巴斯克维尔的猎犬

出版时间：2009-1  出版社：清华大学  作者：(英)阿瑟·柯南·道尔|译者:王勋//纪飞  页数：187  
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前言

　　阿瑟·柯南·道尔（Arthur Conan：Doyle，1859——1930），英国著名侦探小说家、剧作家，现代侦探小说的奠基人之一，被誉为“英国侦探小说之父”。　　柯南·道尔于1859年5月22日出生于爱丁堡，1881年获爱丁堡大学医学博士学位。博士毕业后，柯南·道尔以行医为职业。1885年，柯南·道尔开始创作侦探小说《血字的研究》，并于1887年发表在《比顿圣诞年刊》上。1890年，柯南·道尔出版了第二部小说《四签名》，并一举成名。次年，他弃医从文，专事侦探小说的创作，陆续出版以福尔摩斯为主人公的系列侦

内容概要

The Hound ofthe Baskervilles，中文译名为《巴斯克维尔的猎犬》，这是一部充满传奇、险与智慧的侦探故事，它由英国著名侦探小说家、“英国侦探小说之父”阿瑟．柯南．道尔编著，在充滞雾气的伦敦贝克街上，住着一位富有正义感的侦探福尔摩斯。他和他忠实的医生朋友华生一起经历了无数千奇百怪的案子，制造了许多经典的侦探故事。《巴斯克维尔的猎犬》便是其中的一部。该书被公认为世界侦探小说的经典之作，至今已被译成多种文字，并曾经多姿被改编成电影。书中所展现主人公福尔摩斯的传奇故事伴随了一代又一代人的美丽童年、少年亘全成年。    无论作为语言学习的课本，还是作为通俗的文学读本，本书对当代中国读者，特别是青少年读者将产生积极的影响。为了使读者能够了解英文故事概况，进而提高阅读速度和阅读水平，在每章的开始部分增中了中文导读。

作者简介

　　阿瑟·柯南·道尔，世界著名小说家，堪称侦探悬疑小说的鼻祖。因成功的塑造了侦探人物――歇洛克·福尔摩斯（又译夏洛克·福尔摩斯）而成为侦探小说历史上最重要的小说家之一。除此之外他还曾写过多部其他类型的小说，如科幻、悬疑、 历史小说、爱情小说、戏剧、诗歌等。

书籍目录

第一章  夏洛克·福尔摩斯先生/Chapter 1  Mr. Sherlock Holmes	1第二章  巴斯克维尔的诅咒/Chapter 2  The Curse of the Baskervilles	9第三章  难题/Chapter 3  The Problem	21第四章  亨利·巴斯克维尔爵士/Chapter 4  Sir Henry Baskerville	31第五章  三条中断的线索/Chapter 5  Three Broken Threads	45第六章  巴斯克维尔庄园/Chapter 6  Baskerville Hall	57第七章  美悦比特府的斯台普顿一家/Chapter 7  The Stapletons of Merripit House	68第八章  华生医生的第一份报告/Chapter 8  First Report of Dr. Watson	83第九章  华生医生的第二份报告/Chapter 9  Second Report of Dr. Watsonthe Light Upon the Moor	92第十章  华生医生日记的摘录/Chapter 10  Extract from the Diary of Dr. Watson	110第十一章  岩岗上的人/Chapter 11  The Man on the Tor	122第十二章  沼泽地命案/Chapter 12  Death on the Moor	135第十三章  收网/Chapter 13  Fixing the Nets	149第十四章  巴斯克维尔的猎犬/Chapter 14  The Hound of the Baskervilles	163第十五章  回想/Chapter 15  A Retrospection	176

