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  `Noonecouldhaveknown。WeonlydecidedafterImetDr。Mortimer。’

  `ButDr。Mortimerwasnodoubtalreadystoppingthere?’

  `No,Ihadbeenstayingwithafriend,’saidthedoctor。`Therewasnopossibleindicationthatweintendedtogotothishotel。’

  `Hum!Someoneseemstobeverydeeplyinterestedinyourmovements。’

  Outoftheenvelopehetookahalf—sheetoffoolscappaperfoldedintofour。Thisheopenedandspreadflatuponthetable。Acrossthemiddleofitasinglesentencehadbeenformedbytheexpedientofpastingprintedwordsuponit。Itran:

  Asyouvalueyourlifeoryourreasonkeepawayfromthemoor。

  Theword`moor’onlywasprintedinink。

  `Now,’saidSirHenryBaskerville,`perhapsyouwilltellme,Mr。Holmes,whatinthunderisthemeaningofthat,andwhoitisthattakessomuchinterestinmyaffairs?’

  `Whatdoyoumakeofit,Dr。Mortimer?Youmustallowthatthereisnothingsupernaturalaboutthis,atanyrate?’

  `No,sir,butitmightverywellcomefromsomeonewhowasconvincedthatthebusinessissupernatural。’

  `Whatbusiness?’askedSirHenrysharply。`ItseemstomethatallyougentlemenknowagreatdealmorethanIdoaboutmyownaffairs。’

  `Youshallshareourknowledgebeforeyouleavethisroom,SirHenry。Ipromiseyouthat,’saidSherlockHolmes。`Wewillconfineourselvesforthepresentwithyourpermissiontothisveryinterestingdocument,whichmusthavebeenputtogetherandpostedyesterdayevening。Haveyouyesterday’sTimes,Watson?’

  `Itishereinthecorner。’

  `MightItroubleyouforit—theinsidepage,please,withtheleadingarticles?’Heglancedswiftlyoverit,runninghiseyesupanddownthecolumns。

  `Capitalarticlethisonfreetrade。Permitmetogiveyouanextractfromit。

  `Youmaybecajoledintoimaginingthatyourownspecialtradeoryourownindustrywillbeencouragedbyaprotectivetariff,butitstandstoreasonthatsuchlegislationmustinthelongrunkeepawaywealthfromthecountry,diminishthevalueofourimports,andlowerthegeneralconditionsoflifeinthisisland。

  `Whatdoyouthinkofthat,Watson?’criedHolmesinhighglee,rubbinghishandstogetherwithsatisfaction。`Don’tyouthinkthatisanadmirablesentiment?’

  Dr。MortimerlookedatHolmeswithanairofprofessionalinterest,andSirHenryBaskervilleturnedapairofpuzzleddarkeyesuponme。

  `Idon’tknowmuchaboutthetariffandthingsofthatkind,’

  saidhe,`butitseemstomewe’vegotabitoffthetrailsofarasthatnoteisconcerned。’

  `Onthecontrary,Ithinkweareparticularlyhotuponthetrail,SirHenry。Watsonhereknowsmoreaboutmymethodsthanyoudo,butIfearthatevenhehasnotquitegraspedthesignificanceofthissentence。’

  `No,IconfessthatIseenoconnection。’

  `Andyet,mydearWatson,thereissoverycloseaconnectionthattheoneisextractedoutoftheother。``You,’’``your,’’``your,’’

  ``life,’’``reason,’’``value,’’``keepaway,’’``fromthe。’’Don’tyouseenowwhencethesewordshavebeentaken?’

  `Bythunder,you’reright!Well,ifthatisn’tsmart!’criedSirHenry。

  `Ifanypossibledoubtremaineditissettledbythefactthat``keepaway’’and``fromthe’’arecutoutinonepiece。’

  `Well,now—soitis!’

  `Really,Mr。Holmes,thisexceedsanythingwhichIcouldhaveimagined,’saidDr。Mortimer,gazingatmyfriendinamazement。`Icouldunderstandanyonesayingthatthewordswerefromanewspaper;butthatyoushouldnamewhich,andaddthatitcamefromtheleadingarticle,isreallyoneofthemostremarkablethingswhichIhaveeverknown。Howdidyoudoit?’

  `Ipresume,Doctor,thatyoucouldtelltheskullofanegrofromthatofanEsquimau?’

  `Mostcertainly。’

  `Buthow?’

  `Becausethatismyspecialhobby。Thedifferencesareobvious。

  Thesupra—orbitalcrest,thefacialangle,themaxillarycurve,the—’

  `Butthisismyspecialhobby,andthedifferencesareequallyobvious。ThereisasmuchdifferencetomyeyesbetweentheleadedbourgeoistypeofaTimesarticleandtheslovenlyprintofaneveninghalf—pennypaperastherecouldbebetweenyournegroandyourEsquimau。Thedetectionoftypesisoneofthemostelementarybranchesofknowledgetothespecialexpertincrime,thoughIconfessthatoncewhenIwasveryyoungIconfusedtheLeedsMercurywiththeWesternMorningNews。ButaTimesleaderisentirelydistinctive,andthesewordscouldhavebeentakenfromnothingelse。Asitwasdoneyesterdaythestrongprobabilitywasthatweshouldfindthewordsinyesterday’sissue。’

  `SofarasIcanfollowyou,then,Mr。Holmes,’saidSirHenryBaskerville,`someonecutoutthismessagewithascissors—’

  `Nail—scissors,’saidHolmes。`Youcanseethatitwasaveryshort—bladedscissors,sincethecutterhadtotaketwosnipsover``keepaway。’’

  `Thatisso。Someone,then,cutoutthemessagewithapairofshort—bladedscissors,pasteditwithpaste—’

  `Gum,’saidHolmes。

  `Withgumontothepaper。ButIwanttoknowwhytheword``moor’’

  shouldhavebeenwritten?’

  `Becausehecouldnotfinditinprint。Theotherwordswereallsimpleandmightbefoundinanyissue,but``moor’’wouldbelesscommon。’

  `Why,ofcourse,thatwouldexplainit。Haveyoureadanythingelseinthismessage,Mr。Holmes?’

  `Thereareoneortwoindications,andyettheutmostpainshavebeentakentoremoveallclues。Theaddress,youobserveisprintedinroughcharacters。ButtheTimesisapaperwhichisseldomfoundinanyhandsbutthoseofthehighlyeducated。Wemaytakeit,therefore,thattheletterwascomposedbyaneducatedmanwhowishedtoposeasanuneducatedone,andhisefforttoconcealhisownwritingsuggeststhatthatwritingmightbeknown,orcometobeknown,byyou。Again,youwillobservethatthewordsarenotgummedoninanaccurateline,butthatsomearemuchhigherthanothers。``Life,’’forexampleisquiteoutofitsproperplace。Thatmaypointtocarelessnessoritmaypointtoagitationandhurryuponthepartofthecutter。OnthewholeIinclinetothelatterview,sincethematterwasevidentlyimportant,anditisunlikelythatthecomposerofsuchaletterwouldbecareless。Ifhewereinahurryitopensuptheinterestingquestionwhyheshouldbeinahurry,sinceanyletterposteduptoearlymorningwouldreachSirHenrybeforehewouldleavehishotel。Didthecomposerfearaninterruption—andfromwhom?’

