SS^jjIiPS^^-Hy-'^' :■.]•• ■■■■•■■■ CORNELL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY GIFT OF Miss H. L. Meyer DATE DUE y^ft^fS!^ -w^t^ 5 1975 '■^ ■■ j^ A? r H9^ M^ __ .„ Cornell University Library PR 4622.H8 1902 The hound of the Baskervilles; another ad 3 1924 013 342 450 Cornell University Library The original of tliis book is in the Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924013342450 I shrank back into the darkest corner, and cocked the pistol in my pocket. [Page iSo'i A SPECIAL LIMITED EDITION The Hound of 72'^Baskervilles ANOTHER ADVENTURE OF SHERLOCK HOLMES By A. CONAN DOYLE Author of "The Adv entures of Sherlock Holmes," "The Green Flag" etc. GROSSET £«? DUNLAP PUBLISHERS : : NEW YORK E.H. CoraiGBt 1901, ifoi, BY A. CONAN DOYLE. V^ ■^(^ r U L ■ M| fE^- COmtnV IDE FKBSS, CASOIH CITY, H. T, My Dear Robinson: It was your account of a west country legend which first suggested the idea of this little tale to my mind. For this, and for the help which you gave me in its evolution, all thanks. Yours most truly, A. CoNAN Doyle. / A Table of the Contents rAoa I. Mr. Sherlock Holmes i II. The Curse of the Baskervilles . . . . ii III. The Problem vj IV. Sir Henry Baskerville 41 V. Three Broken Threads 59 VI. Baskerville Hall 75 VII. The Stapletons of Merripit House ... 89 VIII. First Report of Dr. Watson no IX. The Light Upon the Moor 121 X. Extract from the Diary of Dr. Watson . 147 XI. The Man on the Tor 162 XII. Death on the Moor 181 XIII. Fixing the Nets 199 XIV. The Hound of the Baskervilles .... 217 XV. A Retrospection 234 I Mr. Sherlock Holmes MR. SHERLOCK HOLMES, who was usually very late in the mornings, save up- on 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 be- fore. 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 en- graved upon it, with the d|ite " 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 be- lieve you have eyes in the back of your head." " I have, at least, a well-polished silv6r-plated coflfee-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 THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES 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 oi 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 T 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 pos- sibly 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 cigar- ette. " 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. MR. SHERLOCK HOLMES Some people without possessing genius have a re. markable 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 ad- miration and to the attempts which I had made to give publicity to liis 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 comer of the settee. "There are certainly one or two indications Upon the stick. It gives us the basis for several deduc- tions." " 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 stiiTiulated me I meant, to be frank, that in noting your fallacies I was occasionally guided toward* the truth. Not that you are entirel)' wrong in this ie stance. The man is certainly a country prac#' *ioner. And he walks a good deal." 3 THE HOUND OF THE B A 5 K IS K V 1 1- l- B. o " 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 presenta- tion to a doctor is more likely to come from a hospital than from a hunt, and that when the in- itials ' C.C are placed before that hospital the words ' Charing Cross ' very naturally suggest themselves." " You may be right." " The probability lies in t!iat 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 infer- ences 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 occa- sion would it be most probable that such a presenta- tion would be made? When would his friends unite to give him a pledge of their good will? Obviously at the moment when Dr. Mortimer withdrew from the service of the hospital in order to start in prac- MR. SHERLOCK HOLMES tice for himself. We know there has been a pres- entation. 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. Anci 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 mastiflf." 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 check- ing you," said I, " but at least it is not difficult to find out a few particulars about the man's age and professional career." From my small medical shelf Itook down the Medical Directory and turned up the name. There were several Mortimers, but only 5 THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLE8 one who could be our visitor. I read his record aloud. "Mortimer, James, M.R.C.S., 1882, Grimpen, Dartmoor, Devon. House surgeon, from 1882 to 1884, at Charing Cross Hospital. Winner of the Jackson prize for Comparative Pathology, with es- say entitled ' Is Disease a Reversion? ' Correspond- ing member of the Swedish Pathological Society. Author of ' Some Freaks of Atavism ' (Lancet, 1882). ' Do We Progress? ' (Journal oi Psychol- ogy, March, 1883). Medical Officer for the par- ishes 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, un- ambitious, and absent-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 