The Wingham Times, 1907-07-25, Page 7The Hound of the
Baskervilles
Another Adventure of Sherlock Holmes.
BY A. CONAN DOYLE.
Author of "The Green Flag" and "The Great Boer War"
Copyright (1902) by A. Conan Doyle.
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1 1 seem to discern some signs of emo-
'The young heir glanced round with tion upon the butler's white face:
a gloomy face,"I feel that also, sir, and so does
"It's Ito wonder my uncle felt as if I my wife. But to tell the truth, sir, we
trouble were coming on him in such ! were both very much attached to Sir
.a place as this," said he. "It's enough Charles, and his death gave us a shock:
to scare any man. I'll have a row Of and made these surroundings very
electric lamps up here inside of six painful to us. I fear that we shall
months, and you won't know it again, never again be easy in our minds at
with a thousand candle-power Swan Baskerville Hall."
sand Edison right here in. front of the "But what do you intend to do?"
hall door." "I have no doubt, sir, that we shall
The avenue opened into a broad ex- succeed in establishing ourselves in
panse of turf, and the house lay before some business. Sir Charles's generosity
us. In the fading light I could see that has given us the means to do so. And
the centre Was a heavy block of build- now, sir, perhaps I had best show you
ing from which a porch projected. The to your rooms."
whole front was draped in ivy, with a A square balustraded gallery ran
patch clipped •bare here and there round the top of the old- hall, ap-
where a window or a coat -of -arms proached by a double stair, From this
broke through the dark veil. From central point two long corridors ex-
-this central block rose the twin towers, tended the whole length of the build -
.ancient, crenelated, and pierced with ing, from which all the bedrooms open -
many loopholes. To right and left of ed. My own was in the same wing as
the turrets were more modern wings Baskerville's and almost next door to
of black granite. A dull light shone it. These rooms appeared to be much
through heavy mullioned windows, and more modern than the central part of
from the high chimneys which rose the house, and the bright paper and
from fhe steep, high -angled roof there numerous candles did something to
sprang a single black column of remove the sombre impression which
smoke. our arrival had left upon my mind.
"Welcome, Sir Henry! Welcome, to But the dining -room which opened
Baskerville Hall!" out of the hall was a place of shadow
A tall man had stepped from the and gloom. It was a long chamber with
shadow of the porch to open the door a step separating the dais where the
of the wagonette. The figure of a family sat from the lower portion re -
woman was silhouetted against the yel- served for their dependents. At one
low light of the hall. She came out end a minstrel's gallery overlooked it.
And helped the man to hand down our Black beams shot across above our
bags. heads, with a smoke -darkened ceiling •
"You don't mind my driving straight beyond them. Witli rows of flaring •
'home, Sir Henry?" said Dr. Mortimer. torches to light it up, and the color'
"My wife is expecting me." and rude hilarity of an old-time ban-
_ "Surely you will stay and have some quet, it might have softened; but now, •
dinner?" when two black -clothed gentlemen sat '
"No, I must go. I shall probably in the little circle of light thrown by
find some work awaiting me. 1 would a shaded lamp, one's voice became
stay to show you over the house, but hushed and one's spirit subdued. A
Barrymore will be a better glide than dim line of ancestors, in every variety
I. Good-bye, and never hesitate night of dress, from the Elizabethan knight
or day to send for me if I can be of to the buck of the Regency, stared
•service." down upon us and daunted us by their
The wheels died away down the silent company. We talked little, and I,
drive while Sir Henry and I turned for one was glad when the meal was
into the hall, and the door clanged over and we were able to retire into
I
heavily behind us. It was a fine apart- the modern billiard -room and smoke a
went in which we found ourselves, cigarette.
large, lofty, and heavily raftered with "114y word, it isn't a very cheerful
huge balks of age -blackened oak. In place," said Sir Henry. "I suppose ono
the great old-fashioned fireplace be- can tone down to It, but I feel a bit
•hind the high iron dogs a log -fire out of the picture at present. I don't
wonder that my uncle got a little jum-
py if he lived all alone in such a house
as this. However, if it suits you, we
will retire early to -night, and perhaps
things may seem more cheerful in the
morning."
