Speaker 1: Chapter fourteen, The Hound of the Baskervilles. One of Sherlock
Speaker 1: Holmes's defects, if indeed one may call it a defect,
Speaker 1: was that he was exceedingly loath to communicate his full
Speaker 1: plans to any other person until the instant of their fulfillment. Partly,
Speaker 1: it came, no doubt, from his own masterful nature, which
Speaker 1: loved to dominate and surprise those who were around him.
Speaker 1: Partly also from his professional caution, which urged him never
Speaker 1: to take any chances. The result, however, was very trying
Speaker 1: for those who were acting as his agents and assistants.
Speaker 1: I had often suffered under it, but never more so
Speaker 1: than during that long drive in the darkness. The great
Speaker 1: Ordeal was in front of us. At last, we were
Speaker 1: about to make our final effort, and yet Holmes had
Speaker 1: said nothing, and I could only surmise what his course
Speaker 1: of action would be. My nerves thrilled with anticipation, when
Speaker 1: at last, the cold wind upon our faces and the
Speaker 1: dark void spaces on either side of the narrow road
Speaker 1: told me that we were back upon the moor once again.
Speaker 1: Every stride of the horses and every turn of the
Speaker 1: wheels was taking us nearer to our supreme adventure. Our
Speaker 1: conversation was hampered by the presence of the driver of
Speaker 1: the hired wagonet, so that we were forced to talk
Speaker 1: of trivial matters when our nerves were tense with emotion
Speaker 1: and anticipation. It was a relief to me after that
Speaker 1: unnatural restraint. When we had last passed Franklin's house and
Speaker 1: knew that we were drawing near to the hall and
Speaker 1: to the scene of action, we did not drive up
Speaker 1: to the door, but got down near the gate of
Speaker 1: the avenue. The wagonet was paid off and ordered to
Speaker 1: return to Coombe Tracy forthwith while we started to walk
Speaker 1: to mery Pitt house. Are you armed, lestrade, the little
Speaker 1: detective smiled. As long as I have my trousers, I
Speaker 1: have a hip pocket, and as long as I have
Speaker 1: my hip pocket, I have something in it. Good. My
Speaker 1: friend and I are also ready for emergencies. You're mighty
Speaker 1: close about this affair, mister Holmes. What's the game now?
Speaker 1: A waiting game? My word, it does not seem a
Speaker 1: very cheerful place, said the detective, with a shiver, glancing
Speaker 1: round him at the gloomy slopes of the hill and
Speaker 1: at the huge lake of fog which lay over the
Speaker 1: grimpen mire. I'll see the lights of a house ahead
Speaker 1: of us. That is mery Pit House, and the end
Speaker 1: of our journey. I must request you to walk on
Speaker 1: tiptoe and not to talk above a whisper. We moved
Speaker 1: cautiously along the track as if we were bound for
Speaker 1: the house, but Holmes halted us when we were about
Speaker 1: two hundred yards from it. This will do, said he.
Speaker 1: These rocks upon the right will make an admirable screen.
Speaker 1: We are to wait here. Yes, we shall make our
Speaker 1: little ambush here. Get into this hollow lestrade. You have
Speaker 1: been inside the house? Of you not, Watson? Can you
Speaker 1: tell the position of the rooms? What are those latticed
Speaker 1: windows at this end? I think they are the kitchen windows,
Speaker 1: and the one beyond, which shines so brightly, that is
Speaker 1: certainly the dining room. The blinds are up. You know
Speaker 1: the lie of the land. Best creep forward quietly and
Speaker 1: see what they are doing. But for Heaven's sake, don't
Speaker 1: let them know that they are watched. I tiptoed down
Speaker 1: the path and stood behind the low wall which surrounded
Speaker 1: the stunted orchard, creeping in its shadow. I reached a
Speaker 1: point whence I could look straight through the uncurtained window.
Speaker 1: There were only two men in the room, Sir Henry
Speaker 1: and Stapleton. They sat their profiles towards me on either
Speaker 1: side of the round table. Both of them were smoking cigars,
Speaker 1: and coffee and wine were in front of them. Stapleton
Speaker 1: was talking with animation, but the Baronet looked pale and distray.