  `Wearecomingnowratherintotheregionofguesswork,’saidDr。Mortimer。

  `Say,rather,intotheregionwherewebalanceprobabilitiesandchoosethemostlikely。Itisthescientificuseoftheimagination,butwehavealwayssomematerialbasisonwhichtostartourspeculation。Now,youwouldcallitaguess,nodoubt,butIamalmostcertainthatthisaddresshasbeenwritteninahotel。’

  `Howintheworldcanyousaythat?’

  `Ifyouexamineitcarefullyyouwillseethatboththepenandtheinkhavegiventhewritertrouble。Thepenhassplutteredtwiceinasinglewordandhasrundrythreetimesinashortaddress,showingthattherewasverylittleinkinthebottle。Now,aprivatepenorink—bottleisseldomallowedtobeinsuchastate,andthecombinationofthetwomustbequiterare。Butyouknowthehotelinkandthehotelpen,whereitisraretogetanythingelse。Yes,Ihaveverylittlehesitationinsayingthatcouldweexaminethewaste—paperbasketsofthehotelsaroundCharingCrossuntilwefoundtheremainsofthemutilatedTimesleaderwecouldlayourhandsstraightuponthepersonwhosentthissingularmessage。Halloa!Halloa!What’sthis?’

  Hewascarefullyexaminingthefoolscap,uponwhichthewordswerepasted,holdingitonlyaninchortwofromhiseyes。

  `Well?’

  `Nothing,’saidhe,throwingitdown。`Itisablankhalf—sheetofpaper,withoutevenawater—markuponit。Ithinkwehavedrawnasmuchaswecanfromthiscuriousletter;andnow,SirHenry,hasanythingelseofinteresthappenedtoyousinceyouhavebeeninLondon?’

  `Why,no,Mr。Holmes。Ithinknot。’

  `Youhavenotobservedanyonefolloworwatchyou?’

  `Iseemtohavewalkedrightintothethickofadimenovel,’

  saidourvisitor。`Whyinthundershouldanyonefolloworwatchme?’

  `Wearecomingtothat。Youhavenothingelsetoreporttousbeforewegointothismatter?’

  `Well,itdependsuponwhatyouthinkworthreporting。’

  `Ithinkanythingoutoftheordinaryroutineoflifewellworthreporting。’

  SirHenrysmiled。

  `Idon’tknowmuchofBritishlifeyet,forIhavespentnearlyallmytimeintheStatesandinCanada。ButIhopethattoloseoneofyourbootsisnotpartoftheordinaryroutineoflifeoverhere。’

  `Youhavelostoneofyourboots?’

  `Mydearsir,’criedDr。Mortimer,`itisonlymislaid。Youwillfinditwhenyoureturntothehotel。WhatistheuseoftroublingMr。

  Holmeswithtriflesofthiskind?’

  `Well,heaskedmeforanythingoutsidetheordinaryroutine。’

  `Exactly,’saidHolmes,`howeverfoolishtheincidentmayseem。

  Youhavelostoneofyourboots,yousay?’

  `Well,mislaidit,anyhow。Iputthembothoutsidemydoorlastnight,andtherewasonlyoneinthemorning。Icouldgetnosenseoutofthechapwhocleansthem。TheworstofitisthatIonlyboughtthepairlastnightintheStrand,andIhaveneverhadthemon。’

  `Ifyouhaveneverwornthem,whydidyouputthemouttobecleaned?’

  `Theyweretanbootsandhadneverbeenvarnished。ThatwaswhyIputthemout。’

  `ThenIunderstandthatonyourarrivalinLondonyesterdayyouwentoutatonceandboughtapairofboots?’

  `Ididagooddealofshopping。Dr。Mortimerherewentroundwithme。Yousee,ifIamtobesquiredownthereImustdressthepart,anditmaybethatIhavegotalittlecarelessinmywaysoutWest。AmongotherthingsIboughtthesebrownboots—gavesixdollarsforthem—andhadonestolenbeforeeverIhadthemonmyfeet。’

  `Itseemsasingularlyuselessthingtosteal,’saidSherlockHolmes。`IconfessthatIshareDr。Mortimer’sbeliefthatitwillnotbelongbeforethemissingbootisfound。’

  `And,now,gentlemen,’saidthebaronetwithdecision,`itseemstomethatIhavespokenquiteenoughaboutthelittlethatIknow。Itistimethatyoukeptyourpromiseandgavemeafullaccountofwhatwearealldrivingat。’

  `Yourrequestisaveryreasonableone,’Holmesanswered。`Dr。

  Mortimer,Ithinkyoucouldnotdobetterthantotellyourstoryasyoutoldittous。’

  Thusencouraged,ourscientificfrienddrewhispapersfromhispocketandpresentedthewholecaseashehaddoneuponthemorningbefore。

  SirHenryBaskervillelistenedwiththedeepestattentionandwithanoccasionalexclamationofsurprise。

  `Well,Iseemtohavecomeintoaninheritancewithavengeance,’

  saidhewhenthelongnarrativewasfinished。`Ofcourse,I’veheardofthehoundeversinceIwasinthenursery。It’sthepetstoryofthefamily,thoughIneverthoughtoftakingitseriouslybefore。Butastomyuncle’sdeath—well,itallseemsboilingupinmyhead,andIcan’tgetitclearyet。Youdon’tseemquitetohavemadeupyourmindwhetherit’sacaseforapolicemanoraclergyman。’

  `Precisely。’

  `Andnowthere’sthisaffairofthelettertomeatthehotel。

  Isupposethatfitsintoitsplace。’

  `Itseemstoshowthatsomeoneknowsmorethanwedoaboutwhatgoesonuponthemoor,’saidDr。Mortimer。

  `Andalso,’saidHolmes,`thatsomeoneisnotill—disposedtowardsyou,sincetheywarnyouofdanger。’

  `Oritmaybethattheywish,fortheirownpurposes,toscaremeaway。’

  `Well,ofcourse,thatispossiblealso。Iamverymuchindebtedtoyou,Dr。Mortimer,forintroducingmetoaproblemwhichpresentsseveralinterestingalternatives。Butthepracticalpointwhichwenowhavetodecide,SirHenry,iswhetheritisorisnotadvisableforyoutogotoBaskervilleHall。’

  `WhyshouldInotgo?’

