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The Wingham Times, 1907-07-18, Page 7ICI MARTINi PAINTS Jr,Sold Subject to Chemical Analysis ! ! 1 -r N SOLE AGENT IN WINONAM. J. D. BURNS. �J �?.'�..r���'ti ti 2�-iY ear ti�i�c��5'r�•�.�'.'�s. �ti`�+'� ���r Y��r�.�r This means that you can take any can of " Martin- Senour 100% Pure Paint" off our shelves, have it analyzed by any reliable chemist in Canada. If you do nor find it abso- lutely pure and exactly as we claim, we will pay the charges and make you a present of $ioo for your trouble. ;±+++++++++++++++++'++s+ + :.:. ++++++++,. The Hound of the Baskervilles . Another Adventure of Sherlock Holmes. BY A. CONAN DOYLE Author of "The Green Flag" and `The Great Boer War" Copyright (1302) by A, Comm Doyle. +++++++++++f~+++++*°+'+-+ ++'+•1-4-x"++ or the estate was close on to a mil: lion," "Dear mel It is a stake for wh,tch a man might well play a desperate ,ganxe, And one mare question, Dr. Mortimer. Supposing that anything happened to our young friend here -- you will forgive the unpleasant by pothesisi--who would inherit the es- tate?" "Since Rodger Baskerville, Sir 'Charles's younger brother, died un- married, the estate would descend to the Desmonds. who are distant sous - ins. James Desmond is an elderly clergyman in Westmorland." "Thank you, These details are all of great interest, Have you met Mr. James Desmond?" "Yes; be once come down to visit Sir Charles. Re is a man of vener- able appearance and of saintly life, I remember that he refused to accept any settlement from Sir Charles though he pressed it upon him." "And this man of simple tastes would be the heir to Sir Charles's thousands." "He would be the heir to the es- tate, because that is entailed. Be would also be the heir to the money unless it were willed otherwise by the present owner, who can, of ,course, do what he likes with It." "And have you made your will, Sir Henry?" "No, Mr. Holmes, I have not. I've had no time, for it was only yester- ,-day that I learned how matters stood. . But in any case I feel that the money : should go with the title and estate. • That was my poor uncle's idea. How ' is the owner going to restore the glories of the Baskervilles if, he has not money enough to keep up the property? House, land, and dollars • must go together." "Quite so. Well, Sir Henry, •I am of • one mind with you as to the advisa- bility of your going down to Devon- shire without delay. There is only one provision which I must make. You certainly must not go alone." "Dr. Mortimer returns with me." "But Dr. Mortimer has his practice • to attend to, and his house is miles :away from yours, With all the gond will in the world, he may be unable to help you. No, Sir Henry, you must take with you someone, a trusty ratan, 'who will be always by your side." "Is it possible that you could come yourself, Mr, Holmes?" "If matters came to a crisis I „..should endeavour to be present in person; but you can understand that, ti rac- it myextensive consul n withg p wha was evidently the man himself. tics and with the constant appeals „ which reach me from many quarters, I got a message from the head it is impossible for me to be absent office that a gent at this address had from London for an indefinite time. been inquiring for 2,704," said he. "I"ve At the present instant one of the driven my cab this seven years and most revered names in England is be- ing besmirched by a blackmailer, and only I can stop a disastrous scandal. You will see how impossible it is for me to go to Dartmoor." "Whom would you recommend, then?" Holmes laid his hand upon my arm. "If my friend would undertake it there is no man who is better worth having at your side when you are in a tight place. No one can say so more confidently than I," The proposition took me complete- ly by surprise, but before I had time to answer, Baskerville seized me by the hand and wrung it heartily. "Well, now, that is real kind of you, Dr. Watson," said he, "Yon see how it is with me, and you know just as much about the matter as I do. If yon will come down to Baskerville Hall ..and see me through I'll never forget at." The promise of adventure had al - 'ways a fascination for me, and I was ...complimented by the words of Holmes and by the eagerness with. which the baronet hailed me as a companion. "I will come, with pleasure," said I. "I do not know how I could employ my time better." "And you will report very carefully to me," said Holmes. "When a. crisis .comes, as it will do, I will direct how ;you shall act. I suppose that by Satur- day all might be ready?" ."Would that suit Dr. Watson?" "Perfectly." "Then on Saturday, unless