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en　drinking　a　lot　of　beer，but　he　says　he　heard　cries．He　is　not　sure　where　they　came　from．

Dr　Mortimer　was　called　to　look　at　Sir　Charles’body．There　were　no　signs　that　Sir　Charles　had　been　murdered，but　Dr　Mortimer　did　not　recognize　his　friend's　face．The　whole　shape　of　it　was　changed．However，this　often　hap－　pens　with　deaths　which　are　caused　by　weak　hearts．When　Dr　Mortimer　looked　at　the　body，he　found　that　this　was，in　fact，what　had　happened．Sir　Charles’weak　heart　had　failed，and　this　had　caused　his　death．

Everyone　hopes　that　the　new　head　of　the　Baskerville　family　will　move　quickly　into　the　Hall．Sir　Charles　good　work　must　go　on．

The　new　head　of　the　Baskerville　family　will　be　Sir　Hen…　ry　Baskerville，if　he　is　still　alive　and　if　the　lawyers　can　find　him．He　is　the　son　of　Sir　Charles　Baskerville's　younger　brother，who　died　some　years　ago．The　young　man　has　been　living　in　the　USA．The　Baskerville　lawyers　are　trying　to　contact　him　to　tell　him　about　his　good　fortune．

Dr　Mortimer　put　the　newspaper　back　into　his　pocket．

‘Those　are　the　official　facts　about　the　death　of　Sir　Charles．They　are　the　facts　that　everyone　knows，Mr　Holmes，’he　said．

‘Thank　you　for　informing　me　about　this　interesting　case，’Holmes　said．‘I　read　about　it　at　the　time，but　I　heard　none　of　the　details．The　newspaper　gives　the　facts　that　everybody　knows．Now　I　want　you　to　tell　me　all　the　other　facts　that　you　know．What　do　you　know　about　the　strange　stories？’

‘I　haven't　told　anyone　these　other　facts，’said　Dr　Mortimer．‘I　am　a　man　of　science，as　you　know．I　have　always　believed　that　there　are　sensible　explanations　for　everything．I　didn't　want　to　say　anything　that　could　stop　Sir　Henry　from　coming　to　live　at　the　Hall．But　I　will　tell　you　tile　details　that　were　not　in　the　report．’

‘In　the　months　before　his　death，’Dr　Mortimer　went　on，‘Sir　Charles　was　a　very　worried　man．He　was　near　to　breaking　down．He　believed　the　story　of　the　Hound　of　the　Baskervilles．He　refused　to　go　out　at　night．He　often　asked　me　whether　I　had　seen　any　strange　animal　or　heard　the　cry　of　a　hound　on　the　moor　at　night．He　always　got　very　excited　when　he　asked　this　question．

‘I　remember　driving　up　to　the　Hall　one　evening　about　three　weeks　before　he　died．He　was　standing　at　the　door．I　went　up　to　him，and　saw　him　staring　at　something　behind　me．There　was　a　look　of　horror　on　his　face．I　turned　quickly　and　saw　something　moving　between　the　trees．It　looked　like　a　small　black　cow．He　was　so　frightened　that　I　went　to　look　for　the　animal．It　had　disappeared　but　Sir　Charles　was　very　worried．I　stayed　with　him　all　the　evening．It　was　then　he　gave　me　the　old　papers　I　have　read　to　you．What　I　saw　that　evening　may　be　im…　portant　when　you　consider　what　happened　on　the　night　of　his　death．

‘When　Barrymore，the　butler，found　Sir　Charles’body，he　sent　someone　to　fetch　me．I　checked　all　the　facts．I　have　just　read　them　to　you，and　they　are　all　true．

‘But　Barrymore　said　one　thing　that　was　not　true．He　said　that　there　were　no　other　prints　on　the　ground　around　the　body．He　did　not　notice　any．But　I　did．They　were　not　close　to　the　body，but　they　were　fresh　and　clear．’

‘Footprints？’asked　Holmes．

‘Yes．Footprints，’said　Mortimer．

‘A　man's　or　a　woman's？’asked　Holmes．

Dr　Mortimer　looked　at　us　strangely　for　a　moment．His　voice　became　a　whisper　as　he　answered：　

‘Mr　Holmes，they　were　the　footprints　of　a　huge　hound！’

