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Chapter 4: Sir Henry Baskerville
Our breakfast table was cleared early, and Holmes waited in his dressing-gown for the promised interview. Our clients were punctual to their appointment, for the clock had just struck ten when Dr. Mortimer was shown up, followed by the young baronet. The latter was a small, alert, dark-eyed man about thirty years of age, very sturdily built, with thick black eyebrows and a strong, pugnacious face. He wore a ruddy-tinted tweed suit and had the weather-beaten appearance of one who has spent most of his time…-
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Chapter 3: The Problem
I confess at these words a shudder passed through me. There was a thrill in the doctor’s voice which showed that he was himself deeply moved by that which he told us. Holmes leaned forward in his excitement and his eyes had the hard, dry glitter which shot from them when he was keenly interested. “You saw this?” “As clearly as I see you.” “And you said nothing?” “What was the use?” “How was it that no one else saw it?” “The marks were some twenty yards from the body and no one gave…-
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“I have in my pocket a manuscript,” said Dr. James Mortimer. “I observed it as you entered the room,” said Holmes. “It is an old manuscript.” “Early eighteenth century, unless it is a forgery.” “How can you say that, sir?” “You have presented an inch or two of it to my examination all the time that you have been talking. It would be a poor expert who could not give the date of a document within a decade or so. You may possibly have read my little monograph upon the subject. I put…
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Chapter 1: Mr. Sherlock Holmes
Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. I stood upon the hearthrug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before. It was a fine, thick piece of wood, bulbous-headed, of the sort which is known as a “Penang lawyer.” Just under the head was a broad silver band nearly an inch across. “To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the…-
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Dedication
My Dear Robinson, It was to your account of a West-Country legend that this tale owes its inception. For this and for your help in the details all thanks. Yours most truly, A. Conan Doyle. Hindhead, Haslemere By Arthur Conan Doyle · Source and reuse…-
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Every ten years the sea gives back one house. This time, someone has left a light on inside.-
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02 — The Room That Stayed Dry
The woman at the door wore a grey cardigan and no shoes. She introduced herself as Mrs. Bell, a name Leena knew from a gravestone at the top of the hill.'Tea?' Mrs. Bell asked. 'We have very little time.'The room was perfectly dry. A newspaper lay folded beside an armchair. On the mantelpiece stood seven photographs, each showing the same house at a different tide. In the oldest, a girl sat on the steps holding a camera exactly like Leena's.'Who is she?'Mrs. Bell turned…-
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01 — The Low Water Mark
At the lowest tide of the decade, the house returned. Its roof emerged first, slate tiles shining like the back of a sleeping animal. Then came the windows, the door, and the little iron gate that had once opened onto a garden.Leena had come to photograph it for the local archive. She expected seaweed, broken glass, and a story about erosion. She did not expect fresh curtains. She did not expect smoke from the chimney.The other spectators stayed behind the rope on the beach. Leena walked farther, her…-
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