章节摘录

　　第一章　夏洛克·福尔摩斯先生　　Chapter 1　Mr. Sherlock Holmes　　　　早晨起来，华生拿起前一晚未曾碰面的访客的手杖细细观看，手杖顶端有一圈约一英寸宽的银环，刻着“赠皇家外科学会会员詹姆士·莫提默。C．C．H．的朋友们敬致。一八八四”。福尔摩斯问他从上面看出了什么。　　华生认为这是某个狩猎组织赠送给一位年长的乡村医生的。福尔摩斯拿起放大镜观察后告诉他，这人是个乡村医生。从上面字母看应是“查林十字街医院”送的。赠手杖发生在他去乡下行医的时候，而主人应当是在医院工作的年轻人。华生从医学人名录中核实了福尔摩斯的这些判断是对的。从手杖中间的牙痕上可以看出，那人有一条狗，这狗总是衔住手杖中间跟着主人。　　这时，响起了敲门声。进来一位有点驼背的年轻人，带着一条小长毛狗。来人看到手杖很高兴，他正不知道自己把手杖忘在哪里了，这是他结婚时朋友送的，婚后他自己开业行医。福尔摩斯向他介绍了华生，他还出于职业习惯摸了一下福尔摩斯的颅顶凹缝。　　福尔摩斯让他坐下，把自己的事情说出来。　　　　　　r. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was 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 as 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 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 much 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. When I said that you stimulated me I meant, to be frank, that in noting your fallacies I was occasionally guided towards the truth. Not that you are entirely wrong in this instance. The man is certainly a country practitioner. And he walks a good deal."　　"Then I was right."　　"To that extent."　　"But that was all."　　"No, no, my dear Watson, not all—by no means all. I would suggest, for example, that a presentation to a doctor is more likely to come from a hospital than from a hunt, and that when the initials C. C. are placed before that hospital the words　Charing Cross very naturally suggest themselves."　　"You may be right."　　"The probability lies in that direction. And if we take this as a working hypothesis we have a fresh basis from which to start our construction of this unknown visitor."　　"Well, then, supposing that C. C. H. does stand for Charing Cross Hospital, what further inferences may we draw?"　　"Do none suggest themselves? You know my methods. Apply them!"　　"I can only think of the obvious conclusion that the man has practised in town before going to the country."　　"I think that we might venture a little farther than this. Look at it in this light. On what occasion would it be most probable that such a presentation would be made? When would his friends unite to give him a pledge of their gook will? Obviously at the moment when Dr. Mortimer withdrew from the service of the hospital in order to start in practice for himself. We know there has been a presentation. We believe there has been a change from a town hospital to a country practice. Is it, then, stretching our inference too far to say that the presentation was on the occasion of the change?"　　"It certainly seems probable."　　"Now, you will observe that he could not have been on the staff of the hospital, since only a man well-established in a London practice could hold such a position, and such a one would not drift into the country. What was he, then? If he was in the hospital and yet not on the staff he could only have been a house -surgeon or a house -physician—little more than a senior student. And he left five years ago—the date is on the stick. So your grave, middle-aged family practitioner vanishes into thin air, my dear Watson, and there emerges a young fellow under thirty, amiable, unambitious, absent-minded, and the possessor of a favourite dog, which I should describe roughly as being larger than a terrier and smaller than a mastiff."　　I laughed incredulously as Sherlock Holmes leaned back in his settee and blew little wavering rings of smoke up to the ceiling.　　"As to the latter part, I have no means of checking you," said I, "but at least it is not difficult to find out a few particulars about the mans age and professional career. "From my small medical shelf I took down the Medical Directory and turned up the name. There were several Mortimers, but only one who could be our vesitor. I read his record aloud.　　"Mortimer, James, M.R.C.S., 1882, Grimpen, Dartmoor, Devon. House-surgeon, from 1882 to 1884, at Chafing Cross Hospital. Winner of the Jackson prize for Comparative Pathology, with essay entitled Is Disease a Reversion? Correspronding member of the Swedish Pathological Society. Author of Some Freaks of Atavism (Lancet 1882). Do We Progress? (Journal of Psychology, March, 1883). Medical Officer for the parishes of Grimpen, Thorsley, and High Barrow."　　"No mention of that local hunt, Watson," said Holmes with a mischievous smile, "but a country doctor, as you very astutely observed. I think that I am fairly justified in my inferences. As to the adjectives, I said, if I remember right, amiable, unambitious, and abesen-minded. It is my experience that it is only an amiable man in this world who receives testimonials, only an unambitious one who abandons a London career for the country, and only an absentminded one who leaves his stick and not his visiting-card after waiting an hour in your room."　　"And the dog?"　　"Has been in the habit of carrying this stick behind his master. Being a heavy stick the dog has held it tightly by the middle, and the marks of his teeth are very plainly visible. The dog s jaw, as shown in the space between these marks, is too broad in my opinion for a terrier and not broad enough for a mastiff. It may have been—yes, by Jove, it is a curly-haired spaniel."　　He had risen and paced the room as he spoke. Now he halted in the recess of the window. There was such a ring of conviction in his voice that I glanced up in surprise.　　"My dear fellow, how can you possibly be so sure of that?"　　"For the very simple reason that I see the dog himself on our very door-step, and there is the ring of its owner. Don t move, I beg you, Watson. He is a professional brother of yours, and your presence may be of assistance to me. Now is the dramatic moment of fate, Watson, when you hear a step upon the stair which is walking into your life, and you know not whether for good or ill. What does Dr. James Mortimer, the man of science, ask of Sherlock Holmes, the specialist in crime? Come in!"　　The appearance of our visitor was a surprise to me, since I had expected a typical country practitioner. He was a very tall, thin man, with a long nose like a beak, which jutted out between two keen, gray eyes, set closely together and sparkling brightly from behind a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was clad in a professional but rather slovenly fashion, for his frock-coat was dingy and his trousers frayed. Though young, his long back was already bowed, and he walked with a forward thrust of his head and a general air of peering benevolence. As he entered his eyes fell upon the stick in Holmess hand, and he ran towards it with an exclamation of joy. "I am so very glad," said he. "I was not sure whether I had left it here or in the Shipping Office. I would not lose that stich for the world."　　"A presentation, I see," said Holmes.　　"Yes, sir."　　"From Charing Cross Hospital?"　　"From one or two friends there on the occasion of my marriage."　　"Dear, dear, thats bad!" said Holmes, shaking his head.　　Dr. Mortimer blinked through his glasses in mild astonishment.　　"Why was it bad?"　　"Ohly that you have disarranged our little deductions. Your marriage, you say?"　　"Yes, sir. I married, and so left the hospital, and with it all hopes of a consulting practice. It was necessary to make a home of my own."　　"Come, come, we are not so far wrong, after all," said Holmes. "And now, Dr. James Mortimer—"　　"Mister, sir Mister—a humble M. R. C. S."　　"And a man of precise mind, evidently."　　"A dabbler in science, Mr. Holmes, a picker up of shells on the shores of the great unknown ocean. I presume that it is Mr. Sherlock Holmes whom I am addressing and not—"　　"No, this is my friend Dr. Watson."　　"Glad to meet you, sir. I have heard your name mentioned in connection with that of your friend. You interest me very much, Mr. Holmes. I had hardly expected so dolichocephalic a skull or such well-marked supra-orbital development. Would you have any objection to my running my finger along your parietal fissure? A cast of your skull, sir, until the original is available, would be an ornament to any anthropological museum. It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull."　　Sherlock Holmes waved our strange visitor into a chair. "You are an enthusiast in your line of thought, I perceive, sir, as I am in mine," said he. "I observe from your forefinger that you make your own cigarettes. Have no hesitation in lighting one."　　The man drew out paper and tobacco and twirled the one up in the other with surprising dexterity. He had long, quivering fingers as agile and restless as the antennae of an insect.　　Holmes was silent, but his little darting glances showed me the interest which he took in our curious companion.　　"I presume, sir," said he at last, "that it was not merely for the purpose of examining my skull that you have done me the honour to call here last night and again to-day?"　　"No, sir, no; though I am happy to have had the opportunity of doing that as well. I came to you, Mr. Holmes, because I recognized that I am myself an unpractical man and because I am suddenly confronted with a most serious and extraordinary problem. Recognizing, as I do, that you are the second highest expert in Europe—"　　"Indeed, sir! May I inquire who has the honour to be the first?" asked Holmes with some asperity.　　"To the man of precisely scientific mind the work of Monsieur Bertillon must always appeal strongly."　　"Then had you not better consult him?"　　"I said, sir, to the precisely scientific mind. But as a practical man of affairs it is acknowledged that you stand alone. I trust, sir that I have not inadvertently—"　　"Just a little," said Holmes. "I think, Dr. Mortimer, you would do wisely if without more ado you would kindly tell me plainly what the exact nature of the problem is in which you demand my assistance."　　The Hound of　　　　　　the Baskervilles

