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In the eerie Baskerville Hall, a baronet is found dead under mysterious circumstances. Could his death be the consequence of a centuries-old family curse, believed to be carried out by a supernatural hound? Join the iconic detective duo, Holmes and Watson, as they delve into the enigmatic death of Sir Charles Baskerville, racing against time to protect the new baronet from a similar ominous fate.
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Chapter eight of The Hound of the Baskervilles. This is
a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain.
For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org.
Read by Richard Ryman, first report of Doctor Watson. From
(00:23):
this point onward, I will follow the course of events
by transcribing my own letters to mister Sherlock Holmes, which
lie before me on the table. One page is missing,
but otherwise they are exactly as written, and show my
feelings and suspicions of the moment more accurately than my memory,
clear as it is upon these tragic events can possibly do.
(00:46):
Baskerville Hall, October thirteenth, My dear Holmes, my previous letters
and telegrams have kept you pretty well up to date
as to all that has occurred in this most god
forsaken corner of the world. The longer one stays here,
the more does the spirit of the moor sink into
one's soul, its vastness and also its grim charm. When
(01:11):
you are once out upon its bosom, you have left
all traces of modern England behind you. But on the
other hand, you are conscious everywhere of the homes and
the work of the prehistoric people. On all sides of
you as you walk are the houses of these forgotten folk,
with their graves, and the huge monoliths which are supposed
(01:32):
to have marked their temples. As you look at their
gray stone huts against the scarred hillsides, you leave your
own age behind you, And if you were to see
a skin clad hairy man crawl out from the low door,
fitting a flint tipped arrow on to the string of
his bow, you would feel that his presence there was
(01:54):
more natural than your own. The strange thing is that
they should have lived so thickly on what must always
have been most unfruitful soil. I am no antiquarian, but
I could imagine that there were some unwarlike and harried
race who were forced to accept that which none other
would occupy. All this, however, is foreign to the mission
(02:18):
on which you sent me, and will probably be very
uninteresting to your severely practical mind. I can still remember
your complete indifference as to whether the Sun moved round
the earth or the Earth round the Sun. Let me therefore,
return to the facts concerning Sir Henry Baskerville. If you
(02:39):
have not had any report within the last few days.
It is because up to to day there was nothing
of importance to relate. Then a very surprising circumstance occurred,
which I shall tell you in due course. But first
of all I must keep you in touch with some
of the other factors in the situation. One of these,
(03:00):
concerning which I have said little, is the escaped convict
upon the moor. There is strong reason now to believe
that he has got right away, which is a considerable
relief to the lonely householders of this district. A fortnight
has passed since his flight, during which he has not
been seen, and nothing has been heard of him. It
(03:21):
is surely inconceivable that he could have held out upon
the moor during all that time. Of course, so far
as this concealment goes, there is no difficulty at all.
Any one of these stone huts would give him a
hiding place, but there is nothing to eat unless he
were to catch and slaughter one of the moor sheep.
(03:42):
We thate therefore that he has gone, and the outlying
farmer sleep the better. In consequence, we are four able
bodied men in this household, so that we could take
good care of ourselves. But I confess that I have
had uneasy moments when I have thought of the Stapletons.
They live miles from any help. There are one maid,
(04:06):
an old man, servant, the sister, and the brother, the
latter not a very strong man. They would be helpless
in the hands of a desperate fellow like this nodding,
ill criminal if he could once effect an entrance. Both
Sir Henry and I were concerned at their situation, and
it was suggested that Perkins the groom should go over
(04:29):
to sleep there, but Stapleton would not hear of it.
The fact is that our friend the Baronet begins to
display a considerable interest in our fair neighbor is not
to be wondered at. For time hangs heavily in this
lonely spot to an active man like him, and she
(04:49):
is a very fascinating and beautiful woman. There is something
tropical and exotic about her which forms a singular contrast
to her cool, unemotional brother. Yet he also gives the
idea of hidden fires. He has certainly a very marked
influence over her, for I have seen her continually glance
(05:12):
at him as she talked, as if seeking approbation for
what she said. I trust that he is kind to her.
