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Many
traces
we
found
of
him
in
the
bog-girt
island
where
he
had
hid
his
savage
ally
.
A
huge
driving-wheel
and
a
shaft
half-filled
with
rubbish
showed
the
position
of
an
abandoned
mine
.
Beside
it
were
the
crumbling
remains
of
the
cottages
of
the
miners
,
driven
away
no
doubt
by
the
foul
reek
of
the
surrounding
swamp
.
In
one
of
these
a
staple
and
chain
with
a
quantity
of
gnawed
bones
showed
where
the
animal
had
been
confined
.
A
skeleton
with
a
tangle
of
brown
hair
adhering
to
it
lay
among
the
debris
.
"
A
dog
!
"
said
Holmes
.
"
By
Jove
,
a
curly-haired
spaniel
.
Poor
Mortimer
will
never
see
his
pet
again
.
Well
,
I
do
not
know
that
this
place
contains
any
secret
which
we
have
not
already
fathomed
.
He
could
hide
his
hound
,
but
he
could
not
hush
its
voice
,
and
hence
came
those
cries
which
even
in
daylight
were
not
pleasant
to
hear
.
On
an
emergency
he
could
keep
the
hound
in
the
out-house
at
Merripit
,
but
it
was
always
a
risk
,
and
it
was
only
on
the
supreme
day
,
which
he
regarded
as
the
end
of
all
his
efforts
,
that
he
dared
do
it
.
This
paste
in
the
tin
is
no
doubt
the
luminous
mixture
with
which
the
creature
was
daubed
.
It
was
suggested
,
of
course
,
by
the
story
of
the
family
hell-hound
,
and
by
the
desire
to
frighten
old
Sir
Charles
to
death
.
No
wonder
the
poor
devil
of
a
convict
ran
and
screamed
,
even
as
our
friend
did
,
and
as
we
ourselves
might
have
done
,
when
he
saw
such
a
creature
bounding
through
the
darkness
of
the
moor
upon
his
track
.
It
was
a
cunning
device
,
for
,
apart
from
the
chance
of
driving
your
victim
to
his
death
,
what
peasant
would
venture
to
inquire
too
closely
into
such
a
creature
should
he
get
sight
of
it
,
as
many
have
done
,
upon
the
moor
?
I
said
it
in
London
,
Watson
,
and
I
say
it
again
now
,
that
never
yet
have
we
helped
to
hunt
down
a
more
dangerous
man
than
he
who
is
lying
yonder
"
--
he
swept
his
long
arm
towards
the
huge
mottled
expanse
of
green-splotched
bog
which
stretched
away
until
it
merged
into
the
russet
slopes
of
the
moor
.
It
was
the
end
of
November
and
Holmes
and
I
sat
,
upon
a
raw
and
foggy
night
,
on
either
side
of
a
blazing
fire
in
our
sitting-room
in
Baker
Street
.
Since
the
tragic
upshot
of
our
visit
to
Devonshire
he
had
been
engaged
in
two
affairs
of
the
utmost
importance
,
in
the
first
of
which
he
had
exposed
the
atrocious
conduct
of
Colonel
Upwood
in
connection
with
the
famous
card
scandal
of
the
Nonpareil
Club
,
while
in
the
second
he
had
defended
the
unfortunate
Mme.
Montpensier
from
the
charge
of
murder
which
hung
over
her
in
connection
with
the
death
of
her
step-daughter
,
Mlle.
Carere
,
the
young
lady
who
,
as
it
will
be
remembered
,
was
found
six
months
later
alive
and
married
in
New
York
.
My
friend
was
in
excellent
spirits
over
the
success
which
had
attended
a
succession
of
difficult
and
important
cases
,
so
that
I
was
able
to
induce
him
to
discuss
the
details
of
the
Baskerville
mystery
.
I
had
waited
patiently
for
the
opportunity
,
for
I
was
aware
that
he
would
never
permit
cases
to
overlap
,
and
that
his
clear
and
logical
mind
would
not
be
drawn
from
its
present
work
to
dwell
upon
memories
of
the
past
.
Sir
Henry
and
Dr.
Mortimer
were
,
however
,
in
London
,
on
their
way
to
that
long
voyage
which
had
been
recommended
for
the
restoration
of
his
shattered
nerves
.
They
had
called
upon
us
that
very
afternoon
,
so
that
it
was
natural
that
the
subject
should
come
up
for
discussion
.
