡ ΠΌΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Ρ Π½Π°ΡΠΈΠΌ ΠΎΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ°Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΎΠΌ; to bid good-bye β ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°ΡΡ "ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ°ΠΉ"), and a couple of hours afterwards we were at the station of Coombe Tracey (ΠΈ ΠΏΠ°ΡΡ ΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠ² ΡΠΏΡΡΡΡ ΠΌΡ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π½Π° ΠΆΠ΅Π»Π΅Π·Π½ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΠ°Π½ΡΠΈΠΈ Π² ΠΡΠΌ-Π’ΡΡΠΉΡΠΈ) and had dispatched the trap upon its return journey (ΠΈ ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ»Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΊΡ Π½Π°Π·Π°Π΄; return β Π²ΠΎΠ·Π²ΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅; journey β ΠΏΡΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΅, ΠΏΠΎΠ΅Π·Π΄ΠΊΠ°). A small boy was waiting upon the platform (ΠΌΠ°Π»Π΅Π½ΡΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΌΠ°Π»ΡΡΠΈΠΊ ΠΆΠ΄Π°Π» Π½Π° ΠΏΠ»Π°ΡΡΠΎΡΠΌΠ΅).
"Any orders, sir (ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π½ΠΈΡ, ΡΡΡ)?"
"You will take this train to town, Cartwright (ΡΠ°Π΄ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΡΠΎΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ΅Π·Π΄ ΠΈ /ΠΏΠΎΠ΅Π·ΠΆΠ°ΠΉΡΠ΅/ Π² Π³ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄, ΠΠ°ΡΡΡΠ°ΠΉΡ; to take a train β ΡΠ°Π΄ΠΈΡΡΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠ΅Π·Π΄). The moment you arrive (Π² ΡΠΎΡ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΏΡΠΈΠ±ΡΠ΄Π΅ΡΠ΅) you will send a wire to Sir Henry Baskerville, in my name (Π²Ρ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π³ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΌΡ ΡΡΡΡ ΠΠ°ΡΠΊΠ΅ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ»Ρ ΠΎΡ ΠΌΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈ), to say that if he finds the pocket-book (/Π³Π΄Π΅/ ΡΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΅ΡΠ΅, ΡΡΠΎ Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ Π½Π°ΠΉΠ΄Π΅Ρ ΠΌΠΎΡ Π·Π°ΠΏΠΈΡΠ½ΡΡ ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠΆΠΊΡ) which I have dropped (ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡ Ρ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»; to drop β ΠΊΠ°ΠΏΠ°ΡΡ; Π±ΡΠΎΡΠ°ΡΡ, ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΡΡ) he is to send it by registered post to Baker Street (ΠΏΡΡΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Ρ: Β«ΠΎΠ½ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ΅Π½ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π°ΡΡΒ» Π΅Π΅ Π·Π°ΠΊΠ°Π·Π½ΡΠΌ ΠΏΠΈΡΡΠΌΠΎΠΌ Π½Π° ΠΠ΅ΠΉΠΊΠ΅Ρ-ΡΡΡΠΈΡ)."
"Yes, sir."
"And ask at the station office (ΠΈ ΡΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ΅ Π² ΡΡΠ°Π½ΡΠΈΠΎΠ½Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΠΎΡΠ΅) if there is a message for me (Π΅ΡΡΡ Π»ΠΈ ΡΠΎΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π΄Π»Ρ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ)."
programme [ΛprΗuΙ‘rΓ¦m], terminate [ΛtΗ:mΙͺneΙͺt], wire [waΙͺΗ]
I was much astounded by this programme, though I remembered that Holmes had said to Stapleton on the night before that his visit would terminate next day. It had not crossed my mind, however, that he would wish me to go with him, nor could I understand how we could both be absent at a moment which he himself declared to be critical. There was nothing for it, however, but implicit obedience; so we bade good-bye to our rueful friend, and a couple of hours afterwards we were at the station of Coombe Tracey and had dispatched the trap upon its return journey. A small boy was waiting upon the platform.
