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Short Stories (story)

The Hound of the Baskervilles (houn)

47696    I held it as he had done, and stared out into the darkness of the night.
47697    Vaguely I could discern the black bank of the trees and the lighter expanse of the moor, for the moon was behind the clouds.
47698    And then I gave a cry of exultation, for a tiny pin-point of yellow light had suddenly transfixed the dark veil, and glowed steadily in the centre of the black square framed by the window.
47699    'There it is!' I cried.
47700    'No, no, sir, it is nothing - nothing at all,' the butler broke in, 'I assure you, sir-'
47701    'Move your light across the window, Watson!' cried the baronet.
47702    'See, the other moves also!
47703    Now, you rascal, do you deny that it is a signal?
47704    Come, speak up!
47705    Who is your confederate out yonder, and what is this conspiracy that is going on?'
47706    The man's face became openly defiant.
47707    'It is my business, and not yours.
47708    I will not tell.'
47709    'Then you leave my employment right away.'
47710    'Very good, sir.

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