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Hello there, hello there.

Is something wrong?

My wife and I found him lying dead in the yew alley,

Face downward.

What did you do then?

I hurried across the moor, to fetch the doctor.

Dr. Mortimer.

He was at dinner with Ms. Stapleton and her brother.

Very well, Barryman, that's all.

Yes, sir.

Dr. Mortimer,

To what do you attribute the death of Sir Charles?

Heart failure, sir.

I might add that for sometime,

Sir Charles was in a highly nervous state.

Worried.

Something was preying on his mind.

Did he confide to you what was preying on his mind?

Well...

No.

Well, what about those footprints, Dr. Mortimer?

As though Sir Charles had been tiptoeing back toward the house.

I examined them myself, and as a man of science..

So did I, Mr. Stapleton,

more likely Sir Charles was running.

Running? Running from what?

If you please, gentlemen, one at a time.

Why don't you tell the truth, all of you?

Tell all you know.

Silence, Mr. Franklin, you've already testified.

You were not there, no nothing whatever of this matter

Nevertheless, I insist he was murdered.

Murdered I tell you.

That will do, sir that will do

There were no marks on the body of any kind, Dr. Mortimer?

None.

Then as his physician what would you say was the cause of Sir Charles' death?

Most empathically, a heart failure, sir.

Such then Gentlemen is the verdict of this Coroner's court.

Call it what you like, Sir Charles was murdered,

there's more than one person in this room

knows I speak the truth.

I am blessed if I know why on earth you want all these clippings.

about this Baskerville fellow.

I have an idea Watson that young Sir Henry

isn't destined for a very long existence in this world.

What?

My conjecture is that he'll be murdered!

Murdered?

It will be very interesting to see if my deductions are accurate.

Oh, Mr. Holmes!

While you out a Gentleman called to see you and left this.

He asked you to give it to me?

Oh no, he just left it there by mistake I imagine.

Dr. Mortimer.

He didn't leave his name, sir.

No, it's here on the stick, Mrs. Hudson.

Oh is it, I didn't notice.

Do you know any Dr. Mortimer, Watson?

No, what did he want?

He didn't say, sir.

What do you make of it, Watson?

Why should I make anything of it?

The fellow came to see you.

What kind of a fellow?

Let me hear you reconstruct him. From his walking stick.

By our usual method of elementary observation.

I should say that Dr. Mortimer is a successful man,

well esteemed.

Good, excellent.

I should say that he does a great deal of his visiting on foot

because the iron fellow is worn down.

Perfectly sound.

Let's have a look at this inscription.

"From his friends of the C.C.H."

I should say that is something about a hunt.

Really, Watson, you've excelled yourself.

Has anything escaped me?

Most everything my dear fellow.

A person to a Doctor is more likely to come from a Hospital than a hunt,

and when the letters 'CC' appears before the Hospital,

the name "Charing Cross Hospital" rather obviously presents itself.

Well, you may be right.

Furthermore, I'd say that Dr. Mortimer had a small practice in the country

and was the owner of a dog.

How can you tell that?

Quite simple, from the teeth marks.

Look you can see for yourself.

A rather large dog, I'd say

and unless I'm mistaken,

Dr. Mortimer will call on us again in a few moments.

Rubbish, Holmes, rubbish

How the devil can you deduce that?

Well, as his left his stick,

Isn't reasonable to presume that he'll come back and get it?

Dr. Mortimer, sir.

Mr. Holmes?

Yes, come in Dr. Mortimer.

I took the liberty of calling upon you.

And left your stick.

Oh, so I did. Thank you so much.

A presentation I see?

Yes sir, from Charing Cross Hospital.

This is my friend Dr. Watson.

Of course.

How do you do, sir?

Mr. Holmes, you're the one man in all England

who can help me.

Won't you sit?

Thank you.

A friend of mine is in grave danger.

May I enquire his name?

Sir Henry Baskerville,

heir to the estate of Baskerville Hall.

I am in mortal fear Sir Henry's life will be

snuffed out

Why what makes you think that?

I have information which leads me to believe that for centuries past

every Baskerville whose inherited the estates has met with a

violent and sudden death.

But as I recall it, Sir Charles died from natural causes,

heart failure.

Apparently, that was the verdict of the Coroner, in which

I, Sir Charles Physician concurred

but there was one point which I kept back from the police,

from everybody.

Yes?

About fifty yards from where Sir Charles fell dead

were footprints.

A man's or woman's?

Mr. Holmes, they were the footprints of a gigantic hound!

A hound?

Why didn't you report it?

Not a soul would have believed it.

During the night it rained and in the morning

the marks were completely obliterated.

But I saw them.

As clearly as I see you

and then a few days ago

as one of the executors of the estate

I found this:

This old document.

Legend of the hound of the Baskervilles.

Let me read it to you, Mr. Holmes.

It's quite short, I won't bore you, I promise.

Yes, please go on.

In the time of the great rebellion about 1650,

Baskerville Manor was held by Hugo of that name.

A profane and Godless man.

One Michaelmas this Hugo stole down upon a neighbouring farm

and carried off the daughter of the house.

He locked her in an upper chamber.

and while Hugo and his friends were carousing

as was their nightly custom

Such a cuddlesome little winch never existed before I swear.

Cheeks soft as velvet and a form so wondrously rounded...

- Tell us more - What happened then?

Where was I?

The form you were saying.

No need to cry out I told her

Hugo will not hurt you.

With that I whisked her up on the saddle I covered with me cloak

and we were off like the wind.

You brought her here?

- to the manor? - Where is she?

Go fetch her, Hugo.

Easier said than done hey, Hugo?

How will he fetch her if she isn't here?

Ah, she isn't eh?

Come on, I'll show you.

You think she's really in there?

Yes, he did.

May we come in my sweet?

These drunken sots will give Hugo...

There is no girl!

Gone.