"Any orders, sir?"
"You will take this train to town, Cartwright. The moment you arrive you will send a wire to Sir Henry Baskerville, in my name, to say that if he finds the pocket-book which I have dropped he is to send it by registered post to Baker Street."
"Yes, sir."
"And ask at the station office if there is a message for me."
The boy returned with a telegram (ΠΌΠ°Π»ΡΡΠΈΠΊ Π²Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ»ΡΡ Ρ ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π³ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΌΠΎΠΉ), which Holmes handed to me (ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡ Π₯ΠΎΠ»ΠΌΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠ½ΡΠ» ΠΌΠ½Π΅). It ran (ΠΎΠ½Π° Π³Π»Π°ΡΠΈΠ»Π°): "Wire received (ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π³ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΌΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΈΠ»; wire β ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΊΠ°; ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π³ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΌΠ°). Coming down with unsigned warrant (ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΅Π·ΠΆΠ°Ρ Ρ Π½Π΅Π·Π°ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ: Β«Π½Π΅ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π½Π½ΡΠΌΒ» ΠΎΡΠ΄Π΅ΡΠΎΠΌ). Arrive five-forty. β LESTRADE (ΠΏΡΠΈΠ±ΡΠ²Π°Ρ Π² ΠΏΡΡΡ ΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΊ. ΠΠ΅ΡΡΡΠ΅ΠΉΠ΄)."
"That is in answer to mine of this morning (ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅Ρ Π½Π° ΠΌΠΎΡ /ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π³ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΌΡ/ ΡΡΠΈΠΌ ΡΡΡΠΎΠΌ = Π½Π° ΠΌΠΎΡ ΡΡΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π³ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΌΡ). He is the best of the professionals, I think (ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π°Π³Π°Ρ, ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠ²Π»ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ Π»ΡΡΡΠΈΠΌ ΠΈΠ· ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΠΎΠ½Π°Π»ΡΠ½ΡΡ Π΄Π΅ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΈΠ²ΠΎΠ²), and we may need his assistance (ΠΈ Π½Π°ΠΌ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ½Π°Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡΡΡΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΡ). Now, Watson, I think that we cannot employ our time better (Π° ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ, ΠΠ°ΡΡΠΎΠ½, Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Ρ, ΠΌΡ Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΈΡΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΠ·ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ Π½Π°ΡΠ΅ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ Π»ΡΡΡΠ΅; to employ β ΡΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π±Π»ΡΡΡ, ΠΈΡΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΠ·ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ) than by calling upon your acquaintance, Mrs. Laura Lyons (ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ² Π²Π°ΡΡ Π·Π½Π°ΠΊΠΎΠΌΡΡ, ΠΌΠΈΡΡΠΈΡ ΠΠΎΡΡ ΠΠ°ΠΉΠΎΠ½Ρ)."