  `Thereseemstobedanger。’

  `Doyoumeandangerfromthisfamilyfiendordoyoumeandangerfromhumanbeings?’

  `Well,thatiswhatwehavetofindout。’

  `Whicheveritis,myanswerisfixed。Thereisnodevilinhell,Mr。Holmes,andthereisnomanuponearthwhocanpreventmefromgoingtothehomeofmyownpeople,andyoumaytakethattobemyfinalanswer。’

  Hisdarkbrowsknittedandhisfaceflushedtoaduskyredashespoke。

  ItwasevidentthatthefierytemperoftheBaskervilleswasnotextinctinthistheirlastrepresentative。`Meanwhile,’saidhe,`Ihavehardlyhadtimetothinkoverallthatyouhavetoldme。It’sabigthingforamantohavetounderstandandtodecideatonesitting。Ishouldliketohaveaquiethourbymyselftomakeupmymind。Now,lookhere,Mr。

  Holmes,it’shalf—pastelevennowandIamgoingbackrightawaytomyhotel。Supposeyouandyourfriend,Dr。Watson,comeroundandlunchwithusattwo。I’llbeabletotellyoumoreclearlythenhowthisthingstrikesme。’

  `Isthatconvenienttoyou,Watson?’

  `Perfectly。’

  `Thenyoumayexpectus。ShallIhaveacabcalled?’

  `I’dprefertowalk,forthisaffairhasflurriedmerather。’

  `I’lljoinyouinawalk,withpleasure,’saidhiscompanion。

  `Thenwemeetagainattwoo’clock。Aurevoir,andgood—morning!’

  Weheardthestepsofourvisitorsdescendthestairandthebangofthefrontdoor。InaninstantHolmeshadchangedfromthelanguiddreamertothemanofaction。

  `Yourhatandboots,Watson,quick!Notamomenttolose!’Herushedintohisroominhisdressing—gownandwasbackagaininafewsecondsinafrock—coat。Wehurriedtogetherdownthestairsandintothestreet。

  Dr。MortimerandBaskervillewerestillvisibleabouttwohundredyardsaheadofusinthedirectionofOxfordStreet。

  `ShallIrunonandstopthem?’

  `Notfortheworld,mydearWatson。Iamperfectlysatisfiedwithyourcompanyifyouwilltoleratemine。Ourfriendsarewise,foritiscertainlyaveryfinemorningforawalk。’

  Hequickenedhispaceuntilwehaddecreasedthedistancewhichdividedusbyabouthalf。Then,stillkeepingahundredyardsbehind,wefollowedintoOxfordStreetandsodownRegentStreet。Onceourfriendsstoppedandstaredintoashopwindow,uponwhichHolmesdidthesame。

  Aninstantafterwardshegavealittlecryofsatisfaction,and,followingthedirectionofhiseagereyes,Isawthatahansomcabwithamaninsidewhichhadhaltedontheothersideofthestreetwasnowproceedingslowlyonwardagain。

  `There’sourman,Watson!Comealong!We’llhaveagoodlookathim,ifwecandonomore。’

  AtthatinstantIwasawareofabushyblackbeardandapairofpiercingeyesturneduponusthroughthesidewindowofthecab。Instantlythetrapdooratthetopflewup,somethingwasscreamedtothedriver,andthecabflewmadlyoffdownRegentStreet。Holmeslookedeagerlyroundforanother,butno—emptyonewasinsight。Thenhedashedinwildpursuitamidthestreamofthetraffic,butthestartwastoogreat,andalreadythecabwasoutofsight。

  `Therenow!’saidHolmesbitterlyasheemergedpantingandwhitewithvexationfromthetideofvehicles。`Waseversuchbadluckandsuchbadmanagement,too?Watson,Watson,ifyouareanhonestmanyouwillrecordthisalsoandsetitagainstmysuccesses!’

  `Whowastheman?’

  `Ihavenotanidea。’

  `Aspy?’

  `Well,itwasevidentfromwhatwehaveheardthatBaskervillehasbeenverycloselyshadowedbysomeonesincehehasbeenintown。HowelsecoulditbeknownsoquicklythatitwastheNorthumberlandHotelwhichhehadchosen?IftheyhadfollowedhimthefirstdayIarguedthattheywouldfollowhimalsothesecond。YoumayhaveobservedthatItwicestrolledovertothewindowwhileDr。Mortimerwasreadinghislegend。’

  `Yes,Iremember。’

  `Iwaslookingoutforloiterersinthestreet,butIsawnone。

  Wearedealingwithacleverman,Watson。Thismattercutsverydeep,andthoughIhavenotfinallymadeupmymindwhetheritisabenevolentoramalevolentagencywhichisintouchwithus,Iamconsciousalwaysofpoweranddesign。WhenourfriendsleftIatoncefollowedtheminthehopesofmarkingdowntheirinvisibleattendant。Sowilywashethathehadnottrustedhimselfuponfoot,buthehadavailedhimselfofacabsothathecouldloiterbehindordashpastthemandsoescapetheirnotice。

  Hismethodhadtheadditionaladvantagethatiftheyweretotakeacabhewasallreadytofollowthem。Ithas,however,oneobviousdisadvantage。’

  `Itputshiminthepowerofthecabman。’

  `Exactly。’

  `Whatapitywedidnotgetthenumber!’

  `MydearWatson,clumsyasIhavebeen,yousurelydonotseriouslyimaginethatIneglectedtogetthenumber?No。2704isourman。Butthatisnousetousforthemoment。’

  `Ifailtoseehowyoucouldhavedonemore。’

  `OnobservingthecabIshouldhaveinstantlyturnedandwalkedintheotherdirection。Ishouldthenatmyleisurehavehiredasecondcabandfollowedthefirstatarespectfuldistance,or,betterstill,havedriventotheNorthumberlandHotelandwaitedthere。WhenourunknownhadfollowedBaskervillehomeweshouldhavehadtheopportunityofplayinghisowngameuponhimselfandseeingwherehemadefor。Asitis,byanindiscreeteagerness,whichwastakenadvantageofwithextraordinaryquicknessandenergybyouropponent,wehavebetrayedourselvesandlostourman。’

  WehadbeensaunteringslowlydownRegentStreetduringthisconversation,andDr。Mortimer,withhiscompanion,hadlongvanishedinfrontofus。

  `Thereisnoobjectinourfollowingthem,’saidHolmes。`Theshadowhasdepartedandwillnotreturn。Wemustseewhatfurthercardswehaveinourhandsandplaythemwithdecision。Couldyousweartothatman’sfacewithinthecab?’

  `Icouldswearonlytothebeard。’

  `AndsocouldI—fromwhichIgatherthatinallprobabilityitwasafalseone。Aclevermanuponsodelicateanerrandhasnouseforabeardsavetoconcealhisfeatures。Comeinhere,Watson!’

