The Hound of the Baskervilles Page #2

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Dead.

"Then, from just over a rise,

they heard sounds so hideous

that the blood froze

in their veins,

and looking up, they beheld..."

"Before we could get at him,

Sir Hugo was dead,

his body literally

torn to shreds.

Such is the history

of the hound

that has cursed the

Baskerville family ever since.

Many having been

unhappy in their death,

that have been sudden,

violent, and mysterious."

Well, Mr. Holmes?

Interesting.

Very interesting.

- What do you think?

- I don't know.

But Sir Henry is arriving

from Canada tomorrow.

Please understand my dilemma,

my responsibility.

I was Sir Charles' best friend.

My duty is to protect that boy.

If I should take him down

there to Baskerville Hall,

...and anything happened to him..

- What I'd suggest, Dr. Mortimer,

is that when Sir Henry arrives,

you bring him here.

Oh, thank you,

thank you, Mr. Holmes.

You don't know what a load

you've taken off my mind.

- Good night, Dr. Watson.

- Good night, sir.

You've left your stick again.

Oh, thank you.

By the by, Dr. Mortimer,

you have a dog?

I have no dog.

Then how do you

account for these marks?

Evidently the teeth marks

of a dog.

I used to have a dog,

a small Spaniel,

but it died.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Well, Holmes,

what do you make of it?

Do you think there's

anything in it?

Good heavens, you're not going to start

scratching on that infernal thing, are you?

Dear old Watson.

Well, goodbye, Sir Henry.

If you ever go back to Canada,

be sure you sail with us.

Thanks,

you've all been wonderful.

Very best of luck, sir.

And the same to you, sir.

This way, Sir Henry.

Thank you, sir.

- And you.

- Thank you, Sir Henry.

- And you.

- Thank you, sir.

Sir Henry?

Oh, it's too bad it's all over,

just when you and Betsy Anne were

really getting to know each other.

Oh, but we are going to

see one another in London,

aren't we, Sir Henry?

Oh, I should love to,

but I have to go down to

the country, unfortunately.

To your ancestral estate?

How exciting.

Perhaps, Betsy Anne,

if you're very good,

Sir Henry will ask us

to visit him.

Of course, yes.

- We're staying at The Savoy.

- Don't forget.

- I won't.

- Bye.

Goodbye.

Sir Henry?

Yes.

I'm Dr. Mortimer.

Your uncle was my best friend.

How do you do? Thank you

for coming to meet me.

Not at all, my dear boy.

Did you have a pleasant trip?

Splendid, thank you.

I've taken rooms for you at the

Northhumberland Hotel,

where I'm stopping.

Fine.

I assume you'll be staying

in London for a few days?

Yes, I haven't seen it

since I was a boy.

- Thank you, sir.

- Northhumberland Hotel.

Sir Charles' death was a

great personal loss to me.

I was more than his doctor..

What's this?

What are those words?

You mind, Sir Henry?

No, not at all.

What do you make of it,

Mr. Holmes?

Why do you think that last

word is printed in ink?

Oh, that's simple enough.

The words have been snipped

from The London Times,

that's evident

from the typography.

But the word "moor"

is an unusual word.

Your correspondent evidently

couldn't find it in the newspaper.

You'll admit, Dr. Mortimer, there's

nothing supernatural about this.

Supernatural?

Tell me, Sir Henry,

has anything else unusual

happened to you today

since your arrival in London?

I can't think of anything,

unless you'd say that losing

one of your boots is unusual.

- You lost one of your boots? - Yes, and

brand new ones too, never had them on.

I put them outside the door

to be cleaned,

and when I went to fetch them,

there was only one there.

Brand new boots and you

put them out to be cleaned?

They were tan ones, Dr. Watson.

It prevents them from scratching

to have them polished first

Now will you please tell me

what this is all about?

Dr. Mortimer bringing me here

to see you, this letter?

It's about you, Sir Henry, your

inheritance in Baskerville Hall.

And Dr. Mortimer thinks that it might

not be safe for you to go down there.

- Safe?

- On account of a hound,

a wild, supernatural monster..

...that has cursed you Baskervilles

for the last two to 300 years.

Ho, ho, that sounds grand!

A family ghost, eh?

Why did you tell me about

this before, Dr. Mortimer?

Well, Mr. Holmes suggested..

He's going to tell you

about it now, Sir Henry.

Take him back to the hotel,

Dr. Mortimer.

Show him that old document tell him

everything, the whole business.

I'll join you a little later.

Come on, we'll stroll back.

You can tell me on the way.

This is not something to joke

about, Sir Henry, believe me.

See you presently.

Good night.

What's up?

Shh.

- Come on, Watson.

- What's up, now?

- Where are we going?

- You'll see soon enough.

We've not a moment to lose.

Newspaper.

Get your evening paper.

Keep your eye on that hansom.

This letter dates back

to about 1650.

Paper, get your evening paper.

Get your paper, evening paper.

Evening paper, sir,

get your evening paper.

Get your paper, evening paper.

Evening paper, sir?

Tells all the latest news

that's going on, sir.

- Tells you all about it.

- Thank you, sir.

Evening paper.

A dissident, drunken fellow...

He was a decadent...

Look out, stop!

Whip up, cabby.

Whip up, I say.

Very good, sir.

- Who was it? - I don't know,

but it's just as I expected.

- Hadn't we better hurry on

and warn them? - No, no, no.

They're not in any danger now.

Here's the number

of that hansom.

Find out from Scotland Yard

who the cabbie is

and if you can,

fetch him along to the hotel.

I'll do my best.

Well, now that Dr. Mortimer

has told you everything,

what have you decided?

To go there, of course.

Good, that's what I thought

you'd say.

And if Dr. Mortimer

would only guarantee

that this supernatural hound

of his would really appear,

I'm all the ready.

Oh, don't say that, my boy.

Sounds like a bogy story they tell

kids to frighten them at night,

- isn't it, Mr. Holmes?

- Yes, rather.

It might interesting to know,

however,

that you were shadowed

from my house.

Shadowed?

Yes, and probably have been ever

since you arrived in London.

By whom?

I don't know.

A man in a hansom.

He must have seen me run after

him and have the cabbie dash off.

Oh, by the by.

- Did you ever discover

your mislaid boot? - No

Hello.

The brown one's here,

but one of the black one's gone.

I'll ring for the chambermaid,

perhaps she can explain.

Yes, do.

Now, why should anyone

want to take an odd boot

and then exchange a

brand new one for an old one?

Can you explain it, Mr. Holmes?

No, no, I can't.

Come in?

Did you ring, sir?

Yes, about that boot of mine?

Oh, I haven't found it yet, sir. I've

made inquiries all over the hotel.

Well, it's back, the brown one, but

now one of my black one is gone.

Oh, sir, that is odd.

Who else except yourself

has access to this apartment?

Only the housekeeper, sir, and

she wouldn't do a thing like that.

- No, no, no, of course not.

- I'm terribly sorry, sir,

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