absent-minded 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 be- hind 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 6 MR. SHERLOCK HOLMES 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 pres- ence may be of assistance to me. Now is the dra- • matic moment of fate, Watson, when you hear a Btep 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 practi- tioner. He was a very tall, thin man, with a long nose like a beak, which jutted out between two keen, grey 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 f THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES head and a general air of peering benevolence. As he entered his eyes fell upon the stick in Holmes's 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 stick 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, that's bad! " said Holmes, shaking his head. Dr. Mortimer blinked through his glasses in mild astonishment. " Why was it bad? " " Only that you have disarranged our little de- ductions. 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 Morti- mer " " 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. ! presume that it is Mr. Sherlock Holmes whom I am addressing and not " 8 MR. SHERLOCK HOLMES •' 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 orna- ment 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 light- ing 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 9 THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES the opportunity of doing that as well. I came to you, Mr. Holmes, because I recognised that I am myself an unpractical man, and because I am sud- denly confronted with a most serious and extraor- dinary problem. Recognising, 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 inad- vertently " " Just a little," said Holmes. " I think. Dr. Mor- timer, 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 assist- ance." 10 II The Curse of the Baskervilles I HAVE in my pocket a manuscript," said Dr. James Mortimer. " I observed it as you entered the room," said Holmes. " It is an old manuscript." " Early eighteenth century, unless it is a forgery." " How can you say that, sir? " " You have presented an inch or two of it to my examination all the time that you have been talk- ing. It would be a poor expert who could not give the date of a document within a decade or so. You may possibly have read my little monograph upon the subject. I put that at 1730." " The exact date is 1742." Dr. Mortimer drew it from his breast-pocket. " This family paper was committed to my care by Sir Charles Baskerville, whose sudden and tragic death some three months ago created so much excitement in Devonshire. I may say that I was his personal friend as well as his medical attendant. He was a strong-minded man, sir, shrewd, practical, and as unimaginative as I am myself. Yet he took this document very seriously, and his mind was prepared for just such an end a^ did eventually overtake him." II THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES Holmes stretched out his hand for the manuscript and flattened it upon his knee. " You will observe, Watson, the alternative use of the long s and the short. It is one of several indications which enabled me to fix the date." I looked over his shoulder at the yellow paper and the faded script. At the head was written: " Baskerville Hall," and below, in large, scrawling figures: " 1742." " It appears to be a statement of some sort." " Yes, it is a statement of a certain legend which runs in the Baskerville family." " But I understand that it is something more modern and practical upon which you wish to con- sult me? " " Most modern. A most practical, pressing mat- ter, which must be decided within twenty-four hours. But the manuscript is short and is intimate- ly connected with the affair. With your permission I will read it to you." Holmes leaned back in his chair, placed his fin- ger-tips together, and closed his eyes, with an air of resignation. Dr. Mortimer turned the manu- script to the light and read in a high, crackling voice the following curious, old-world narrative: — " Of the origin of the Hound of the Baskervilles there have been many statements, yet as I come in a direct line from Hugo Baskerville, and as I had the story from my father, who also had it from his, I have set it down with all belief that it occurred 12 THE CURSE OF THE BASKERVILLE8 even as is bene set forth. And I would have you believe, my sons, that the same Justice which pun- ishes sin may also most graciously forgive it, and that no ban is so heavy but that by prayer and re- pentance it may be removed. Learn then from this story not to fear the fruits of the past, but rather to be circumspect in the future, that those foul pas- sions whereby our family has suffered so grievously may not again be loosed to our undoing. " Know then that in the time of the Great Re- bellion (the history of which by the learned Lord Clarendon I most earnestly commend to your at- tention) this Manor of Baskerville wa§ held by Hugo of