  Heturnedintooneofthedistrictmessengeroffices,wherehewaswarmlygreetedbythemanager。

  `Ah,Wilson,IseeyouhavenotforgottenthelittlecaseinwhichIhadthegoodfortunetohelpyou?’

  `No,sir,indeedIhavenot。Yousavedmygoodname,andperhapsmylife。’

  `Mydearfellow,youexaggerate。Ihavesomerecollection,Wilson,thatyouhadamongyourboysaladnamedCartwright,whoshowedsomeabilityduringtheinvestigation。’

  `Yes,sir,heisstillwithus。’

  `Couldyouringhimup?—thankyou!AndIshouldbegladtohavechangeofthisfive—poundnote。’

  Aladoffourteen,withabright,keenface,hadobeyedthesummonsofthemanager。Hestoodnowgazingwithgreatreverenceatthefamousdetective。

  `LetmehavetheHotelDirectory,’saidHolmes。`Thankyou!Now,Cartwright,therearethenamesoftwenty—threehotelshere,allintheimmediateneighbourhoodofCharingCross。Doyousee?’

  `Yes,sir。’

  `Youwillvisiteachoftheseinturn。’

  `Yes,sir。’

  `Youwillbeginineachcasebygivingtheoutsideporteroneshilling。Herearetwenty—threeshillings。’

  `Yes,sir。’

  `Youwilltellhimthatyouwanttoseethewaste—paperofyesterday。

  Youwillsaythatanimportanttelegramhasmiscarriedandthatyouarelookingforit。Youunderstand?’

  `Yes,sir。’

  `ButwhatyouarereallylookingforisthecentrepageoftheTimeswithsomeholescutinitwithscissors。HereisacopyoftheTimes。Itisthispage。Youcouldeasilyrecognizeit,couldyounot?’

  `Yes,sir。’

  `Ineachcasetheoutsideporterwillsendforthehallporter,towhomalsoyouwillgiveashilling。Herearetwenty—threeshillings。

  Youwillthenlearninpossiblytwentycasesoutofthetwenty—threethatthewasteofthedaybeforehasbeenburnedorremoved。InthethreeothercasesyouwillbeshownaheapofpaperandyouwilllookforthispageoftheTimesamongit。Theoddsareenormouslyagainstyourfindingit。Therearetenshillingsoverincaseofemergencies。LetmehaveareportbywireatBakerStreetbeforeevening。Andnow,Watson,itonlyremainsforustofindoutbywiretheidentityofthecabman,No。2704,andthenwewilldropintooneoftheBondStreetpicturegalleriesandfillinthetimeuntilwearedueatthehotel。’

  [NextChapter][TableofContents]ConanDoyle:TheHoundoftheBaskervilles05[TableofContents]Chapter5ThreeBrokenThreadsSherlockHolmeshad,inaveryremarkabledegree,thepowerofdetachinghismindatwill。Fortwohoursthestrangebusinessinwhichwehadbeeninvolvedappearedtobeforgotten,andhewasentirelyabsorbedinthepicturesofthemodernBelgianmasters。Hewouldtalkofnothingbutart,ofwhichhehadthecrudestideas,fromourleavingthegalleryuntilwefoundourselvesattheNorthumberlandHotel。

  `SirHenryBaskervilleisupstairsexpectingyou,’saidtheclerk。

  `Heaskedmetoshowyouupatoncewhenyoucame。’

  `Haveyouanyobjectiontomylookingatyourregister?’saidHolmes。

  `Notintheleast。’

  ThebookshowedthattwonameshadbeenaddedafterthatofBaskerville。

  OnewasTheophilusJohnsonandfamily,ofNewcastle;theotherMrs。Oldmoreandmaid,ofHighLodge,Alton。

  `SurelythatmustbethesameJohnsonwhomIusedtoknow,’saidHolmestotheporter。`Alawyer,ishenot,gray—headed,andwalkswithalimp?’

  olderthanyourself。’

  `Surelyyouaremistakenabouthistrade?’

  `No,sir!hehasusedthishotelformanyyears,andheisverywellknowntous。’

  `Ah,thatsettlesit。Mrs。Oldmore,too;Iseemtorememberthename。Excusemycuriosity,butoftenincallingupononefriendonefindsanother。’

  `Sheisaninvalidlady,sir。HerhusbandwasoncemayorofGloucester。

  Shealwayscomestouswhensheisintown。’

  `Thankyou;IamafraidIcannotclaimheracquaintance。Wehaveestablishedamostimportantfactbythesequestions,Watson,’hecontinuedinalowvoiceaswewentupstairstogether。`Weknownowthatthepeoplewhoaresointerestedinourfriendhavenotsettleddowninhisownhotel。

  Thatmeansthatwhiletheyare,aswehaveseen,veryanxioustowatchhim,theyareequallyanxiousthatheshouldnotseethem。Now,thisisamostsuggestivefact。’

  `Whatdoesitsuggest?’

  `Itsuggests—halloa,mydearfellow,whatonearthisthematter?’

  AswecameroundthetopofthestairswehadrunupagainstSirHenryBaskervillehimself。Hisfacewasflushedwithanger,andheheldanoldanddustybootinoneofhishands。Sofuriouswashethathewashardlyarticulate,andwhenhedidspeakitwasinamuchbroaderandmoreWesterndialectthananywhichwehadheardfromhiminthemorning。

  `Seemstometheyareplayingmeforasuckerinthishotel,’

  hecried。`They’llfindthey’vestartedintomonkeywiththewrongmanunlesstheyarecareful。Bythunder,ifthatchapcan’tfindmymissingboottherewillbetrouble。Icantakeajokewiththebest,Mr。Holmes,butthey’vegotabitoverthemarkthistime。’

  `Stilllookingforyourboot?’

  `Yes,sir,andmeantofindit。’

  `But,surely,yousaidthatitwasanewbrownboot?’

  `Soitwas,sir。Andnowit’sanoldblackone。’

  `What!youdon’tmeantosay?’

  `That’sjustwhatIdomeantosay。Ionlyhadthreepairsintheworld—thenewbrown,theoldblack,andthepatentleathers,whichIamwearing。Lastnighttheytookoneofmybrownones,andto—daytheyhavesneakedoneoftheblack。Well,haveyougotit?Speakout,man,anddon’tstandstaring!’

  AnagitatedGermanwaiterhadappeareduponthescene。

  `No,sir;Ihavemadeinquiryalloverthehotel,butIcanhearnowordofit。’

  `Well,eitherthatbootcomesbackbeforesundownorI’llseethemanagerandtellhimthatIgorightstraightoutofthishotel。’

  `Itshallbefound,sir—Ipromiseyouthatifyouwillhavealittlepatienceitwillbefound。’

  `Minditis,forit’sthelastthingofminethatI’llloseinthisdenofthieves。Well,well,Mr。Holmes,you’llexcusemytroublingyouaboutsuchatrifle—’

  `Ithinkit’swellworthtroublingabout。’

  `Why,youlookveryseriousoverit。’

  `Howdoyouexplainit?’

