04-01-01-巴斯克维尔猎犬 [15]
．We reached the door and looked in．There was Barrymore，with the light in his hand，looking out across the moor，exactly as I had seen him on the night before．
Sir Henry walked into the room and said：'What are you do- ing here，Barrymore？'
Barrymore turned round quickly，surprise and horror on his face．
'Nothing，Sir，'he said．The shadows on the wall from his light were jumping up and down as his hand shook．'It was the window，sir．I go round at night to see that they are closed，and this one wasn't shut．'
'Come now，Barrymore，'said Sir Henry．'No lies．What were you doing with that light？You were holding it up to the window．'
I suddenly had an idea．'I think he was sending a message，' I said．'Let's see if there's an answer from someone on the moor．'
I held the light up to the window，and looked out into the darkness．Suddenly a light answered from the moor．
'There it is，'I cried．I waved my light backwards and for－ wards across the window．The light on the moor answered by moving in the same way．
'Now，Barrymore，who is your friend on the moor？What's going on？'
'That's my business，'said Barrymore，'I won't tell you．'
'Are you making some criminal plan against me？'Sir Henry said．
'No，it's nothing against you，sir，'said a voice behind us．It was Mrs Barrymore．She had followed us and was standing at the door．'He's doing it for me．My unhappy brother is cold and hungry on the moor．We cannot let him die．Our light is to tell him that food is ready for him．His light shows us where to take it．'
'Then your brother is…'began Sir Henry．
'The escaped prisoner，sir．Selden，the murderer．He is my younger brother．He has done evil things，but to me he is still the little boy I loved and cared for．I had to help him．Every－ thing my husband has done has been for me．Please don't take his job from him．It's not his fault．'
Sir Henry turned to Barrymore and said：
'I cannot blame you for helping your wife．Go to bed，and we'll talk about this in the morning．'
The Barrymores left us．
'The murderer is waiting out there by that light，' said Sir Henry．'He's a danger to everyone．I'm going to catch him．If you want to come with me，Watson，fetch your revolver and let's go．'
We left the Hall immediately．
'We must surprise him and catch him．'said Sir Henry．'He's a dangerous man．Now，Watson，what would Holmes say about this？Do you remember what the old papers said？ They said the Devil does his work when the world is dark．'
Just as he spoke there came a strange cry from across the moor．It was the same cry I had heard when I was with Staple－ ton on the edge of the Great Grimpen Marsh．
'What is that noise？'asked Sir Henry．He stopped and put his hand on my arm to hold me back．
'I've heard it before，'I said．'Stapleton says it's the cry of a bird．'
'Watson，'said Sir Henry，his voice shaking，'it is the cry of a hound．What do the local people say it is？'
'They say it is the cry of the Hound of the Baskervilles，'I replied．
'Can there possibly be some truth in the story？'said Sir Henry．'Am I really in danger from such an evil thing？I think I am as brave as most men，but that sound froze my blood．But we have come out to catch that prisoner，and the Devil himself will not make me turn back．'
It was difficult to cross the moor in the dark，but at last we reached the light．It was standing on a rock．Suddenly an evil face，more like an animal than a man，looked at us from behind the rock．The escaped prisoner saw us and screamed as he turned to run．
Sir Henry and I were both good runners and very healthy men，but we soon realized that we had no chance of catching Selden．He knew the way，and was running for his life．Soon we had lost him in the dark，so we stopped and sat down，breathing heavily，to rest．
At that moment a very strange thing happened．The moon was low upon our right，and in its light we could see the top of a hill．On that hill，with the moon behind him，stood a tall，thin man．He was standing perfectly still．He was watching us．
It was not Selden，who had been running away from that hill．This man was much taller．With a cry of surprise I turned to Sir Henry
Sir Henry walked into the room and said：'What are you do- ing here，Barrymore？'
Barrymore turned round quickly，surprise and horror on his face．
'Nothing，Sir，'he said．The shadows on the wall from his light were jumping up and down as his hand shook．'It was the window，sir．I go round at night to see that they are closed，and this one wasn't shut．'
'Come now，Barrymore，'said Sir Henry．'No lies．What were you doing with that light？You were holding it up to the window．'
I suddenly had an idea．'I think he was sending a message，' I said．'Let's see if there's an answer from someone on the moor．'
I held the light up to the window，and looked out into the darkness．Suddenly a light answered from the moor．
'There it is，'I cried．I waved my light backwards and for－ wards across the window．The light on the moor answered by moving in the same way．
'Now，Barrymore，who is your friend on the moor？What's going on？'
'That's my business，'said Barrymore，'I won't tell you．'
'Are you making some criminal plan against me？'Sir Henry said．
'No，it's nothing against you，sir，'said a voice behind us．It was Mrs Barrymore．She had followed us and was standing at the door．'He's doing it for me．My unhappy brother is cold and hungry on the moor．We cannot let him die．Our light is to tell him that food is ready for him．His light shows us where to take it．'
'Then your brother is…'began Sir Henry．
'The escaped prisoner，sir．Selden，the murderer．He is my younger brother．He has done evil things，but to me he is still the little boy I loved and cared for．I had to help him．Every－ thing my husband has done has been for me．Please don't take his job from him．It's not his fault．'
Sir Henry turned to Barrymore and said：
'I cannot blame you for helping your wife．Go to bed，and we'll talk about this in the morning．'
The Barrymores left us．
'The murderer is waiting out there by that light，' said Sir Henry．'He's a danger to everyone．I'm going to catch him．If you want to come with me，Watson，fetch your revolver and let's go．'
We left the Hall immediately．
'We must surprise him and catch him．'said Sir Henry．'He's a dangerous man．Now，Watson，what would Holmes say about this？Do you remember what the old papers said？ They said the Devil does his work when the world is dark．'
Just as he spoke there came a strange cry from across the moor．It was the same cry I had heard when I was with Staple－ ton on the edge of the Great Grimpen Marsh．
'What is that noise？'asked Sir Henry．He stopped and put his hand on my arm to hold me back．
'I've heard it before，'I said．'Stapleton says it's the cry of a bird．'
'Watson，'said Sir Henry，his voice shaking，'it is the cry of a hound．What do the local people say it is？'
'They say it is the cry of the Hound of the Baskervilles，'I replied．
'Can there possibly be some truth in the story？'said Sir Henry．'Am I really in danger from such an evil thing？I think I am as brave as most men，but that sound froze my blood．But we have come out to catch that prisoner，and the Devil himself will not make me turn back．'
It was difficult to cross the moor in the dark，but at last we reached the light．It was standing on a rock．Suddenly an evil face，more like an animal than a man，looked at us from behind the rock．The escaped prisoner saw us and screamed as he turned to run．
Sir Henry and I were both good runners and very healthy men，but we soon realized that we had no chance of catching Selden．He knew the way，and was running for his life．Soon we had lost him in the dark，so we stopped and sat down，breathing heavily，to rest．
At that moment a very strange thing happened．The moon was low upon our right，and in its light we could see the top of a hill．On that hill，with the moon behind him，stood a tall，thin man．He was standing perfectly still．He was watching us．
It was not Selden，who had been running away from that hill．This man was much taller．With a cry of surprise I turned to Sir Henry