He now took the stick from my hands and examined it for a few minutes with his naked eyes.

Dr. Mortimer drew a folded newspaper out of his pocket.

Being himself childless, it was his openly expressed desire that the whole countryside should, within his own lifetime, profit by his good fortune, and many will have personal reasons for bewailing his untimely end.

“The circumstances connected with the death of Sir Charles cannot be said to have been entirely cleared up by the investigation, but at least enough has been done to dispose of those rumours to which local superstition has given rise.

There is no reason whatever to suspect foul play, or to imagine that death could be from any but natural causes.

I stood upon the hearth_rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before.

I stood upon the hearth_rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before.

Just under the head was a broad silver band nearly an inch across.

It was just such a stick as the old_fashioned family practitioner used to carry— dignified, solid, and reassuring.

I asked with some self_importance. are placed before that hospital the words does stand for what further inferences may we draw?”

I asked with some self_importance. are placed before that hospital the words does stand for what further inferences may we draw?”

said I, From my small medical shelf I took down the Medical Directory and turned up the name.

There was such a ring of conviction in his voice that I glanced up in surprise.

The appearance of our visitor was a surprise to me, since I had expected a typical country practitioner.

said Holmes. said Holmes, shaking his head.

The man drew out paper and tobacco and twirled the one up in the other with surprising dexterity.

The man drew out paper and tobacco and twirled the one up in the other with surprising dexterity.

Holmes was silent, but his little darting glances showed me the interest which he took in our curious companion. said he at last,

I looked over his shoulder at the yellow paper and the faded script.

“Of the origin of the Hound of the Baskervilles there have been many statements, yet as I come in a direct line from Hugo Baskerville, and as I had the story from my father, who also had it from his, I have set it down with all belief that it occurred even as is here set forth.

“Know then that in the time of the Great Rebellion this Manor of Baskerville was held by Hugo of that name, nor can it be gainsaid that he was a most wild, profane, and godless man. This, in truth, his neighbours might have pardoned, seeing that saints have never flourished in those parts, but there was in him a certain wanton and cruel humour.

“Know then that in the time of the Great Rebellion this Manor of Baskerville was held by Hugo of that name, nor can it be gainsaid that he was a most wild, profane, and godless man. This, in truth, his neighbours might have pardoned, seeing that saints have never flourished in those parts, but there was in him a certain wanton and cruel humour.

So it came to pass that one Michaelmas this Hugo, with five or six of his idle and wicked companions, stole down upon the farm and carried off the maiden.

Now, the poor lass upstairs was like to have her wits turned at the singing and shouting and terrible oaths which came up to her from below.

At last in the stress of her fear she did that which might have daunted the bravest or most active man, for by the aid of the growth of ivy which covered (and still covers) the south wall she came down from under the eaves, and ran homeward across the moor .

At last in the stress of her fear she did that which might have daunted the bravest or most active man, for by the aid of the growth of ivy which covered (and still covers) the south wall she came down from under the eaves, and ran homeward across the moor .

At last in the stress of her fear she did that which might have daunted the bravest or most active man, for by the aid of the growth of ivy which covered (and still covers) the south wall she came down from under the eaves, and ran homeward across the moor .

At last in the stress of her fear she did that which might have daunted the bravest or most active man, for by the aid of the growth of ivy which covered (and still covers) the south wall she came down from under the eaves, and ran homeward across the moor .

And while the revellers stood aghast at the fury of the man, one more wicked or, it may be, more drunken than the rest, cried out that they should put the hounds upon her.

But soon their skins turned cold, for there came a galloping across the moor, and the black mare went past with trailing bridle and empty saddle.

Riding slowly they came at last upon the hounds. These, though known for their courage and their breed, were whimpering in a cluster at the head of a deep dip or goyal, as we call it, upon the moor, some slinking away and some, with starting hackles and staring eyes, gazing down the narrow valley before them.

“The company had come to a halt, more sober men, as you may guess, than when they started.

The most of them would by no means advance, but three of them, the boldest, or it may be the most drunken, rode forward down the goyal. Now, it opened into a broad space in which stood two of those great stones, still to be seen there, which were set by certain forgotten peoples in the days of old.

And even as they looked the thing tore the throat out of Hugo Baskerville, on which, as it turned its blazing eyes and dripping jaws upon them, the three shrieked with fear and rode for dear life, still screaming, across the moor. One, it is said, died that very night of what he had seen, and the other twain were but broken men for the rest of their days.

When Dr. Mortimer had finished reading this singular narrative he pushed his spectacles up on his forehead and stared across at Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

In these days of nouveaux riches it is refreshing to find a case where the descendant of an old county family which has fallen upon evil days is able to make his own fortune and to bring it back with him to restore the fallen grandeur of his line.

In these days of nouveaux riches it is refreshing to find a case where the descendant of an old county family which has fallen upon evil days is able to make his own fortune and to bring it back with him to restore the fallen grandeur of his line.

More wise than those who go on until the wheel turns against them, he realized his gains and returned to England with them.

It is only two years since he took up his residence at Baskerville Hall, and it is common talk how large were those schemes of reconstruction and improvement which have been interrupted by his death.

Being himself childless, it was his openly expressed desire that the whole countryside should, within his own lifetime, profit by his good fortune, and many will have personal reasons for bewailing his untimely end.

“The circumstances connected with the death of Sir Charles cannot be said to have been entirely cleared up by the investigation, but at least enough has been done to dispose of those rumours to which local superstition has given rise.

“The circumstances connected with the death of Sir Charles cannot be said to have been entirely cleared up by the investigation, but at least enough has been done to dispose of those rumours to which local superstition has given rise.

Sir Charles was a widower, and a man who may be said to have been in some ways of an eccentric habit of mind.

In spite of his considerable wealth he was simple in his personal tastes, and his indoor servants at Baskerville Hall consisted of a married couple named Barrymore, the husband acting as butler and the wife as housekeeper.

Their evidence, confirmed by that of several friends, tends to show that Sir Charles's health has for some time been impaired, and points especially to some affection of the heart, manifesting itself in changes of colour, breathlessness, and acute attacks of nervous depression.

That night he went out as usual for his nocturnal walk, in the course of which he was in the habit of smoking a cigar.

The day had been wet, and Sir Charles's footmarks were easily traced down the alley.

Halfway down this walk there is a gate which leads out on to the moor.

There were indications that Sir Charles had stood for some little time here.

He then proceeded down the alley, and it was

I should guess that to be the Something Hunt, the local hunt to whose members he has possibly given some surgical assistance, and which has made him a small presentation in return.” said Holmes, pushing back his chair and lighting a cigarette.

More wise than those who go on until the wheel turns against them, he realized his gains and returned to England with them.

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