"Now, Watson," said Holmes, as a tall dog-cart dashed up through the gloom, throwing out two golden tunnels of yellow light from its side lanterns. "You'll come with me, won't you?"
––Y ahora, Watson ––dijo Holmes, mientras un coche alto, de un caballo, salía de la oscuridad arrojando dos chorros dorados de luz amarilla por sus faroles laterales––, ¿viene usted conmigo o no?