His plan of campaign was beginning to be evident (Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΠ»Π°Π½ ΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠΏΠ°Π½ΠΈΠΈ Π½Π°ΡΠΈΠ½Π°Π» ΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΠΎΡΠ΅Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π½ΡΠΌ = Π²ΡΠ΅ Π±ΠΎΠ»Π΅Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠ½ΡΠ»ΡΡ). He would use the Baronet in order to convince the Stapletons (ΠΎΠ½ ΠΈΡΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΠ·ΡΠ΅Ρ Π±Π°ΡΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ°, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΡΠ±Π΅Π΄ΠΈΡΡ Π‘ΡΡΠΏΠ»ΡΠΎΠ½Π°) that we were really gone (ΡΡΠΎ ΠΌΡ ΠΈ Π²ΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π΄Ρ ΡΠ΅Ρ Π°Π»ΠΈ), while we should actually return at the instant (Π² ΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π½Π° ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠΌ Π΄Π΅Π»Π΅ ΠΌΡ Π²Π΅ΡΠ½Π΅ΠΌΡΡ Π² /ΡΠΎΡ/ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ) when we were likely to be needed (ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΌΡ Π΄Π΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ½Π°Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΠΈΠΌΡΡ; likely β Π²Π΅ΡΠΎΡΡΠ½ΡΠΉ; ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΡΡΠΈΠΉ). That telegram from London (ΡΡΠ° ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π³ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΌΠ° ΠΈΠ· ΠΠΎΠ½Π΄ΠΎΠ½Π°), if mentioned by Sir Henry to the Stapletons (Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΡΡ ΠΠ΅Π½ΡΠΈ ΡΠΏΠΎΠΌΡΠ½Π΅Ρ ΠΎ Π½Π΅ΠΉ ΠΏΡΠΈ Π‘ΡΡΠΏΠ»ΡΠΎΠ½Π΅), must remove the last suspicions from their minds (Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ½Π° ΡΠ΄Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Ρ Π½ΠΈΡ = ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ ΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ·ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ; mind β ΡΠ°Π·ΡΠΌ; ΠΌΡΡΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅). Already I seemed to see our nets (ΠΌΠ½Π΅ ΡΠΆΠ΅ ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ = ΠΏΡΠ΅Π΄ΡΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΠ»ΠΎΡΡ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π½Π°ΡΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΡΠΈ) drawing closer round that lean-jawed pike (Π²ΡΠ΅ ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΠ½Π΅Π΅: Β«Π±Π»ΠΈΠΆΠ΅Β» ΡΡΡΠ³ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡΡΡ Π²ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠ³ ΡΠΎΠΉ ΡΠΎΠ½ΠΊΠΎΠ³ΡΠ±ΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΠΊΠΈ).
warrant [ΛwΙr(Η)nt], assistance [ΗΛsΙͺst(Η)ns], remove [rΙͺΛmu:v]
The boy returned with a telegram, which Holmes handed to me. It ran: "Wire received. Coming down with unsigned warrant. Arrive five-forty. β LESTRADE."
"That is in answer to mine of this morning. He is the best of the professionals, I think, and we may need his assistance. Now, Watson, I think that we cannot employ our time better than by calling upon your acquaintance, Mrs. Laura Lyons."
His plan of campaign was beginning to be evident. He would use the Baronet in order to convince the Stapletons that we were really gone, while we should actually return at the instant when we were likely to be needed. That telegram from London, if mentioned by Sir Henry to the Stapletons, must remove the last suspicions from their minds. Already I seemed to see our nets drawing closer round that lean-jawed pike.
Mrs. Laura Lyons was in her office (ΠΌΠΈΡΡΠΈΡ ΠΠΎΡΠ° ΠΠ°ΠΉΠΎΠ½Ρ Π±ΡΠ»Π° Π² ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΊΠ°Π±ΠΈΠ½Π΅ΡΠ΅), and Sherlock Holmes opened his interview with a frankness and directness (ΠΈ Π¨Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΎΠΊ Π₯ΠΎΠ»ΠΌΡ Π½Π°ΡΠ°Π»: Β«ΠΎΡΠΊΡΡΠ»Β» Π±Π΅ΡΠ΅Π΄Ρ Ρ ΠΎΡΠΊΡΡΡΠΎΡΡΡΡ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΡΠΌΠΎΡΠΎΠΉ) which considerably amazed her (ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ°Π·ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π΅Π΅).
