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All
this
,
however
,
is
foreign
to
the
mission
on
which
you
sent
me
and
will
probably
be
very
uninteresting
to
your
severely
practical
mind
.
I
can
still
remember
your
complete
indifference
as
to
whether
the
sun
moved
round
the
earth
or
the
earth
round
the
sun
.
Let
me
,
therefore
,
return
to
the
facts
concerning
Sir
Henry
Baskerville
.
If
you
have
not
had
any
report
within
the
last
few
days
it
is
because
up
to
to-day
there
was
nothing
of
importance
to
relate
.
Then
a
very
surprising
circumstance
occurred
,
which
I
shall
tell
you
in
due
course
.
But
,
first
of
all
,
I
must
keep
you
in
touch
with
some
of
the
other
factors
in
the
situation
.
One
of
these
,
concerning
which
I
have
said
little
,
is
the
escaped
convict
upon
the
moor
.
There
is
strong
reason
now
to
believe
that
he
has
got
right
away
,
which
is
a
considerable
relief
to
the
lonely
householders
of
this
district
.
A
fortnight
has
passed
since
his
flight
,
during
which
he
has
not
been
seen
and
nothing
has
been
heard
of
him
.
It
is
surely
inconceivable
that
he
could
have
held
out
upon
the
moor
during
all
that
time
.
Of
course
,
so
far
as
his
concealment
goes
there
is
no
difficulty
at
all
.
Any
one
of
these
stone
huts
would
give
him
a
hiding-place
.
But
there
is
nothing
to
eat
unless
he
were
to
catch
and
slaughter
one
of
the
moor
sheep
.
We
think
,
therefore
,
that
he
has
gone
,
and
the
outlying
farmers
sleep
the
better
in
consequence
.
We
are
four
able-bodied
men
in
this
household
,
so
that
we
could
take
good
care
of
ourselves
,
but
I
confess
that
I
have
had
uneasy
moments
when
I
have
thought
of
the
Stapletons
.
They
live
miles
from
any
help
.
There
are
one
maid
,
an
old
manservant
,
the
sister
,
and
the
brother
,
the
latter
not
a
very
strong
man
.
They
would
be
helpless
in
the
hands
of
a
desperate
fellow
like
this
Notting
Hill
criminal
,
if
he
could
once
effect
an
entrance
.
Both
Sir
Henry
and
I
were
concerned
at
their
situation
,
and
it
was
suggested
that
Perkins
the
groom
should
go
over
to
sleep
there
,
but
Stapleton
would
not
hear
of
it
.
The
fact
is
that
our
friend
,
the
baronet
,
begins
to
display
a
considerable
interest
in
our
fair
neighbour
.
It
is
not
to
be
wondered
at
,
for
time
hangs
heavily
in
this
lonely
spot
to
an
active
man
like
him
,
and
she
is
a
very
fascinating
and
beautiful
woman
.
There
is
something
tropical
and
exotic
about
her
which
forms
a
singular
contrast
to
her
cool
and
unemotional
brother
.
Yet
he
also
gives
the
idea
of
hidden
fires
.
He
has
certainly
a
very
marked
influence
over
her
,
for
I
have
seen
her
continually
glance
at
him
as
she
talked
as
if
seeking
approbation
for
what
she
said
.
I
trust
that
he
is
kind
to
her
.
There
is
a
dry
glitter
in
his
eyes
,
and
a
firm
set
of
his
thin
lips
,
which
goes
with
a
positive
and
possibly
a
harsh
nature
.
You
would
find
him
an
interesting
study
.
He
came
over
to
call
upon
Baskerville
on
that
first
day
,
and
the
very
next
morning
he
took
us
both
to
show
us
the
spot
where
the
legend
of
the
wicked
Hugo
is
supposed
to
have
had
its
origin
.
It
was
an
excursion
of
some
miles
across
the
moor
to
a
place
which
is
so
dismal
that
it
might
have
suggested
the
story
.
We
found
a
short
valley
between
rugged
tors
which
led
to
an
open
,
grassy
space
flecked
over
with
the
white
cotton
grass
.