that name, nor can it be gainsaid that he was a most wild, profane, and godless man. This, in truth, his neighbours might have pardoned, see- ing that saints have never flourished in those parts, but there was in him a certain wanton and cruel humour which made his name a byword through the West. It chanced that this Hugo came to love (if, indeed, so dark a passion may be known under so bright a name) the daughter of a yeoman who held lands near the Baskerville estate. But the young maiden, being discreet and of good repute, would ever avoid him, for she feared his evil name. So it came to pass that one Michaelmas this Hugo, with five or six of his idle and wicked companions, stole down upon the farm and carried off the maid- en, her father and brothers being from home, as he well knew. When they had brought her to the 13 VV IIMO FOLLG Page is Damaged Best Image Available THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES moor, and the black mare, dabbled with white froth, went past with trailing bridle and empty saddle. Then the revellers rode close together, for a great fear was on them, but they still followed over the moor, though each, had he been alone, would have been right glad to have turned his horse's head. Riding slowly in this fashion they came at last upon the hounds. These, though known for their valour and their breed, were whimpering in a cluster at the head of a deep dip or goyal, as we call it, upon the moor, some slinking away and some, with starting hackles and staring eyes, gazing down the narrow valley before them. " The company had come to a halt, more sober men, as you may guess, than when they started. The most of them would by no means advance, but three of them, the boldest, or it may be the most drunken, rode forward down the goyal. Now, it opened into a broad space in which stood two of those great stones, still to be seen there, which were set by certain forgotten peoples in the days of old. The moon was shining bright upon the clearing, and there in the centre lay the unhappy maid where she had fallen, dead of fear and of fatigue. But it was not the sight of her body, nor yet was it that of the ody of Hugo Baskerville lying near her, which ^sed the hair upon the heads of these three dare- it m^°y^^^^^^^> but it was that, standing over that th^"^ plucking at his throat, there stood a foul at HugoK^*' black beast, shaped like a hound, yet i6 THE CURSE OF THE BASKERVILLE3 larger than any hound that ever mortal eye has rested upon. And even as they looked the thing tore the throat out of Hugo Baskerville, on which, as it turned its blazing eyes and dripping jaws upon them, the three shrieked with fear and rode for dear life, still screaming, across the moor. One, it is said, died that very night of what he had seen, and the other twain were but broken men for the rest of their days. " Such is the tale, my sons, of the coming of the hound which is said to have plagued the family so sorely ever since. If I have set it down it is be- cause that which is clearly known hath less terror than that which is but hinted at and guessed. Nor can it be denied that many of the family have been unhappy in their deaths, which have been sudden, bloody, and mysterious. Yet may we shelter out- selves in the infinite goodness of Providence, which would not forever punish the innocent beyond that third or fourth generation which is threatened in Holy Writ. To that Providence, my sons, I hereby commend you, and I counsel you by way of caution to forbear from crossing the moor in those dark hours when the powers of evil are exalted. " [This from Hugo Baskerville to his sons Rodger and John, with instructions that they say nothing thereof to their sister Elizabeth.] " When Dr. Mortimer had finished reading this singular narrative he pushed his spectacles up on 17 THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES his forehead and stared across at Mr. Sherlock Holmes. The latter yawned and tossed the end of his cigarette into the fire. "Well? "said he. " Do you not find it interesting? " " To a collector of fairy tales." Dr. Mortimer drew a folded newspaper out of hi« pocket. " Now, Mr. Holmes, we will give you something a little more recent. This is the Devon County Chronicle of May 14th of this year. , It is a short account of the facts elicited at the death of Sir Charles Baskerville which occurred a few days be- fore that date." My friend leaned a little forward and his expres- sion became intent. Our visitor readjusted his glasses and began: — " The recent sudden death of Sir Charles Basker- ville, whose name has been mentioned as the prob- able Liberal candidate for Mid-Devon at the next election, has cast a gloom over the county. Though Sir Charles had resided at Baskerville Hall for a comparatively short period his amiability of charac- ter and extreme generosity had won the affection and respect of all who had been brought into con- tact with him. In these days of nouveaux riches it is refreshing to find a case where the scion