The Hound of the Baskervilles Page #4

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Dr. Mortimer bringing me here

to see you, this letter?

It's about you, Sir Henry, your

inheritance in Baskerville Hall.

And Dr. Mortimer thinks that it might

not be safe for you to go down there.

- Safe?

- On account of a hound,

a wild, supernatural monster..

...that has cursed you Baskervilles

for the last two to 300 years.

Ho, ho, that sounds grand!

A family ghost, eh?

Why did you tell me about

this before, Dr. Mortimer?

Well, Mr. Holmes suggested..

He's going to tell you

about it now, Sir Henry.

Take him back to the hotel,

Dr. Mortimer.

Show him that old document tell him

everything, the whole business.

I'll join you a little later.

Come on, we'll stroll back.

You can tell me on the way.

This is not something to joke

about, Sir Henry, believe me.

See you presently.

Good night.

What's up?

Shh.

- Come on, Watson.

- What's up, now?

- Where are we going?

- You'll see soon enough.

We've not a moment to lose.

Newspaper.

Get your evening paper.

Keep your eye on that hansom.

This letter dates back

to about 1650.

Paper, get your evening paper.

Get your paper, evening paper.

Evening paper, sir,

get your evening paper.

Get your paper, evening paper.

Evening paper, sir?

Tells all the latest news

that's going on, sir.

- Tells you all about it.

- Thank you, sir.

Evening paper.

A dissident, drunken fellow...

He was a decadent...

Look out, stop!

Whip up, cabby.

Whip up, I say.

Very good, sir.

- Who was it? - I don't know,

but it's just as I expected.

- Hadn't we better hurry on

and warn them? - No, no, no.

They're not in any danger now.

Here's the number

of that hansom.

Find out from Scotland Yard

who the cabbie is

and if you can,

fetch him along to the hotel.

I'll do my best.

Well, now that Dr. Mortimer

has told you everything,

what have you decided?

To go there, of course.

Good, that's what I thought

you'd say.

And if Dr. Mortimer

would only guarantee

that this supernatural hound

of his would really appear,

I'm all the ready.

Oh, don't say that, my boy.

Sounds like a bogy story they tell

kids to frighten them at night,

- isn't it, Mr. Holmes?

- Yes, rather.

It might interesting to know,

however,

that you were shadowed

from my house.

Shadowed?

Yes, and probably have been ever

since you arrived in London.

By whom?

I don't know.

A man in a hansom.

He must have seen me run after

him and have the cabbie dash off.

Oh, by the by.

- Did you ever discover

your mislaid boot? - No

Hello.

The brown one's here,

but one of the black one's gone.

I'll ring for the chambermaid,

perhaps she can explain.

Yes, do.

Now, why should anyone

want to take an odd boot

and then exchange a

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