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…
Continue reading The Hound of the Baskervilles – Chapter 15: A Retrospection
One of Sherlock Holmes’s defects — if, indeed, one may call it a defect — was that he was exceedingly loath to communicate his full plans to any other person until the instant of their fulfillment. Partly it came no doubt from his own masterful nature, which loved to dominate and surprise those who were…
Continue reading The Hound of the Baskervilles – Chapter 14: The Hound of the Baskervilles
“We’re at close grips at last,” said Holmes as we walked together across the moor. “What a nerve the fellow has! How he pulled himself together in the face of what must have been a paralyzing shock when he found that the wrong man had fallen a victim to his plot. I told you in…
Continue reading The Hound of the Baskervilles – Chapter 13: Fixing the Nets
For a moment or two I sat breathless, hardly able to believe my ears. Then my senses and my voice came back to me, while a crushing weight of responsibility seemed in an instant to be lifted from my soul. That cold, incisive, ironical voice could belong to but one man in all the world.…
Continue reading The Hound of the Baskervilles – Chapter 12: Death on the Moor
The extract from my private diary which forms the last Chapter has brought my narrative up to the eighteenth of October, a time when these strange events began to move swiftly towards their terrible conclusion. The incidents of the next few days are indelibly graven upon my recollection, and I can tell them without reference…
Continue reading The Hound of the Baskervilles – Chapter 11: The Man on the Tor
So far I have been able to quote from the reports which I have forwarded during these early days to Sherlock Holmes. Now, however, I have arrived at a point in my narrative where I am compelled to abandon this method and to trust once more to my recollections, aided by the diary which I…
Continue reading The Hound of the Baskervilles – Chapter 10: Extract from the Diary of Dr. Watson
THE LIGHT UPON THE MOOR Baskerville Hall, Oct. 15th. MY DEAR HOLMES, If I was compelled to leave you without much news during the early days of my mission you must acknowledge that I am making up for lost time, and that events are now crowding thick and fast upon us. In my last report…
Continue reading The Hound of the Baskervilles – Chapter 9: Second Report of Dr. Watson
From this point onward I will follow the course of events by transcribing my own letters to Mr. Sherlock Holmes which lie before me on the table. One page is missing, but otherwise they are exactly as written and show my feelings and suspicions of the moment more accurately than my memory, clear as it…
Continue reading The Hound of the Baskervilles – Chapter 8: First Report of Dr. Watson
The fresh beauty of the following morning did something to efface from our minds the grim and gray impression which had been left upon both of us by our first experience of Baskerville Hall. As Sir Henry and I sat at breakfast the sunlight flooded in through the high mullioned windows, throwing watery patches of…
Continue reading The Hound of the Baskervilles – Chapter 7: The Stapletons of Merripit House
Sir Henry Baskerville and Dr. Mortimer were ready upon the appointed day, and we started as arranged for Devonshire. Mr. Sherlock Holmes drove with me to the station and gave me his last parting injunctions and advice. “I will not bias your mind by suggesting theories or suspicions, Watson,” said he; “I wish you simply…
Continue reading The Hound of the Baskervilles – Chapter 6: Baskerville Hall