"
The
whole
course
of
events
,
"
said
Holmes
,
"
from
the
point
of
view
of
the
man
who
called
himself
Stapleton
was
simple
and
direct
,
although
to
us
,
who
had
no
means
in
the
beginning
of
knowing
the
motives
of
his
actions
and
could
only
learn
part
of
the
facts
,
it
all
appeared
exceedingly
complex
.
I
have
had
the
advantage
of
two
conversations
with
Mrs.
Stapleton
,
and
the
case
has
now
been
so
entirely
cleared
up
that
I
am
not
aware
that
there
is
anything
which
has
remained
a
secret
to
us
.
You
will
find
a
few
notes
upon
the
matter
under
the
heading
B
in
my
indexed
list
of
cases
.
"
"
Perhaps
you
would
kindly
give
me
a
sketch
of
the
course
of
events
from
memory
.
"
"
Certainly
,
though
I
can
not
guarantee
that
I
carry
all
the
facts
in
my
mind
.
Intense
mental
concentration
has
a
curious
way
of
blotting
out
what
has
passed
.
The
barrister
who
has
his
case
at
his
fingers
'
ends
,
and
is
able
to
argue
with
an
expert
upon
his
own
subject
finds
that
a
week
or
two
of
the
courts
will
drive
it
all
out
of
his
head
once
more
.
So
each
of
my
cases
displaces
the
last
,
and
Mlle.
Carere
has
blurred
my
recollection
of
Baskerville
Hall
.
To-morrow
some
other
little
problem
may
be
submitted
to
my
notice
which
will
in
turn
dispossess
the
fair
French
lady
and
the
infamous
Upwood
.
So
far
as
the
case
of
the
Hound
goes
,
however
,
I
will
give
you
the
course
of
events
as
nearly
as
I
can
,
and
you
will
suggest
anything
which
I
may
have
forgotten
.
"
My
inquiries
show
beyond
all
question
that
the
family
portrait
did
not
lie
,
and
that
this
fellow
was
indeed
a
Baskerville
.
He
was
a
son
of
that
Rodger
Baskerville
,
the
younger
brother
of
Sir
Charles
,
who
fled
with
a
sinister
reputation
to
South
America
,
where
he
was
said
to
have
died
unmarried
.
He
did
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
marry
,
and
had
one
child
,
this
fellow
,
whose
real
name
is
the
same
as
his
father
's
.
He
married
Beryl
Garcia
,
one
of
the
beauties
of
Costa
Rica
,
and
,
having
purloined
a
considerable
sum
of
public
money
,
he
changed
his
name
to
Vandeleur
and
fled
to
England
,
where
he
established
a
school
in
the
east
of
Yorkshire
.
His
reason
for
attempting
this
special
line
of
business
was
that
he
had
struck
up
an
acquaintance
with
a
consumptive
tutor
upon
the
voyage
home
,
and
that
he
had
used
this
man
's
ability
to
make
the
undertaking
a
success
.
Fraser
,
the
tutor
,
died
however
,
and
the
school
which
had
begun
well
sank
from
disrepute
into
infamy
.
The
Vandeleurs
found
it
convenient
to
change
their
name
to
Stapleton
,
and
he
brought
the
remains
of
his
fortune
,
his
schemes
for
the
future
,
and
his
taste
for
entomology
to
the
south
of
England
.
I
learned
at
the
British
Museum
that
he
was
a
recognized
authority
upon
the
subject
,
and
that
the
name
of
Vandeleur
has
been
permanently
attached
to
a
certain
moth
which
he
had
,
in
his
Yorkshire
days
,
been
the
first
to
describe
.
"
We
now
come
to
that
portion
of
his
life
which
has
proved
to
be
of
such
intense
interest
to
us
.
The
fellow
had
evidently
made
inquiry
and
found
that
only
two
lives
intervened
between
him
and
a
valuable
estate
.
When
he
went
to
Devonshire
his
plans
were
,
I
believe
,
exceedingly
hazy
,
but
that
he
meant
mischief
from
the
first
is
evident
from
the
way
in
which
he
took
his
wife
with
him
in
the
character
of
his
sister
.
The
idea
of
using
her
as
a
decoy
was
clearly
already
in
his
mind
,
though
he
may
not
have
been
certain
how
the
details
of
his
plot
were
to
be
arranged
.
He
meant
in
the
end
to
have
the
estate
,
and
he
was
ready
to
use
any
tool
or
run
any
risk
for
that
end
.
His
first
act
was
to
establish
himself
as
near
to
his
ancestral
home
as
he
could
,
and
his
second
was
to
cultivate
a
friendship
with
Sir
Charles
Baskerville
and
with
the
neighbours
.
