Гравюра, изображающая оловянный рудник между городами Камборн и Редрут (Корнуолл, Великобритания). Engraved by G. Townsend, Exeter, published by H.Besley, 1860. Из собрания Science Museum, Blythe House.
«A huge driving-wheel and a shaft half-filled with rubbish showed the position of an abandoned mine» (Arthur Conan Doyle. The Hound of the Baskervilles, 1902).
Рисунок Б. Власова к повести Артура Конан Дойла "Собака Баскервилей". Источник: Конан Дойл А. Записки о Шерлоке Холмсе: Рассказы и повесть / Рисунки Б. Власова. - Переизд. - Л.: Детская литература, 1984. - 623 с., ил.
"Hist!" cried Holmes, and I heard the sharp click of a cocking pistol. "Look out! It's coming!"
There was a thin, crisp, continuous patter from somewhere in the heart of that crawling bank. The cloud was within fifty yards of where we lay, and we glared at it, all three, uncertain what horror was about to break from the heart of it. I was at Holmes's elbow, and I glanced for an instant at his face. It was pale and exultant, his eyes shining brightly in the moonlight. But suddenly they started forward in a rigid, fixed stare, and his lips parted in amazement. At the same instant Lestrade gave a yell of terror and threw himself face downward upon the ground. I sprang to my feet, my inert hand grasping my pistol, my mind paralyzed by the dreadful shape which had sprung out upon us from the shadows of the fog. A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen. Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles and dewlap were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish be conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke upon us out of the wall of fog. (Arthur Conan Doyle. The Hound of the Baskervilles, 1902).
And yet the course of true love does not run quite as smoothly as one would under the circumstances expect. To-day, for example, its surface was broken by a very unexpected ripple, which has caused our friend considerable perplexity and annoyance (Arthur Conan Doyle. The Hound of the Baskervilles, 1902).