In
the
middle
of
it
rose
two
great
stones
,
worn
and
sharpened
at
the
upper
end
,
until
they
looked
like
the
huge
corroding
fangs
of
some
monstrous
beast
.
In
every
way
it
corresponded
with
the
scene
of
the
old
tragedy
.
Sir
Henry
was
much
interested
and
asked
Stapleton
more
than
once
whether
he
did
really
believe
in
the
possibility
of
the
interference
of
the
supernatural
in
the
affairs
of
men
.
He
spoke
lightly
,
but
it
was
evident
that
he
was
very
much
in
earnest
.
Stapleton
was
guarded
in
his
replies
,
but
it
was
easy
to
see
that
he
said
less
than
he
might
,
and
that
he
would
not
express
his
whole
opinion
out
of
consideration
for
the
feelings
of
the
baronet
.
He
told
us
of
similar
cases
,
where
families
had
suffered
from
some
evil
influence
,
and
he
left
us
with
the
impression
that
he
shared
the
popular
view
upon
the
matter
.
On
our
way
back
we
stayed
for
lunch
at
Merripit
House
,
and
it
was
there
that
Sir
Henry
made
the
acquaintance
of
Miss
Stapleton
.
From
the
first
moment
that
he
saw
her
he
appeared
to
be
strongly
attracted
by
her
,
and
I
am
much
mistaken
if
the
feeling
was
not
mutual
.
He
referred
to
her
again
and
again
on
our
walk
home
,
and
since
then
hardly
a
day
has
passed
that
we
have
not
seen
something
of
the
brother
and
sister
.
They
dine
here
to-night
,
and
there
is
some
talk
of
our
going
to
them
next
week
.
One
would
imagine
that
such
a
match
would
be
very
welcome
to
Stapleton
,
and
yet
I
have
more
than
once
caught
a
look
of
the
strongest
disapprobation
in
his
face
when
Sir
Henry
has
been
paying
some
attention
to
his
sister
.
He
is
much
attached
to
her
,
no
doubt
,
and
would
lead
a
lonely
life
without
her
,
but
it
would
seem
the
height
of
selfishness
if
he
were
to
stand
in
the
way
of
her
making
so
brilliant
a
marriage
.
Yet
I
am
certain
that
he
does
not
wish
their
intimacy
to
ripen
into
love
,
and
I
have
several
times
observed
that
he
has
taken
pains
to
prevent
them
from
being
tete-a-tete
.
By
the
way
,
your
instructions
to
me
never
to
allow
Sir
Henry
to
go
out
alone
will
become
very
much
more
onerous
if
a
love
affair
were
to
be
added
to
our
other
difficulties
.
My
popularity
would
soon
suffer
if
I
were
to
carry
out
your
orders
to
the
letter
.
The
other
day
--
Thursday
,
to
be
more
exact
--
Dr.
Mortimer
lunched
with
us
.
He
has
been
excavating
a
barrow
at
Long
Down
,
and
has
got
a
prehistoric
skull
which
fills
him
with
great
joy
.
Never
was
there
such
a
single-minded
enthusiast
as
he
!
The
Stapletons
came
in
afterwards
,
and
the
good
doctor
took
us
all
to
the
Yew
Alley
,
at
Sir
Henry
's
request
,
to
show
us
exactly
how
everything
occurred
upon
that
fatal
night
.
It
is
a
long
,
dismal
walk
,
the
Yew
Alley
,
between
two
high
walls
of
clipped
hedge
,
with
a
narrow
band
of
grass
upon
either
side
.
At
the
far
end
is
an
old
tumble-down
summer-house
.
Half-way
down
is
the
moor-gate
,
where
the
old
gentleman
left
his
cigar-ash
.
It
is
a
white
wooden
gate
with
a
latch
.
Beyond
it
lies
the
wide
moor
.
I
remembered
your
theory
of
the
affair
and
tried
to
picture
all
that
had
occurred
.
As
the
old
man
stood
there
he
saw
something
coming
across
the
moor
,
something
which
terrified
him
so
that
he
lost
his
wits
,
and
ran
and
ran
until
he
died
of
sheer
horror
and
exhaustion
.
