The Hound of the Baskervilles Page #4

- No.

Sir Henry is the last

of the Baskervilles.

That's why I'm anxious to

safeguard his interests.

Very wise of you.

One thing is certain, Sir Henry.

On no account must you go

down to Devonshire alone.

That's taken care of.

Dr. Mortimer's coming with me.

Dr. Mortimer will have his

practice to attend to.

I can look after

myself, Mr. Holmes.

I must impress upon you that I believe

your life to be in considerable danger.

Now, look, if you attach so

much importance to this...

why don't you come down to

Dartmoor with me today?

- You can pack before the train leaves.

- You're going today?

I can't possibly leave town until

the end of the week at least.

- Watson?

- Yeah.

You're free at the

moment, aren't you?

Yes, I am...

if you think I could do the job.

You're the very man. That's settled.

You'll go down with him.

We'll keep in touch by telegram.

Sir Henry, I am not a man

to overestimate danger...

but I must insist upon one thing:

Under no circumstances...

are you to venture out onto

the moor alone at night.

Very well.

As things have gone this far,

I'll do as you say, for now.

But I'm not yet convinced

that I need the services...

of a detective at all...

unless it'd help me

find my other boot.

Sir Henry, keep perfectly still...

if you value your life.

Move your head. Carefully.

I can't.

You must.

Leave it to me now.

No! Look after him.

Brandy, Mortimer, quickly.

Here you are.

What a filthy thing. Horrible.

You've had a lucky escape...

but we must make certain never to

be caught off our guard again.

Are you suggesting that that thing

was put in there deliberately?

The powers of evil

can take many forms.

Remember that, Sir Henry, when

you're at Baskerville Hall.

Do as the legend tells...

and avoid the moor when the

forces of darkness are exalted.

Are you sure you don't want

a ride to the village?

Quite sure. It'll only take

you out of your way...

whereas it's a short

walk across the moor.

You'd be better off

to go along with us.

Kindly wait until you're spoken to,

and get on with what you're doing.

Whatever you say, but don't blame

me if you get your throat cut.

- What are you talking about, man?

- There's been an escape.

- An escape? When?

- Night before last. Man named Selden.

Nasty customer, from all accounts.

What's all this about?

Forgive me, Sir Henry, you

wouldn't know about it.

One of our largest prisons,

called Dartmoor...

lies only seven miles

across the moor.

It appears that one of the

prisoners has broken out.

Selden. Yes, I remember the case.

He murdered a number

of street women.

I thought people

hanged for murder here.

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