I hope you can see me through this. It's not a very pleasant thing for a man to live alone on this farm and on this moor. My dear fellow, you must trust me completely and do exactly as I tell you. You can tell our friends that we would have liked to have gone with you, but something urgent demanded that we must go back to the city. We hope to return to Devon soon. Can you take this message to them? "If you insist." "That's all I can do. I'll tell you for sure." I could see from the baronet's furrowed brows that he was displeased to think that we were leaving him. When do you want to leave? He asked in a cold tone. I'll leave right after breakfast. We're going to Coombe Tracy by car first, but Watson left all his luggage as a guarantee that he'll still come back to you. Watson, you should write to Stapleton and apologize for not being able to keep the appointment. "I'd like to go to London with you." Said the baronet. "Why should I stay here alone?" Because that's what you do. You promised me that you would do whatever you were told, so I let you stay here. "Well, then, I'll stay." "One more request. I want you to take a carriage to the house of Melly,Pallet rack beams, and then send your carriage back to let them know that you intend to walk home." "Over the moor?" "Yes." "But that's what you always tell me not to do!" This time you do so to ensure safety. If I did not have complete confidence in your nerves and courage, I would not have made such a proposal. You must do so. "I'll do it, then." "If you value your life, cross the moor in no direction other than the straight road from Melipe House to Grimpen Road,Narrow aisle rack, which is your only way home." "I will do as you say." Very good. I should like to start as soon as possible after breakfast, and be in London in the afternoon. Although I remembered that Holmes had told Stapleton last night that his visit would last until the next day, I was surprised by the plan of the journey, and I never thought that he would want me to go with him. I don't understand how we can both leave when he says it's the most dangerous moment? But there was nothing to do but blindly obey. So we said goodbye to our sullen friend, and in two hours we were at Coombe Tracy station, sending the carriage back. There was a little boy waiting for us on the platform. Can I help you, long span shelving ,Pallet rack upright, sir? "Catley, take this train to town.". As soon as you arrive, send a telegram in my name to Sir Henry Baskerville, saying that if he finds the notepad I left there, he will ask him to register it for me at Baker Street. "Yes, sir." "Now go to the station post office and ask if there is a letter for me." The boy soon returned with a telegram, which Holmes looked at and handed to me. It says: Telegram received. That is, to go with a blank arrest warrant. Arrive at five forty. Lestrade "This is a reply to my morning telegram.". I think he is the most capable public detective, and we may need his help. Oh, Watson, I think we'd better use this time to visit your acquaintance, Mrs Laura Lyons. His battle plan began to emerge. He wanted to use the baronet to convince the Stapletons that we were really gone, when in fact we could be anywhere we might be needed at any time. If Sir Henry had mentioned the telegram from London to the Stapletons, it would have completely removed their doubts. I seem to have seen the net we had laid around the barracuda getting tighter and tighter. Mrs. Laura Lyons is in her office.
She was surprised by the frankness with which Sherlock Holmes began his interview. "I am investigating the circumstances connected with the violent death of the late Sir Charles Baskerville," he said. "My friend Dr Watson has reported to me what you have said, and that you have something to hide about it." "What have I hidden?" She asked in a defiant tone. You have admitted that you asked Sir Charles to be at the door at ten o'clock. We know that's when and where he died. You are concealing the connection between these events. "There is no connection between these events!" "In that case, it is a very strange coincidence indeed.". However, I think we will find the connection. I'm willing to be Frank with you to the end, Mrs Lyons. We think this is a murder case. According to the available evidence, not only your friend Stapleton, but also his wife may be implicated. The lady jumped up from her chair. His wife!? She exclaimed. This fact is no longer a secret. The person who is supposed to be his sister is actually his wife. Mrs. Lyons sat down again, her hands clutching the armrest,Warehouse storage racks, and I saw that her pink fingernails had turned white from the pressure of her clenched hands. His wife!? She said again, "His wife, he hasn't been married yet!" Sherlock Holmes shrugged his shoulders. Show me the proof! Give me proof! If you can do that.. Her ghastly twinkling eyes spoke louder than any words. omracking.com