of an old county family which has fallen upon evil days is able to make his own fortune and to bring it back with him to restore the fallen grandeur of his line. Sir 18 THE CURSE OF THE BASKERVILLES Charles, as is well known, made large sums of money in South African speculation. More wise than those who go on until the wheel turns against them, he realized his gains and returned to England with them. It is only two' years since he took up his residence at Baskerville Hall, and it is common talk how large were those schemes of reconstruction and improvement which have been interrupted by his death. Being himself childless, it was his openly expressed desire that the whole countryside should, within his own lifetime, profit by his good fortune, and many will have personal reasons for bewailing his untimely end. His generous donations to local and county charities have been frequently chroni- cled in these columns. " The circumstances connected with the death of Sir Charles cannot be said to have been entirely cleared up by the inquest, but at least enough has been done to dispose of those rumours to which local superstition has given rise. There is no rea- son whatever to suspect foul play, or to imagine that death could be from any but natural causes. Sir Charles was a widower, and a man who may be said to have been in some ways of an eccentric habit of mind. In spite of his considerable wealth he was simple in his personal tastes, and his indoor servants at Baskerville Hall consisted of a married couple named Barrymore, the husband acting as butler and the wife as housekeeper. Their evidence, corrobo- rated by that of several friends, tends to show that 19 THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLE* Sir Charles's health has for some time been im- paired, and points especially to some affection of the heart, manifesting itself in changes of colour, breath- lessness, and acute attacks of nervous depression. Dr. James Mortimer, the friend and medical at- tendant of the deceased, has given evidence to the same effect. " The facts of the case are simple. Sir Charles Baskerville was in the habit every night before go- ing to bed of walking down the famous Yew Alley of Baskerville Hall. The evidence of the Barry- mores shows that this had been his custom. On the 4th of May Sir Charles had declared his inten- tion of starting next day for London, and had or- dered Barrymore to prepare his luggage. That night he went out as usual lor his nocturnal walk, in the course of which he was in the habit of smok- ing a cigar. He never returned. At twelve o'clock Barrymore, finding the hall- door still open, became alarmed, and, lighting a lantern, went in search of his master. The day had been wet, and Sir Charles's footmarks were easily traced down the Al- ley. Half-way down this walk there is a gate which leads out on to the moor. There were indications that Sir Charles had stood for some little time here. He then proceeded down the Alley, and it was at the far end of it that his body was discovered. One fact which has not been explained is the statement of Barrymore that his master's footprints altered their character from the time that he passed the 20 THE CURSE OF THE BASKERVILLES moor-gate, and that he appeared from thence on- wards to have been walking upon his toes. One Murphy, a gipsy horse-dealer, was on the moor at no great distance at the time, but he appears by his own confession to have been the worse for drink. He declares that he heard cries, but is unable to state from what direction they came. No signs of violence were to be discovered upon Sir Charles's person, and though the doctor's evidence pointed to an almost incredible facial distortion — so great that Dr. Mortimer refused at first to believe that it was indeed his friend and patient who lay before him — it was explained that that is a symptom which is not unusual in cases of dyspnoea and death from cardiac exhaustion. This explanation was borne out by the. post-mortem examination, which showed long-standing organic disease, and the coro- ner's jury returned a verdict in accordance with the medical evidence. It is well that this is so, for it is obviously of the utmost importance that Sir Charles's heir should settle at the Hall and continue the good work which has been so sadly interrupted. Had the prosaic finding of the coroner not finally put an end to the romantic stories which have been whispered in connection with the affair, it might have been difficult to find a tenant for Baskerville Hall. It is understood that the next-of-kin is Mr. Henry Baskerville, if he be still alive, the son of Sir Charles Baskerville's younger brother. The young man when last heard of was in America, and in- 21 THE HOUND OF THE 1 A, S K E R V I L L E S quiries are being instituted with a view to inform- ing him of his good fortune." Dr. Mortimer refolded his paper and replaced it in his pocket. " Those are the public facts, Mr. Holmes, in con- nection with the death of Sir Charles Baskerville." " I