There is a dry glitter in his eyes and a
firm set of his thin lips, which goes with a
positive and possibly a harsh nature. You would find him
an interesting study. He came over to call upon Baskerville
(05:35):
on that first day, and the very next morning he
took us both to show us the spot where the
legend of the Wicked Hugo is supposed to have had
its origin. It was an excursion of some miles across
the moor to a place which is so dismal that
it might have suggested the story. We found a short
(05:56):
valley between rugged tours, which led to an open grass
flucked over with the white cotton grass. In the middle
of it rose two great stones, worn and sharpened at
the upper end until they looked like the huge corroding
fangs of some monstrous beast. In every way it corresponded
(06:17):
with the scene of the old tragedy. Sir Henry was
much interested, and asked Stapleton more than once whether he
did really believe in the possibility of the interference of
the supernatural in the affairs of men. He spoke lightly,
but it was evident that he was very much in earnest.
(06:38):
Stapleton was guarded in his replies, but it was easy
to see that he said less than he might, and
that he would not express his whole opinion out of
consideration for the feelings of the baronet. He told us
of similar cases where families had suffered from some evil influence,
and he left us with the impression that he shared
(07:00):
the popular view upon the matter. On our way back,
we stayed for lunch at Marypitt House, and it was
there that Sir Henry made the acquaintance of Miss Stapleton.
From the first moment that he saw her, he appeared
to be strongly attracted by her, and I am much
mistaken if the feeling was not mutual. He referred to
(07:24):
her again and again on our walk home, and since
then hardly a day has passed that we have not
seen something of the brother and sister. They dine here
to night, and there is some talk of our going
to them next week. One would imagine that such a
match would be very welcome to Stapleton. Yet I have
(07:45):
more than once caught a look of the strongest disapprobation
in his face. When Sir Henry has been paying some
attention to his sister. He is much attached to her,
no doubt, and would lead a lonely life without her.
But it would seem the light of selfishness if he
were to stand in the way of her making so
brilliant a marriage. Yet I am certain that he does
(08:08):
not wish their intimacy to ripen into love, and I
have several times observed that he has taken pains to
prevent them from being tete a tete. By the way,
your instructions to me never to allow Sir Henry to
go out alone, will become very much more onerous of
a love affair, or to be added to our other difficulties,
(08:30):
My popularity would soon suffer if I were to carry
out your orders to the letter. The other day, Thursday,
to be more exact, Doctor Mortimer lunched with us. He
has been excavating a barrow at Longdown and has got
a prehistoric skull, which fills him with great joy. Never
(08:51):
was there such a single minded enthusiast as he. The
Stapletons came in afterwards, and a good doctor took us
all to the you alley at Sir Henry's request, to
show us exactly how everything occurred. Upon that fatal night.
It is a long, dismal walk, the yw alley, between
(09:11):
two high walls of clipped hedge, with a narrow band
of grass upon either side. At the far end is
an old tumble down summer house. Half Way down is
the moor gate where the old gentleman left his cigar ash.
It is a white wooden gate with a latch. Beyond
(09:31):
it lies the wide moor. I remembered your theory of
the affair and tried to picture all that had referred
As the old man stood there, he saw something coming
across the moor, something which terrified him, so that he
lost his wits and ran and ran until he died
of sheer horror and exhaustion. There was the long, gloomy
(09:54):
tunnel down which he fled. And from what a sheep
dog of the moor or a spectral hound, black, silent
and monstrous? Was there a human agency in the matter?
Did the pale, watchful barry more? No more than he
cared to say. It was all dim and vague, but
(10:17):
always there is the dark shadow of crime behind it.
One other neighbor I have met since I wrote last.
This is mister Franklin of lofter Hall, who lives some
four miles to the south of us. He is an
elderly man, red faced, white haired, and choleric. His passion
is for the British law, and he has spent a
(10:39):
large fortune in litigation. He fights for the mere pleasure
of fighting, and is equally ready to take up either
side of a question, so that it is no wonder
that he has found it a costly amusement. Sometimes he
will shut up a right of way and defy the
parish to make him open it. At others he will
(10:59):
with his own hands tear down some other man's gait
and declare that a path has existed there from time immemorial,
defying the owner to prosecute him for tresposs. He is
learned in old manorial and communal rights, and he applies
his knowledge, sometimes in favor of the villagers of Fernworthy,
(11:20):
and sometimes against them, so that he is periodically either
carried in triumph down the village street, or else burned
in effigy. According to his latest exploit, he is said
to have about seven lawsuits upon his hands at present,
which will probably swallow up the remainder of his fortune,
and so draw his sting and leave him harmless for
(11:43):
the future. Apart from the law, he seems a kindly
good natured person, and I only mention him because you
were particular that I should send some description of the
people who surround us. He is curiously employed at present
for being an amateur astronomer. He has an excellent telescope
(12:03):
with which he lies upon the roof of his own
house and sweeps the moor all day in the hope
of catching a glimpse of the escape Convict. If he
would confine his energies to this, all would be well.