you hear to the contrary, we shall meet at the 10.30 train from Paddington." We had risen to depart when Bas- gerville gave a cry o triumph, and diving Into one of the Corners of the room he drew a brown boot from un- der a cabinet. "My missing boot!" he cried. "May all our difficulties vanish as easily!" said Sherlock Holmes. "But it is a very singular thing," Dr. Mortimer remarked. "I 'searched this room carefully before lunch." "And so did I," said Baskerville. "Every inch of it," "There was certainly no boot In it then." "In that case the waiter must have placed it there while we were lunch - Ing." The German was sent for, ftut pro- fessed to know nothing of the matter, nor could any inquiry clear it up. Another item had been added to that constant and apparently purposeless series of small mysteries which had succeeded each other so rapidly. Set- ting aside the whole grim story of Sir Charles's death, we had a line of in- explicable incidents all within the limits of two days, which included the receipts of the printed letter, the black -bearded spy in the hansom, the loss of the new brown boot, the loss of the old black boot, and now the re- turn of the new brown boot. Holmes sat in silence in the cab as we drove back to Baker Street, and I knew from his drawn brows and keen face that his mind, like my own, was busy hi endeavoring to frame some • scheme into which all these strange and 'ap- parently disconnected episodes could be fitted, All afternoon and late into the evening he sat lost in tobacco and thought. Justbefore dinner two telegrams were handed in. The first ran:— "Have just heard( that Barrymore Is at the Hall.—BaskerviIle." The sec- ond:— "Visited twenty-three hotels as directed, but sorry to report unable to trace cut sheet of Times.—Cart- wright." "There go two of my threads, Wat- son. atson. There is nothing more stimu- lating than a case where everything goes against you. We must cast round for another •scent" "We have still the • cabman who drove the spy." "Exactly. I have wired to get his name and address from the Official Registry. I should not be surprised If this were an answer to my question." J. he ring at the bell proved to be something even more satisfactory than an answer, however, for the door open- ed and a rough -looking fellow entered ed Eczema's Itch Is Never Ending When Ieft to itself, eczema runs on rtdefinitely, causing keen distress from tching, and covering the body with sores that refuse to heal. . 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"On the contrary, I have half a sovereign for you if you will give me a clear an- swer to my qugstions. " "Well, I've had a good day and no mistake," said the cabman, with a grin. "What was it you wanted to ask sir?" "First of all your name and ad- dress, in case I want you again." "John Clayton, 3, Turpey Street, the Borough. My cab is out of Shipley's Yard, near Waterloo Station." Sherlock Holmes made a note of it. "Now, Clayton, tell me all about the fare who came and watched this house at ten o'clock this morning and afterwards followed the' two gentle- men down Regent Street." The man looked surprised and a lit- tle embarrassed. "Why, there's no good my telling you things, for you seem to know as much as I do al- ready," said he. "The truth is that the gentleman told me that he was a ,de- tective and that I was to say nothing about him to anyone." "My good fellow, this is a very serious business, and you may And •yourself in a pretty bad position if you try to hide anything from i le. You say that your fare told you that he was a detective?" "Yes, he did," "When did he say this?" "When he left. me." "Did he say auythittg more?" "He mentioned his name." Holmes cast a swift glance of tri- umph at me. "Oh, he mentioned his name, did he? That was imprudent. What was the name that he mention- ed?" "His name," said the cabman, "was Mr. Sherlock Holmes." Never have I seen my friend more completely taken aback than by the cabman's reply. For an instant he sat in silent amazement, Then he burst into a hearty laugh, "A touch, Watson—an undeniable touch!" said he. "I feel a foil as quick and supple as .toy own. He got home upon me very prettily ,that time. So his name was Sherlock Holmes, was it?