The Hound of the Baskervilles Page #3

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- I'll do my best to find your boot.

- All right, thanks.

- Good evening, gentlemen.

- Good evening, Dr. Watson.

I've got him.

Come on in, Clayton.

Come this way.

- This is John Clayton, No. 2704.

- How do you do?

How do you do, Clayton?

Won't you sit down?

Won't keep you long,

it's good of you to come.

Thank you, sir.

Now, Clayton,

I wish you'd tell us

who your fare was

that watched a certain house

on Baker Street this evening

and later followed

these two gentlemen?

Well, you know

as much as I do, sir.

Not quite as much, I hope.

The gent said as though

he was a detective, sir.

- Oh, he did?

- Yes, sir.

How would you describe

this gentleman, Clayton?

He was I supposed about

and dressed like a toff.

Had a small black beard.

Color of his eyes?

I can't say, sir.

I see.

When did he tell you

that he was a detective?

At the station, sir,

when he give me the two guineas

what he'd promised me.

Did he tell you his name?

Yes, sir.

- What did he say it was?

- Sherlock Holmes, sir.

- What? - Well, that's the

name what he gave me, sir.

Sherlock Holmes.

Well, whoever it is

at least has a sense of humor.

Here, Clayton, here's something

for your trouble.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you kindly, sir.

Is there anything else

I can tell you, sir?

- Nothing at all, I think.

- Alright sir, good day, sir.

- Good day.

- Good day, gentlemen.

Well, Mr. Holmes,

have we progressed, do you think?

Perhaps.

Now, tell me, Sir Henry,

when were you planning

to go down to Dartmoor?

Immediately, tomorrow.

I'm really awfully keen

to see the old place.

You'll accompany us,

Mr. Holmes?

I'd like to very much,

Dr. Mortimer,

but unfortunately I have some

rather pressing business here in London.

Of course, there's no need.

Please don't think me

ungrateful, Dr. Mortimer,

I do appreciate

your concern for me.

But this story of the hound,

it's nonsense.

As for that silly letter

and all the rest of it,

I'm sure it can all quite

easily be explained.

I quite agree with you,

Sir Henry.

All the same, if you don't mind,

I'd like to ask Dr. Watson

to go down with you.

- What's that?

- If you don't mind, Watson.

- Gladly, if you care to come?

- Of course, I'll be delighted.

- Good - Oh, thank you,

thank you, Dr. Watson.

And thank you, sir.

Then we'll stalk

the hound together.

Don't take it too lightly,

Sir Henry.

- Well, I must be going.

- Mr. Holmes?

Yes, Dr. Mortimer.

About that person calling

himself "Sherlock Holmes"?

Very interesting, Dr. Mortimer.

- You would, um.. - Keep me posted,

Watson, write me daily reports.

- To the smallest detail, Holmes.

- Fine.

I give him into your care,

Sir Henry. Guard him well.

Good night.

Guard me well?

I like that.

Here we are, Sir Henry,

on famous Dartmoor,

and what a history it has.

You see those rocks over there.

Actually they're stone houses

built by Neolithic man,

You don't suppose the

Baskervilles go back that far.

And over there, beyond that

hill, those dark spots.

That's the Great Grimpen Mire,

as treacherous a molass

as exists anywhere.

Thousands of lives have been sucked

down into its bottomless depths.

Cheerful little spot.

But fascinating.

Oh, it is, Sir Henry,

and mysterious.

No wonder the people about here

have such odd beliefs.

Some will tell you

that nothing really ever dies

up on the moor.

And after time

one gets to believe it.

Really?

Do you believe that?

Of course not.

If I believed all the legends

about this place,

I wouldn't live here.

I wouldn't have the courage.

And now, if you look,

Baskerville Hall,

the home of your ancestors,

Sir Henry.

- How are you, Barryman?

- Very well, thank you, sir.

Thank you.

This is Barryman, the butler,

Sir Henry, and Mrs. Barryman.

Welcome, Sir Henry,

welcome to Baskerville Hall.

Thank you.

Barryman was with your

uncle most of his life,

as was his father before him.

Well, I hope you'll be

just as happy here with me.

Thank you, Sir Henry.

Baskerville Hall.

And just as it's always been,

Sir Henry,

your uncle did some

modernizing upstairs,

...but down here nothing has been added

or taken away since Sir Hugo's time.

Well, I wouldn't say it's the most

cheerful spot I've ever seen.

I beg your pardon, sir.

What time do you wish

dinner served, sir?

Early I think,

Dr. Mortimer has to drive home.

Tell the coachman to have the

carriage ready after dinner.

I'll tell him, sir. And now,

I suppose you'd like to freshen up.

There's hot water

in your room, sir.

- I'll show the way.

- Thank you.

Be careful, sir, these steps

are a bit in need of repair.

I didn't want to startle you.

I thought you might be asleep.

- What is it? - Come quickly,

someone's prowling around.

What are you doing, Barryman?

Oh, nothing, sir,

it was the window.

The window?

Yes, sir, I was just seeing

that it was fastened.

Well, does it matter

whether it's fastened or not,

the window on the second floor?

I go around every night,

seeing that they're fastened.

Sir Charles always

insisted upon it.

Well, that sounds

reasonable enough.

Well, if it's properly fastened now,

Barryman, you can get back to bed.

Yes, sir, thank you.

Do you see anything?

Nothing.

Nothing except

a pinpoint of light

a long way off,

over there by the crags.

Well, keep your eye

on that point of light,

and tell me what happens.

Do you see anything now?

It's gone now.

There it is again,

and there it goes.

Just as I thought.

Barryman was signaling someone.

Come on, get some clothes.

We'll find out.

It's still there.

Yes.

Try not to lose sight of it.

Crouch down here,

whoever it is may come back.

What about getting a little

further away from that light?

Up there.

Good idea.

Stop!

Are you mad?

Whoever it is knows his way

among these rocks, we don't.

Who the devil can it be?

You were right about Barryman.

Yes, but what connection

can there possibly be

between that horrible creature

and Barryman?

You know, I have half a mind to

fire the fellow in the morning,

then notify the police

and let them shadow him.

No, it's the last thing that

Holmes would want us to do.

Our job is to watch Barryman,

watch him like a hawk.

Come on, let's get back.

What, what do you think it is?

What does it sound like to you?

Well, if we were back in London,

this would seem ridiculous.

Let's get on.

Look here, Doctor,

you don't believe that

nonsense, do you?

Of course not,

no more than you do.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Sir Henry.

So that's our famous moor, huh?

Yes, sir.

Come in.

Where's Sir Henry?

He went out, sir.

Where?

Across the moor.

Didn't I tell you to

let me know immediately

if Sir Henry ever

ventured out there alone?

I know, but I only just

found out from my wife.

Hello there!

Oh, forgive my shouting at you,

Dr. Watson.

My name's Stapleton,

live just across the moor.

But how did you know

my name, sir?

- Oh, from Dr. Mortimer, one of

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