49189    Already our friend's eyelids shivered and he made a feeble effort to move.

49190    Lestrade thrust his brandy-flask between the Baronet's teeth, and two frightened eyes were looking up at us.

49191    'My God!' he whispered.

49192    'What was it?

49193    What, in Heaven's name, was it?'

49194    'It's dead, whatever it is,' said Holmes.

49195    'We've laid the family ghost once and for ever.'

49196    In mere size and strength it was a terrible creature which was lying stretched before us.

49197    It was not a pure bloodhound and it was not a pure mastiff, but it appeared to be a combination of the two - gaunt, savage, and as large as a small lioness.

49198    Even now, in the stillness of death, the huge jaws seemed to be dripping with a bluish flame, and the small, deep-set, cruel eyes were ringed with fire.

49199    I placed my hand upon the glowing muzzle, and as I held them up my own fingers smouldered and gleamed in the darkness.

49200    'Phosphorus,' I said.

49201    'A cunning preparation of it,' said Holmes, sniffing at the dead animal.

49202    'There is no smell which might have interfered with his power of scent.

49203    We owe you a deep apology, Sir Henry, for having exposed you to this fright.