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Short Stories (story)

The Hound of the Baskervilles (houn)

48757    Then he turned to me.
48758    'I would suggest carrying this poor fellow to my house, but it would give my sister such a fright that I do not feel justified in doing it.
48759    I think that if we put something over his face he will be safe until morning.'
48760    And so it was arranged.
48761    Resisting Stapleton's offer of hospitality, Holmes and I set off to Baskerville Hall, leaving the naturalist to return alone.
48762    Looking back we saw the figure moving slowly away over the broad moor, and behind him that one black smudge on the silvered slope which showed where the man was lying who had come so horribly to his end.
48763    'We're at close grips at last,' said Holmes, as we walked together across the moor.
48764    'What a nerve the fellow has!
48765    How he pulled himself together in the face of what must have been a paralysing shock when he found that the wrong man had fallen a victim to his plot.
48766    I told you in London, Watson, and will tell you now again, that we have never had a foeman more worthy of our steel.'
48767    'I am sorry that he has seen you.'
48768    'And so was I at first.
48769    But there was no getting out of it.'
48770    'What effect do you think it will have upon his plans, now that he knows you are here?'
48771    'It may cause him to be more cautious, or it may drive him to desperate measures at once.

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