Now he says she's gone.

Out of my way.

What ails him?

Tim, Gary.

- Yes, Sir Hugo - What's wrong sir?

She's gone. The winch.

Well, don't stand there gaping go bring my mare.

Yes, sir.

What's wrong?

I've never seen him in such a rage.

Where's he gone?

- Let's follow him. - Let's go Roderick

Very well.

Come on Matthew?

Hold the stir you blockhead.

I'll give my soul to the devil for that winch.

Hear how he thinks he'd sell his soul to the devil for that winch.

Well may he find her and wed her

then the devil will have his soul.

On and on they rode until suddenly they

came upon the body of the girl.

Dead.

Then from just over a rise

they heard sounds so hideous that

the blood froze in their veins.

and, looking up, they beheld

Before we could get at him

Sir Hugo was dead his body literally torn to shreds.

Such is the history of the hound

that has cursed the Baskerville family ever since.

Many having been unhappy in their deaths,

that have been sudden, violent

and mysterious.

Well Mr. Holmes?

Interesting,

very interesting.

What do you think?

I don't know.

But Sir Henry is arriving from Canada tomorrow.

Please understand my dilemma, my responsibility

I was Sir Charles' best friend

My duty is to protect that boy.

If I should take him down there to Baskerville Hall

and if anything happened to him...

What I suggest, Dr. Mortimer,

is when Sir Henry arrives you bring him here.

Oh, thank you, thank you, Mr. Holmes,

You don't know what a load you have taken off my mind.

Good night, Dr. Watson.

Good night, sir.

You left your stick again.

Oh, thank you.

By the by, Dr. Mortimer, Do you have a dog?

I have no dog.

Then how do you account for these marks?

Evidently the teeth marks of a dog.

I used to have a dog, a small Spaniel,

but it died.

- Good night. - Good night.

Well Holmes, what do you make or it?

Do you think there is anything in it?

Good heavens you are not going to start scratching on that infernal thing are ya?

Dear old Watson!

Good bye, Sir Henry.

If you ever go back to Canada be sure you sail with us.

Thanks, you've all been wonderful.

The very best of luck, sir.

The same to you.

This way, Sir Henry.

Thank you, Sir.

- and you and you. - Thank you sir.

Sir Henry, it's too bad it's all over...

just when you and Betsy Ann were really getting to know each other.

Oh, but we are going to see one another in London, aren't we Sir Henry?

Oh, I should love to but I have to go down to the country, unfortunately.

To your ancestral estate how exciting

Perhaps Betsy Ann if you are very good Sir Henry will ask us

to visit him.

Of course, yes.

We are staying at the Savoy.

- Don't forget. - I won't

- Bye - Good bye.

Sir Henry?

Yes

I am Dr. Mortimer, your uncle was my best friend.

How do you do?

Thank you for coming to get me.

Not at all, my dear boy, You have a pleasant trip?

Splendid, thank you.

I've taken rooms for you at the Northumberland Hotel, where I'm stopping.

Fine.

I assume you will be staying in London for a few days.

Yes, I haven't seen it since I was a boy.

Thank you, sir.

Northumberland Hotel.

Sir Charles' death was a great personal loss to me.

I was more than his doctor...

What's this?

What are those words?

"As you value your life or your reason

keep away from the Moor"

You mind, Sir Henry.

No, not at all.

What do you make of it, Mr. Holmes?

Why do you thing that last word is printed in ink?

Oh, that's simple enough the words have been snipped from

the London Times, that's evident from the typography.

But the word 'moor' is an unusual word

Your correspondent evidently couldn't find it in the newspaper.

You'll admit Dr. Mortimer, there is nothing supernatural about this?

Supernatural?

Tell me Sir Henry has anything else unusual happened to you today?

since your arrival in London?

I can't think of anything,

unless you say that losing one of your boots is unusual.

You lost one of your boots?

Yes, brand new ones too never had them on.

I put them outside the door to be cleaned

and when I went to fetch them there was only one there.

Brand new boots and you put them out to be cleaned?

They were tanned ones, Dr. Watson.

It prevents them from scratching to have them polished first.

Now will you please tell me what this is all about?

Dr. Mortimer bringing me here to see you?

this letter?

It's about you, Sir Henry, your inheritance

and Baskerville Hall.

Dr. Mortimer thinks that it might not be safe for you to go down there.

Safe?

On account of a hound.

A wild, supernatural monster

that has cursed you Baskerville's for the last two or three hundred years.

Ah, ho, that sounds grand a family ghost eh?

Why didn't you tell this before, Dr. Mortimer?

Well, Mr. Holmes... suggested.

He is going to tell you about it now, Sir Henry.

Take him back to the hotel, Dr Mortimer

Show him that old document Tell him everything, the whole business.

I'll join you a little later.

Come on we'll stroll back, you can tell me on the way.

This is not something to joke about, Sir Henry. Believe me.

See you presently.

Good night.

What's up?

Come on, Watson.

What's up now?

Where are we going?

You'll see soon enough. Not a moment to lose.

Newspaper. Get your evening paper!

Keep your eye on that Hansom.

This letter dates back to about 1650.

Paper, Get your evening paper!

Evening paper, sir.

Get your evening paper? tells all the latest news.

Thank you sir.

Evening paper.

A dissident, drunken fellow.

Look out stop!

Whip up cabbie, whip up.

Very good, sir.

Who was it?

I don't know but it is just as I expected.

Haven't we better hurry on and warn them?

No, no, no they are not in any danger now.

Here is the number of that Hansom.

Find out from Scotland Yard who the cabbie is

and if you can fetch him along to the hotel.

I'll do my best.

"Northumberland Hotel"

Well, now that Dr. Mortimer has told you everything...

What have you decided?

To go there, of course.

Good that's what I thought you'd say.

If Dr. Mortimer will only guarantee that this

supernatural hound of his will really appear,

I'd go already.