Speaker 1: Perhaps the thought of that lonely walk across the ill
Speaker 1: omened moor was weighing heavily upon his mind. As I
Speaker 1: watched them, Stapleton rose and left the room, while Sir
Speaker 1: Henry filled his glass again and leaned back in his chair,
Speaker 1: puffing at his cigar. I heard the creak of a
Speaker 1: door and the crisp sound of boots upon gravel. The
Speaker 1: steps passed along the path on the other side of
Speaker 1: the wall under which I crouched. Looking over, I saw
Speaker 1: the naturalist Paus at the door of an outhouse in
Speaker 1: the corner of the orchard. A key turned in the lock,
Speaker 1: and as he passed in there was a curious scuffling
Speaker 1: noise from within. He was only a minute or so inside,
Speaker 1: and then I heard the key turn once more, and
Speaker 1: he passed me and re entered the house. I saw
Speaker 1: him rejoin his guest, and I crept quietly back to
Speaker 1: where my companions were waiting to tell them what I
Speaker 1: had seen. You say, Watson, that the lady is not there,
Speaker 1: Holmes asked, when I had finished my report. No where
Speaker 1: can she be? Then, since there is no light in
Speaker 1: any other room except the kitchen, I cannot think where
Speaker 1: she is. I have said that over the great grimpen
Speaker 1: mire there hung a dense white fog. It was drifting
Speaker 1: slowly in our direction and banked itself up like a
Speaker 1: wall on that side of us. Low but thick and
Speaker 1: well defined. The moon shone on it, and it looked
Speaker 1: like a great shimmering ice field, with the heads of
Speaker 1: the distant tours as rocks borne upon its. Holmes's face
Speaker 1: was turned towards it, and he muttered impatiently as he
Speaker 1: watched its sluggish drift. It's moving towards us, Watson. Is
Speaker 1: that serious? Very serious? Indeed? The one thing upon earth
Speaker 1: which could have disarranged my plans? He can't be very
Speaker 1: long now. It is already ten o'clock. Our success and
Speaker 1: even his life, may depend upon his coming out before
Speaker 1: the fog is over the path. The night was clear
Speaker 1: and fine. Above us, the stars shone cold and bright,
Speaker 1: while a half moon bathed the whole scene in a soft,
Speaker 1: uncertain light. Before us lay the dark bulk of the house,
Speaker 1: its serrated roof and bristling chimneys, hard outlined against the
Speaker 1: silver spangled sky. Broad bars of golden light from the
Speaker 1: lower windows stretched across the orchard and the moor. One
Speaker 1: of them was suddenly shut off the servants had left
Speaker 1: the kitchen. There only remained the lamp in the dining room,
Speaker 1: where the two men, the murderous host and the unconscious guest,
Speaker 1: still chatted over their cigars. Every minute, that white wooly plain,
Speaker 1: which covered one half of the moor, was drifting closer
Speaker 1: and closer to the house. Already the first thin wisps
Speaker 1: of it were curling across the golden square of the
Speaker 1: lighted window. The farther wall of the orchard was already invisible,
Speaker 1: and the trees were standing out of a swirl of
Speaker 1: white vapor. As we watched it, the fog wreaths came
Speaker 1: crawling round both corners of the house and rolled slowly
Speaker 1: into one dense bank, on which the upper floor and
Speaker 1: the roof floated like a strange ship upon a shadowy sea.
Speaker 1: Holmes struck his hand passionately upon the rock in front
Speaker 1: of us, and stamped his feet in his impatience. If
Speaker 1: he isn't out in quarter of an hour, the path
Speaker 1: will be covered in half an hour. We won't be
Speaker 1: able to see our hands in front of us. Shall
Speaker 1: we move farther back upon higher ground? Yes, I think
Speaker 1: it would be as well. So as the fog bank
Speaker 1: flowed onward, we fell back before it until we were
Speaker 1: half a mile from the house, and still that dense
Speaker 1: white sea, with the moon silvering its upper edge, swept
Speaker 1: slowly and inexorably on. We are going too far, said Holmes.
Speaker 1: We dare not take the chance of his being overtaken
Speaker 1: before he can reach us. At all costs. We must
Speaker 1: hold our ground where we are. He dropped on his
Speaker 1: knees and clapped his ear to the ground. Thank God,
Speaker 1: I think that I can hear him coming. A sound
Speaker 1: of quick steps broke the silence of the moor. Crouching
Speaker 1: among the stones, we stared intently at the silver tipped
Speaker 1: bank in front of us. The steps grew louder, and
Speaker 1: through the fog as through a curtain. There stepped the
Speaker 1: man whom we were awaiting. He looked round him in
Speaker 1: surprise as he emerged into the clear, starlit night. Then
Speaker 1: he came swiftly along the path, passed close to where
Speaker 1: we lay, and went on up the long slope behind us.