I drew aside my curtains before I
went to bed and looked out from my
window. It opened upon the grassy
space ce hi
ch lay p in front of the hall
door. Beyond, two copses of trees
moaned and swung in a rising wind.
A half moon broke through the rifts
of racing clouds. In its cold light I saw
beyond the trees a broken.fringe of
rocks, and the long, low • curve of the
melancholy moor. I closed the curtain,
feeling that my last impression was in
keeping with the rest.
And yet it was not quite the last. I
found myself weary and yet wakeful,
tossing restlessly from side to side,
seeking for the sleep which would not
come. Far away a chiming clock
struck out the quarters of the hours,
vont. He was a remarkable -looking but otherwise a deathly silence .lay
man, tall, handsome, with a square upon the old house. And then suddenly,
black beard, and pale, distinguished in the very dead of the night, there
features. came a sound to my ears, clear, re -
"Would you wish dinner to be ser- sonant, and unmistakable. It was the
Wed at once, sir?" sob of a woman, the muffled, strangl-
"Is it ready?" ing gasp of one who is torn by an un -
"In a very few minutes, sir. You controllable sorrow. I sat up in bed
,will find hot water in your rooms. My and listened intently. The noise could
wife and I will be happy, Sir Henry, not have been far away and was cer-
•to stay with you until you have made tainly in the house. For half an hour 1
your fresh arrangements, but you will I waited with every nerve on the alert,
Understand that under the new condi- but there came no other sound save
tions this house will require a consid- the chimney clock and the rustle of
arable staff." the ivy on the wall. v
"What new conditions?"
I "I only meant, Sir, that Sir Charles
'led a very retired life, and we were
sable to look after his wants. You
!would, naturally, wish to have more
dcompany, and so you will need changes
in your household."
"Do you mean that your wife and
You wish to leave?"
"Only when it is quite convenient to
you, sir."
"But your family have been with us
-for several generations, have they
not? I should be sorry to begin my life
here by breaking an old family con-
•nection."
•crackled and 'snapped. Sir Henry and
I held out our hands to it, for we were
numb from our long drive. Then we
gazed round us at the high, thin win-
dow
of old stained glass, the oak
panelling, the stags' heads, the coat -
•of -arms upon the walls, all dim and
•sombre in the subdued light of the
•central lamp.
"It's just as I imagined it," said Sir
Henry. "Is it not the very picture of
an old family home? To think that
this should be the same hall in which
for five hundred years my people have
lived. It strikes me solemn to think of
it."
I saw his dark face lit up with a
boyish enthusiasm as he gazed about
him, The light beat upon him where he
stood, but long shadows trailed down
the walls and hung like a black canopy
•above him. Barrymore had returned
from taking our luggage to our rooms.
He stood in front of us now with the
subdued manner of a well-trained ser-
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house that we have to blame!" said
the, baronet. "We were tired with our
journey and chilled by our drive, so
we 'took a grey view of the place. Now
we are fresh and well, so it is all
cheerful once more,"
"And yet it was not entirely a ques-
tion of imagination," I answered. "Did
you, for example, happen to bear some-
one, a Woman I think, sobbing in the
night?"
"That is .curious, for 1 did when I
was half asleep fancy that I heard
something of the sort. I waited quite a
time, but there was no more of it, so
I concluded that it was all a dream,"
"I heard it distinctly, and I am sure
that it was really the sob of a woman."
"We must asst about this right
away." He rang the bell and asked
Barrymore whether he could account
for our experience, It seemed to me
that the pallid features of the butler
turned a shade paler still as he listen-
ed to his master's question.
"There are only two women in the
house, Sir Henry," he answered. "One
is the scullery -maid, Who sleeps in
the other wing. The other is my wife,
and I can answer for it that the sound
could not have come from her."