Don't say that my boy.

Sounds like a bogey story they tell kids

to frighten them at night

isn't it, Mr. Holmes?

Yes, rather.

It might interest you to know however that you were shadowed from my house.

Shadowed?

Yes, and probably have been ever since you arrived in London.

By whom?

I don't know.

A man in a Hansom.

He must have seen me run after him

and had the cabbie dash off.

By the by, did you ever discovered your mislaid boot?

No, hello?

The browns ones here but one of the black ones is gone.

I'll ring for the Chambermaid perhaps she can explain.

Yes, do.

Now why should anyone want to take an odd boot?

and then exchange a brand new one for an old one?

Can you explain it Mr. Holmes?

No, I can't.

Come in.

Did you ring, sir?

Yes about that boot of mine?

Oh, I have not found it yet, sir.

I've made enquiries all over the hotel.

Well it's back the brown one, but now one of my black ones is gone.

Oh, sir, that is odd!

Who else except yourself has access to this apartment?

Only the housekeeper, sir and she

wouldn't do a thing like that

No, no, of course not.

I'm terribly sorry, sir.

I'll do my best to find your boot.

Okay, thanks.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Good evening, Dr. Watson.

I've got him!

Come on in Clayton. Come this way.

This is John Clayton, number 2704.

- How do you do? - How do you do Clayton?

Won't you sit down?

I won't keep you long. It's good of you to come

Thank you, sir.

Now, Clayton I wish you would tell us who your fair was

that watched a certain house on Baker Street this evening

and later followed these two gentleman.

Well I'll tell you

you know as much as I do, sir.

Not quite as much I hope.

The gent said he was a detective, sir.

Oh he did?

Yes, sir.

How would you describe this gentleman, Clayton?

I suppose... about 35 years of age, sir

and dressed like a toff

and a small black beard.

And the color of his eyes?

I can't say, sir.

I see.

When did he tell you that he was a detective?

At the station, sir.

When he gave me the 2 guineas, of what he promised me.

Did he tell you his name?

Yes, sir.

What did he say it was?

Sherlock Holmes.

What?

It's the name what he gave me, sir.

Sherlock Holmes.

Well, whoever it is, at least has a sense of humour.

Here Clayton, here is something for your trouble.

Thank you, thank you kindly, sir.

Is there anything else I can tell you, sir?

Nothing at all I think.

All right, sir. Good day, sir.

Good day, gentlemen.

Well Mr. Holmes, have we progressed.

Do you think?

Perhaps.

Tell me, Sir Henry, when were you planning to go down to Dartmoor?

Immediately, tomorrow.

I am really awfully keen to see the old place.

You will accompany us, Mr. Holmes?

I would like to very much, Dr. Mortimer,

but unfortunately I have some rather pressing business here in London.

Of course, there is no need.

Please don't think me ungrateful, Dr. Mortimer

I do appreciate your concern for me,

but this story of the hound is nonsense.

As for that silly letter and all the rest of

it I am sure it can all quite easily be explained.

I quite agree with you, Sir Henry,

All the same if you don't mind, I'd like to ask Dr. Watson

to go down with you.

What's that?

If you don't mind, Dr. Watson

Gladly, if you care to come.

Of course, I'd be delighted.

Good. Well, thank you Dr. Watson,

and thank you, sir.

and we'll stalk the hound together.

Don't take it too lightly, Sir Henry.

Well I must be going.

Mr. Holmes?

Yes, Dr. Mortimer.

About that person calling himself Sherlock Holmes?

Very interesting, Dr. Mortimer

Keep me posted, Watson. Write me daily reports.

To the smallest detail, Holmes.

Fine, I give him into your care, Sir Henry.

Guard him well. Good night.

Guard me well, I like that!

God!

Here we are, Sir Henry, on famous Dartmoor

and what a history it has.

You see those rocks over there?

Actually they are stone houses built by Neolithic man

50 or 100,000 years ago.

You don't suppose the Baskervilles go back that far.

And over there, beyond that hill,

those dark spots

That's the great Grimpen Mire.

As treacherous a morass as exists anywhere.

Thousands of lives have been sucked down

into its bottomless depths.

Cheerful little spot.

Fascinating.

Oh, it is, Sir Henry and mysterious!

No wonder the people about here have

such odd beliefs.

Some will tell you that nothing ever really dies upon the Moor.

and after a time one gets to believe it.

Really?

You believe that?

Of course not.

If I believe all the legends about this place

I wouldn't live here.

I wouldn't have the courage.

And now if you'll look

Baskerville Hall, the home of your ancestors, Sir Henry.

How are you, Barryman?

Very well, thank you, sir.

Thank you.

This is Barryman, the butler, Sir Henry and Mrs. Barryman.

Welcome, Sir Henry.

Welcome to Baskerville Hall.

Thank you.

Barryman was with your Uncle most of his life

as was his father before him.

Well I hope you will be just as happy with me.

Thank you, Sir Henry.

Baskerville Hall.

Just as it has always been, Sir Henry.

Your uncle did some modernizing upstairs.

but down here nothing has been added or taken away since Sir Hugo's time.

Well I wouldn't say it was the most cheerful spot I have ever seen.

I beg your pardon, sir what time do wish dinner, sir?

Early I think.

Dr. Mortimer has to drive home.

Tell the Coachman to have the carriage ready after dinner.

I'll tell him, sir.

Now I suppose you'll like to freshen up

there is hot water in your room, sir. I'll show the way.

Thank you.

Be careful, sir, these steps are a bit in need of repair.

My dear Holmes - we arrived tonight shortly after dark

Dr. Mortimer stayed for dinner.

I wish I could describe the dreadful eeriness of this place

I didn't want to startle you, I thought you might be asleep.

What is it?

Come quickly someone's prowling around.

What are you doing, Barryman.

Oh, nothing sir, it was the window.

