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Short Stories (story)

The Hound of the Baskervilles (houn)

49101    You know the lie of the land best.
49102    Creep forward quietly and see what they are doing - but for Heaven's sake don't let them know that they are watched!'
49103    I tip-toed down the path and stooped behind the low wall which surrounded the stunted orchard.
49104    Creeping in its shadow, I reached a point whence I could look straight through the uncurtained window.
49105    There were only two men in the room, Sir Henry and Stapleton.
49106    They sat with their profiles towards me on either side of the round table.
49107    Both of them were smoking cigars, and coffee and wine were in front of them.
49108    Stapleton was talking with animation, but the Baronet looked pale and distrait.
49109    Perhaps the thought of that lonely walk across the ill-omened moor was weighing heavily upon his mind.
49110    As I watched them Stapleton rose and left the room, while Sir Henry filled his glass again and leaned back in his chair, puffing at his cigar.
49111    I heard the creak of a door and the crisp sound of boots upon gravel.
49112    The steps passed along the path on the other side of the wall under which I crouched.
49113    Looking over, I saw the naturalist pause at the door of an out-house in the corner of the orchard.
49114    A key turned in a lock, and as he passed in there was a curious scuffling noise from within.
49115    He was only a minute or so inside, and then I heard the key turn once more, and he passed me and re-entered the house.

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