  `Ijustdon’tattempttoexplainit。Itseemstheverymaddest,queerestthingthateverhappenedtome。’

  `Thequeerestperhaps—`saidHolmesthoughtfully。

  `Whatdoyoumakeofityourself?’

  `Well,Idon’tprofesstounderstandityet。Thiscaseofyoursisverycomplex,SirHenry。Whentakeninconjunctionwithyouruncle’sdeathIamnotsurethatofallthefivehundredcasesofcapitalimportancewhichIhavehandledthereisonewhichcutssodeep。Butweholdseveralthreadsinourhands,andtheoddsarethatoneorotherofthemguidesustothetruth。Wemaywastetimeinfollowingthewrongone,butsoonerorlaterwemustcomeupontheright。’

  Wehadapleasantluncheoninwhichlittlewassaidofthebusinesswhichhadbroughtustogether。Itwasintheprivatesitting—roomtowhichweafterwardsrepairedthatHolmesaskedBaskervillewhatwerehisintentions。

  `TogotoBaskervilleHall。’

  `Andwhen?’

  `Attheendoftheweek。’

  `Onthewhole,’saidHolmes,`Ithinkthatyourdecisionisawiseone。IhaveampleevidencethatyouarebeingdoggedinLondon,andamidthemillionsofthisgreatcityitisdifficulttodiscoverwhothesepeopleareorwhattheirobjectcanbe。Iftheirintentionsareeviltheymightdoyouamischief,andweshouldbepowerlesstopreventit。Youdidnotknow,Dr。Mortimer,thatyouwerefollowedthismorningfrommyhouse?’

  Dr。Mortimerstartedviolently。

  `Followed!Bywhom?’

  `That,unfortunately,iswhatIcannottellyou。HaveyouamongyourneighboursoracquaintancesonDartmooranymanwithablack,fullbeard?’

  `No—or,letmesee—why,yes。Barrymore,SirCharles’sbutler,isamanwithafull,blackbeard。’

  `Ha!WhereisBarrymore?’

  `HeisinchargeoftheHall。’

  `Wehadbestascertainifheisreallythere,orifbyanypossibilityhemightbeinLondon。’

  `Howcanyoudothat?’

  `Givemeatelegraphform。``IsallreadyforSirHenry?’’Thatwilldo。AddresstoMr。Barrymore,BaskervilleHall。Whatisthenearesttelegraph—office?Grimpen。Verygood,wewillsendasecondwiretothepostmaster,Grimpen:``TelegramtoMr。Barrymoretobedeliveredintohisownhand。Ifabsent,pleasereturnwiretoSirHenryBaskerville,NorthumberlandHotel。’’ThatshouldletusknowbeforeeveningwhetherBarrymoreisathispostinDevonshireornot。’

  `That’sso,’saidBaskerville。`Bytheway,Dr。Mortimer,whoisthisBarrymore,anyhow?’

  `Heisthesonoftheoldcaretaker,whoisdead。TheyhavelookedaftertheHallforfourgenerationsnow。SofarasIknow,heandhiswifeareasrespectableacoupleasanyinthecounty。’

  `Atthesametime,’saidBaskerville,`it’sclearenoughthatsolongastherearenoneofthefamilyattheHallthesepeoplehaveamightyfinehomeandnothingtodo。’

  `Thatistrue。’

  `DidBarrymoreprofitatallbySirCharles’swill?’askedHolmes。

  `Heandhiswifehadfivehundredpoundseach。’

  `Ha!Didtheyknowthattheywouldreceivethis?’

  `Yes;SirCharleswasveryfondoftalkingabouttheprovisionsofhiswill。’

  `Thatisveryinteresting。’

  `Ihope,’saidDr。Mortimer,`thatyoudonotlookwithsuspiciouseyesuponeveryonewhoreceivedalegacyfromSirCharles,forIalsohadathousandpoundslefttome。’

  `Indeed!Andanyoneelse?’

  `Thereweremanyinsignificantsumstoindividuals,andalargenumberofpubliccharities。TheresidueallwenttoSirHenry。’

  `Andhowmuchwastheresidue?’

  `Sevenhundredandfortythousandpounds。’

  Holmesraisedhiseyebrowsinsurprise。`Ihadnoideathatsogiganticasumwasinvolved,’saidhe。

  `SirCharleshadthereputationofbeingrich,butwedidnotknowhowveryrichhewasuntilwecametoexaminehissecurities。Thetotalvalueoftheestatewascloseontoamillion。’

  `Dearme!Itisastakeforwhichamanmightwellplayadesperategame。Andonemorequestion,Dr。Mortimer。Supposingthatanythinghappenedtoouryoungfriendhere—youwillforgivetheunpleasanthypothesis!

  —whowouldinherittheestate?’

  `SinceRodgerBaskerville,SirCharles’syoungerbrotherdiedunmarried,theestatewoulddescendtotheDesmonds,whoaredistantcousins。

  JamesDesmondisanelderlyclergymaninWestmoreland。’

  `Thankyou。Thesedetailsareallofgreatinterest。HaveyoumetMr。JamesDesmond?’

  `Yes;heoncecamedowntovisitSirCharles。Heisamanofvenerableappearanceandofsaintlylife。IrememberthatherefusedtoacceptanysettlementfromSirCharles,thoughhepressedituponhim。’

  `AndthismanofsimpletasteswouldbetheheirtoSirCharles’sthousands。’

  `Hewouldbetheheirtotheestatebecausethatisentailed。

  Hewouldalsobetheheirtothemoneyunlessitwerewilledotherwisebythepresentowner,whocan,ofcourse,dowhathelikeswithit。’

  `Andhaveyoumadeyourwill,SirHenry?’

  `No,Mr。Holmes,Ihavenot。I’vehadnotime,foritwasonlyyesterdaythatIlearnedhowmattersstood。ButinanycaseIfeelthatthemoneyshouldgowiththetitleandestate。Thatwasmypooruncle’sidea。HowistheownergoingtorestorethegloriesoftheBaskervillesifhehasnotmoneyenoughtokeepuptheproperty?House,land,anddollarsmustgotogether。’

  `Quiteso。Well,SirHenry,IamofonemindwithyouastotheadvisabilityofyourgoingdowntoDevonshirewithoutdelay。ThereisonlyoneprovisionwhichImustmake。Youcertainlymustnotgoalone。’

  `Dr。Mortimerreturnswithme。’

  `ButDr。Mortimerhashispracticetoattendto,andhishouseismilesawayfromyours。Withallthegoodwillintheworldhemaybeunabletohelpyou。No,SirHenry,youmusttakewithyousomeone,atrustyman,whowillbealwaysbyyourside。’

  `Isitpossiblethatyoucouldcomeyourself,Mr。Holmes?’

