The Hound of the Baskervilles
Arthur Conan Doyle
The terrible spectacle of the beast, the fog of the moor, the discovery of a body: this classic horror story pits detective against dog. When Sir Charles Baskerville is found dead on the wild Devon moorland with the footprints of a giant hound nearby, the blame is placed on a family curse. It is left to Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson to solve the mystery of the legend of the phantom hound before Sir Charles' heir comes to an equally gruesome end. The Hound of the Baskervilles gripped readers when it was first serialised and has continued to hold its place in the popular imagination.
the darkling sky.15 Even Baskerville fell silent and pulled his overcoat more closely around him. We had left the fertile country16 behind and beneath us. We looked back on it now, the slanting rays of a low sun turning the streams to threads of gold and glowing on the red earth new turned by the plough and the broad tangle of the woodlands. The road in front of us grew bleaker and wilder over huge russet and olive slopes, sprinkled with giant boulders. Now and then we passed a moorland cottage,
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
‘Yes, we should have a full day today,’ he remarked, and he rubbed his hands with the joy of action. ‘The nets are all in place, and the drag is about to begin. We’ll know before the day is out whether we have caught our big, lean-jawed pike, or whether he has got through the meshes.’ ‘Have you been on the moor already?’ ‘I have sent a report from Grimpen to Princetown9 as to the death of Selden. I think I can promise that none of you will be troubled in the matter. And I have also communicated
case possesses some features which are entirely its own. Even now we have no clear case against this very wily man. But I shall be very much surprised if it is not clear enough before we go to bed this night.’ The London express came roaring into the station, and a small, wiry bulldog of a man had sprung from a first-class carriage. We all three shook hands, and I saw at once from the reverential way in which Lestrade gazed at my companion that he had learned a good deal since the days when they
originally had ‘and yet here was I waiting for some crisis, waiting with my nerves in a quiver, knowing that…’, which is much less strong than the final draft. 24. It is a lovely evening, my dear Watson: All the well-known film versions of The Hound have indicated Holmes’s presence on the moor throughout much of the period Dr Watson thinks he is on his own – revealing that the detective’s blackmailing case was pure invention; in the 1939 Hollywood version and the 1983 Douglas Hickox version,