Speaker 1: As he walked, he glanced continually over either shoulder, like
Speaker 1: a man who is ill at ease. Hist cried Holmes,
Speaker 1: and I heard the sharp click of a cocking pistol.
Speaker 1: Look out, it's coming. There was a thin, crisp, continuous
Speaker 1: patter from somewhere in the heart of that crawling bank.
Speaker 1: The cloud was within fifty yards of where we lay,
Speaker 1: and we glared at it, all three, uncertain what horror
Speaker 1: was about to break from the heart of it. I
Speaker 1: was at Holmes's elbow, and I glanced for an instant
Speaker 1: at his face. It was pale and exultant, his eyes
Speaker 1: shining brightly in the moonlight. But suddenly they started forward
Speaker 1: in a rigid, fixed stare, and his lips parted in amazement.
Speaker 1: At the same instant, Lestrade gave a yell of terror
Speaker 1: and threw himself face downward upon the ground. I sprang
Speaker 1: to my feet, my inert hand grasping my pistol, my
Speaker 1: mind paralyzed by the dreadful shape which had sprung out
Speaker 1: upon us from the shadows of the fog. A hound.
Speaker 1: It was an enormous coal black hound, but not such
Speaker 1: a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen. Fire burst
Speaker 1: from its open mouth. Its eyes glowed with a smoldering glare.
Speaker 1: Its muzzle and hackles and dew lap were outlined in
Speaker 1: flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered
Speaker 1: brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish be
Speaker 1: conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke
Speaker 1: upon us out of the wall of fog with long bounds.
Speaker 1: The huge black creature was leaping down the track, following
Speaker 1: hard upon the footsteps of our friend. So paralyzed were
Speaker 1: we by the apparition that we allowed him to pass
Speaker 1: before we had recovered our nerve. Then Holmes and I
Speaker 1: both fired together, and the creature gave a hideous howl,
Speaker 1: which showed that one at least had hit him. He
Speaker 1: did not pause, however, but bounded onward. Far away on
Speaker 1: the path, we saw Sir Henry looking back, his face
Speaker 1: white in the moonlight, his hands raised in horror, glaring
Speaker 1: helplessly at the frightful thing which was hunting him down.
Speaker 1: But that cry of pain from the hound had blown
Speaker 1: all our fears to the winds. If he was vulnerable,
Speaker 1: he was mortal, and if we could wound him, we
Speaker 1: could kill him. Never have I seen a man run
Speaker 1: as Holmes ran that night. I'm reckoned fleet of foot,
Speaker 1: but he outpaced me as much as I outpaced the
Speaker 1: little professional in front of us. As we flew up
Speaker 1: the track, we heard scream after scream from Sir Henry,
Speaker 1: and the deep roar of the hound. I was in
Speaker 1: time to see the beast spring upon its victim, hurl
Speaker 1: him to the ground, and worry at his throat. But
Speaker 1: the next instant Holmes had emptied five barrels of his
Speaker 1: revolver into the creature's flank. With the last howl of
Speaker 1: agony and a vicious snap in the air, it rolled
Speaker 1: upon its back four feet, pouring furiously, and then fell
Speaker 1: limp upon its side. I stood, panting and pressed my
Speaker 1: pistol to the dreadful shimmering head, but it was useless
Speaker 1: to press the trigger. The giant hound was dead. Sir
Speaker 1: Henry lay insensible where he had fallen. We tore away
Speaker 1: his collar, and Holmes breathed a prayer of gratitude when
Speaker 1: we saw that there was no sign of a wound,
Speaker 1: and that the rescue had been in time already. Our
Speaker 1: friend's eyelids shivered, and he made a feeble effort to move.
Speaker 1: Lestrade thrust his brandy flask between the baronet's teeth, and
Speaker 1: two frightened eyes were looking up at us. My God,
Speaker 1: he whispered, what was it? What in Heaven's name was it?
Speaker 1: It's dead, whatever it is, said Holmes, we've laid the
Speaker 1: family ghost once and forever in mere size and strength.
Speaker 1: It was a terrible creature which was lying stretched before us.
