The Hound of the Baskervilles Page #3

to his descendants.

That's what he left, Sir Henry.

Certainly has a lot to answer for.

What about this one here?

That was another

picture of Sir Hugo.

It disappeared under mysterious

circumstances some months back.

- You mean it was stolen?

- In the middle of the night.

And what steps were

taken to recover it?

Your uncle called in the police from

Exeter, but they could find no trace.

One picture of that scoundrel

is more than enough.

What do you say, Watson?

Your glass is empty. Please...

You must be bored to tears by all

this rigmarole about my family.

- You must think me a terrible host.

- Not at all.

- I've found it extremely interesting.

- Have you?

It's very nice of you to say so.

- Barrymore.

- Sir?

Would you and your good wife

care to join me in a toast?

That's most kind of you, Sir Henry.

Let us drink to my first

day at Baskerville Hall...

and to my firm belief...

that the family curse is

nothing but a legend...

and that the hound of Hell

will never again bring fear...

to those on the moor at night.

I must ask you to excuse my

wife's behaviour, Sir Henry.

She was most upset by

Sir Charles' death.

Her nerves have been in

a bad way ever since.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

Watson, can you give her

something for her nerves?

Yes. Yes, of course. I will.

Barrymore?

Since you've mentioned

Sir Charles' death...

perhaps you could tell us

a little more about it.

You were the first to discover

the body, weren't you?

That's correct.

It was terrible, sir.

I never saw such a dreadful

look on anybody's face before.

You found Sir Charles' body up

near the old Abbey, I understand.

What made you go up

there to look for him?

I didn't, sir.

I was on my way to tell Dr. Mortimer

that he was missing, and then I...

Then I saw Sir Charles

lying there dead.

But what made you decide to go across

the moor to look for Sir Charles?

I've had a look at a

map of the locality...

and surely it would've been quicker to

have taken the trap and gone by road.

There's a shortcut

across the moor, sir.

Barrymore...

did you go across the moor because you

half expected to find Sir Charles...

because of the legend?

You know about the legend of the hound

of the Baskervilles, don't you?

Do you believe it?

Do you really believe that

there is a creature out there?

I don't know what to believe, sir.

What I know is that

I've heard it...

heard its terrible howl on the

night before Sir Charles died...

and I never want to hear such

a sound again in all my life.

- Can I help you, sir?

- No, thank you.

It's got away. Damn it. I

could've done with that.

Excellent specimen of

Coleoptera scabrus.

I collect them, you know.

- Why, it's Sir Henry.

- It is.

Yeah, the Baskerville mouth. I could

have recognized you anywhere...

even among the natives.

Frankland is the name.

Frankland, Bishop of

the outer isles...

for what they're worth.

Very glad to meet you, sir.

Won't you come in?

Thank you.

Yes. How good.

How very good to see a new

owner of Baskerville Hall.

That's not quite what I meant...

Poor Sir Charles.

What a splendid fellow he was.

So you knew my uncle?

Knew him? My dear fellow,

we were the greatest friends.

How many times Sir Charles and I

have discussed life, you know...

over a glass of sherry.

In that case, perhaps you'd care to

join me in a glass of sherry now.

Now you've mentioned sherry...

I think perhaps I

might like a glass.

I saw Bishop Frankland coming

up the drive, Sir Henry.

Barrymore...

still the faithful retainer.

Thank you.

- For you, Sir Henry?

- No, thank you, Barrymore.

"That's the best sherry

in Devon," I always say.

Sir Charles knew his creature

comforts, all right.

Seen him with some very

attractive creatures at times.

Yes, he knew a woman when he

saw one, did Sir Charles.

Yes. Poor fellow.

May he rest in peace.

What a loss.

Thank you. I think I should

like another glass, yes.

Watson, I don't think

you've met the Bishop.

- Bishop Frankland, Dr. Watson.

- How do you do?

Watson, you say the name is?

Yes, I knew a Watson in Caprina.

Yes, a notorious white slaver. Nice

fellow, though. Relation of yours?

No, sir. Not that I know of.

But, of course, it is possible.

You've come to approve the new

Lord of the manor I imagine?

- It's not necessary.

- Thank you.

But why have I come?

- Yes, of course. The jumble sale.

- Jumble sale? What on earth's that?

It's a colloquial expression,

Sir Henry. A sale of oddments.

And I was wondering if you had

anything you could spare for us.

An odd tablecloth or an old

suit or some cast-off silver?

I'm sure I can.

I'll ask Mrs. Barrymore.

That's very kind of you.

May I give you the address in

which you could have them sent?

I'm sure we shall all be

very grateful to you...

very grateful, indeed, if

you'd have them sent there.

Now, I shan't apologize

for the tract.

It's really rather charming.

"All things bright and beautiful."

Thank you.

I'm just going down to the village to

leave instructions at the post office.

If you'll excuse me,

my Lord Bishop.

Of course. I'd give you

a lift on the tricycle

but I wanted to chat

with Sir Henry.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

I'm afraid you'll be expected

to open the sale, Sir Henry...

and judge the prettiest

mother and baby.

Do you know, dear old Sir

Charles, he loved doing that?

Yeah. He did, indeed.

I remember one occasion when

one of the babies wet...

Dear.

Don't move. Stay where you are.

I said not to move, sir.

You've no call to use that kind

of trap. It's unnecessarily cruel.

A man's got to live.

There are ways of killing

animals without torturing them.

Why don't you use a gun?

- I'm sorry.

- Besides, cartridges cost money.

Some of us haven't got any to spend.

It's a poor life on the moor, Sir Henry.

I'm afraid you've made a mistake.

My name is Watson...

though I'm staying

at Baskerville Hall.

- With Sir Henry?

- Yes.

Tell the new squire his new

neighbour would like to meet him.

I farm the lower pastures near the hall.

Have done for nearly a year.

Poor land it is, too.

- What name is it?

- Stapleton.

Very well. I'll tell Sir Henry.

I wonder, could you tell me how

to get to Baskerville Hall?

- I seem to have lost my way.

- You'll bear right at the fork.

Thank you.

Mr. Watson...

Don't step off the track or you'll

find yourself in Grimpen Mire.

Once in there, you'll

never get out.

Thank you.

Good morning.

I wonder, could you tell me, am I on

the right path to Baskerville Hall?

The track seems to end here.

Watch out!

The mire!

I say!

Cecile, come back!

Hold on.

You wait, my girl, I'll teach

you to come when I call.

Get the cart down as

near here as you can.

Be quick about it. Will you

do as you're told, girl?

I told you to watch out.

- Who is that girl?

- My daughter.

The moor's no place for a girl.

What was she frightened of?

There's a convict

escaped from the prison.

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