must thank you," said Sherlock Holmes, " for calling my attention to a case which certainly pre- sents some features of interest. I had observed some newspaper comment at the time, but I was ex- ceedingly preoccupied by that little affair of the Vatican cameos, and in my anxiety to oblige the Pope I lost touch with several interesting English cases. This article, you say, contains all the public ' facts? " " It does." " Then let me have the private ones." He leaned back, put his finger-tips together, and as- sumed his most impassive and judicial expression. " In doing so," said Dr. Mortimer, who had be- gun to show signs of some strong emotion, " I am telling that which I have not confided to anyone My motive for withholding it from the coroner** inquiry is that a man of science shrinks from placing himself in the public position of seeming to indorse a popular superstition. I had the further motive that Baskerville Hall, as the paper says, would cer- tainly remain untenanted if anything were done to increase its already rather grim reputation, For . both these reasons I thought that I was justified in 22 THE CURSE OF THE BASKERVILLES telling rather less than I knew, since no practical good could result from it, but with you there is no reason why I should not be perfectly frank. " The moor is very sparsely inhabited, and those who live near each other are thrown very much to- gether. For this reason I saw a good deal of Sir Charles Baskerville. With the exception of Mr. Frankland, of Lafter Hall, and Mr. Stapleton, the naturalist, there are no other men of education with- in many miles. Sir Charles was a retiring man, but the chance of his illness brought us together, and a community of interests in science kept us so. He had brought back much scientific information from South Africa, and many a charming evening we have spent together discussing the comparative anatomy of the Bushman and the Hottentot. " Within the last few months it became increas- ingly plain to me that Sir Charles's nervous system was strained to the breaking point. He had taken this legend which I have read you exceedingly to heart — so much so that, although he would walk in his own grounds, nothing would induce him to go out upon the moor at night. Incredible as it may appear to you, Mr. Holmes, he was honestly con- vinced that a dreadful fate overhung his family, and certainly the records which he was able to give of his ancestors were not encouraging. The idea of some ghastly presence constantly haunted him, and on more than one occasion he has asked me whether I had on my medical journeys at night 23 THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES ever seen any strange creature or heard the baying of a hound. The latter question he put to me sev- eral times, and always with a voice which vibrated with excitement. " I can well remember driving up to his house in the evening, some three weeks before the fatal event. He chanced to be at his hall door. I had descended from my gig and was standing in front of him, when I saw his eyes fix themselves over my shoulder, and stare past me with an expression of the most dreadful horror. I whisked round and had just time to catch a glimpse of something which I took to be a large black calf passing at the head of the drive. So excited and alarmed was he that I was compelled to go down to the spot where the animal had been and look around for it. It was gone, however, and the incident appeared to make the worst impression upon his mind. I stayed with him all the evening, and it was on that occasion, to '>• plain the emotion which he had shown, that he confided to my keeping that narrative which I read to you when first I came. I mention this small episode because it assumes some importance in view of the tragedy which followed, but I was convinced at the time that the matter was entirely trivial and that his excitement had no justification. " It was at my advice that Sir Charles was about to go to London. His heart was, I knew, affected, . and the constant anxiety in which he lived, however chimerical the cause of it might be, was evidently 24 THE CURSE OF THE BASKERVILLBS having a serious effect upon his health. I thought that a few months among the distractions of town would send him back a new man. Mr. Stapleton, a mutual friend who was much concerned at his state of health, was of the same opinion. At the last instant came this terrible catastrophe. " On the night of Sir Charles's death Barrymore the butler, who made the discovery, sent Perkins the groom on horseback to me, and as I was sitting up late I was able to reach Baskerville Hall within an hour of the event. I checked and corroborated all the facts which were mentioned at the inquest. I followed the footsteps down the Yew Alley, I saw the spot at the moor-gate where he seemed to have waited, I remarked the change in the shape of the prints after that point, I noted that there were no other footsteps save those of Barrymore on the soft gravel, and finally I carefully