The window?

Yes, sir I was just seeing that it was fastened.

What does it matter whether it is fastened or not?

A window on the second floor.

I go around every night

seeing that they are fastened.

Sir Charles always insisted upon it.

Well that sounds reasonable enough.

Well if it is properly fastened now, Barryman

You can get back to bed.

Yes, sir, thank you.

Do you see anything?

Nothing

Nothing, except a pinpoint of a light a long way off,

over there by the Craggs.

Well, keep your eye on that point of light

and tell me what happens.

Do you see anything now?

It's gone now.

There it is again.

and there it goes.

Just as I thought.

Barryman was signalling someone.

Come on get some clothes we'll find out.

It's still there.

Yes

Try not to lose sight of it.

Crouch down here, whoever it is may come back.

What about getting a little further away from that light?

Up there.

Good idea.

Stop.

Are you mad.

Whoever it is, knows his way among these rocks, we don't!

Who the devil can it be?

You were right about Barryman.

Yes, but what connection can there possibly be between

that horrible creature and Barryman?

You know I have a half a mind to fire the fellow in the morning.

Then notify the police, and let them shadow him.

No it's the last thing Holmes would want us to do.

Our job is to watch, Barryman watch him like a hawk.

Come on, let's get back.

What do you think it is?

What does it sound like, to you?

Well... if we were back in London, this would seem ridiculous.

Let's get on.

Look here doctor, you don't believe that nonsense do you?

Of course not.

No more than you do.

"What was it? That's what we must find out

the wind? a bird?

Or was it the hound?"

Good morning.

Good morning, Sir Henry.

So that's our famous moor, eh?

Yes, sir.

Come in.

Where's Sir Henry?

He went out, sir.

Where?

Across the moor.

Didn't I tell you to let me know immediately

if Sir Henry ever ventured out there alone.

I know but I only just found out from my wife.

"Sherlock Holmes Esq. 221 B Baker Street, London"

Hello there!

Oh, forgive my shouting at you, Dr. Watson.

My name is Stapleton, live just across the moor.

But how did you know my name, sir?

From Dr. Mortimer, one or our neighbours.

Ah, yes.

How is, Sir Henry?

He is very well, thank you.

We were a bit worried that he might decide not to come here

after the rumours that followed the sad death of Sir Charles.

Has Mr. Holmes come to any conclusion yet?

I really can't say.

Is he going to honour us with a visit?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Well if I can be of any help I do hope you will call upon me.

I know this place pretty well.

Thank you but I don't think I shall be needing any help.

Wonderful place this moor.

From a Scientist point of view there is nothing like it.

Vast, barren, mysterious

Do you see those bright green spots over there?

It seems a little more fertile than the rest.

Fertile? That's the great Grimpen mire.

One false step means death

While only yesterday one of the moor ponies wondered into it.

Turn me sick with horror to see it struggling

and the sound of its screams...

What's that?

Oh, that. The people around here say it is the hound.

Surely you don't believe such rut.

Bogs make queer noises.

Or perhaps it's a Bittern booming.

A Bittern?

Yes, a very rare bird,

practically extinct...

If anything is extinct on the moor.

Stop! Stop!

Look out, stop!

That was a voice, a woman's voice.

Thank heavens you heard me.

Another few yards you would have been into that mire.

It looks innocent doesn't it?

But only yesterday a little moor pony got into it

and that was the end of it.

Well, thank you for shouting at me.

You're Sir Henry?

Yes

I suppose I should say welcome, Sir Henry.

but I'm afraid it wouldn't be sincere.

Oh that's understandable.

A stranger coming here and taking the place of someone you were fond of.

Oh, it's not that.

No, tell me what it is it?

Sound silly I know, but...

Oh it's not that ridiculous hound legend?

I never used to believe those things

until I came to live down here.

But you do now.

You're rich, you can go anywhere you want to.

There's so many other places to live in the world,

interesting places.

Just now I find this place very interesting.

Why hello, Beryl!

Hello!

Dr. Watson, my step-sister Miss Stapleton.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

Hello, Doctor.

And this I'm sure must be...

- Sir Henry, my brother. - How are you?

I was just telling Dr. Watson, how delighted we are

you decided to come here

I am here and to stay.

Well that's splendid, you know it has been quite dull down here

since the halls been closed.

It's wide open now, especially to friends of my Uncle.

You must both come and dine with me.

You must come to us first.

Yes, what about tomorrow night? You and Dr. Watson

Will invite the neighbours over to meet you.

Of course you already know, Dr. Mortimer

the only other one is old Mr. Franklin.

Who's he?

Oh, wait until you meet him, Sir Henry

He'll bring suit against you, I warn you.

What on earth for?

He'll find something. Suing people is a passion with him.

I look forward to meeting him.

All right tomorrow night.

Thank you.

And thank you again for rescuing me.

Goodbye.

"There is something about this fellow Stapleton I don't like.

However, his charming step-sister has invited us

to dine with them at their house, across the moor,

near the village"

And were it not a personal insult

to Sir Henry, I would never of come here this evening

Oh but why, Mr. Franklin?

I is a stickler for convention

I'm not in the habit of breaking bread with my host.

on the eve of persecuting him.

Great heavens!, What crime have I committed now?

A most gruesome one, Mr. Stapleton.

That of body snatching.

What?

You're a body snatcher, sir.

a ghoul, a despoiler of graves!

Oh, come, come Mr. Franklin, that is a very serious charge!

Beryl, re-fill Mr. Franklin's glass will you?

Thank you, my dear.

And an excellent vintage it is too

but if you're implying that I am tipsy, sir.

Oh, of course he's not.

Tell us more Mr. Franklin, Whose body has

Mr. Stapleton been snatching?

According to my evidence, Sir

Mr. Stapleton was seen digging among the old stone huts

in the moor and removed from there a skull.

Oh, that!