And yet he lied as he said it, for it
chanced that after breakfast I met Mrs.
Barrymore in the long corridor with
the sun full upon her face. She was a
large, impassive, heavy -featured wom-
an with a stern set expression of
mouth. But her tell-tale eyes were red
and glanced at me from between swol-
len lids. It was she, then, who wept in
the night, and if she did so her hus-
band must know it. Yet he had taken
the obvious risk of discovery in de-
claring that it was not so. Why had
he done this? And why did she weep
so bitterly? Already round this pale -
faced, handsome, black -bearded man
there was gathering an atmosphere of
mystery and of gloom. It was he who
had been the first to discover the body
of Sir Charles, and we had only his
word for all the circumstances which
led up to the old man's death. Was it
possible that it was Barrymore after
all whom we had seen in the .cab in
Regent Street? The beard might well
have been the same. The cabman had
described a somewhat shorter man, but
such an impression might easily have
been erroneous. How could I settle the
point for ever? Obviously the first
thing to do was to see the Grimpen
postmaster, and find whether the test
telegram had really been placed in
Barrymore's own hands. Be the an-
swer what it might, I should at least
have something to report to Sherlock
Holmes. -
Sir Henry had numerous papers to
examine after breakfast, so that the
time was propitious for my excursion.
It was a pleasant walk of four miles
along the edge of the moor, leading
me at last to a small grey hamlet, In
which two larger buildings, which
proved to be the inn and the house of
Dr. Mortimer, stood high above the
rest. The postmaster, who was also
the village grocer, had a clear recollec-
tion of the telegram.
"Certainly, sir," said he, "I had the
telegram delivered to Mr. Barrymore
exactly as directed."
"Who delivered it?"
"My boy here. James, you delivered
that telegram to Mr. Barrymore at the
Hall last week, did you not?"
"Yes, father, I delivered it"
"Into his own hands?" I asked.
'Well, he was up in the loft at the
time, so that I could not put it into his
own hands, but I gave it into Mrs.
Barrymore's hands, and she promised
to deliver it at once."
"Did you see Mr, Barrymore?"
"No, sir; I tell you he was in the
loft"
"If you didn't see him, how do you
know he was in the loft?"
"Well, surely his own wife ought to
know where e e he is," said the postmast-
er, testily. "Didn't he get the telegram?
If there is any mistake it is for Mr.
Barrymore himself to complain."
It seemed hopeless to pursue the in-
quiry any farther, but it was clear
that in spite of Holmes's ruse we had
no proof that Barrymore had not been
in London all the time. Suppose that
it were 'so—suppose that the same man
had been the last who had seen Sir
Charles alive, and the first to dog the
new heir when he returned to Eng -
and. What then? Was he the agent
of others or had he some sinister de-
sign of his own? What interest could
he have in persecuting the Basker-
iile family? I thought of the strange
warning clipped out of the leading ar-
ticle of the Times. Was that his work
or was it possibly the doing of some-
one who was bent upon counteracting
his schemes? The only conceivable mo-
tive was that which had been suggest-
ed by Sir Henry, that if the family
could .be scared away a comfortable
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our minds the grim and grey impres-
sion which had been left upon both of
us by our first experience of Basker-
ville Hall. As Sir Henry and I sat at
breakfast the sunlight flooded in
through the high mullioned windows,
throwing watery patches of color from
the coats of arms which covered them.
The dark panelling glowed like bronze
in the golden rays, and it was hard
to realize that this was indeed the
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gloom into our souls upon the evening
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L bo .by Sir Henry's side. But when I
remembered the pile of papers and
ec ! bills with which his study table was
s tittered. It was certain that f could not
ds help him with those. And Holmes had
E expressly said that I should study the
e-• neighbors upon the moor. I accepted
Stapleton's invitation, and we turned
together down the path,
"It is a wonderful place, the moor,"
said he, looking round over the un-
dulating downs, long green rollers,
t with crests of jagged granite foaming
up into fantastic surges. "You never
I tire of the moor. You cannot think the
wonderful secrets which it contains.
