The Hound of the Baskervilles Page #2

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"In the time of the

Great Rebellion, about 1650,

Baskerville Manor was held

by Hugo of that name,

a profane and godless man.

One Michaelmas, Mr. Hugo stalled

out of a neighboring farm

and carried off

the daughter of the house.

He locked her in an upper chamber,

and while Hugo and his

friends were carousing..

...as was their nightly custom.."

Such a cuddlesome little wench

never existed before, I swear.

Cheeks soft as velvet.

A form so wondrously rounded.

- Tell us more.

- What happened then?

- Where was I?

- The form, you were saying.

Oh, yeah.

No need to cry out, I told her.

Hugo will not hurt you.

With that, I whisked

her up on my saddle,

covered her with my cloak

and we were off like the wind.

- You brought her here?

- To the Manor?

- Where is she?

- Go fetch her, Hugo.

Easier said than done, eh, Hugo?

How can he fetch her

if she isn't here?

She isn't, eh?

Come on, I'll show you.

May we come in, my sweet?

These drunken sots

will give Hugo the..

There is no girl.

Gone!

Gone.

Get out of my way.

Tim! Danny!

- Yes, Sir Hugo.

- What's wrong, sir?

She's gone, the wench.

Well, don't stand there gaping,

go bring my mare.

What's wrong?

I've never seen him

in such a rage.

Where's he gone?

Lets follow him.

- Lets go, Roderick.

- Farewell.

Come on, Matthew.

Hold it still, you blockhead.

I'll give my soul to the devil

for that wench!

Did you hear how he pledged his

soul to the devil for that wench?

Well, may he find her and wed her.

Then the devil will have his soul.

"On and on they road,

until suddenly they came

upon the body of the girl."

Dead.

"Then, from just over a rise,

they heard sounds so hideous

that the blood froze

in their veins,

and looking up, they beheld..."

"Before we could get at him,

Sir Hugo was dead,

his body literally

torn to shreds.

Such is the history

of the hound

that has cursed the

Baskerville family ever since.

Many having been

unhappy in their death,

that have been sudden,

violent, and mysterious."

Well, Mr. Holmes?

Interesting.

Very interesting.

- What do you think?

- I don't know.

But Sir Henry is arriving

from Canada tomorrow.

Please understand my dilemma,

my responsibility.

I was Sir Charles' best friend.

My duty is to protect that boy.

If I should take him down

there to Baskerville Hall,

...and anything happened to him..

- What I'd suggest, Dr. Mortimer,

is that when Sir Henry arrives,

you bring him here.

Oh, thank you,

thank you, Mr. Holmes.

You don't know what a load

you've taken off my mind.

- Good night, Dr. Watson.

- Good night, sir.

You've left your stick again.

Oh, thank you.

By the by, Dr. Mortimer,

you have a dog?

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