A most interesting relic, Sir Henry of Neolithic man.

I'll show it to you after dinner.

50,000 years old, if it is a day.

Nonetheless, sir you removed it from the grave

without the consent of the next of kin

and according to British law, that constitutes body snatching.

Deny that if you can.

But what good will it do you to prosecute Mr. Stapleton?

None, sir

I have no interest in the matter.

I act entirely from a sense of public duty.

If you care to drop by my house some day and take a tippler of wine with me

I'd be glad to tell you a thing or two about everybody here.

About him

Prowling the Grimpen mire at night.

And why he takes her with him.

Oh, there is no secret about us

As you know, I dabble a bit in the Occult.

Mrs. Mortimer has very strong mediumistic qualities.

She finds the old caves in the moor

particularly conducive to psychic phenomena

Very interesting.

Have you ever tried to communicate with my uncle

since his death?

Oh, yes, on several occasions.

With no success.

But if my wife would consent to a s�ance tonight

while you, Sir Henry, are present, we might...

No, no, James not tonight, please.

Perhaps some other time.

Shall we have coffee in the drawing room?

If you and Dr. Watson would care to see my little collection...

- Oh, yes, the skull. - Yes, well in here. - I would like to very much.

Quite a museum.

Oh, a very modest little collection.

But this one really is quite a treasure.

You will observe its unusual cranial index

Gentlemen, gentlemen, my wife has consented, she's agreed to a s�ance.

Splendid!

Please, come at once.

Now then if you will all get chairs

arrange yourselves naturally, comfortably here by the fire

As Shakespeare says, "You can call spirits

from the vasty deep, but will they answer"

I don't answer scoffers or sceptics.

If that's your attitude, Mr. Franklin perhaps you wouldn't mind leaving us.

Oh, I am sure Mr. Franklin didn't mean to doubt.

Of course I doubt, and I ask you to keep a civil tongue in your head, Dr. Mortimer.

Ordering me out from under the roof of my host

is grounds for a very, nasty, little lawsuit.

Oh, come now, Mr. Franklin, sit down by me.

Now, tonight we may communicate with Sir Charles.

Find out what he feared so greatly.

What he was running away from.

Now Jennifer you sit here, please.

Sir Henry here.

Oh, would you please put out those lights?

Certainly.

Stapleton, that light, please.

Dr. Watson.

Now,

if you all keep quiet, sit quite naturally.

Sir Henry, your hand please

Sir Charles can you speak to us?

Let us know if you're present.

There are things that only you can explain.

Speak to us, Sir Charles if you're here.

There are things only you can tell us.

Sir Charles, can you speak to us?

Let us know if you're present.

There are things that only you can tell us.

Speak to us, Sir Charles, if you are here.

There are things that only you can explain.

That sound I have heard it before.

It's nothing, nothing but the wind.

Or a Bittern, I was telling Dr. Watson only yesterday about it.

Sir Charles,

What happened that night?

What is it you feared?

Tell us, Sir Charles.

Of all the weird terrible things

that have happened on the moor.

Listen, there it is again.

I can't stand it, will someone put on the lights, please.

I tell you it is nothing.

Nothing but the wind.

Mr. Franklin,

What do you think it was?

The hound, of course.

The Hound of the Baskervilles.

Any fool would know that.

James, get my cape, take me home.

Very well, my dear.

Dr. Watson, can I give you and Sir Henry a lift?

No thank you, we have our own carriage.

You're trembling.

That wasn't the wind we heard; I've heard that sound before, often

that's what I tried to tell you yesterday on the moor.

That's why I wish you hadn't come here.

But sounds can't hurt you.

It doesn't matter what they are or where they come from

You don't know.

Oh, you have got to get all that nonsense out of your head, Beryl!

I wish I could.

You're going to. I am going to make it my business to see that you do.

You have been alone too much

there's nothing to do down here

That's the trouble.

I am going to change all that.. If you let me.

will go fishing together, riding...

You like riding?

Yes, I do.

Good, will start tomorrow, shall we?

Yes, thanks.

Fine.

I'll ride over for you in the morning.

Are you coming, Sir Henry?

Right, Doctor.

- Good night. - Good night.

"My dear Homes - Nothing to report

except that I am quite convinced that

that Sir Henry is head over heels in love with...

Hello!

Hello Beryl. Well, where shall we go today?

There's one place we haven't been

- High Tor. - Fine.

That's where all the old ruins are.

You know Jack says they are all 50,000 years old.

That sounds interesting.

And you can still see the remains of their stone huts.

All right, good.

Those flattish stones over there are graves.

Oh, those huge bronze monoliths, are remains of their temples.

Doesn't anybody know who they were...

or what they look like?

Jack has some theory about them.

But anyway they must be very primitive.

Living on roots and dressing in skins.

But still laughing and dreaming just as we do.

I wonder how many times some young savage

brought his bride to this very hut?

said "take your hat off darling, this is home"

You know this is probably where she cooked his first meal for him.

What a yell he must of let out when she burnt it up.

And now they are quite forgotten.

Just as we will be too, one day.

Do you suppose when a man met a girl that he liked

he had to wait a respectably long time before he dared tell her?

or are things like that sudden, natural?

I would like to think things were like that.

Beryl, that's the way they are with me.

Oh, but we've only known each other such a little while.

There you see, convention, custom.

We can't even be ourselves when we want to be.

Why is that?

You know I used to come down here quite often

and explore these old caves when Jack and I first came to live here.

I didn't have a fear of the moor then.

And you've none now, that's all gone.

When I'm with you it's gone. I seem to forget it, laughing and talking.

But when I am alone it all comes back to me.

At night I still wake up trembling as if in my sleep

I could hear those awful noises...

then it get's bad as ever.

Oh, I think of you and I wish you weren't here.

Oh, don't say that!

I wish you were in London or in Canada.