„ "Yes, sir, that was the gentleman's name." "Excellent! Tell me 'where you pick- ed icked bine up and all that occurred." "He hailed me at half -past nine in Trafalgar, Square. He said that he was a detective, and he offered inc two guineas If I weeld do exactly what he wanted all day and ask no questions. I was glad enough to agree. First we drove down to the Northumberland Rotel and waited there until two ,gen- tlemen came out and took a Cab from the rank. We followed their cab un- til it pulled up somewhere near here." "This very doer," said Holmes. "Well, 1 couldn't be sure of that, but I daresay my fare knew all Omit it. We pulled up halfrway dowel the street and Waited an hour and a half. Then the tree gentlemen painted Cts, walking, and. We f !lowed down Baker Street and bong ,1.1B101', Sag IiOlilles. .. . THE WINGIIAN TIMES JULY 18, 190 7 'Until we got threi-quarters down Regent Street. Then my gentleman threw up the trap, and he cried that 1 should drive -right away to Waterloo Station as hard as I could go. I whip- ped up the mare and we were there under the ten minutes. Then he paid up his two guineas, like a goad one, and away be went into the station. Only just as he was leaving be turn- ed round and he said: 'It might in- terest You to know that you have been driving Mr. Sherlock Holmes.' That's how I come to know the name." "I see. And you saw no more of him?" "Not after he went into the sta- tion." "And how would you describe Mr. Sherlock Holmes. The cabman scratched his head. "Well, he wasn't altogether such an easy gentleman to describe, I'd put him at forty years of age, and he was of middle height, two or three inches shorter than you, sir. He was dressed like a toff, and he had a black beard, cut square at the end, and a pale face. I don't know as I could say mare than that," "Color of his eyes?" "No, I can't say that." "Nothing more that you can remem- ber?" "No, sir; nothing." "Well, then, here is your half-sov. ereign. There's another one •waiting for you if you can bring any more in- formation. Good night?" "Good night, sir, and thank you!" John Clayton departed chuckling, and Holmes turned to me with a shrug of the shoulders and a rueful smile. "Snap goes our third thread, and we end where we began," said he. "The cunning rascal! He knew our number, knew that Sir Henry Baskerville had consulted me, spotted who I was in Regent Street, conjectured that I bad got the number of the cab and would lay my hands on the driver, and 'so sent back this audacious message. I tell you, Watson, this time we have got a foeman who is worthy of our steel. I've been checkmated in Lon- don. I can only wish you better luck in Devonshire. But I'm not easy in my mind about It." "About what?" "About sending' you. It's an ugly business, Watson, an ugly, dangerous business, and the more I see of it the less I like it. Yes, my dear follow, you may laugh, hut I give you my word that I shall be very glad to have you back safe and sound in Baker Street once more." CHAPTER VIti - Sir Henry, Baskerville and Dr. Mor- timer ortimer 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 sug- gesting theories or suspicions, Wat- son," said he; "I wish you simply to report facts in the fullest possible manner to me, and you can leave me to do the theorizing?' "What sort of facts?" I asked. "Anything which may seem to have a bearing however indirect upon the case, and especially the relations be- tween young Baskerville and his neighbors or any fresh particulars concerning the death of Sir Charles. I have made some inquiries myself in the last few days, but the results have, I fear, been negative. One thing only appears to be certain, and that is that Mr. James Desmond, who Is the next heir, is an elderly gentleman of avery amiable disposition, so that this per- secution does not arise from him, 1 really think that we may eliminate him entirely from our calculations. There remain the people who will ac-. tually surround Sir Henry Baskerville upon, the moor." "Would it not be well in the first place to get rid of this Barrymore couple?" "By no means. You could not make a greater mistake. If they are inno- cent it would be a cruel injustice, and if they are guilty we should be giving up all chance of bringing it home to them. No, no, we will preserve them upon our Iist of suspects. Then there is a groom at tate Hall, if I remember right. There are two moorland farm- ers, There is our friend Dr. Mortimer, whom I believe to be entirely honest, and there is his- wife, of whom we know nothing. There is this naturalist Stapleton, and there is his sister, who is said to be a young lady of attrac- tions. There is Mr. Frankland, of Lat- ter Hall, who is also an unknown fact- or,_ and • there. are one ertwa. other 5 or 500 or 5,000,000 —they are all alike. Each biscuit as light as if made by fairy hands. Baked •ta * golden russet brown. So fresh, and crisp, and tempting, that just opening the box is teasing the appetite. And you find a new delight in every one you eat. Yon get perfection when you get MMoney's Perfection Cream