  `IfmatterscametoacrisisIshouldendeavourtobepresentinperson;butyoucanunderstandthat,withmyextensiveconsultingpracticeandwiththeconstantappealswhichreachmefrommanyquarters,itisimpossibleformetobeabsentfromLondonforanindefinitetime。AtthepresentinstantoneofthemostreverednamesinEnglandisbeingbesmirchedbyablackmailer,andonlyIcanstopadisastrousscandal。YouwillseehowimpossibleitisformetogotoDartmoor。’

  `Whomwouldyourecommend,then?’

  Holmeslaidhishanduponmyarm。

  `Ifmyfriendwouldundertakeitthereisnomanwhoisbetterworthhavingatyoursidewhenyouareinatightplace。NoonecansaysomoreconfidentlythanI。’

  Thepropositiontookmecompletelybysurprise,butbeforeIhadtimetoanswer,Baskervilleseizedmebythehandandwrungitheartily。

  `Well,now,thatisrealkindofyou,Dr。Watson,’saidhe。`Youseehowitiswithme,andyouknowjustasmuchaboutthematterasI

  do。IfyouwillcomedowntoBaskervilleHallandseemethroughI’llneverforgetit。’

  Thepromiseofadventurehadalwaysafascinationforme,andIwascomplimentedbythewordsofHolmesandbytheeagernesswithwhichthebaronethailedmeasacompanion。

  `Iwillcome,withpleasure,’saidI。`IdonotknowhowIcouldemploymytimebetter。’

  `Andyouwillreportverycarefullytome,’saidHolmes。`Whenacrisiscomes,asitwilldo,Iwilldirecthowyoushallact。IsupposethatbySaturdayallmightbeready?’

  `WouldthatsuitDr。Watson?’

  `Perfectly。’

  `ThenonSaturday,unlessyouheartothecontrary,weshallmeetattheten—thirtytrainfromPaddington。’

  WehadrisentodepartwhenBaskervillegaveacry,oftriumph,anddivingintooneofthecornersoftheroomhedrewabrownbootfromunderacabinet。

  `Mymissingboot!’hecried。

  `Mayallourdifficultiesvanishaseasily!’saidSherlockHolmes。

  `Butitisavery,singularthing,’Dr。Mortimerremarked。`I

  searchedthisroomcarefullybeforelunch。’

  `AndsodidI,’saidBaskerville。`Every,inchofit。’

  `Therewascertainlynobootinitthen。’

  `Inthatcasethewaitermusthaveplacedittherewhilewewerelunching。’

  TheGermanwassentforbutprofessedtoknownothingofthematter,norcouldanyinquiry,clearitup。Anotheritemhadbeenaddedtothatconstantandapparentlypurposelessseriesofsmallmysterieswhichhadsucceededeachothersorapidly。Settingasidethewholegrimstory,ofSirCharles’sdeath,wehadalineofinexplicableincidentsallwithinthelimitsoftwodays,whichincludedthereceiptoftheprintedletter,theblack—beardedspyinthehansom,thelossofthenewbrownboot,thelossoftheoldblackboot,andnowthereturnofthenewbrownboot。HolmessatinsilenceinthecabaswedrovebacktoBakerStreet,andIknewfromhisdrawnbrowsandkeenfacethathismind,likemyown,wasbusyinendeavouringtoframesomeschemeintowhichallthesestrangeandapparentlydisconnectedepisodescouldbefitted。Allafternoonandlateintotheeveninghesatlostintobaccoandthought。

  Justbeforedinnertwotelegramswerehandedin。Thefirstran:

  HavejustheardthatBarrymoreisattheHall。BASKERVILLE。Thesecond:

  Visitedtwenty—threehotelsasdirected,butsorry,toreportunabletotracecutsheetofTimes。CARTWRlGHT。`Theregotwoofmythreads,Watson。Thereisnothingmorestimulatingthanacasewhereeverythinggoesagainstyou。Wemustcastroundforanotherscent。’

  `Wehavestillthecabmanwhodrovethespy。’

  `Exactly。IhawwiredtogethisnameandaddressfromtheOfficialRegistry。Ishouldnotbesurprisedifthiswereananswertomyquestion。’

  Theringatthebellprovedtobesomethingevenmoresatisfactorythanananswer,however,forthedooropenedandarough—lookingfellowenteredwhowasevidentlythemanhimself。

  `IgotamessagefromtheheadofficethatagentatthisaddresshadbeeninquiringforNo。2704,’saidhe。`I’vedrivenmycabthissevenyearsandneverawordofcomplaint。IcameherestraightfromtheYardtoaskyoutoyourfacewhatyouhadagainstme。’

  `Ihavenothingintheworldagainstyou,mygoodman,’saidHolmes。

  `Onthecontrary,Ihavehalfasovereignforyouifyouwillgivemeaclearanswertomyquestions。’

  `Well,I’vehadagooddayandnomistake,’saidthecabmanwithagrin。`Whatwasityouwantedtoask,sir?’

  `Firstofallyournameandaddress,incaseIwantyouagain。’

  `JohnClayton,3TurpeyStreet,theBorough。MycabisoutofShipley’sYard,nearWaterlooStation。’

  SherlockHolmesmadeanoteofit。

  `Now,Clayton,tellmeallaboutthefarewhocameandwatchedthishouseatteno’clockthismorningandafterwardsfollowedthetwogentlemendownRegentStreet。’

  Themanlookedsurprisedandalittleembarrassed。`Whythere’snogoodmytellingyouthings,foryouseemtoknowasmuchasIdoalready,’

  saidhe。`ThetruthisthatthegentlemantoldmethathewasadetectiveandthatIwastosaynothingabouthimtoanyone。’

  `Mygoodfellow;thisisaveryseriousbusiness,andyoumayfindyourselfinaprettybadpositionifyoutrytohideanythingfromme。Yousaythatyourfaretoldyouthathewasadetective?’

  `Yes,hedid。’

  `Whendidhesaythis?’

  `Whenheleftme。’

  `Didhesayanythingmore?’

  `Hementionedhisname。’

  Holmescastaswiftglanceoftriumphatme。`Oh,hementionedhisname,didhe?Thatwasimprudent。Whatwasthenamethathementioned?’

  `Hisname,’saidthecabman,`wasMr。SherlockHolmes。’

  NeverhaveIseenmyfriendmorecompletelytakenabackthanbythecabman’sreply。Foraninstanthesatinsilentamazement。Thenheburstintoaheartylaugh。

  `Atouch,Watson—anundeniabletouch!’saidhe。`Ifeelafoilasquickandsuppleasmyown。Hegothomeuponmeveryprettilythattime。

  SohisnamewasSherlockHolmes,wasit?’

