THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES
Another Adventure of Sherlock Holmes
by A. Conan Doyle
My dear Robinson,
It was to your account of a West-Country legend that this tale owes itsinception. For this and for your help in the details all thanks.
Yours most truly,
A. Conan Doyle.
Hindhead,
Haslemere.
Contents
| Chapter 1 | Mr. Sherlock Holmes |
| Chapter 2 | The Curse of the Baskervilles |
| Chapter 3 | The Problem |
| Chapter 4 | Sir Henry Baskerville |
| Chapter 5 | Three Broken Threads |
| Chapter 6 | Baskerville Hall |
| Chapter 7 | The Stapletons of Merripit House |
| Chapter 8 | First Report of Dr. Watson |
| Chapter 9 | The Light upon the Moor [Second Report of Dr. Watson] |
| Chapter 10 | Extract from the Diary of Dr. Watson |
| Chapter 11 | The Man on the Tor |
| Chapter 12 | Death on the Moor |
| Chapter 13 | Fixing the Nets |
| Chapter 14 | The Hound of the Baskervilles |
| Chapter 15 | A Retrospection |
Chapter 1.
Mr. Sherlock Holmes
Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. I stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before. It was a fine, thick piece of wood, bulbous-headed, of the sort which is known as a “Penang lawyer.” Just under the head was a broad silver band nearly an inch across. “To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the C.C.H.,” was engraved upon it, with the date “1884.” It was just such a stick as the old-fashioned family practitioner used to carry—dignified, solid, and reassuring.
“Well, Watson, what do you make of it?”
Holmes was sitting with his back to me, and I had given him no sign of my occupation.
“How did you know what I was doing? I believe you have eyes in the back of your head.”
“I have, at least, a well-polished, silver-plated coffee-pot in front of me,” said he. “But, tell me, Watson, what do you make of our visitor’s stick? Since we have been so unfortunate as to miss him and have no notion of his errand, this accidental souvenir be