Sodas to GET WELL! Never mind what the Doctor says. If yon have Bladder Trouble, Kidney Disease or Rheumatism, you ean get well if you take The Gentle Kidney PW. goc, a large box, At Druggists, or by mail direct postpaid. kg The ClaRin Chemical Co,: Ltd., Windsor, one nel$' rs, t hese ar© the folic -who must be your very special study." "I will do my best." "You have arms, I suppose?" "Yes, I thought it as well to take them." "Most certainly. Keep your revolver near you night and day, and never re- lax your precautions." Our friends bad already secured a first-class carriage, and were waiting for us upon the platform, "No, we have no news of any kind," said Dr. Mortimer, in answer to my friend's questions. "I can swear to one thing, and that is that we have not beeu shadowed during the last two days. We have never gone out with- out keeping a sharp watch, and no one could have escaped our notice." presume?" "You have always kept together, 1 "Except yesterday afternoon. I usually give up one day to pure amusement when I come to town, so I spent it at the Museum of the CoI- lege of Surgeons." "And I went to look at the folk in the park," said Baskerville. "But we had no trouble of any kind." "It was imprudent, all the same," said Holmes, shaking his hello and looking very grave, "I beg, Sir Henry that you will not go about alone, Some great misfortune will befall you if you do. Did you get your other boot?" "Ns, sir, it is gone for ever." "Indeed. That is very interesting. Well, good-bye," he added, as the train began to glide down the plat- form. "Bear in mind, Sir Henry, one of the phrases in that queer cjd legend which Dr. Mortimer has read to us, and avoid the moor in those hours of darkness when the powers of evil are exalted." I looked back at the platform when we had left it far behind, and saw the tall austere figure of Holmes stand - Ing motionless and gazing after us, The journey was a swift and pleas- ant one, ansa I spent it in making the mare intimate acquaintance of my two companions and in playing with Dr. Mortimer's spaniel. In a very ' few hours the brown earth had become ruddy, the brick, had changed to gran- ite, and red cows grazed in well - hedged fields where the Lush grasses and more luxuriant vegetation spoke of a richer, if a damper, climate. Young Baskerville stared eagerly out of the window, and cried aloud with delight as he recognized the familiar features of the Ddvon scenery. "I've been over a good part of the world since I Left it, Dr. Watson," said he; "bttt I have never seen a place to compare with it." "I never saw a Devonshire man who did not swear by his county." I re- marked. It depends upon the breed of men quite as much as on the county," said Dr. Mortimer. "A glance at our friend here reveals the rounded head of the Celt„ which carries inside it the Celt - The driter pointed with his whip, "Bas• kert'ilte Nall," said he. is enthusiasm and power of attach- ment. Poor Sir Charles's head was of a very rare type, half Gaelic, half Ivernian in its characteristics. But you were very young when you last saw Baskerville Hall, were you not?" "I was a boy in my 'teens at the time of my father's death, and had never seen the Hull, for he lived in a little cottage on the South Coast. Thence I went straight to a friend in Ameri- ca. I tell you it is all as new to mo as it is to Dr. Watson, and I'm as keen as possible to see the moor." "Are you? Then your wish is easily granted, for there is your first sight of the moor," said Dr. Mortimer, pointing out of the carriage window. Over the green squares of the fields and the Iow curve of a. 'wood there rose in the distance a grey, melan- eholy hill, with a strange jagged stun - mit, dim and vague in the distauce, like some Fant nstic landscape in a dream. Baskerville sat for a long time, his eyes fixed upon if, and I read upon his eager face how much It meant to hint, this first sight of that strange spot where the men of his blood had held sway so. long Land left m their, ark eo deed. There he sat with his tweed suit and his American accent, in the corner of a provide way -Carriage, and and yet as I looked at his dark and expressive face I felt more than ever how true a descend- ent he was of that long line of high- blooded, fiery, and masterful men. There were pride, valour, and strength In his thick brows, his sensitive nos- trils, and his large hazel eyes. If on that forbidding moor adifficult and dangerous quest should lie before us, tilts was at least a comrade for whom one might venture to take a risk with the certainty that he would bravely share it, The train pulled up at a small way- side station and we all