Speaker 1: It was not a pure bloodhound, and it was not
Speaker 1: a pure mastiff, but it appeared to be a combination
Speaker 1: of the two, gaunt savage, and as large as a
Speaker 1: small lion. Even now, in the stillness of death, the
Speaker 1: huge jaws seemed to be dripping with a bluish flame,
Speaker 1: and the small, deep set, cruel eyes were ringed with fire.
Speaker 1: I placed my hand upon the glowing muzzle, and as
Speaker 1: I held them up, my own fingers smoldered and gleamed
Speaker 1: in the darkness. Phosphorus, I said a cunning preparation of it,
Speaker 1: said Holmes, sniffing at the dead animal. There is no
Speaker 1: smell which might have interfered with his power of scent.
Speaker 1: We owe you a deep apology, sir Henry, for having
Speaker 1: exposed you to this fright. I was prepared for a hound,
Speaker 1: but not for such a creature as this, and the
Speaker 1: fog gave us little time to receive him. You have
Speaker 1: saved my life, having first endangered it. Are you strong
Speaker 1: enough to stand? Give me another mouthful of that brandy
Speaker 1: and I shall be ready for anything. So now you
Speaker 1: will help me up. What do you propose to do
Speaker 1: to leave you here? You are not fit for further
Speaker 1: adventures to night. If you will wait, one or other
Speaker 1: of us will go back with you to the hall.
Speaker 1: He tried to stagger to his feet, but he was
Speaker 1: still ghastly, pale, and trembling in every limb. We helped
Speaker 1: him to a rock, where he sat shivering, with his
Speaker 1: face buried in his hands. We must leave you now,
Speaker 1: said Holmes. The rest of our work must be done,
Speaker 1: and every moment is of importance. We have our case,
Speaker 1: and now we only want our man. It's a thousand
Speaker 1: to one against our finding him. At the house, he continued,
Speaker 1: as we retraced our steps swiftly down the path. Those
Speaker 1: shots must have told him that the game was up.
Speaker 1: We were some distance off, and this fog may have
Speaker 1: deadened them. He followed the hound to call him off
Speaker 1: of that. You may be certain, no, no, he's gone
Speaker 1: by this time. But we'll so the house and make
Speaker 1: sure the front door was open. So we rushed in
Speaker 1: and hurried from room to room, to the amazement of
Speaker 1: a doddering old man servant, who met us in the passage.
Speaker 1: There was no light save in the dining room, but
Speaker 1: Holmes caught up the lamp and left no corner of
Speaker 1: the house unexplored. No sign could we see of the
Speaker 1: man whom we were chasing. On the upper floor, however,
Speaker 1: one of the bedroom doors was locked. There's someone in here,
Speaker 1: cried Lestrade, I can hear a movement open this door.
Speaker 1: A faint moaning and rustling came from within. Holmes truck
Speaker 1: the door just over the lock with the flat of
Speaker 1: his foot and it flew open. Pistol in hand. We
Speaker 1: all three rushed into the room, but there was no
Speaker 1: sign within it of that desperate and defiant villain whom
Speaker 1: we expected to see. Instead, we were faced by an
Speaker 1: object so strange and so unexpected, that we stood for
Speaker 1: a moment staring at it in amazement. The room had
Speaker 1: been fashioned into a small museum, and the walls were
Speaker 1: lined by a number of glass topped cases full of
Speaker 1: that collection of butterflies and moths, the formation of which
Speaker 1: had been the relaxation of this complex and dangerous man.
Speaker 1: In the center of this room there was an upright beam,
Speaker 1: which had been placed at some period as a support
Speaker 1: for the old, worm eaten bulk of timber which spanned
Speaker 1: the roof to this post. A figure was tied, so
Speaker 1: swathed and muffled in the sheets which had been used
Speaker 1: to secure it, that one could not, for the moment
Speaker 1: tell whether it was that of a man or a woman.
Speaker 1: One towel passed round the throat and was secured at
Speaker 1: the back of the pillar. Another covered the lower part
Speaker 1: of the face, and over it two dark eyes, eyes
Speaker 1: full of grief and shame, and a dreadful questioning, stared
Speaker 1: back at us. In a minute, we had torn off
Speaker 1: the gag and swathed the bonds, and Missus Stapleton sank
Speaker 1: upon the floor in front of us, as her beautiful
Speaker 1: head fell upon her chest. I saw the clear red
Speaker 1: wheel of a whiplash across her neck. The brute cried, Holmes, here, lestrade,
Speaker 1: your brandy bottle. Put her in the chair. She has
Speaker 1: fainted from ill usage and exhaustion. She opened her eyes again.