"I am investigating the circumstances (Ρ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΡΡ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²Π°) which attended the death of the late Sir Charles Baskerville (ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠ΅ ΡΠΎΠΏΡΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈ ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΈ Β«ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎΒ» ΡΡΡΠ° Π§Π°ΡΠ»ΡΠ·Π° ΠΠ°ΡΠΊΠ΅ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ»Ρ)," said he. "My friend here, Dr. Watson (Π²ΠΎΡ ΠΌΠΎΠΉ Π΄ΡΡΠ³, Π΄ΠΎΠΊΡΠΎΡ ΠΠ°ΡΡΠΎΠ½), has informed me of what you have communicated (ΠΏΡΠΎΠΈΠ½ΡΠΎΡΠΌΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π» ΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎ Π²Ρ ΡΠΎΠΎΠ±ΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ), and also of what you have withheld in connection with that matter (Π° ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΆΠ΅ ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎ Π²Ρ ΡΠΊΡΡΠ»ΠΈ Π² ΡΠ²ΡΠ·ΠΈ Ρ ΡΡΠΈΠΌ Π΄Π΅Π»ΠΎΠΌ; to withhold β Π²ΠΎΠ·Π΄Π΅ΡΠΆΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡΡΡ; ΡΡΠ°ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ)."
"What have I withheld?" she asked, defiantly (ΡΡΠΎ /ΠΆΠ΅/ Ρ ΡΠΊΡΡΠ»Π°? β ΡΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΎΠ½Π° Π²ΡΠ·ΡΠ²Π°ΡΡΠ΅).
"You have confessed that you asked Sir Charles (Π²Ρ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ·Π½Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΡΡΡΠ° Π§Π°ΡΠ»ΡΠ·Π°) to be at the gate at ten o'clock (Π±ΡΡΡ Ρ ΠΊΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΠΊΠΈ Π² Π΄Π΅ΡΡΡΡ ΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠ²). We know that that was the place and hour of his death (Π²Ρ Π·Π½Π°Π΅ΡΠ΅, ΡΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΎ ΠΈ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΈ). You have withheld what the connection is between these events (Π²Ρ ΡΠΊΡΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ²ΡΠ·Ρ ΠΌΠ΅ΠΆΠ΄Ρ ΡΡΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΡΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠΈΡΠΌΠΈ)."
"There is no connection (Π½Π΅Ρ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ²ΡΠ·ΠΈ)."
withhold [wΙͺΓ°ΛhΗuld], ask [Ι:sk], these [Γ°i:z]
Mrs. Laura Lyons was in her office, and Sherlock Holmes opened his interview with a frankness and directness which considerably amazed her.
"I am investigating the circumstances which attended the death of the late Sir Charles Baskerville," said he. "My friend here, Dr. Watson, has informed me of what you have communicated, and also of what you have withheld in connection with that matter."
"What have I withheld?" she asked, defiantly.
"You have confessed that you asked Sir Charles to be at the gate at ten o'clock. We know that that was the place and hour of his death. You have withheld what the connection is between these events."
"There is no connection."
"In that case the coincidence (Π² ΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π΅ ΡΠΎΠ²ΠΏΠ°Π΄Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅) must indeed be an extraordinary one (Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ½ΠΎ Π±ΡΡΡ ΠΈ Π²ΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π΄Ρ ΠΈΡΠΊΠ»ΡΡΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΌ). But I think that we shall succeed in establishing a connection after all (Π½ΠΎ Ρ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Ρ, ΠΌΡ Π²ΡΠ΅ ΠΆΠ΅ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠΌ ΡΠ²ΡΠ·Ρ; to succeed in doing smth. β ΠΏΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ Π² ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠΉ-Π»ΠΈΠ±ΠΎ Π΄Π΅ΡΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ). I wish to be perfectly frank with you, Mrs. Lyons (Ρ ΠΎΡΡ Π±ΡΡΡ Ρ Π²Π°ΠΌΠΈ ΡΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎ ΠΈΡΠΊΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΈΠΌ, ΠΌΠΈΡΡΠΈΡ ΠΠ°ΠΉΠΎΠ½Ρ). We regard this case as one of murder (ΠΌΡ ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΌΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠ²Π°Π΅ΠΌ ΡΡΠΎ Π΄Π΅Π»ΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ /Π΄Π΅Π»ΠΎ/ ΠΎΠ± ΡΠ±ΠΈΠΉΡΡΠ²Π΅), and the evidence may implicate not only your friend Mr. Stapleton (ΠΈ /Π½Π° ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π°Π½ΠΈΠΈ/ ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠΎΠ² ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ²Π»Π΅ΡΡ Π½Π΅ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ Π²Π°ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ Π΄ΡΡΠ³Π°, ΠΌΠΈΡΡΠ΅ΡΠ° Π‘ΡΡΠΏΠ»ΡΠΎΠ½Π°; to implicate β ΡΠΏΡΡΡΠ²Π°ΡΡ; Π²ΠΎΠ²Π»Π΅ΠΊΠ°ΡΡ), but his wife as well (Π½ΠΎ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΆΠ΅ ΠΈ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΆΠ΅Π½Ρ)."