  `Yes,sir,thatwasthegentleman’sname。’

  `Excellent!Tellmewhereyoupickedhimupandallthatoccurred。’

  `Hehailedmeathalf—pastnineinTrafalgarSquare。Hesaidthathewasadetective,andheofferedmetwoguineasifIwoulddoexactlywhathewantedalldayandasknoquestions。Iwasgladenoughtoagree。

  FirstwedrovedowntotheNorthumberlandHotelandwaitedthereuntiltwogentlemencameoutandtookacabfromtherank。Wefollowedtheircabuntilitpulledupsomewherenearhere。’

  `Thisverydoor,’saidHolmes。

  `Well,Icouldn’tbesureofthat,butIdaresaymyfareknewallaboutit。Wepulleduphalfwaydownthestreetandwaitedanhourandahalf。Thenthetwogentlemenpassedus,walking,andwefolloweddownBakerStreetandalong—’

  `Iknow,’saidHolmes。

  `Untilwegotthree—quartersdownRegentStreet。Thenmygentlemanthrewupthetrap,andhecriedthatIshoulddriverightawaytoWaterlooStationashardasIcouldgo。Iwhippedupthemareandwewerethereunderthetenminutes。Thenhepaiduphistwoguineas,likeagoodone,andawayhewentintothestation。Onlyjustashewasleavingheturnedroundandhesaid:``ItmightinterestyoutoknowthatyouhavebeendrivingMr。SherlockHolmes。’’That’showIcometoknowthename。’

  `Isee。Andyousawnomoreofhim?’

  `Notafterhewentintothestation。’

  `AndhowwouldyoudescribeMr。SherlockHolmes?’

  Thecabmanscratchedhishead。`Well,hewasn’taltogethersuchaneasygentlemantodescribe。I’dputhimatfortyyearsofage,andhewasofamiddleheight,twoorthreeinchesshorterthanyou,sir。Hewasdressedlikeatoff,andhehadablackbeard,cutsquareattheend,andapaleface。Idon’tknowasIcouldsaymorethanthat。’

  `Colourofhiseyes?’

  `No,Ican’tsaythat。’

  `Nothingmorethatyoucanremember?’

  `No,sir;nothing。’

  `Well,then,hereisyourhalf—sovereign。There’sanotheronewaitingforyouifyoucanbringanymoreinformation。Good—night!’

  `Good—night,sir,andthankyou!’

  JohnClaytondepartedchuckling,andHolmesturnedtomewithashrugofhisshouldersandaruefulsmile。

  `Snapgoesourthirdthread,andweendwherewebegan,’saidhe。`Thecunningrascal!Heknewournumber,knewthatSirHenryBaskervillehadconsultedme,spottedwhoIwasinRegentStreet,conjecturedthatIhadgotthenumberofthecabandwouldlaymyhandsonthedriver,andsosentbackthisaudaciousmessage。Itellyou,Watson,thistimewehavegotafoemanwhoisworthyofoursteel。I’vebeencheckmatedinLondon。

  IcanonlywishyoubetterluckinDevonshire。ButI’mnoteasyinmymindaboutit。’

  `Aboutwhat?’

  `Aboutsendingyou。It’sanuglybusiness,Watson,anuglydangerousbusiness,andthemoreIseeofitthelessIlikeit。Yesmydearfellow,youmaylaugh,butIgiveyoumywordthatIshallbeverygladtohaveyoubacksafeandsoundinBakerStreetoncemore。’

  [NextChapter][TableofContents]ConanDoyle:TheHoundoftheBaskervilles06[TableofContents]Chapter6BaskervilleHallSirHenryBaskervilleandDr。Mortimerwerereadyupontheappointedday,andwestartedasarrangedforDevonshire。Mr。SherlockHolmesdrovewithmetothestationandgavemehislastpartinginjunctionsandadvice。

  `Iwillnotbiasyourmindbysuggestingtheoriesorsuspicions,Watson,’saidhe;`Iwishyousimplytoreportfactsinthefullestpossiblemannertome,andyoucanleavemetodothetheorizing。’

  `Whatsortoffacts?’Iasked。

  `Anythingwhichmayseemtohaveabearinghoweverindirectuponthecase,andespeciallytherelationsbetweenyoungBaskervilleandhisneighboursoranyfreshparticularsconcerningthedeathofSirCharles。

  Ihavemadesomeinquiriesmyselfinthelastfewdays,buttheresultshave,Ifear,beennegative。Onethingonlyappearstobecertain,andthatisthatMr。JamesDesmond,whoisthenextheir,isanelderlygentlemanofaveryamiabledisposition,sothatthispersecutiondoesnotarisefromhim。Ireallythinkthatwemayeliminatehimentirelyfromourcalculations。

  ThereremainthepeoplewhowillactuallysurroundSirHenryBaskervilleuponthemoor。’

  `WoulditnotbewellinthefirstplacetogetridoffthisBarrymorecouple?’

  `Bynomeans。Youcouldnotmakeagreatermistake。Iftheyareinnocentitwouldbeacruelinjustice,andiftheyareguiltyweshouldbegivingupallchanceofbringingithometothem。No,no,wewillpreservethemuponourlistofsuspects。ThenthereisagroomattheHall,ifI

  rememberright。Therearetwomoorlandfarmers。ThereisourfriendDr。

  Mortimer,whomIbelievetobeentirelyhonest,andthereishiswife,ofwhomweknownothing。Thereisthisnaturalist,Stapleton,andthereishissister,whoissaidtobeayoungladyofattractions。ThereisMr。Frankland,ofLafterHall,whoisalsoanunknownfactor,andthereareoneortwootherneighbours。Thesearethefolkwhomustbeyourveryspecialstudy。’

  `Iwilldomybest。’

  `Youhavearms,Isuppose?’

  `Yes,Ithoughtitaswelltotakethem。’

  `Mostcertainly。Keepyourrevolvernearyounightandday,andneverrelaxyourprecautions。’

  Ourfriendshadalreadysecuredafirst—classcarriageandwerewaitingforusupontheplatform。

  `No,wehavenonewsofanykind,’saidDr。Mortimerinanswertomyfriend’squestions。`Icansweartoonething,andthatisthatwehavenotbeenshadowedduringthelasttwodays。Wehavenevergoneoutwithoutkeepingasharpwatch,andnoonecouldhaveescapedournotice。’

  `Youhavealwayskepttogether,Ipresume?’

  `Exceptyesterdayafternoon。IusuallygiveuponedaytopureamusementwhenIcometotown,soIspentitattheMuseumoftheCollegeofSurgeons。’

  `AndIwenttolookatthefolkinthepark,’saidBaskerville。

  `Butwehadnotroubleofanykind。’

  `Itwasimprudent,allthesame,’saidHolmes,shakinghisheadandlookingverygrave。`Ibeg,SirHenry,thatyouwillnotgoaboutalone。

  Somegreatmisfortunewillbefallyouifyoudo。Didyougetyourotherboot?’

