书名：The Hound of the Baskervilles巴斯克维尔的猎犬

读者对象：10-14岁

难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数920L

作者：Arthur Conan Doyle

出版社名称：Puffin

出版时间：2012

语种：英文 

ISBN：9780141329390

商品尺寸：12.7 x 1.7 x 17.5 cm

包装：平装

页数：256

英国作家阿瑟·柯南·道尔被誉为“侦探悬疑小说的鼻祖”，其创作的中篇小说The Hound of the Baskervilles《巴斯克维尔的猎犬》，堪称福尔摩斯探案系列故事的代表作，讲述了福尔摩斯破解巴斯克维尔家族关于恶犬传说的故事。此外，本书还被翻拍为多部同名电影。

When Sir Charles Baskerville is found mysteriously dead in the grounds of Baskerville Hall, everyone remembers the legend of the monstrous creature that haunts the moor. The great detective Sherlock Holmes knows that there must be a more rational explanation, but the difficulty is to find it before the hellhound finds him. Review"The whole Sherlock Holmes saga is a triumphant illustration of art's supremacy over life."--Christopher Morley

这是一桩困扰巴斯克维尔庄园一百多年的疑案，传说，巴斯克维尔的祖先作恶多端，被一只巨大的獒犬索命而死。几代之后，家族的主人仍逃不过同样可怕的命运，恐怖的獒犬又再度逡巡于荒原之上。这究竟是不可解释的神秘宿命，还是有人在蓄意作祟？这一次，福尔摩斯和他的伙伴华生又该如何揭开重重的迷雾……阿瑟·柯南·道尔（Arthur Conan Doyle），英国杰出的侦探小说家、剧作家，被尊称为“英国侦探小说之父”。其代表作有《福尔摩斯探案集》（《血字的研究》、《四签名》、《巴斯克维尔的猎犬》等）。除此之外，他还曾写过《失落的世界》等多部其他类型的小说，其作品涉及科幻、悬疑、历史小说、爱情小说、戏剧、诗歌等。

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930) was born in Edinburgh where he qualified as a doctor, but it was his writing which brought him fame, with the creation of Sherlock Holmes, the first scientific detective. He was also a convert to spiritualism and a social reformer who used his investigative skills to prove the innocence of individuals.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he stayed up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. I stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before. It was a fine, thick piece of wood, bulbous-headed, of the sort which is known as a “Penang lawyer.” Just under the head was a broad silver band, nearly an inch across. “To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the C.C.H.,” was engraved upon it, with the date “1884.” It was just such a stick as the old-fashioned family practitioner used to carry—dignified, solid, and reassuring. “Well, Watson, what do you make of it?” Holmes was sitting with his back to me, and I had given him no sign of my occupation. “How did you know what I was doing? I believe you have eyes in the back of your head.” “I have, at least, a well-polished, silver-plated coffee-pot in front of me,” said he. “But, tell me, Watson, what do you make of our visitor’s stick? Since we have been so unfortunate as to miss him and have no notion of his errand, this accidental souvenir becomes of importance. Let me hear you reconstruct the man by an examination of it.” “I think,” said I, following so far as I could the methods of my companion, “that Dr. Mortimer is a successful elderly medical man, well-esteemed, since those who know him give him this mark of their appreciation.” “Good!” said Holmes. “Excellent!” “I think also that the probability is in favour of his being a country practitioner who does a great deal of his visiting on foot.” “Why so?” “Because this stick, though originally a very handsome one, has been so knocked about that I can hardly imagine a town practitioner carrying it. The thick iron ferrule is worn down, so it is evident that he has done a great amount of walking with it.” “Perfectly sound!” said Holmes. “And then again, there is the ‘friends of the C.C.H.’ I should guess that to be the Something Hunt, the local hunt to whose members he has possibly given some surgical assistance, and which has made him a small presentation in return.” “Really, Watson, you excel yourself,” said Holmes, pushing back his chair and lighting a cigarette. “I am bound to say that in all the accounts which you have been so good as to give of my own small achievements you have habitually underrated your own abilities. It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it. I confess, my dear fellow, that I am very much in your debt.” He had never said as much before, and I must admit that his words gave me keen pleasure, for I had often been piqued by his indifference to my admiration and to the attempts which I had made to give publicity to his methods. I was proud, too, to think that I had so far mastered his system as to apply it in a way which earned his approval. He now took the stick from my hands and examined it for a few minutes with his naked eyes. Then, with an expression of interest, he laid down his cigarette, and, carrying the cane to the window, he looked over it again with a convex lens. “Interesting, though elementary,” said he, as he returned to his favourite corner of the settee. “There are certainly one or two indications upon the stick. It gives us the basis for several deductions.” “Has anything escaped me?” I asked, with some self-importance. “I trust that there is nothing of consequence which I have overlooked?” “I am afraid, my dear Watson, that most of your conclusions were erroneous.