But there are rumors that he intends to prosecute Doctor
Mortimer for opening a grave without the consent of the
(12:25):
next of kin because he dug up the neolithic skull
in the barrow on long Down. He helps to keep
our lives from being monotonous and gives a little comic
relief where it is badly needed. And now, having brought
you up to dates in the Escaped Convict, the Stapletons,
(12:46):
Doctor Mortimer and Franklin of Lofter Hall, let me end
on that which is most important and tell you more
about the Barrymores, and especially about the surprising development of
last night. First of all, about the test telegram which
you sent from London in order to make sure that
Barrymore was really here. I have already explained that the
(13:09):
testimony of the postmaster shows that the test was worthless,
and that we have no proof one way or the other.
I told Sir Henry how the matter stood, and he,
at once, in his downright fashion, had Barrymore up and
asked him whether he had received the telegram himself. Barrymore
(13:30):
said that he had. Did the boy deliver it into
your old hands? Asked Sir Henry. Barrymore looked surprised and
considered for a little time. No, said he. I was
in the box room at the time, and my wife
brought it up to me. Did you answer it yourself? No.
(13:53):
I told my wife what to answer, and she went
down to write it. In the evening, he recurred to
the subject of his own accord. I could not quite
understand the object of your questions this morning, Sir Henry said, he.
I trust that they do not mean that I have
done anything to forfeit your confidence. Sir Henry had to
(14:17):
assure him that it was not so, and pacify him
by giving him a considerable part of his old wardrobe,
the London outfit having now all arrived. Missus Barrymore is
of interest to me. She is a heavy, solid person,
very limited, intensely respectable, and inclined to be puritanical. You
(14:40):
could hardly conceive a less emotional subject. Yet I have
told you how on the first night here I have
heard her sobbing bitterly, and since then I have more
than once observed traces of tears upon her face. Some
deep sorrow gnaws ever at her heart. Sometimes I wonder
(15:01):
if she has a guilty memory which haunts her. And
sometimes I suspect Barrymore of being a domestic tyrant. I
have always felt that there was something singular and questionable
in this man's character. But the adventure of last night
brings all my suspicions to a head. And yet it
(15:24):
may seem a small matter in itself. You are aware
that I am not a very sound sleeper, and since
I have been on guard in this house, my slumbers
have been lighter than ever. Last night, about two in
the morning, I was aroused by a stealthy step passing
my room. I rose, opened my door and peeped out.
(15:49):
A long black shadow was trailing down the corridor. It
was thrown by a man who walks softly down the
passage with a candle held in his hand. He was
in shirt and trousers, with no covering to his feet.
I could merely see the outline, but his height told
me it was Barrymore. He walked very slowly and circumspectly,
(16:14):
and there was something indescribably guilty and furtive in his
whole appearance. I have told you that the corridor is
broken by the bathany which runs round the hall, but
that it is resumed upon the farther side. I waited
until he had passed out of sight, and then I
followed him. When I came round the batany, he had
(16:38):
reached the end of the farther corridor, and I could
see from the glimmer of light through an open door
that he had entered one of the rooms. Now, all
these rooms are furnished and unoccupied, so that his expedition
became more mysterious than ever. The light shone steadily, as
(16:58):
if he were standing motionless. I crept down the passage
as noiselessly as I could, and peeped round the corner
of the door. Barrymore was crouching at the window with
the candle held against the glass. His profile was half
turned towards me, and his face seemed to be rigid
(17:20):
with expectation as he stared out into the blackness of
the moor. For some minutes, he stood watching intently. Then
he gave a deep groan, and with an impatient gesture,
he put out the light. Instantly. I made my way
back to my room, and very shortly came the stealthy steps,
(17:42):
passing once more upon their return journey. Long afterwards, when
I had fallen into a light sleep, I heard a
key turn somewhere in a lock, but I could not
tell whence the sound came. What it all means I
cannot get. But there is some secret business going on
(18:03):
in this house of Bloom, which sooner or later, we
shall get to the bottom of. I do not trouble
you with my theories, for you asked me to furnish
you only with facts. I have had a long talk
with Sir Henry this morning, and we have made a
plan of campaign founded upon my observations of last night.