But even if I wanted to go back to London or Canada, I couldn't.

Why not?

You know why.

You must know why.

I can't go anywhere now unless you come with me.

Oh, Henry!

Would you mind pausing for a minute.

I am afraid I have lost my way.

Hello, Doctor, Sir Henry and I were just...

We were, getting engaged.

Engaged, splendid! May I congratulate you both!

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Who is that?

It seems we didn't pick a very secluded spot.

What do you want?

Just crossing the moors, sir.

Just crossing the moor

I be

I be peddling my wares, sir.

I must having something here would interest you, sir.

How about a nice mouth organ, sir?

No, thank you.

Here is something an old squire like you could use, sir.

A whistle.

A whistle for calling your sheep dog.

Calling my what...?

Sheep dog, sir. A regular charmer, sir.

You'll hear it for miles around, sir.

Take it away and yourself with it.

How about some scent for the Lady, sir?

That will do, be off and about your business.

All right, all right, I ain't doing no harm.

I ain't' doing no harm.

You know that's what I hate about this moor.

There is always something strange.

Look, he's limping on the other foot now!

"Dr. Watson- if you want to hear something to your advantage

come at once to the stone hut

southeast edge of the Grimpen mire"

Barryman.

Yes, sir.

Who delivered this note?

No one, sir.

I found it slipped under the front door.

Thank you.

Barryman, is Sir Henry home?

No, sir. He has gone across the moor.

Oh, sorry I missed him. Did Dr. Watson go with him?

No, sir.

Oh, thank you, Barryman.

I'll tell Sir Henry you called, sir.

Yes, do.

"Sit down and make yourself comfortable"

Was it you who sent me that communication?

I did, sir.

Out with it.

Whatever it is you want me to hear?

I only want you to hear this zither, sir.

Zither?

They don't come no finer, sir.

What blasted impertinence.

Getting me out here...

Look here my man

You're up to something.

I, I only ask you to try it, sir.

Be careful! This thing is loaded.

Who are you?

Well, I might ask the same of you, sir.

Trawling around the moor,

spying out on everybody.

That's my business, to spy.

Oh, it is, is it?

Yes, and if you want to know who I am,

I'll tell you.

Who are you?

I am Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes, the detective?

Yes, and now perhaps you realize why I can't be hoodwinked.

Oh, sir, sir, that changes everything.

Now who are you? Quick.

Well in that case, sir my name must be Watson.

Holmes.

How are you, my dear fellow?

A fine detective you are, calling yourself Sherlock Holmes.

So you have been down here on the moor all the time.

That's a fine way to treat me, I must say!

Send me down here, let me think you are in

London, working on that blackmail case...

let me sit up half the night, writing those blasted reports

Here are the reports my dear Watson and very valuable they were to.

I made arrangements to have them forwarded onto me.

A dirty trick which I'll not forget.

ah but a very necessary trick

If I'd come down here with you and Sir Henry,

every movement of mine would have been watched

while in this way only you and Sir Henry have been watched

and I have been free to work.

That's all very well, making a fool of me.

Sit down, Watson, do sit down.

Perhaps a little supper will help you get over your huff

Huff? I'm in no huff!

Here try some of these sardines.

It's a pity I didn't know you were coming,

I would have provided a brace of pheasants.

It's a pity you didn't think of bringing down that infernal violin of yours.

to regale me with some of your enchanting music.

I did my dear Watson.

Anything to oblige.

Well, if you've had enough to eat Watson...

and are feeling of better spirits I think we better be getting along.

Getting along where? If I am not prying.

I'm returning with you to Baskerville Hall.

There are still some gaps to be filled in, but all in all...

things are becoming a little clearer

Not to me I assure you. Still a hopeless jumble.

Mr. Franklin, Dr. Mortimer, the Barryman's...

Put it all together and what have you got?

Murder, my dear Watson.

A refined cold blooded murder.

Murder?

There is no doubt about it in my mind,

or perhaps I should say in my imagination

that's the way crimes are conceived and where they are solved,

in the imagination.

But there has been no murder unless you mean, Sir Charles.

and the facts clearly indicated that he died from heart failure.

That's why so many murders remain unsolved, Watson.

People will stick to facts, even if they prove nothing

Now, if we go beyond facts

use our imagination as the criminal does,

imagine what might have happen to him and act upon it

as I have been trying to do in this case...

we usually find ourselves justified.

Then you know?

Another day or two at the most and I will know.

My one fear is that the murderer will strike before we are ready.

In that case...

What's that?

Where is it coming from?

There.

No, no there.

The hound!

Come on Watson, quick

Look.

Sir Henry.

Must have run along that ridge and fallen over the cliff.

He's dead?

Skull crushed in.

- The convict, thank heavens. - What?

That's the man I shot at the night we arrived.

The man Barryman was signalling to. Who is it?

The Notting Hill murderer.

He escaped from prison last month.

Hiding on the moor ever since.

The Notting Hill murderer?

You mean he is responsible for all this?

That remains to be seen.

But he is wearing Sir Henry's clothes.

Yes, yes, that accounts for it.

Accounts for what?

For the hound. These clothes were the cause of that poor devils death.

You mean that the hound was after Sir Henry.

Yes, and mistook the convict for him because the scent of the clothes

Do you remember that missing boot, Watson?

Why do you suppose the brown one?

The one that had never been warn?

was so mysteriously replaced and the black one taken?

Why?

Because a boot that had never been worn wouldn't have the scent of the owner

and the black one had.

But how did this convict come to be wearing Sir Henry clothes?

Oh, well that's simple enough.

Why Dr. Watson, is somebody hurt?

Who is this?

The convict who escaped from Princeton.

Oh, it's terrible!

I heard a cry that's what brought me over here.

What's your theory about it, Mr. Holmes?

Your quick at identification.

Everybody knows you, sir.

As a matter of fact we have been expecting you down here.