' It is so vast, and so barren, and so mys-
terious."
"You know it well, then?"
"I have only been here twe years.
The residents would call me a new
comer. We came shortly after Sir
Charles settled. But my tastes led me
to explore every part of the country
'round, and I should think that there
are few men who know it better than
I do."
"Is it so hard to know?"
"Very hard. You see, for example,
this great plain to the north here, with
the queer hills breaking out of it. Do
you observe anything remarkable
about that?"
It would be a rare place for a gal-
lop."
"You would naturally think so and
the thought has cost several their lives
before now, You notice those bright
green spots scattered thickly over it?"
"Yes, they seem more fertile than*
the rest."
Stapleton laughed.
"That is the great Grimpen Mire,"
said he. "A false step yonder means
death to man or beast. Only yester-
day I saw one of the moor ponies wan-
der into it. He never came out. I saw
his head for quite a long time craning
oat of the bog -hole, but it sucked him
down at last. Even in dry seasons it is
a danger to cross it, but after these
autumn rains it is an awful place. And
yet I can find my way to the very
heart of it and return alive, By George,
there is another of those miserable
ponies!"
Something brown was rolling and
tossing among the green sedges. Then
a long, agonized, writhing neck shot
upwards and a dreadful cry echoed
over the moor. It turned me cold with
horror, but my companion's nerves
seemed to be stronger than mine.
"It's gone!" said he. "The mire has
him. Two in two days, and many more,
perhaps, for they get in the way of
going there in the dry weather, and
never know the difference until the
mire has them in its clutch. It's a bad
place, the great Grimpen Mire."
"And you say you can penetrate it?"
"Yes, there•are one or two paths
which a very active man can take. I
have found them out."
"But why should you wish to go into
so horrible a place?"
"Well, you see the hills beyond?
They are really islands cut off on ail
sides by the impassable mire, which
has crawled round them in the course
of years. That is where the rare plants
and the butterflies are, if you have the
wit to reach them."
"I shall try"
my luck some d..y.
He looked at me with a surprised
face.
"For God's sake put such an idea
out of your mind," said he. "Your
blood would be upon my head. I assure
you that there would not be the least
chance of your corning back alive. It is
only by remembering certain complex
landmarks that I am able to do it."
"Halloa!" I cried. "What is that?"
A long, low moan, indescribably sad,
swept over the moor. It filled the whole
air, and yet it was impossible to say
whence it came. From a dull murmur
it swelled into a deep roar, and then
sank back into a melancholy, throb-
bing murmur once again. Stapleton
looked at me with a curious expression
in his face.
"Queer place, the moor!" said he.
"But what is it?"
"The peasants say it is the Hound
of the Baskervilles calling for its prey.
I've heard it once or twice before, but
never quite so loud."
I looked round, with a chill of fear
in my heart, at the huge swelling plain,
mottled with the green patches of
rushes.Nothing h n stirred
g over the vast
expanse save a pair of ravens, which
croaked loudly from a tor behind us.
"You are an educated man. Yon
don't believe such nonsense as that?"
said I. "What do you think is the cause
of so strange a sound?"
"Bogs make queer noises sometimes.
It's the mud settling, or the water ris-
ing, or something."
"No, no, that was a living voice."
"Well perhaps it was. Did you ever
hear a bittern booming?" -
"No, I never did."
"It's a very rare bird—practically
extinct—in England now, but all things
are possible upon the moor. Yes, I
should not be surprised to learn that
what we have heard is the cry of the
last of the bitterns."
"It's the weirdest, strangest thing
that ever I heard in my life."
"Yes, it's rather an uncanny place
altogether. Look at the hill -side yon-
der. What do you make of those?"
The Whole steep slope was covered
with grey circular rings of stone, a
score of them at least.
"What are they? Sheep -pens?"
