The Hound of the Baskervilles Page #3

Would you mind sorting out a

large-scale map of Dartmoor...

while I find some more tobacco.

This, I think, is a two-pipe problem.

Come in.

So you finally managed to get here.

I didn't know we'd kept you.

Kept me? I sent for you

over 20 minutes ago.

- I think perhaps you've made a mistake.

- I've made a mistake, all right.

The mistake I made was in

ever coming to this hotel.

What did you find out

about my other boot?

They were both here last night.

But nobody knows: the porter,

the maid, the boot boy.

Nobody in this hotel of yours knows

where the other one's gone to.

You're the manager.

Perhaps you'll tell me what

you do with all your boots.

I'm a few minutes late, I'm afraid.

Those confounded horse buses.

However, I see you've all met, we

might as well get down to business.

We have not been given an

opportunity to introduce ourselves.

I'm so sorry. Please, let me.

Sir Henry, let me introduce

Mr. Sherlock Holmes...

Dr. Watson. Sir Henry Baskerville.

I'm afraid you're a

little late, Mortimer.

I've already managed to make

quite a fool of myself.

Gentlemen, I must ask you

to accept my apologies.

Dr. Watson. Mr. Holmes.

- How do you do?

- Glad to meet you both.

- I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you.

- Say no more.

- It was quite understandable.

- Yes, indeed.

I hope that the missing boot

will turn up very soon.

So do I.

I can understand somebody wanting

to steal a pair of boots, but one?

There it is.

- Please, sit down, gentlemen.

- Why, thank you.

Now, Mr. Holmes...

Dr. Mortimer has, no doubt, explained

why he's asked us to come here.

He has, and I may as well tell you,

I consider him to have been...

somewhat hasty in

asking your advice.

Surely, it was only to

protect your interests.

He has told you of the legend of

the hound of the Baskervilles?

Yes, but I don't attach any importance

to that sort of old wives' tale.

A man after my own heart.

You intend to go down to Devonshire

and live at Baskerville Hall?

I've already come a very long

way to do exactly that...

and nothing is going to stop me.

- You can understand that, surely.

- I can indeed.

The estate must be worth a vast amount.

Exactly how much, Dr. Mortimer?

You will forgive me if I ask

a very personal question?

- Of course.

- Well?

When everything's settled up,

I suppose, close on 1 million.

Did anyone else benefit

under Sir Charles' will?

Yes. He left the

Barrymores 1,000...

which I thought was

rather generous...

and I myself received something.

- How much?

- Is this really necessary?

I would not have asked, otherwise.

Very well.

He left me 40,000.

Then, you see, I was Sir

Charles' best friend.

- Were there no other relatives?

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