My names Stapleton.

How do you do?

You came in time to see a tragedy.

Yes, yes, a most unpleasant remembrance for me to

take back to London tomorrow.

Oh, must you go so soon?

I have been looking foreword to meeting you.

Yes, yes I am afraid I must.

We were hoping, Mr. Holmes, you may be able to shed some light

on the occurrences that have puzzled us down here.

Yes, but an investigator needs something more than legends and rumours.

Quite so.

Give me a hand will you, Watson,

we better put this poor fellow in one of these huts until the morning.

Let me give you a hand.

Oh, I think we can manage all right thank you.

Where is Sir Henry, Barryman?

In the library, sir.

Now, Barryman, is your wife still up?

Will you tell her Mr. Sherlock Holmes would like a word with her?

Sherlock Holmes?

Yes

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Sir Henry.

Holmes.

I am glad to see you so well, Sir Henry.

Why didn't you tell me Mr. Holmes was coming?

Well, I...

He didn't know, we across each other in the village.

I am glad to see you.

What is Barryman?

I asked to see Mrs. Barryman, if you don't mind, Sir Henry.

Of course not.

Come in, Ms. Barryman.

I think you better sit down.

Thank you, sir, I prefer to stand.

I am afraid I have some rather bad news for you.

What is it?

Well it's going to be a bit of a shock.

Oh, they've caught him?

Your,

Your brother.

They will hang him for sure!

No, Mrs. Barryman.

He is beyond the law now.

He is in more merciful hands.

We came upon the poor fellow as we were crossing the moor.

He must have missed his footing and fallen over the cliff.

No further need, Barryman to signal to him from the window

or take food out to him or

give him Sir Henry's discarded clothes.

Oh, Sir Henry, it is all my doing.

Barryman here wanted to tell you all along

so as you could notify the police.

but he was my kin, my own kin

even though he was never any good.

We understand.

You won't hold it against Barryman? Oh, yes, sir.

Of course not.

Now take her along and see that she is all right.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, Sir Henry.

Well, it's nice to get that end cleared up for their sake as well as mine.

It clears up everything, I think Sir Henry.

That poor devil must have been completely demented.

And that accounts for those dreadful noises

that we have been hearing from time to time.

Exactly.

Your troubles are over, Sir Henry.

I really am most grateful, Mr. Holmes.

Oh, not at all I've done little enough.

But you can sleep peacefully in your bed now

and commence to lead the life of a happy country squire.

Well, not for a little bit I am afraid.

I'm off to Canada again.

Canada?

Beryl, Miss. Stapleton and I are going to be married.

Miss. Stapleton?

A very charming young lady, Congratulations!

Everything is arranged. Her brother is giving us

a farewell party tomorrow night.

We'll be married in London the following day.

and then off to a honeymoon in Canada.

My congratulations too, Sir Henry.

Thanks.

What luck you're here.

You and Dr. Watson will be with us tomorrow night

No, I am sorry I afraid I can't

I must hurry back to London and so should you too, Dr. Watson.

You'll have to report to the police here about that convict in the morning

but there is a train living early in the afternoon.

Oh, what a pity, Beryl will be dreadfully disappointed.

Now will remedy that when you come up to London.

You must...

You must dine with us before you sail

Well, there's the old boy himself

Sir Hugo, Hugo the Beast of the Baskervilles.

Not a bad bit of brushwork.

By Ransome, one of the minor painters.

Oh, I don't imagine it's very valuable.

I can't quite agree with you, Sir Henry.

One day, it might prove to be of the greatest value.

Well, we must be going.

There are still one or two little points Holmes, that I can't

for the life of me reconcile with your theory.

about that poor demented convict.

One or two little points?

Surely, you can't mean he was in London three weeks ago?

sent that letter, stole that boot?

Of course not.

Then who the devil did?

The same person who was responsible for the death of that convict last night.

and will try again to murder, Sir Henry tonight.

Tonight?

Unless my imagination has run away with itself

and I don't think that it has.

Then why are we rushing up to London?

Leaving, Sir Henry entirely unprotected?

We're not my dear, Watson.

We're just giving the impression of rushing up to London.

In a minute now we will be in Okehampton,

there we'll catch a train back to Dartmoor.

and if my surmise is correct we will nab out man in the act.

If you know who it is why all this running about rigmarole?

Why don't you have him arrested?

Because I have no case,

not a shred of evidence that would hold in any court.

The only way is to catch him red-handed.

To catch him in such a way there is no escape,

no alibi.

That means gambling with Sir Henry's life.

But you can't possibly...

Gambling to save his life!

But we got to take that chance.

Otherwise, the shadow of sudden death will be forever hanging over

his head, and sooner or later...

Here we are Okehampton.

And may you both spend the rest of your years together,

- in happy content. - hear, hear

Thank you, thank you.

And now I want to thank you all for the kindness that you have shown a stranger

and when Beryl and I return,

I want you to know that you'll always be welcome

at Baskerville Hall.

- Thank you. - Thank you, Sir Henry

It's going to be lonely for you Mr. Stapleton with Beryl gone.

Yes, indeed it will, Mrs. Mortimer

I should be more dependant than ever upon you,

my neighbours.

Don't count upon me, sir.

In my opinion you're a body snatcher.

And until the courts have decreed otherwise.

I want nothing what so ever to do with you.

Oh, Mr. Franklin!

I say driver, can't you go a little faster?

I'm doing the best I can, sir.

You idiot! We said go faster, not break our necks!

How far is it to Baskerville Hall?

It's 5 miles by road, sir.

But if you want to cut over the moor it's only about three.

Here you are.

Come on, Watson, quick!

It's been a wonderful evening, Stapleton.

Well, glad you could be with us, Mortimer.

Take this broach my dear and wear it on your wedding dress.

It belonged to my great-grandmother.

Something old, something new, you know.