descended. Out- side, beyond the low, white fence, a wagonette with a pair of cobs was waiting. Our coming was evidently a great event, for stationmaster and porters clustered round us to carry out our luggage. It was a sweet, simple country spot, but I was surprised to observe that by the gate there stood two soldierly men in dark uniforms, who leaned upon their short rifles and glanced keenly at us as we passed. The coachman, a hard -faced gnarled little fellow, saluted Sir Henry Basker- ville, and in a few minutes we were flying swiftly dawn the broad, white road. Rolling pasture lands curved up- wards on either side of us, and old gabled houses peeped out from amid the thick green foliage, but behind the peaceful and sunlit country -side there rose ever, dark against the evening sky, the long, gloomy curve of the. moor, broken by the jagged and sinis- ter hills, The wagonette swung round, into a side road, and we curved upwards through deep lanes worn by centuries of wheels, high banks on either side, heavy with dripping moss and fleshy hart's -tongue ferns. Bronzing bracken and mottled bramble gleamed in the light of the sinking sun. Still steadily rising, we passed over a narrow granite bridge, and skirted a noisy stream which gushed swiftly down, foaming and roaring amid the grey boulders. Both road and stream wound up through a valley dense with scrub oak and fir. At every turning Basker- ville gave an exclamation of delight, looking eagerly about him and ask- ing countless questions. To his eyes all seemed beautiful, but to me a tinge of melancholy lay upon the country- side, which bore so clearly the 'mark of the waning year. Yellow Ieaves car- peted the lanes and fluttered down upon us as we passed. The rattle of our wheels died away as we drove through drifts of rotting vegetation— sad gifts, as it seemed to me, for Na - 1 tut•e to throw before the carriage of the returning heir of the Baskervilles. "Halloa!" cried Dr. Mortimer, "what is this?" A steep curve of heath -clad land, an outlying spur of the moor, lay in front of us. On the summit, hard and clear like an equestrian statue upon its pedestal, was a mounted soldier, dark and stern, his rifle poised ready over his forearm. He was watching the road along which we traveled, "What is this, Perkins?" asked Dr. Mortimer. Our driver half turned in his seat. "There's a convict escaped from Princetown, sir. He's been out three days now, and the warders watch every road and every station, but they've had no sight of him yet. The farmers about here don't like It, sir, and that's a fact." "Well, I understand that they get five pounds if they can give informa,- tion." "Yes, sir, but the :chance of five pounds is but a poor thing compared to the chance of having your throat cut. You see, it isn't like any ordinary. con- vict. This is a pian that would stick at nothing." "Who is he, then?" "It is Selden, the Notting Hill mur- derer." I remembered the case well, for it was one in which Holmes had taken an interest on account of the peculiar ferocity of the crime and the wanton brutality which had marked all the actions of the assassin. The commuta- tion of his death sentence had been due to some doubts as to his com- plete sanity, so atrocious was his con- duct. Our wagonette had topped a rise and in front of us rose the. huge ex- papse of the moor, mottled with gnarl- ed and craggy cairns and tors. A cold wind swept down from it and set us shivering. Somewhere there, on that desolate plain, was lurking this fiend- ish man, hiding in a burrow like awild beast, his heart full of malignancy against the whole race which had cast him out. It needed but this to complete the grim suggestiveness of the barren waste, the chilling wind and the darkening sky. Even Baskerville fell silent and pulled his overcoat more closely around him. We had left the fertile country be- hind and beneath us. We looked back en 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, walled and roofed with stone, with no creeper to break its harsh out- line. Suddenly we looked down into a cup -like depression, patched with stunted oaks and firs which had been twisted and bent by the fury of years of storm. Two high, narrow towers rose over the trees, The driver pointed with his whip. "Baskerville Hall," said he. Its master had risen and was staring with flushed cheeks and shining eyes. '4I, few minutes later we had reach the -lodge gates, a mase of fantastic tree - try in wrought iron, with weather -bit- ten pillars en either side, blotch- ed with lichens, and surmounted by the boars' heads of the Bas- kervilles. 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