Speaker 1: Is he safe, she asked? Has he escaped? He cannot
Speaker 1: escape us? Madam, No, no, I did not mean my husband,
Speaker 1: Sir Henry. Is he safe? Yes? And the hound it
Speaker 1: is dead. She gave a long sigh of satisfaction. Thank God,
Speaker 1: thank God, Oh, this villain. See how he has treated me.
Speaker 1: She shot her arms out from her sleeves, and we
Speaker 1: saw with horror that they were all mottled with bruises.
Speaker 1: But this is nothing, nothing. It is my mind and
Speaker 1: soul that he has tortured and defiled. I could endure it,
Speaker 1: all ill usage, solitude, a life of deception, everything, as
Speaker 1: long as I could still cling to the hope that
Speaker 1: I had his love. But now I know that in
Speaker 1: this also I have been his dupe and his tool.
Speaker 1: She broke into passionate sobbing as she spoke, You bear
Speaker 1: him no good will, madam, said Holmes. Tell us then
Speaker 1: where we shall find him? If you have ever aided
Speaker 1: him in evil. Help us now and so atone. There
Speaker 1: is but one place where he can have fled. She answered,
Speaker 1: There is an old tin mine on an island in
Speaker 1: the heart of the mire. It was there that he
Speaker 1: kept his hound, and there also he had made preparations
Speaker 1: so that he might have a refuge. That is where
Speaker 1: he would fly. The fog bank lay like white wall
Speaker 1: against the wind. Holmes held the lamp towards it, see
Speaker 1: said he no one could find his way into the
Speaker 1: grimpen mire tonight. She laughed and clapped her hands. Her
Speaker 1: eyes and teeth gleamed with fierce merriment. He may find
Speaker 1: his way in, but never out, she cried, How can
Speaker 1: he see the guiding wands? Tonight? We planted them together,
Speaker 1: he and I to mark the pathway through the mire. Oh,
Speaker 1: if I could only have plucked them out to day,
Speaker 1: then indeed you would have had him at your mercy.
Speaker 1: It was evident to us that all pursuit was in
Speaker 1: vain until the fog had lifted. Meanwhile, we left Lestrade
Speaker 1: in possession of the house, while Holmes and I went
Speaker 1: back with the baronet to Baskerville Hall. The Story of
Speaker 1: the Stapletons could no longer be withheld from him. But
Speaker 1: he took the blow bravely when he learned the truth
Speaker 1: about the woman whom he had loved. But the shock
Speaker 1: of the Knight's adventures had shattered his nerves, and before
Speaker 1: morning he lay delirious in a high fever under the
Speaker 1: care of Doctor Mortimer. The two of them were destined
Speaker 1: to travel together around the world before Sir Henry had
Speaker 1: become once more the hale, hearty man that he had
Speaker 1: been before he became master of that ill omened estate.
Speaker 1: And now I come rapidly to the conclusion of this
Speaker 1: singular narrative, in which I have tried to make the
Speaker 1: reader share those dark fears and vague surmises which clouded
Speaker 1: our lives so long and ended in so tragic a manner.
Speaker 1: On the morning after the death of the Hound, the
Speaker 1: fog had lifted, and we were guided by Missus Stapleton
Speaker 1: to the point where they had found a pathway through
Speaker 1: the bog. It helped us to realize the horror of
Speaker 1: this woman's life when we saw the eagerness and joy
Speaker 1: with which she laid us on her husband's track. We
Speaker 1: left her standing upon the thin a ninsular of firm,
Speaker 1: peaty soil, which tapered out into the widespread bog. From
Speaker 1: the end of it. A small wand planted here and
Speaker 1: there showed where the path zigzagged from tuft to tuft
Speaker 1: of rushes. Among those green scalmed pits and foul quagmires
Speaker 1: which barred the way to the stranger. Rank reeds and lush,
Speaker 1: slimy water plants sent an odor of decay and a
Speaker 1: heavy miasmatic vapor onto our faces, while a false step
Speaker 1: plunged us more than once thigh deep into the dark,
Speaker 1: quivering mire, which shook for yards in soft undulations around
Speaker 1: our feet. Its tenacious grip plucked at our heels as
Speaker 1: we walked, and when we sank into it, it was
Speaker 1: as if some malignant hand was tugging us down into
Speaker 1: those obscene depths. So grim and purposeful was the clutch
Speaker 1: in which it held us. Once only we saw a
Speaker 1: trace that some one had passed that perilous way before us,
Speaker 1: from amid a tuft of cotton grass which bore it
Speaker 1: up out of the slime. Some dark thing was projecting.