(18:26):
I will not speak about it just now, but it
should make my next report interesting reading. End of chapter
eight
Chapter eight of The Hound of the Baskervilles. This is
a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain.
For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org.
Read by Richard Ryman, first report of Doctor Watson. From
(00:23):
this point onward, I will follow the course of events
by transcribing my own letters to mister Sherlock Holmes, which
lie before me on the table. One page is missing,
but otherwise they are exactly as written, and show my
feelings and suspicions of the moment more accurately than my memory,
clear as it is upon these tragic events can possibly do.
(00:46):
Baskerville Hall, October thirteenth, My dear Holmes, my previous letters
and telegrams have kept you pretty well up to date
as to all that has occurred in this most god
forsaken corner of the world. The longer one stays here,
the more does the spirit of the moor sink into
one's soul, its vastness and also its grim charm. When
(01:11):
you are once out upon its bosom, you have left
all traces of modern England behind you. But on the
other hand, you are conscious everywhere of the homes and
the work of the prehistoric people. On all sides of
you as you walk are the houses of these forgotten folk,
with their graves, and the huge monoliths which are supposed
(01:32):
to have marked their temples. As you look at their
gray stone huts against the scarred hillsides, you leave your
own age behind you, And if you were to see
a skin clad hairy man crawl out from the low door,
fitting a flint tipped arrow on to the string of
his bow, you would feel that his presence there was
(01:54):
more natural than your own. The strange thing is that
they should have lived so thickly on what must always
have been most unfruitful soil. I am no antiquarian, but
I could imagine that there were some unwarlike and harried
race who were forced to accept that which none other
would occupy. All this, however, is foreign to the mission
(02:18):
on which you sent me, and will probably be very
uninteresting to your severely practical mind. I can still remember
your complete indifference as to whether the Sun moved round
the earth or the Earth round the Sun. Let me therefore,
return to the facts concerning Sir Henry Baskerville. If you
(02:39):
have not had any report within the last few days.
It is because up to to day there was nothing
of importance to relate. Then a very surprising circumstance occurred,
which I shall tell you in due course. But first
of all I must keep you in touch with some
of the other factors in the situation. One of these,
(03:00):
concerning which I have said little, is the escaped convict
upon the moor. There is strong reason now to believe
that he has got right away, which is a considerable
relief to the lonely householders of this district. A fortnight
has passed since his flight, during which he has not
been seen, and nothing has been heard of him. It
(03:21):
is surely inconceivable that he could have held out upon
the moor during all that time. Of course, so far
as this concealment goes, there is no difficulty at all.
Any one of these stone huts would give him a
hiding place, but there is nothing to eat unless he
were to catch and slaughter one of the moor sheep.
(03:42):
We thate therefore that he has gone, and the outlying
farmer sleep the better. In consequence, we are four able
bodied men in this household, so that we could take
good care of ourselves. But I confess that I have
had uneasy moments when I have thought of the Stapletons.
They live miles from any help. There are one maid,
(04:06):
an old man, servant, the sister, and the brother, the
latter not a very strong man. They would be helpless
in the hands of a desperate fellow like this nodding,
ill criminal if he could once effect an entrance. Both
Sir Henry and I were concerned at their situation, and
it was suggested that Perkins the groom should go over
(04:29):
to sleep there, but Stapleton would not hear of it.
The fact is that our friend the Baronet begins to
display a considerable interest in our fair neighbor is not
to be wondered at. For time hangs heavily in this
lonely spot to an active man like him, and she
(04:49):
is a very fascinating and beautiful woman. There is something
tropical and exotic about her which forms a singular contrast
to her cool, unemotional brother. Yet he also gives the
idea of hidden fires. He has certainly a very marked
influence over her, for I have seen her continually glance
(05:12):
at him as she talked, as if seeking approbation for
what she said. I trust that he is kind to her.
There is a dry glitter in his eyes and a
firm set of his thin lips, which goes with a
positive and possibly a harsh nature. You would find him
an interesting study. He came over to call upon Baskerville
(05:35):
on that first day, and the very next morning he
took us both to show us the spot where the
legend of the Wicked Hugo is supposed to have had
its origin. It was an excursion of some miles across
the moor to a place which is so dismal that
it might have suggested the story. We found a short
(05:56):
valley between rugged tours, which led to an open grass
flucked over with the white cotton grass. In the middle
of it rose two great stones, worn and sharpened at
the upper end until they looked like the huge corroding
fangs of some monstrous beast. In every way it corresponded
(06:17):
with the scene of the old tragedy. Sir Henry was
much interested, and asked Stapleton more than once whether he
did really believe in the possibility of the interference of
the supernatural in the affairs of men. He spoke lightly,
but it was evident that he was very much in earnest.