The lady sprang from her chair (Π΄Π°ΠΌΠ° Π²ΡΠΊΠΎΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΈΠ· ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΠ»Π°; to spring β ΠΏΡΡΠ³Π°ΡΡ; Π²ΡΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ).
"His wife!" she cried (Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΆΠ΅Π½Ρ! β Π²ΠΎΡΠΊΠ»ΠΈΠΊΠ½ΡΠ»Π° ΠΎΠ½Π°).
"The fact is no longer a secret (ΡΡΠΎΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΡ β Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ Π½Π΅ ΡΠ°ΠΉΠ½Π°). The person who has passed for his sister (ΠΎΡΠΎΠ±Π°, Π²ΡΠ΄Π°Π²Π°Π΅ΠΌΠ°Ρ Π·Π° Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡΡ; to pass for β ΡΠ»ΡΡΡ) is really his wife (Π² Π΄Π΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΆΠ΅Π½Π°)."
Mrs. Lyons had resumed her seat (ΠΌΠΈΡΡΠΈΡ ΠΠ°ΠΉΠΎΠ½Ρ ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π° ΡΠ΅Π»Π°; to resume β Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΎΠ±Π½ΠΎΠ²Π»ΡΡΡ). Her hands were grasping the arms of her chair (Π΅Π΅ ΡΡΠΊΠΈ ΡΠΆΠ°Π»ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π»ΠΎΠΊΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΈ ΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΠ»Π°), and I saw that the pink nails had turned white (ΠΈ Ρ ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π», ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠΎΠ·ΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅ Π½ΠΎΠ³ΡΠΈ ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ Π±Π΅Π»ΡΠΌΠΈ) with the pressure of her grip (ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ Π΄Π°Π²Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΡ ΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡΠΆΠ°ΡΠΈΡ).
"His wife!" she said, again (Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΆΠ΅Π½Π°! β ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»Π° ΠΎΠ½Π° ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π°). "His wife! He was not a married man (ΠΎΠ½ Π½Π΅ ΠΆΠ΅Π½Π°ΡΡΠΉ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊ)."
Sherlock Holmes shrugged his shoulders (Π¨Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΎΠΊ Π₯ΠΎΠ»ΠΌΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΆΠ°Π» ΠΏΠ»Π΅ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ).
extraordinary [ΙͺksΛtrΙ:dnrΙͺ], frank [frΓ¦Εk], implicate [ΛΙͺmplΙͺkeΙͺt]
"In that case the coincidence must indeed be an extraordinary one. But I think that we shall succeed in establishing a connection after all. I wish to be perfectly frank with you, Mrs. Lyons. We regard this case as one of murder, and the evidence may implicate not only your friend Mr. Stapleton, but his wife as well."
The lady sprang from her chair.
"His wife!" she cried.
"The fact is no longer a secret. The person who has passed for his sister is really his wife."
Mrs. Lyons had resumed her seat. Her hands were grasping the arms of her chair, and I saw that the pink nails had turned white with the pressure of her grip.
"His wife!" she said, again. "His wife! He was not a married man."