Speaker 1: Holmes sank to his waist as he stepped from the
Speaker 1: path to seize it. And had we not been there
Speaker 1: to drag him out, he could never have set his
Speaker 1: foot upon firm land again. He held an old black
Speaker 1: boot in the air. Meyer's Toronto was printed on the
Speaker 1: leather inside. It is worth a mud bath, said he.
Speaker 1: It is our friend, Sir Henry's missing boot, thrown there
Speaker 1: by Stapleton in his flight. Exactly he retained it in
Speaker 1: his hand after using it to set the hound upon
Speaker 1: the track. He fled when he knew the game was up,
Speaker 1: still clutching it, and he hurled it away. At this
Speaker 1: point of his flight, we know at least that he
Speaker 1: came so far in safety. But more than that we
Speaker 1: were never destined to know. Though there was much which
Speaker 1: we might surmise, there was no chance of finding footsteps
Speaker 1: in the mayre, for the rising mud oozed swiftly in
Speaker 1: upon them. But as we at last reached firmer ground
Speaker 1: beyond the morass, we all looked eagerly for them, but
Speaker 1: no slightest sign of them ever met our eyes. If
Speaker 1: the earth told a true story, then Stapleton never reached
Speaker 1: that island of refuge towards which he struggled through the
Speaker 1: fog upon that last night, somewhere in the heart of
Speaker 1: the great grimpen mire. Down in the foul slime of
Speaker 1: the huge morass which had sucked him in. This cold
Speaker 1: and cruel hearted man is forever buried. Many traces we
Speaker 1: found of him in the bog Girt island where he
Speaker 1: had hid his savage ally huge driving wheel, and a shaft,
Speaker 1: half filled with rubbish showed the position of an abandoned mine.
Speaker 1: Beside it were the crumbling remains of the cottages of
Speaker 1: the miners, driven away, no doubt by the foul reek
Speaker 1: of the surrounding swamp. In one of these, a staple
Speaker 1: and chain with a quantity of gnawed bones showed where
Speaker 1: the animal had been confined. A skeleton with a tangle
Speaker 1: of brown hair adhering to it lay among the debris.
Speaker 1: A dog, said Holmes, by jove, a curly haired spaniel
Speaker 1: or Mortimer will never see his pet again. Well, I
Speaker 1: do not know that this place contains any secret which
Speaker 1: we have not already fathomed. He could hide his hound,
Speaker 1: but he could not hush its voice, and hence came
Speaker 1: those cries, which even in daylight were not pleasant to hear.
Speaker 1: On an emergent say, he could keep the hound in
Speaker 1: the outhouse at Merripitt. But it was always a risk,
Speaker 1: and it was only on the Supreme Day, which he
Speaker 1: regarded as the end of all his efforts, that he
Speaker 1: dared do it. This paste in the tin is no
Speaker 1: doubt the luminous mixture with which the creature was daubed.
Speaker 1: It was suggested, of course, by the story of the
Speaker 1: family hell Hound, and by the desire to frighten old
Speaker 1: Sir Charles to death. No wonder, the poor devil of
Speaker 1: a convict ran and screamed, even as our friend did,
Speaker 1: and as we ourselves might have done, when he saw
Speaker 1: such a creature bounding through the darkness of the moor
Speaker 1: upon his track. It was a cunning device, for apart
Speaker 1: from the chance of driving your victim to his death,
Speaker 1: what peasant would venture to inquire too closely into such
Speaker 1: a creature should he get sight of it, as many
Speaker 1: have done upon the moor. I said it in London, Watson,
Speaker 1: and I say it again now that never yet, if
Speaker 1: we help to hunt down a more dangerous man than
Speaker 1: he who is lying yonder. He swept his long arm
Speaker 1: towards the huge mottled expanse of green splotched bog, which
Speaker 1: stretched away until it merged into the russet slopes of
Speaker 1: the moor,