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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 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 between young Baskerville and his neighbours 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 a very amiable disposition, so that this persecution does not arise from him. I really think that we may eliminate him entirely from our calculations. There remain the people who will actually 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 innocent 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 list of suspects. Then there is a groom at the Hall, if I remember right. There are two moorland farmers. 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 attractions. There is Mr. Frankland, of Lafter Hall, who is also an unknown factor, and there are one or two other neighbours. These are the folk 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 relax your precautions."
Our friends had 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 been shadowed during the last two days. We have never gone out without keeping a sharp watch, and no one could have escaped our notice."
"You have always kept together, I presume?"
"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 College 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 head 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?"
"No, sir, it is gone forever."
"Indeed. That is very interesting. Well, good-bye," he added as the train began to glide down the platform. "Bear in mind, Sir Henry, one of the phrases in that queer old 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 standing motionless and gazing after us.
The journey was a swift and pleasant one, and I spent it in making the more 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 granite, 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 Devon scenery.
"I've been over a good part of the world since I left it, Dr. Watson," said he; "but I have never seen a place to compare with it."
"I never saw a Devonshire man who did not swear by his county," I remarked.
"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 Celtic enthusiasm and power of attachment. 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 Hall, for he lived in a little cottage on the South Coast. Thence I went straight to a friend in America. I tell you it is all as new to me as it is to Dr. Watson, and I'm as keen as possible to see the moor."
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Sir Henry Baskerville and Dr. Mortimer were ready upon the appointed day, and we started as arranged for Devonshire. Mr. Sherlock Holmes drove to the Station and Gave Me Me with his last injunctions and Parting Advice.
"I Will not Mind your bias by suggesting theories or suspicions, Watson," He said; "I wish to Report Facts You simply 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 between Young Baskerville and his Neighbours 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 a very amiable disposition, so that this persecution does. not ARISE from Him. I Really Think that we May Eliminate Him entirely from our calculations. There remain the people Who Will actually 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 Innocent 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 list of suspects. Then there is a groom at the Hall, if I remember right. There are two moorland farmers. 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 attractions. There is Mr. Frankland, of Lafter Hall, who is also an unknown factor, and there are one or two other neighbours. These are the Folk Who must be your very special Study. "
" I do My Will 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 Relax your Precautions. "
Our friends had already a Secured First-Class Carriage Waiting for US and were upon the Platform.
" No, we have no any Kind of News, "said Dr. Mortimer in answer to my friend's questions. "I can swear to one thing, and that is that we have not been shadowed during the last two days. Never have we gone Without keeping a sharp Watch out, and no one could have escaped our Notice. "
" You have always kept Together, I presume? "
" 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 College of Surgeons. "
" And I went to Look at the Folk in the Park, "said Baskerville.
" But we had. Kind of Trouble no any. "
" It was Imprudent, all the Same, "said Holmes, shaking his head and very Looking 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? "
" No, Sir, it is gone Forever. "
" Indeed. That is very interesting. Well, good-bye, "he added as the train began to glide down the platform." Bear in mind, Sir Henry, one of the phrases in that queer old 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 standing Motionless and gazing after US.
The Journey was a Swift and pleasant one. , and I spent it in making the more 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 granite, and red cows grazed in well-. Lush hedged fields where the grasses and more luxuriant vegetation spoke of a richer, if a damper, Climate. Young Baskerville stared eagerly out of the Window and cried Aloud Familiar with Delight as He recognized the features of the Devon Scenery.
"I've been. over a good part of the world since I left it, Dr. Watson, "said he; "but I have Never seen a Place to compare with it."
"I Never Saw a Devonshire Man Who did not Swear by his County," I remarked.
"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 Celtic enthusiasm and power of attachment. 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 Hall, for He lived in a Little Cottage on the South Coast. thence I. Straight went to a friend in America. I tell You all as it is New to Me as it is to Dr. Watson, and I'm as keen as possible to See the Moor. "
" You Are? Then your wish is easily granted. , for there i