"No, they are the homes of our wor-
thy ancestors. Prehistoric man lived
thickly on the moor, and as no one in
�iid 1perman ani hello would be se-
cured for the Barrymores. But surely,
such an explanation as that would be
quite inadequate to account for the
deep and subtle scheming which seem-
ed to be weaving an invisible net
round the young baronet. Holmes him-
self had said that no more complex
Case had come to him in all the long
series of his sensational investigations.
I prayed, as I walked back along the
grey, lonely road, that my friend might
soon be freed from his preoccupations
and able to come down to take this
heavy burden of responsibility from
my shoulders.
Suddenly my thoughts were interrup-
ted by the sound of running feet be-
hind me and by a voice which called
me by name. I turned, expecting to see
Dr. Mortimer, but to my surprise it
was a stranger who was pursuing me.
He was a small, slim, clean-shaven,
prim -faced man, flaxen -haired and lean -
jawed, between thirty and forty years
of age, dressed in a grey suit and wear-
ing a straw hat. A tin box for botanical
specimens hung over his shoulder and
he carried a green butterfly -net in one
of his hands.
"You will, I am sure, excuse my pre-
sumption, Dr. Watson," said he, as he
came panting up to where I stood.
"Here on the moor we are homely folk
and do not wait for 'formal introduc-
tions. You may possibly have heard my
name from our mutual friend, Morti-
mer. I am Stapleton, of Merripit
House."
"Your net and box would have told
ore as much," said I, "for I knew that
Mr. Stapleton was a naturalist. But
how did you know me?"
"I have been calling on Mortimer,
and he pointed you out to me from the
window of his surgery as you passed.
As our road lay the same way I
thought that I would overtake you and
introduce myself. I trust that Sir
Henry is none the worse for his jour-
ney?"
"He is very well, thank you."
"We were all rather afraid that after
the sad death of Sir Charles the new
baronet might refuse to live here. It is
asking much of a wealthy man to come
and bury himself in a place of this
kind, but I need not tell you that it
means a very great deal to the country-
side. Sir Henry has, I suppose, no su-
perstitious fears in the matter?"
"I do not think that it is likely?"
"Of course you know the legend of
the fiend dog
which haunts the fam-
ily?" _
"I have heard it."
"It is extraordinary how credulous
the peasants are about here! Any num-
ber of them are ready to swear that
they have seen such a creature upon
the moor," He spoke with a smile, but
I seemed to lead in his eyes that he
took the matter more seriously. "The
story took a great hold upon the ima-
gination of Sir Charles, and I have no
doubt that it ]ed to his tragic end."
"But how?"
"His nerves were so worked up that
the appearance of any dog might have
had a fatal effect upon his diseased
heart. I fancy that he really did see
something of the kind upon that last
night in the Yew Alley. I feared that
some disaster might occur, for I was
very fond of the old man, and I knew
that his heart was weak."
"How did you know that?"
"My friend Mortimer told me."
"You think, then, that some dog pur-
sued Sir Charles, and that he died of
fright in consequence?"
"Have you any better explanation?"
I' have not come to any
conclu-
sion."
"Has Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"
The words took away my breath for
an instant, but a glance at the placid
face and steadfast eyes of my com-
panion showed that no surprise was in-
tended.
"It is useless for us to pretend that
we do not know you, Dr. Watson," said
he. "The records of your detective
have reached us here, and you could
not celebrate him without being
known yourself. When Mortimer told
me your name he couldnot deny your
identity. If you are here, then it fol-
lows that Mr. Sherlock Holmes is in-
teresting himself in the matter, and I
am naturally curious to know what
view he may take."
"I am afraid that I cannot answer
that question."
"May I ask if he is going to honor
us with a. visit himself?"
"He cannot leave town at present.
He has other cases which engage his
attention."
"What a pity! He Might throw some
light on that which is so dark to us.