  `No,sir,itisgoneforever。’

  `Indeed。Thatisveryinteresting。Well,good—bye,’headdedasthetrainbegantoglidedowntheplatform。`Bearinmind,SirHenry,oneofthephrasesinthatqueeroldlegendwhichDr。Mortimerhasreadtousandavoidthemoorinthosehoursofdarknesswhenthepowersofevilareexalted。’

  Ilookedbackattheplatformwhenwehadleftitfarbehindandsawthetall,austerefigureofHolmesstandingmotionlessandgazingafterus。

  Thejourneywasaswiftandpleasantone,andIspentitinmakingthemoreintimateacquaintanceofmytwocompanionsandinplayingwithDr。Mortimer’sspaniel。Inaveryfewhoursthebrownearthhadbecomeruddy,thebrickhadchangedtogranite,andredcowsgrazedinwell—hedgedfieldswherethelushgrassesandmoreluxuriantvegetationspokeofaricher,ifadamper,climate。YoungBaskervillestaredeagerlyoutofthewindowandcriedaloudwithdelightasherecognizedthefamiliarfeaturesoftheDevonscenery。

  `I’vebeenoveragoodpartoftheworldsinceIleftit,Dr。

  Watson,’saidhe;`butIhaveneverseenaplacetocomparewithit。’

  `IneversawaDevonshiremanwhodidnotswearbyhiscounty,’

  Iremarked。

  `Itdependsuponthebreedofmenquiteasmuchasonthecounty,’

  saidDr。Mortimer。`AglanceatourfriendhererevealstheroundedheadoftheCelt,whichcarriesinsideittheCelticenthusiasmandpowerofattachment。PoorSirCharles’sheadwasofaveryraretype,halfGaelic,halfIvernianinitscharacteristics。ButyouwereveryyoungwhenyoulastsawBaskervilleHall,wereyounot?’

  `Iwasaboyinmyteensatthetimeofmyfather’sdeathandhadneverseentheHall,forhelivedinalittlecottageontheSouthCoast。ThenceIwentstraighttoafriendinAmerica。ItellyouitisallasnewtomeasitistoDr。Watson,andI’maskeenaspossibletoseethemoor。’

  `Areyou?Thenyourwishiseasilygranted,forthereisyourfirstsightofthemoor,’saidDr。Mortimer,pointingoutofthecarriagewindow。

  Overthegreensquaresofthefieldsandthelowcurveofawoodthereroseinthedistanceagray,melancholyhill,withastrangejaggedsummit,dimandvagueinthedistance,likesomefantasticlandscapeinadream。Baskervillesatforalongtimehiseyesfixeduponit,andI

  readuponhiseagerfacehowmuchitmeanttohim,thisfirstsightofthatstrangespotwherethemenofhisbloodhadheldswaysolongandlefttheirmarksodeep。Therehesat,withhistweedsuitandhisAmericanaccent,inthecornerofaprosaicrailway—carriage,andyetasIlookedathisdarkandexpressivefaceIfeltmorethaneverhowtrueadescendanthewasofthatlonglineofhigh—blooded,fiery,andmasterfulmen。Therewerepride,valour,andstrengthinhisthickbrows,hissensitivenostrils,andhislargehazeleyes。Ifonthatforbiddingmooradifficultanddangerousquestshouldliebeforeus,thiswasatleastacomradeforwhomonemightventuretotakeariskwiththecertaintythathewouldbravelyshareit。

  Thetrainpulledupatasmallwaysidestationandwealldescended。

  Outside,beyondthelow,whitefence,awagonettewithapairofcobswaswaiting。Ourcomingwasevidentlyagreatevent,forstation—masterandportersclusteredroundustocarryoutourluggage。Itwasasweet,simplecountryspot,butIwassurprisedtoobservethatbythegatetherestoodtwosoldierlymenindarkuniformswholeanedupontheirshortriflesandglancedkeenlyatusaswepassed。Thecoachman,ahardfaced,gnarledlittlefellow,salutedSirHenryBaskerville,andinafewminuteswewereflyingswiftlydownthebroad,whiteroad。Rollingpasturelandscurvedupwardoneithersideofus,andoldgabledhousespeepedoutfromamidthethickgreenfoliage,butbehindthepeacefulandsunlitcountrysidethereroseever,darkagainsttheeveningsky,thelong,gloomycurveofthemoor,brokenbythejaggedandsinisterhills。

  Thewagonetteswungroundintoasideroad,andwecurvedupwardthroughdeeplaneswornbycenturiesofwheels,highbanksoneitherside,heavywithdrippingmossandfleshyhart’s—tongueferns。Bronzingbrackenandmottledbramblegleamedinthelightofthesinkingsun。Stillsteadilyrising,wepassedoveranarrowgranitebridgeandskirtedanoisystreamwhichgushedswiftlydown,foamingandroaringamidthegrayboulders。

  Bothroadandstreamwoundupthroughavalleydensewithscruboakandfir。AteveryturnBaskervillegaveanexclamationofdelight,lookingeagerlyabouthimandaskingcountlessquestions。Tohiseyesallseemedbeautiful,buttomeatingeofmelancholylayuponthecountryside,whichboresoclearlythemarkofthewaningyear。Yellowleavescarpetedthelanesandfluttereddownuponusaswepassed。Therattleofourwheelsdiedawayaswedrovethroughdriftsofrottingvegetation—sadgifts,asitseemedtome,forNaturetothrowbeforethecarriageofthereturningheiroftheBaskervilles。

  `Halloa!’criedDr。Mortimer,`whatisthis?’

  Asteepcurveofheath—cladland,anoutlyingspurofthemoor,layinfrontofus。Onthesummit,hardandclearlikeanequestrianstatueuponitspedestal,wasamountedsoldier,darkandstern,hisriflepoisedreadyoverhisforearm。Hewaswatchingtheroadalongwhichwetravelled。

  `Whatisthis,Perkins?’askedDr。Mortimer。

  Ourdriverhalfturnedinhisseat。

  `There’saconvictescapedfromPrincetown,sir。He’sbeenoutthreedaysnow,andthewarderswatcheveryroadandeverystation,butthey’vehadnosightofhimyet。Thefarmersaboutheredon’tlikeit,sir,andthat’safact。’

  `Well,Iunderstandthattheygetfivepoundsiftheycangiveinformation。’

  `Yes,sir,butthechanceoffivepoundsisbutapoorthingcomparedtothechanceofhavingyourthroatcut。Yousee,itisn’tlikeanyordinaryconvict。Thisisamanthatwouldstickatnothing。’

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