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The Hound of the Baskervilles

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CHAPTER I

Mr. Sherlock Holmes

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he stayed up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. I stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before. It was a fine, thick piece of wood, bulbous-headed, of the sort which is known as a Penang lawyer. Just under the head was a broad silver band, nearly an inch across. “To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the C.C.H.,” was engraved upon it, with the date 1884. It was just such a stick as the old-fashioned family practitioner used to carry-dignified, solid, and reassuring. “Well, Watson, what do you make of it? Holmes was sitting with his back to me, and I had given him no sign of my occupation. How did you know what I was doing? I believe you have eyes in the back of your head.” I have, at least, a well-polished, silver-plated coffee-pot in front of me, said he. “But, tell me, Watson, what do you make of our visitor's stick? Since we have been so unfortunate as to miss him and have no notion of his errand, this accidental souvenir becomes of importance. Let me hear you reconstruct the man by an examination of it. I think,” said I, following so far as I could the methods of my companion, that Dr. Mortimer is a successful elderly medical man, well-esteemed, since those who know him give him this mark of their appreciation. Good said Holmes. “Excellent ” “I think also that the probability is in favour of his being a country practitioner who does a great deal of his visiting on foot. Why so?” “Because this stick, though originally a very handsome one, has been so knocked about that I can hardly imagine a town practitioner carrying it. The thick iron ferrule is worn down, so it is evident that he has done a great amount of walking with it. Perfectly sound ” said Holmes. “And then again, there is the ‘friends of the C.C.H.' I should guess that to be the Something Hunt, the local hunt to whose members he has possibly given some surgical assistance, and which has made him a small presentation in return. Really, Watson, you excel yourself, said Holmes, pushing back his chair and lighting a cigarette. “I am bound to say that in all the accounts which you have been so good as to give of my own small achievements you have habitually underrated your own abilities. It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it. I confess, my dear fellow, that I am very much in your debt. He had never said as much before, and I must admit that his words gave me keen pleasure, for I had often been piqued by his indifference to my admiration and to the attempts which I had made to give publicity to his methods. I was proud, too, to think that I had so far mastered his system as to apply it in a way which earned his approval. He now took the stick from my hands and examined it for a few minutes with his naked eyes. Then, with an expression of interest, he laid down his cigarette, and, carrying the cane to the window, he looked over it again with a convex lens. Interesting, though elementary, said he, as he returned to his favourite corner of the settee. “Ther

Synopsis:

The curse of the Baskervilles began in the 17th Century, when Sir Hugo swore he would give his soul to possess the beautiful daughter of a yeoman. He captured her, but she escaped. He saddled his horse and chased the girl over the moors until she dropped dead from exhaustion . . . and then a black hell-hound appeared, with eyes like fire, and ripped out Hugo's throat. @Now, years later, the Hound has returned. Already it has caused the death of Hugo's descendant, Sir Charles Baskerville. Can Sherlock Holmes stop the curse before it claims Henry Baskerville, the heir of Sir Charles?

Synopsis:

Sir Charles Baskerville's sudden heart attack and death have the townspeople in shock and searching for the one to blame--the family dog--while Sherlock Holmes leads the investigation.

About the Author

Laurie R. King is the author of twelve crime novels, including Folly and Justice Hall. Her 1998 novel, The Moor, the fourth in a series featuring Sherlock Holmes and a young sleuth named Mary Russell, was inspired in part by The Hound of the Baskervilles. She lives in the hills over Monterey Bay, in northern California.

Product Details

ISBN:
9780307432292
Publisher:
Random House Publishing Group
Subject:
Fiction : General
Introduction:
King, Laurie R.
Author:
Arthur Conan Doyle Introduction by Laurie R. King
Author:
James Danly
Author:
Doyle, Sir Arthur Conan
Author:
Doyle, Arthur Conan
Author:
Danly, James
Author:
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Subject:
General
Subject:
Dogs
Subject:
Private investigators
Subject:
Holmes, Sherlock
Subject:
Blessing and cursing
Subject:
Dartmoor
Subject:
Mystery fiction
Subject:
Mystery & Detective - Sherlock Holmes
Subject:
Classics
Subject:
Mystery-A to Z
Subject:
Fiction : Classics
Subject:
main_subject
Subject:
all_subjects
Publication Date:
20021008
Binding:
ELECTRONIC
Language:
English
Pages:
181

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Product details 181 pages Random House Publishing Group - English 9780307432292 Reviews:
"Synopsis" by , The curse of the Baskervilles began in the 17th Century, when Sir Hugo swore he would give his soul to possess the beautiful daughter of a yeoman. He captured her, but she escaped. He saddled his horse and chased the girl over the moors until she dropped dead from exhaustion . . . and then a black hell-hound appeared, with eyes like fire, and ripped out Hugo's throat. @Now, years later, the Hound has returned. Already it has caused the death of Hugo's descendant, Sir Charles Baskerville. Can Sherlock Holmes stop the curse before it claims Henry Baskerville, the heir of Sir Charles?
"Synopsis" by , Sir Charles Baskerville's sudden heart attack and death have the townspeople in shock and searching for the one to blame--the family dog--while Sherlock Holmes leads the investigation.
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