用户评论 (总计13条)

•   书本身质量很好，书很新很干净。中文导读版的，挺新颖，摆脱了依赖汉语的习惯，本身福尔摩斯的案情就很吸引人，英文又能学习英语，一举两得。非常满意。只有一点心存质疑。因为我在图书馆看到的同一版本的书纸张很光滑，虽然这一本质量也很好，但是没有那本摸起来手感好。本人有点挑剔，嘻嘻。但是没差太多。如果你热爱侦探书，又想学英语的话，这本书是不错的选择。你值得拥有！
•   印刷包装纸质都很好。是中文概要导读，不是英汉对照。英语词汇量达到一定程度可以选择。
•   个人觉得福尔摩斯的书看起来会比较有趣吧。
  本人不是很喜欢英语。
  为了能让自己多看一些英语类的东西。
  我会选择类似这样内容比较吸引人的读物。
  个人觉得质量很不错。
  准备开始看。
•   该本书字体合适，看着挺舒服。封面和纸张看起来都很精致，相对于其他英文字体较小的版本来说，是值得购买的一套书。
•   适合高中生阅读
•   魔幻与智慧的交锋~
•   挺不错的的，应该还会再买
•   哈哈 看来还是习惯性先看中文 真不好
•   只用中文导读，读起来有些困难
•   挺喜欢这个版本的，还是看原著好。
•   本来买了帮助孩子学习英文的，但有点深，超前了，以后看怎么样。
•   不过是给同学带的
•   书都破了也寄过来了 退货啦！！！