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Short Stories (story)

The Hound of the Baskervilles (houn)

47679    I go round at night to see that they are fastened.'
47680    'On the second floor?'
47681    'Yes, sir, all the windows.'
47682    'Look here, Barrymore,' said Sir Henry, sternly, 'we have made up our minds to have the truth out of you, so it will save you trouble to tell it sooner rather than later.
47683    Come, now!
47684    No lies!
47685    What were you doing at that window?'
47686    The fellow looked at us in a helpless way, and he wrung his hands together like one who is in the last extremity of doubt and misery.
47687    'I was doing no harm, sir.
47688    I was holding a candle to the window.'
47689    'And why were you holding a candle to the window?'
47690    'Don't ask me, Sir Henry - don't ask me!
47691    I give you my word, sir, that it is not my secret, and that I cannot tell it.
47692    If it concerned no one but myself I would not try to keep it from you.'
47693    A sudden idea occurred to me, and I took the candle from the window-sill, where the butler had placed it.

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