(06:38):
Stapleton was guarded in his replies, but it was easy
to see that he said less than he might, and
that he would not express his whole opinion out of
consideration for the feelings of the baronet. He told us
of similar cases where families had suffered from some evil influence,
and he left us with the impression that he shared
(07:00):
the popular view upon the matter. On our way back,
we stayed for lunch at Marypitt House, and it was
there that Sir Henry made the acquaintance of Miss Stapleton.
From the first moment that he saw her, he appeared
to be strongly attracted by her, and I am much
mistaken if the feeling was not mutual. He referred to
(07:24):
her again and again on our walk home, and since
then hardly a day has passed that we have not
seen something of the brother and sister. They dine here
to night, and there is some talk of our going
to them next week. One would imagine that such a
match would be very welcome to Stapleton. Yet I have
(07:45):
more than once caught a look of the strongest disapprobation
in his face. When Sir Henry has been paying some
attention to his sister. He is much attached to her,
no doubt, and would lead a lonely life without her.
But it would seem the light of selfishness if he
were to stand in the way of her making so
brilliant a marriage. Yet I am certain that he does
(08:08):
not wish their intimacy to ripen into love, and I
have several times observed that he has taken pains to
prevent them from being tete a tete. By the way,
your instructions to me never to allow Sir Henry to
go out alone, will become very much more onerous of
a love affair, or to be added to our other difficulties,
(08:30):
My popularity would soon suffer if I were to carry
out your orders to the letter. The other day, Thursday,
to be more exact, Doctor Mortimer lunched with us. He
has been excavating a barrow at Longdown and has got
a prehistoric skull, which fills him with great joy. Never
(08:51):
was there such a single minded enthusiast as he. The
Stapletons came in afterwards, and a good doctor took us
all to the you alley at Sir Henry's request, to
show us exactly how everything occurred. Upon that fatal night.
It is a long, dismal walk, the yw alley, between
(09:11):
two high walls of clipped hedge, with a narrow band
of grass upon either side. At the far end is
an old tumble down summer house. Half Way down is
the moor gate where the old gentleman left his cigar ash.
It is a white wooden gate with a latch. Beyond
(09:31):
it lies the wide moor. I remembered your theory of
the affair and tried to picture all that had referred
As the old man stood there, he saw something coming
across the moor, something which terrified him, so that he
lost his wits and ran and ran until he died
of sheer horror and exhaustion. There was the long, gloomy
(09:54):
tunnel down which he fled. And from what a sheep
dog of the moor or a spectral hound, black, silent
and monstrous? Was there a human agency in the matter?
Did the pale, watchful barry more? No more than he
cared to say. It was all dim and vague, but
(10:17):
always there is the dark shadow of crime behind it.
One other neighbor I have met since I wrote last.
This is mister Franklin of lofter Hall, who lives some
four miles to the south of us. He is an
elderly man, red faced, white haired, and choleric. His passion
is for the British law, and he has spent a
(10:39):
large fortune in litigation. He fights for the mere pleasure
of fighting, and is equally ready to take up either
side of a question, so that it is no wonder
that he has found it a costly amusement. Sometimes he
will shut up a right of way and defy the
parish to make him open it. At others he will
(10:59):
with his own hands tear down some other man's gait
and declare that a path has existed there from time immemorial,
defying the owner to prosecute him for tresposs. He is
learned in old manorial and communal rights, and he applies
his knowledge, sometimes in favor of the villagers of Fernworthy,
(11:20):
and sometimes against them, so that he is periodically either
carried in triumph down the village street, or else burned
in effigy. According to his latest exploit, he is said
to have about seven lawsuits upon his hands at present,
which will probably swallow up the remainder of his fortune,
and so draw his sting and leave him harmless for
(11:43):
the future. Apart from the law, he seems a kindly
good natured person, and I only mention him because you
were particular that I should send some description of the
people who surround us. He is curiously employed at present
for being an amateur astronomer. He has an excellent telescope
(12:03):
with which he lies upon the roof of his own
house and sweeps the moor all day in the hope
of catching a glimpse of the escape Convict. If he
would confine his energies to this, all would be well.