　　



　
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Ifelt　a　moment　of　fear　as　Mortimer　spoke　these　words．Holmes　sat　forward　in　his　excitement，and　his　eyes　showed　he　was　very　interested　indeed．

‘Why　did　nobody　else　see　these　footprints？’he　asked．

‘The　footprints　were　about　twenty　metres　from　the　body，and　nobody　thought　of　looking　so　far　away，’Mortimer　replied．

‘Are　there　many　sheep　dogs　on　the　moor？’asked　Holmes．

‘Yes，but　this　was　no　sheep　dog．The　footprints　were　very　large　indeed—enormous，’Mortimer　answered．

‘But　it　had　not　gone　near　the　body？’

‘No．’

‘What　kind　of　night　was　it？’Holmes　asked．

‘It　was　wet　and　cold，though　it　wasn't　actually　raining．’

‘Describe　the　Alley　to　me．’

‘The　Alley　is　a　path　between　two　long　yew　hedges．The　hedges　are　small　trees　that　were　planted　very　close　together．They　are　about　four　metres　high．The　distance　between　the　two　yew　hedges　is　about　seven　metres．Down　the　middle　is　a　path　of　small　stones．The　path　is　about　three　metres　wide，with　grass　on　each　side　of　it．’

‘I　understand　there　is　a　gate　through　the　hedge　in　one　place，’said　Holmes．

‘Yes，there　is　a　small　gate，which　leads　to　the　moor．’

‘Is　there　any　other　opening　through　the　hedge？’

‘No．’

‘So　you　can　enter　or　leave　the　Yew　Alley　only　from　the　Hall，or　through　the　moor　gate？’asked　Holmes．

‘There　is　a　way　out　through　a　summer　house　at　the　far　end．’

‘Had　Sir　Charles　reached　the　summer　house？’

‘No．He　lay　about　fifty　metres　from　it，’said　Mortimer．

‘Now，Dr　Mortimer，this　is　important．You　say　that　the　footprints　you　saw　were　on　the　path　and　not　on　the　grass？’

‘No　footprints　could　show　on　the　grass，’said　Mortimer．

‘Were　they　on　the　same　side　of　the　path　as　the　moor　gate？’

‘Yes．They　were．’

‘I　find　that　very　interesting　indeed．Another　question：was　the　moor　gate　closed？’

‘Yes．It　was　closed　and　locked．’

‘How　high　is　it？’asked　Holmes．

‘It　is　just　over　a　metre　high．’

‘Then　anyone　could　climb　over　it？’

‘Yes．’

‘What　prints　did　you　see　by　the　moor　gate？’

‘Sir　Charles　seems　to　have　stood　there　for　five　or　ten　min－　utes，’said　Mortimer．‘I　know　that　because　his　cigar　had　burned　down　and　the　ash　had　dropped　twice　off　the　end　of　it．’

‘Excellent，’said　Holmes．‘This　man　is　a　very　good　detective，Watson．’

‘Sir　Charles　had　left　his　footprints　all　over　that　little　bit　of　the　path　where　he　was　standing．I　couldn't　see　any　other　prints．’

Sherlock　Holmes　hit　his　knee　with　his　hand　angrily．

‘I　like　to　look　closely　at　these　things　myself，’he　said．‘Oh，Dr　Mortimer，why　didn't　you　call　me　immediately？’

‘Mr　Holmes，the　best　detective　in　the　world　can't　help　with　some　things，’said　Mortimer．

‘You　mean　things　that　are　outside　the　laws　of　nature—su…　pernatural　things？’asked　Holmes．

‘I　didn't　say　so　exactly，’replied　Mortimer．‘But　since　Sir　Charles　died，I　have　heard　about　a　number　of　things　that　seem　to　be　supernatural．Several　people　have　seen　an　animal　on　the　moor　that　looks　like　an　enormous　hound．They　all　agree　that　it　was　a　huge　creature，which　shone　with　a　strange　light　like　a　ghost．I　have　questioned　these　people　carefully．They　are　all　sensible　people．They　all　tell　the　same　story．Although　they　have　only　seen　the　creature　far　away，it　is　exactly　like　the　hell…　hound　of　the　Baskerville　story．The　people　are　very　frightened，and　only　the　bravest　man　will　cross　the　moor　at　night．’

