The Hound of the Baskervilles Page #6

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I'd have provided a

braise of pheasant.

It's a pity you didn't think of

bringing that inferno violin of yours,

to regale me with some

of your enchanting music.

I did, my dear Watson.

Anything to oblige.

Well, if you've had enough to eat, Watson,

and you're feeling in better spirits,

I think we better

be getting along.

Getting along where,

if I'm not prying?

I'm returning with you

to Baskerville Hall.

There are still some gaps

to be filled in,

but all in all, things are

becoming a little clearer.

Not to me, I assure you.

It's still a hopeless jumble.

Mr. Frankland, Dr. Mortimer,

the Barrymans,

put it all together

and what have you got?

Murder, my dear Watson,

refined, cold-blooded murder.

Murder?

There's no doubt about it

in my mind.

Or, perhaps I should say

in my imagination.

But that's where crimes are conceived

and where they're solved,

in the imagination.

But there's been no murder,

unless you mean Sir Charles.

And the facts clearly indicated

that he died from heart failure.

That's why so many

murders remain unsolved.

People will stick to facts

even though they prove nothing.

Now, if we go beyond facts,

use our imagination

as to criminal does,

imagine what might have

happened and act upon it,

as I've been trying to do

in this case,

we usually find

ourselves justified.

- Then you know? - Another day or

two at the most, and I will know.

My one fear is that the murder

will strike before we're ready.

In that case..

What's that?

Where's it coming from?

- There.

- No, no, no there!

The hound.

Come on Watson, quick!

Look!

Sir Henry!

He must have run along that

bridge and fallen over the cliff.

He's dead.

His skull is crushed in.

The convict!

Thank heaven!

What?

That's the man I shot at

the night we arrived,

the man Barryman was signaling to.

Who is it?

The Notting Hill murderer.

He escaped from prison last month

and hiding on the

moor ever since.

The Notting Hill murderer?

Do you mean that he's

responsible for all this?

That remains to be seen.

But he's wearing

Sir Henry's clothes.

Yes, yes, that accounts for it.

- Accounts for what?

- For the hound.

These clothes were the cause

of that poor devil's death.

Do you mean that the hound

was after Sir Henry?

Yes, and mistook the convict for him

because of the scent of the clothes.

Do you remember that

missing boot, Watson?

Why do you suppose the brown one,

the one that had never been worn,

was so mysteriously replaced

and the black one taken?

- Why? - Because a boot

that had never been worn

wouldn't have had the scent of

the owner, and the black one had.

But how does this convict come to

be wearing Sir Henry's clothes?

Oh, well, that's simple enough.

Why, Dr. Watson!

Is somebody hurt?

Who's this?

The convict who

escaped from Princeton.

Oh, how terrible.

I heard a cry, that's what

brought me over here.

What's your theory about it,

Mr. Holmes?

You're quick at identification.

Oh, everybody knows you, sir.

As a matter of fact, we've

been expecting you down here.

- My name's Stapleton.

- How do you do?

You came in time

to see a tragedy.

Yes, it's a most unpleasant

remembrance for me

to take back to London tomorrow.

But must you go so soon?

I've been looking forward

to meeting you.

Yes, yes, I'm afraid I must.

We've been hoping, Mr. Holmes, that

you may be able to shed some light

on the occurrences that

have puzzled us down here.

Yes, but an investigator needs

something more than legends and rumors.

Oh, quite so.

Give me a hand, will you,

Watson.

We better put this poor fellow in

one of the huts till the morning.

Let me give you a hand.

Oh, I think we can manage

all right, thank you.

Where's Sir Henry, Barryman?

In the library, sir.

Oh, Barryman,

if your wife's still up,

...will you tell her Mr. Sherlock Holmes

would like a word with her?

- Sherlock Holmes?

- Yes.

- Yes, sir.

- Thank you.

Sir Henry.

Holmes.

Oh, I'm glad to see you

so well, Sir Henry.

- Why didn't you tell me

Mr. Holmes was coming? - Well, I'm..

Oh, he didn't know. We ran across

each other in the village.

I am glad to see you.

What is it, Barryman?

Oh, I asked to see Mrs. Barryman,

if you don't mind, Sir Henry?

Of course not.

Come in, Mrs. Barryman.

I think you better sit down.

Thank you, sir,

I prefer to stand.

I'm afraid I have some

rather bad news for you.

What is it?

Well, it's going to be

a bit of a shock.

Oh, they've caught him.

Your, your brother..

They'll hang him for sure.

No, Mrs. Barryman,

he's beyond the law now.

He's in more merciful hands.

We came across the poor fellow

as we were crossing the moor.

He must have missed his footing

and fallen over the cliff.

No further need, Barryman, to

signal to him from the window

or take food out to him or

give him Sir Henry's

discarded clothes.

I'm sorry, Sir Henry.

It is all my doing?

Barryman here

wanted to tell you all along

so as you could notify

the police.

It was he was my kin,

my own kin,

even though he wasn't

never any good.

We understand.

You won't hold it against

Barryman will you, sir?

Of course not.

Now, take her along,

see that she's all right.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, Sir Henry.

Well, it's nice to get that end

cleared up,

for their sake as well as mine.

It clears up everything,

I think, Sir Henry.

That poor devil must have been

completely demented.

And that accounts for

those dreadful noises..

...that we've been hearing

from time to time. - Exactly.

Your troubles are over,

Sir Henry.

I really am most grateful,

Mr. Holmes.

Oh, not at all,

I've done little enough.

But you can sleep peacefully

in your bed now

and commence to lead the life

of a happy country squire.

Well, not for a little bit,

I'm afraid.

- I'm off to Canada again.

- Canada?

Beryl, Miss Stapleton and I,

are going to be married.

Miss Stapleton?

A very charming young lady.

Congratulations.

Everything's arranged.

Her brother's giving us a

farewell party tomorrow night.

We'll be married in London

the following day,

and then off for a honeymoon

to Canada.

- My congratulations, too,

Sir Henry. - Thanks.

What luck you're here.

You and Dr. Watson

will be with us tomorrow night!

No, I'm sorry, I...

I'm afraid I can't.

I must hurry back to London,

and so should you too, Watson.

We'll have to report to the police here

about that convict in the morning,

but there's a train leaving

early in the afternoon.

Oh, what a pity! Beryl will be

dreadfully disappointed.

Now, we'll remedy that

when you come up to London.

You must..

You must dine with us

before you sail.

Well, there's the old boy

himself, Sir Hugo.

Hugo,

the Beast of the Baskervilles.

Not a bad bit of brushwork, by

Ransom, one of the minor painters.

Oh, I don't imagine

it's very valuable.

I can't quite agree with you,

Sir Henry.

One day it might prove

to be of the greatest value.

Well, we must be going.

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