Oh, that's so sweet of you Mrs. Mortimer! Thank you, so much.

And come back to us soon, both of you.

We will.

May I offer you a lift, me lad.

It's such a beautiful night, Mr. Franklin, I think I'll walk, thank you.

Merely, a gesture of hospitality, reject it, if you like.

You're not going to cross the moor alone, Sir Henry.

Why not? There's nothing to fear anymore.

We can't be sure.

Oh, but I have Sherlock Holmes own word for it.

Come along, James.

Good night, Sir Henry.

Good night, Mrs. Mortimer.

And the best of luck to you both.

Thank you, thank you.

- Good night. - Good night.

I wish you would let Mr. Franklin drive you home.

I wanted to stay and say good night to you.

This is our last good night.

From tomorrow on there won't be anymore, ever.

Tomorrow we will be away from this place.

I wish it were now.

So do I.

Oh, now don't be silly

Good night, Beryl.

Good night, dear.

Well was it a nice party?

Wonderful, everything and most of all you.

Jack, I haven't said very much about going away but...

You know how I feel.

Yes, of course, it had to be.

You won't be too dreadfully lonely will you?

Well I should have my work.

Henry and I will be back before you even know it.

Yes, of course you will.

Well, you better go to bed now.

You got a big day ahead of you tomorrow.

Good night, Jack.

Good night, dear.

Over there.

We'll head him off.

Jack.

Where are you?

He's coming too.

You'll be all right old man.

Watson?

Yes, ole chap.

Mr. Holmes?

Yes.

What, what was it?

We've got to get him home, quickly.

Can you manage him alone?

- Yes. - Cause I got things to do.

Help, get his arm around my shoulder.

I'm all right.

It's pretty painful, I know.

But it won't take much longer.

Go on, it doesn't hurt.

Now, Mrs. Barryman some gauze, please.

I just heard the dreadful news.

Thank heavens, you're safe.

Is he all right?

Well, now we know for certain this is no legend.

No myth, there really is a hound.

Was a hound?

Yes, Mr. Holmes told me.

I ran into him across the moor.

He asked me to send you to him at once.

It's a matter of great importance.

He said he would wait for you at the spot where the beast was killed.

I must finish here first.

This poor boy has taken a terrific beating.

Well, I could carry on for you, Doctor

I'm a bit of a doctor myself, you know.

Do you think you could manage?

Yes, I'm sure I could.

I think you really ought to go, Dr. Watson

Mr. Holmes was most urgent.

Oh, really?

I should need some hot water, Mrs. Barryman.

Oh, I want it boiling, please.

Yes, sir.

Must have been a terrifying experience, Sir Henry.

Terrifying.

It was.

It was indeed.

Yes, I can see you are still weak from loss of blood.

I can't say I feel any too well.

Here drink this, Sir Henry. You will feel much stronger.

I'll see to your other bandages after.

Oh, it may taste a little bitter but don't mind that.

Sir Henry...

Well, feeling better?

Yes, thanks.

I say that's uncomfortably close to your eye isn't it?

All along this side...

well, well.

Oh, I am terribly sorry, that was clumsy of me.

It was only a bit of a tonic.

Sir Henry, has lost considerable blood.

- Yes. - Henry

Henry!

I'm all right, darling.

Oh no, you're not.

We hear those dreadful noises on the way home.

It's a mercy he's alive.

I owe you an apology, Sir Henry, for jeopardizing your life.

Jeopardizing?

But you saved my life.

But there was no possible way for me to fore tell the plot.

And I must also apologize to for deceiving you last night

when I told you that your troubles were over

I knew that they weren't.

But if I hadn't cleared out,

the crisis which came tonight would have indefinitely been postponed.

with the shadow of death hanging over you...

and over you too Miss. Stapleton.

You knew this was going to happen?

How could you know?

The person who wanted to snuff out your life, Sir Henry,

was the same one who plotted to kill your Uncle.

He wanted to get you both out of the way.

So, he could lay claim to this place, to the whole Baskerville estate.

In tracing back his lineage.

He discovered not only that he was the next of kin.

But also learned of that old legend about the hound.

So he brought the hound to life.

By the simple expedient of buying the most savage dog that he could find

and hiding it on the moor until he needed it.

If he had succeeded tonight the blame would have fallen on

the legendary monster.

and no possible suspicion would have been attached to him.

A most ingenious device.

And I am quite sure that he would have had no difficulty

in proving his claim to Baskerville Hall and all that goes with it.

The most amazing instance of a throw back that I have ever seen.

And you can see for yourself.

Stapleton.

One move and I'll shoot!

Jack.

You two, stay where you are.

You're under arrest Stapleton, for the murder of Sir Charles Baskerville,

the murder of a convict and the attempted murder of Sir Henry.

You can't arrest me, Holmes.

Now one move from any of you and I will blast you all to kingdom come.

So, sorry old boy.

What's the matter, old man?

What's the matter? That's our man.

Stapleton, a murderer.

He won't get very far.

I've posted Constable's on both the roads

and the only other way,

is across the Grimpen mire.

I'm so sorry, Miss Stapleton.

I wish I could have spared you this.

Well, that officially closes the case, Sir Henry.

And a very interesting case for your annals Watson.

An ordinary dog and a genius criminal.

And a more ingenious detective.

I owe you a tremendous debt of gratitude.

Oh, we all do, Sir Henry!

Mr. Holmes, we have admired you in the past

as does every Englishman.

Your record as our greatest detective is known throughout the world.

But this, seeing how you work

knowing that there is in England such a man as you.

Gives us all a sense of safety and security.

God bless you, Mr. Holmes!

Thank you, Dr. Mortimer, thank you.

Now, if you don't mind, I have had a rather strenuous day

I think I'll turn in.

Of course.

Good night, good night.

Good night, Mr. Holmes.

Good evening, sir.

Oh, Watson. The needle.