But as to your own researches, if
there is any possible way in which I
can be of service to you I trust that
you will command me. If 1 had any
indication of the nature of your sus-
picions, or how you propose to investi-
gate the case, I might perhaps even
now give you some aid or advice."
"I assure you that I am simply here
upon a visit to my friend Sir Henry,
and that I need no help of any kind."
"Excellent!" said Stapleton. "You
are perfectly right to be wary and
discreet. I am justly reproved for what
I feel was an unjustifiable intrusion.
and I promise you that I will not men•
tion the matter again."
We had Come to a point' where a nar-
row grassy path struck off from tare
road and wound away across the moor.
A steep, boulder -sprinkled hill lay
upon the right which had in bygone
days been cut into a granite quarry.
The face which Was turned towards us
formed a dark cliff, with ferns and
brambles growing in its 'niches. Fronk
over a distant rise there nettled a gray
plume of smoke.
"A moderate walk along this moor -
path brings us to Merripit House," Bald
he. "Perhaps you will spare an hour
that I may have the pleasure of intro-
ducing you to my sister."
My Orsi •hw..,..' ...-'• .. • •-
particular has lived there since, we
find all his little arrangements exactly
as he left them. These are his Wigwams
with the roofs off. You can even see
his hearth and his Couch if you have
the curiosity to go inside."
"But it is quite a town. When Was it
inhabited?"
"Neolithic man—no date."
"What did he do?"
"He grazed his cattle on these slopes,
and he learned to dig for tin when the
bronze sword began to supersede the
stone axe. Look at the great trench in
the opposite hill. That is his mark.
Yes, you will find some very singular
points about the moor, Dr. Watson. Oh,
excuse me an Instant! It is surely
Cyclopides."
A small fly or moth had fluttered
across our path, and in an instant
Stapleton was rushing with extraor-
dinary energy and speed in pursuit of
it. To my dismay the creature Ile*
straight for the great mire, and my so-
quain•tance never paused for an in-
stant, bounding from tuft to tutt be.
C.A.A.
"Go back," she said, "go straight back to
London instantly.
hind it, his green net waving in the
air. His grey clothes and jerky, zigzag,
irregular progress made him not unlike
some huge moth himself. I was stand-
ing watching his pursuit with a mix-
ture of admiration for his extraordin-
ary activity and fear lest he should
lose his footing in the treacherous
mire, when I heard the sound of steps,
and turning round found a woman near
me upon the path. She had come from
the direction In which the plume of
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DR. FOWLER'S
EXTRACT OF
WILD STRAWBERRY
It is nature's specific for Diarrhoeal,
Dysentery, Cramps, Colic, Pain in the
Stomach, Cholera Morbus, Cholera In-
fantum, Sea Sickness, Summer Com-
plaint, etc.
Rapid and reliable in its action.
Its effects are marvellous, and it is
pleasant and harmless to take.
It has been a household remedy for
sixty-two years.
Refuse substitutes. They are danger
ous.
Mrs. Wm. Flewelling, Arthur, Ont.,
writes : "I find it much pleasure for
recommend Dr. FOWLER'S ElcTxaor or
WILD STRAWBERRY as a grand cure for
Summer Complaint. My little boy, ones:
year old, was very bad with it, and a fey
doses cured him. I also used it on myv
other six children for cramps and stilt
have half the bottle left. I cannot praise
it too much."
COAL COAL COAL.
We are sole agents for the celebrated SCRANTON COAL,
which has noI Also 4.
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DomesticCo
Coni, and Wood of ail kinds, always on hand.
LUMBER, SHINGLES, LATH
( ssed or Undressed)
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[� chemist in Canada, If you do not find it abso-
lutely pure and exactly as we claim, we will pay rrl
F. the charges and make you a present of $too for I
a your trouble.
SOLE AGENT IN WINGNAM. J. D. BURNS. (gam,
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LEHICH VALLEY COAL
Come with the crowd and leave your order
for Lehigh Valley Coal, that is free from
dirt and clinkers. It has no equal.
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