The Hound of the Baskervilles

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Know then the legend of the

hound of the Baskervilles.

Know then that the great

hall of Baskervilles

was once held by Sir

Hugo of that name

a wild, profane, and godless man.

An evil man, in truth

for there was with him a certain

ugly and cruel humour

that made his name a

byword in the county.

- Our friend learns swiftly.

- Aye.

He's already learned to

fly like a wildfowl

and now he swims like a waterfowl.

Shall we see how he roasts?

Fetch him.

By morning, our friend will know better

than to condemn the sport of his master.

Come on out. Come on.

Here he comes, Sir Hugo.

Here he is, Sir Hugo.

Now our waterfowl has

become guinea fowl.

Guinea pig, more likely.

Bird or beast, we'll soon make

him sing like a nightingale.

Now, sir...

This may teach you to

criticize my pleasures.

If 'twere anyone but my

own daughter, Master...

You should be proud

that a Baskerville

should so much as look

at your miserable child.

Pay up!

No, no! The game was spoiled

before the wager was laid.

Do not crowd me, sirs, I pray you.

I will not pay.

What about the wager?

If I must, I must.

- But not in gold.

- Not in gold?

In kind, with a plaything

I was keeping for myself.

I accept. Where is the girl?

Girl? What talk is this of a girl?

I know of no girl.

Enough!

You shall see her at once, and before

Sir Richard bursts with passion.

See to it that there be no

fighting among your herd of rams.

The b*tch has got away.

What does she think I am,

that she does this to me?

Damn her!

I have her now.

You there! Let loose the pack!

And you, my hunter at the door...

- set the hounds on her.

- But, sir, you cannot...

The hounds! Let loose the pack!

- Yeah, I'll get her.

- My friend, you cannot do this.

I'll get her!

May the hounds of Hell take

me if I can't hunt her down!

Come on.

Come on, what's the matter

with you? Come on, will you?

Now, you witch!

No.

"And so, the curse of Sir Hugo

"came upon the Baskervilles

"in the shape of a

hound from Hell

"forever to bring misfortune

"to the Baskerville family.

"Therefore, take heed

"and beware the moor in those dark

hours when evil is exalted

"else you will surely

meet the hound of Hell

"the hound of the Baskervilles.

"So ends the legend."

And what, may I ask, do you

think of that, Mr. Holmes?

There must be hundreds

of similar folk stories.

I fail to see why I should find

this one of singular interest.

What do you say, Watson?

I'm sure Dr. Mortimer's

intentions are for the best

but there seems little to be

gained from what he's told us.

I had hoped, sir, that the facts

I have laid before you

might have intrigued

you as a detective.

I was obviously mistaken.

Good day to you, sir.

Dr. Mortimer, it was

something more important

that brought you from

Devonshire to Baker Street

something that occurred on Dartmoor

on Friday, the 13th of June.

You've known about it

all the time, then?

I know nothing, except that

you live on Dartmoor

have a copy of the Devon County

Chronicle in your briefcase

dated June 14.

That newspaper is published on Saturdays,

but goes to press on Thursday.

You've kept it for something

vitally important.

The headlines aren't interesting,

so it must be in the stop press.

Whatever it was happened on

Friday, the 13th of June.

- But this is remarkable.

- Superficial.

There's nothing remarkable

about using one's eyes.

Now, sir, would you be prepared

to give us the relevant facts?

Why, yes.

Under the circumstances,

I think I would.

- Proceed.

- Thank you.

This is just the stop press.

"Devonshire knight found dead.

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