examined the body, which had not been touched until my arrival. Sir Charles lay on his face, his arms out, his fingers dug into the ground, and his features convulsed with some strong emotion to such an extent that I could hardly have sworn to his identity. There was cer- tainly no physical injury of any kind. But one false statement was made by Barrymore at the inquest. He said that there were no traces upon the ground round the body. He did not observe any. But I did — some little distance off, but fresh and clear." " Footprints? " " Footprints." THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVlLLES " A man's or a woman's? " Dr. Mortimer looked strangely at us for an in- stant, and his voice sank almost to a whisper as he answered: — " Mr. Holmes, they were the footprints of a gigantic hound!" 36 Ill The Problem I CONFESS that at these words a shudder passed through me. There was a thrill in the doctor's voice which showed that he was him- self deeply moved by that which he told us. Holmes leaned forward in his excitement and his eyes had the hard, dry glitter which shot from them when he was keenly interested. " You saw this? " " As clearly as I see you." " And you said nothing? " " What was the use? " " How was it that no one else saw it? " "The marks were some twenty yards from the body and no one gave them a thought. I don't suppose I should have done so had I not known this legend." " There are many sheep-dogs on the moor? " " No doubt, but this was no sheep-dog." " You say it was large? " " Enormous." " But it had not approached the body? " " No." " What sort of night was it? " THE HOUND OF THE B ASKE R VI LLE S " Damp and raw." " But not actually raining? " " No." " What is the alley like? " " There are two lines of old yew hedge, twelve feet high and impenetrable. The walk in the cen- tre is about eight feet across." " Is there anything between the hedges and the walk? " " Yes, there is a strip of grass about six feet broad on either side." " I understand that the yew hedge is penetrated at one point by a gate? " " Yes, the wicket-gate which leads on to the moor." " Is there any other opening? " " None." " So that to reach the Yew Alley one either has to come down it from the house or else to enter it by the moor-gate? " " There is an exit through a summer-house at the far end." " Had Sir Charles reached this? " " No; he lay about fifty yards from it." " Now, tell me, Dr. Mortimer — and this is im- portant^the marks which you saw were on the path and not on the grass? " " No marks could show on the grass." " Were they on the same side of the path as the moor-gate? " 38 THE PROBLEM " Yes; they were on the edge of the path on the same side as the moor-gate." " You interest me exceedingly. Another point. Was the wicket-gate closed? " " Closed and padlocked." " How high was it? " " About four feet high." " Then anyone could have got over it? " " Yes." "And what marks did you see by the wicket- gate? " " None in particular." " Good Heaven! Did no one examine? " " Yes, I examined myself." " And found nothing? " " It was all very confused. Sir Charles had evi- dently stood there for five or ten minutes." " How do you know that? " " Because the ash had twice dropped from his cigar." " Excellent! This is a colleague, Watson, after our own heart. But the marks? " " He had left his own marks all over that small patch of gravel. I could discern no others." Sherlock Holmes struck his hand against his knee with an impatient gesture. " If I had only been there! " he cried. " It is evi- dently a case of extraordinary interest, and one which presented immense opportunities to the sci- entific, expert. That gravel page upon which I 29 THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES might have read so much has been long ere this smudged by the rain and defaced by the clogs of curious peasants. Oh, Dr. Mortimer, Dr. Morti- mer, to think that you should not have called me in ! You have indeed much to answer for." " I could not call you in, Mr. Holmes, writhout disclosing these facts to the world, and I have al- ready given my reasons for not wishing to do so. Besides, besides " " Why do you hesitate? " " There is a realm in which the most acute and most experienced of detectives is helpless." " You mean that the thing is supernatural? " " I did not positively say so." " No, but you evidently think it." " Since the tragedy, Mr. Holmes, there have come to my ears several incidents which are hard to reconcile with the settled order of Nature." " For exampk? " " I find that before the terrible event occurred several people had seen a creature upon the moor which corresponds with this Baskerville demon, and which could not possibly be any animal known to science. They all agreed that it was a huge creat- ure, luminous, ghastly, and spectral. I have cross- examined these men, one of them a hard-headed countryman, one a farrier, and one a moorland farmer, who all tell the same story of this dreadful apparition, exactly corresponding to the hell-hound