The Hound of the Baskervilles Page #5

No, Watson. You were right.

This was the place. Look at this.

Here's another trace...

and another.

You can see where

they're leading to.

- Barrymore!

- Sir?

Tell Perkins to bring the cart

up to the ruins, then follow us.

- Yes, sir.

- We won't find the body down here.

By heavens, what's

been going on here?

The Baskerville crest,

engraved on the hilt.

Mr. Holmes!

As I thought. Selden.

His body's been mutilated.

Some revolting sacrificial

rite has been performed.

What depths a human

being can sink to.

What human being

could have done this?

That is precisely what

I intend to find out.

- You rang for me, sir?

- I did, Mrs. Barrymore. Sit down, please.

- No, thank you, sir. I prefer to stand.

- As you wish.

I want to ask you and your husband a

few questions, if you don't mind.

- How long have you been married?

- Married?

- Must be almost five years now, isn't it?

- Is that right, Miss Selden?

Yes, sir. We got married about...

Please, sit down.

Your name was Selden before

you married, wasn't it?

And the convict who

escaped was your brother?

- How did you know?

- Your brother told me.

- He's dead, sir, isn't he?

- Yes, I'm afraid he is.

How did it happen?

You gave Selden some of Sir

Henry's clothes, didn't you?

Well, I...

Someone, or something...

mistook your brother for Sir Henry.

You mustn't blame my husband, sir.

I gave him the clothes.

Sir Henry said I might take

them for the village sale.

Buy why should they have them...

when my brother was out on

the moor, cold and hungry?

Thank you, sir.

I know he was bad, sir,

but he was ill, really...

and he was my brother.

You can't leave someone you love

out there, cold and starving.

I understand. It might help you

to know he also told me...

he would never let them

recapture him alive.

Come along, my dear.

Poor woman.

I suppose when Sir Henry and

I arrived here at the hall...

she found it difficult to

get food to her brother.

They arranged a signal with

the candle at the window...

to show him the coast was clear.

Couldn't they be charged with

helping an escaped convict?

They could, but they won't.

I've satisfied the local police.

What's the next move?

"All things bright and beautiful,

all creatures great and small."

I wonder if that

includes tarantulas.

Tarantulas?

But, Holmes...

- A gentlemen to see you, my lord.

- Good, good. Just in time.

Yes, I'm still having trouble with it.

Will you come and have a look at it?

Of course, I'm not

an engineering man,

but it seems this

eccentric is malaligned.

Or perhaps if this cam were

buffed to another thou or so...

it might make all the

difference, don't you think?

- Or perhaps a shim.

- Graphite grease.

What?

Of course, yes. I have got some.

- Do you know, I never thought of it?

- Allow me.

Thank you.

Yes. Silly of me.

- Yes.

- Thank you.

There you are.

You'll want that. Yeah.

Now let's see.

Wonderful, wonderful.

That's done the trick, yeah.

I wish Mrs. Goodliffe would

leave those windows alone.

Never mind. Take a glass

of sherry before you go.

- Bishop Frankland, I...

- Nonsense.

A little wine, for your stomach's

sake. That's in the Bible.

I think you'll like this.

What do I owe you for your trouble,

and your fare from Exeter, of course?

My Lord, you've mistaken

me for someone else.

No. Only somebody from

Warburton and Crawley...

could have solved that problem.

Nevertheless, I am not from

Warburton and Crawley.

- Not?

- My name is Sherlock Holmes.

I am staying with Sir

Henry Baskerville.

Allow me to shake the hand of the

country's greatest detective.

That case of the Bermondsey

forgery, that was first class.

Thank you. And I am pleased to meet

our most distinguished entomologist.

You've heard of me? How flattering.

I know the directors

of the Regents Zoo...

regard you as the highest living

authority on the study of rare spiders.

Spiders?

It is about that subject

that I have come to see you.

- The species of the genus Theraphosa.

- Tarantula.

Everybody's asking me about

tarantulas these days.

No.

I'm afraid I can't help

you on that subject.

How very disappointing...

because I've found one.

- Found one? Have you, by Jove?

- Dead, fortunately.

Pity. Never mind.

Where did you find it,

somewhere about the village?

- No. In London.

- Up there.

Nevertheless...

it was the same

spider that you lost.

No, impossible. Far too far away.

Are you suggesting that

I've lost a spider?

I'm afraid I am.

You have, haven't you?

You lost a spider sent to you from

the London Zoo about five days ago.

- Are you interested in butterflies?

- My Lord, I must insist.

Will it help if I tell you I am fighting

evil, fighting it as surely as you do?

Yes. Very well. I did

lose a tarantula.

I missed it last Thursday. I've been

worried out of my life ever since.

They're dangerous.

So I understand. But you needn't

worry any longer. The spider is dead.

Now, it is important that you

answer this question correctly.

What visitors did you have on the

day you missed the tarantula?

Visitors?

That's difficult because

Thursday's my at-home day.

I mean, a lot of people like to

look in for sherry and a chat.

Let me see. There was

old Mrs. Smythe.

Poor woman. Drinks.

Yes. Dr. Mortimer before lunch.

Dear old Mortimer. How he talks.

The Stapletons to tea.

The man about the

woodworm in the belfry.

Fascinating little creatures. But the

church is full of them, you know?

I'm extremely sorry to hear that.

And the man's name?

- Smith, I think.

- And no one else?

Last Thursday? No.

Thank you, my Lord,

that is all I wish to know.

It has been most kind of

you and most helpful.

And thank you for helping

me with my telescope.

- Not at all.

- Remarkable instrument.

It's surprising what you can

see through a good telescope.

Now, what's going on

in the big world?

There's Sir Henry.

Where's he off to?

Dear me, this is very interesting.

Come have a look.

Come here. Come have a look.

He's gone.

Anybody at home?

Mr. Stapleton?

Why did you come here?

I'm sorry. You must think me

very rude, but I did knock.

I've come to see your father.

He's not here. He's gone

to Baskerville Hall.

Has he? May I ask why?

To invite you and your

friends to dinner tonight.

That's very kind of him.

Would you like some cider?

Thank you very much. I would.

What time are we

expected to arrive?

You mean, you will come?

I'm looking forward to it.

It won't be like Baskerville Hall.

I haven't spent all my life

at Baskerville Hall, Cecile.

- I like your home.

- This is not my home.

My home is in Spain.

You were looking at the

picture of my parents.

My mother was a fine woman...

a fine Spanish woman.

She would hear nothing

of living in England.

She was born in Spain, and

there she would die, she said.

She did die.

We came here to England.

My father spent all the

money we had saved...

to come back to England to become a

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