‘And　you，a　man　of　science，believe　that　the　creature　is　supernatural—something　from　another　world？’asked　Holmes．

‘I　don't　know　what　to　believe，’said　Dr　Mortimer．

‘But　you　must　agree　that　the　footprints　were　made　by　a　liv…　ing　creature，not　a　ghost？’

‘When　the　hound　first　appeared　two　hundred　and　fifty　years　ago，it　was　real　enough　to　tear　out　Sir　Hugo's　throat…but　it　was　a　supernatural　hell…hound，’said　Dr　Mortimer．

‘If　you　think　that　Sir　Charles'　death　was　caused　by　some－　thing　supernatural，my　detective　work　can't　help　you，’said　Holmes，rather　coldly．

‘Perhaps，’said　Mortimer．‘But　you　can　help　me　by　advis…　ing　me　what　to　do　for　Sir　Henry　Baskerville．He　arrives　in　Lon－　don　by　train　in　exactly，’Dr　Mortimer　looked　at　his　watch，‘one　hour　and　a　quarter．’

‘Sir　Henry　is　now　head　of　the　Baskerville　family？’asked　Holmes．

‘Yes，’said　Dr　Mortimer．‘He　is　the　last　of　the　Baskervilles．The　family　lawyers　contacted　him　in　the　USA．He　has　come　to　England　immediately　by　ship．He　landed　this　morning．Now，Mr　Holmes，what　do　you　advise　me　to　do　with　him？’

‘Why　should　he　not　go　to　the　family　home？’asked　Holmes．

‘Because　so　many　Baskervilles　who　go　there　die　horrible　deaths．But　Sir　Charles’good　work　must　go　on．If　it　doesn’t，all　the　people　on　the　Baskerville　lands　will　be　much　poorer．If　the　Baskerville　family　leaves　the　Hall，that　is　what　will　happen．I　don't　know　what　to　do．That　is　why　I　came　to　you　for　advice．’

Holmes　though　for　a　little　while．Then　he　said：‘You　think　it　is　too　dangerous　for　any　Baskerville　to　live　at　the　Hall　because　of　this　supernatural　hell－hound．Well，I　think　you　should　go　and　meet　Sir　Henry　Baskerville．Say　nothing　to　him　about　this．I　shall　give　you　my　advice　in　twenty－four　hours．At　ten　o’clock　tomorrow　morning，Dr　Mortimer，I　would　like　you　to　bring　Sir　Henry　Baskerville　here．’

Dr　Mortimer　got　up　from　his　chair．As　he　was　leaving　the　room，Holmes　said：‘One　more　question，Dr　Mortimer．You　said　that　before　Sir　Charles’death　several　people　saw　this　strange　creature　on　the　moor？’

‘Three　people　did，’said　Mortimer．

‘Did　anyone　see　it　after　the　death？’

‘I　haven't　heard　of　anyone．’

‘Thank　you，Dr　Mortimer．Good　morning．’

After　Mortimer　had　left　us，Holmes　sat　down　in　his　chair．He　looked　pleased．He　always　looked　pleased　when　a　case　interest－　ed　him．

I　knew　that　he　needed　to　be　alone　to　think　about　all　that　he　had　heard．I　went　out　for　the　day，and　came　back　to　find　the　room　full　of　thick　smoke　from　Holmes’pipe．

‘What　do　you　think　of　this　case？’I　asked　him．

‘It　is　hard　to　say．Take，for　example，the　change　in　the　foot－　prints．Did　Sir　Charles　walk　on　his　toes　down　the　Alley？Only　a　stupid　person　is　likely　to　believe　that．The　truth　is　he　was　run－　ning—running　for　his　life．He　ran　until　his　heart　stopped　and　he　fell　dead．’

‘What　was　he　running　from？’I　asked．

‘That　is　the　difficult　question，’said　Holmes．‘I　think　he　was　mad　with　fear　before　he　began　to　run．He　didn't　know　what　he　was　doing．That　explains　why　he　ran　away　from　the　house　instead　of　towards　it．He　was　running　away　from　help．The　next　question：who　was　he　waiting　for　that　night？And　why　was　he　waiting　in　the　Yew　Alley　and　not　in