But there are rumors that he intends to prosecute Doctor
Mortimer for opening a grave without the consent of the
(12:25):
next of kin because he dug up the neolithic skull
in the barrow on long Down. He helps to keep
our lives from being monotonous and gives a little comic
relief where it is badly needed. And now, having brought
you up to dates in the Escaped Convict, the Stapletons,
(12:46):
Doctor Mortimer and Franklin of Lofter Hall, let me end
on that which is most important and tell you more
about the Barrymores, and especially about the surprising development of
last night. First of all, about the test telegram which
you sent from London in order to make sure that
Barrymore was really here. I have already explained that the
(13:09):
testimony of the postmaster shows that the test was worthless,
and that we have no proof one way or the other.
I told Sir Henry how the matter stood, and he,
at once, in his downright fashion, had Barrymore up and
asked him whether he had received the telegram himself. Barrymore
(13:30):
said that he had. Did the boy deliver it into
your old hands? Asked Sir Henry. Barrymore looked surprised and
considered for a little time. No, said he. I was
in the box room at the time, and my wife
brought it up to me. Did you answer it yourself? No.
(13:53):
I told my wife what to answer, and she went
down to write it. In the evening, he recurred to
the subject of his own accord. I could not quite
understand the object of your questions this morning, Sir Henry said, he.
I trust that they do not mean that I have
done anything to forfeit your confidence. Sir Henry had to
(14:17):
assure him that it was not so, and pacify him
by giving him a considerable part of his old wardrobe,
the London outfit having now all arrived. Missus Barrymore is
of interest to me. She is a heavy, solid person,
very limited, intensely respectable, and inclined to be puritanical. You
(14:40):
could hardly conceive a less emotional subject. Yet I have
told you how on the first night here I have
heard her sobbing bitterly, and since then I have more
than once observed traces of tears upon her face. Some
deep sorrow gnaws ever at her heart. Sometimes I wonder
(15:01):
if she has a guilty memory which haunts her. And
sometimes I suspect Barrymore of being a domestic tyrant. I
have always felt that there was something singular and questionable
in this man's character. But the adventure of last night
brings all my suspicions to a head. And yet it
(15:24):
may seem a small matter in itself. You are aware
that I am not a very sound sleeper, and since
I have been on guard in this house, my slumbers
have been lighter than ever. Last night, about two in
the morning, I was aroused by a stealthy step passing
my room. I rose, opened my door and peeped out.
(15:49):
A long black shadow was trailing down the corridor. It
was thrown by a man who walks softly down the
passage with a candle held in his hand. He was
in shirt and trousers, with no covering to his feet.
I could merely see the outline, but his height told
me it was Barrymore. He walked very slowly and circumspectly,
(16:14):
and there was something indescribably guilty and furtive in his
whole appearance. I have told you that the corridor is
broken by the bathany which runs round the hall, but
that it is resumed upon the farther side. I waited
until he had passed out of sight, and then I
followed him. When I came round the batany, he had
(16:38):
reached the end of the farther corridor, and I could
see from the glimmer of light through an open door
that he had entered one of the rooms. Now, all
these rooms are furnished and unoccupied, so that his expedition
became more mysterious than ever. The light shone steadily, as
(16:58):
if he were standing motionless. I crept down the passage
as noiselessly as I could, and peeped round the corner
of the door. Barrymore was crouching at the window with
the candle held against the glass. His profile was half
turned towards me, and his face seemed to be rigid
(17:20):
with expectation as he stared out into the blackness of
the moor. For some minutes, he stood watching intently. Then
he gave a deep groan, and with an impatient gesture,
he put out the light. Instantly. I made my way
back to my room, and very shortly came the stealthy steps,
(17:42):
passing once more upon their return journey. Long afterwards, when
I had fallen into a light sleep, I heard a
key turn somewhere in a lock, but I could not
tell whence the sound came. What it all means I
cannot get. But there is some secret business going on
(18:03):
in this house of Bloom, which sooner or later, we
shall get to the bottom of. I do not trouble
you with my theories, for you asked me to furnish
you only with facts. I have had a long talk
with Sir Henry this morning, and we have made a
plan of campaign founded upon my observations of last night.
(18:26):
I will not speak about it just now, but it
should make my next report interesting reading. End of chapter
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