Well, Watson, what about him? Left is the door last night while we were gone.
A ... to Dr. James Mortimer, CHKSH from his friends CHKB, 1885.
Well, apparently Dr. Mortimer is successful and respected doctor.
I noticed that the spike is quite worn, a tree is scratched by hard use.
Canes, who would not worn in town, eh?
So ... Hmm ... Aging, a country doctor,
who needs a durable cane to crawl around his.
I guess that is CHKB local hunting club.
Bastunat obvious gift in gratitude.
In short, solemn, financially satisfied Country gentleman with sporty.
Indeed, Watson has surpassed himself.
Thank you, Holmes. I try to apply your methods.
Without much success yet, I'm afraid.
What do you say, Holmes? I missed something significant?
- Not something ... almost everything. - Oh, God!
Yes! This is stick to the village. Yes, walking a lot, but it is obvious to a child.
But ... Is not it more likely
Dr. Mortimer is,
member of the Royal Society of surgeons coming from the hospital?
In fact ... Charingkroskata hospital.
- Right here in London. - Really.
And if he has not presented a case retirement, must be due
Charingkroskata leaving hospital and moving into the countryside.
It was if the city doctor moved into the province 5 years ago,
probably was not by management.
Managerial duties in a prominent London hospital would not have left for practice in the province.
And if he was in Charing Cross, but no leader must have been a promising surgeon.
That person who refuses of excellent perspective
to replace it with privacy of provincial law.
That man after internal impulses.
That such a man who is forced to follow their intellectual passions
very likely ...
research.
Indeed, Holmes, ...
I do not know what to say.
Never had to extract as much information from this ... a cane.
No, no, no, of course not.
But some people are not geniuses
have the remarkable ability provoke it in others.
What a relief.
This is the basis of our successful cooperation.
- I am obliged to you. - A thank you, Holmes.
And our friends forget interested very few of their appearance.
Oh, come, Holmes. Now just play with me.
- No, look through the window. - What?
Please enter Dr. Mortimer.
I had no idea where I've forgotten.
I swear, Mr.. Holmes, if the head I was not attached to the body,
I'm afraid that I would lose her too. - How embarrassing.
I see that something you worry Dr. Mortimer. How can I help you?
You've probably noticed the message On the death of Sir Charles Baskerville
6 weeks ago. - What? Sir Charles is dead?
I knew it, Holmes. I sat up him at Wimbledon two years ago.
- A nice guy. What a pity. - I remember I saw the obituary in The Times.
Something about, um ...
heart failure with low cardiac output, while walking in his garden, right?
Yes. This was the conclusion of the coroner.
And you're here because you have reason to doubt his conclusion.
Before answering this question, Mr. Holmes, should tell an old story
as I was betrayed by Sir Charles.
Well, if you must - have. But only the characteristic points, sir.
- Do not stand the old stories. - Yes, of course.
It is the terrible death of the founder of Sir Hugo Baskerville family Baskerville in 1642.
Sir Hugo was an evil man who wanted passionately daughter of one of his tenants,
but the girl being godly, despised the wicked scoffer.
One drunken night, Sir Hugo and hellish His comrades kidnapped in January by her father's house.
Hugo intended to take advantage of it.
Locked it on the top floor of a hunting lodge.
Help!
Later, when the empty wine bottles
Sir Hugo went to meet her voluptuous desired, but discovered that she has fled.
- In the window sheets, I guess. - Exactly.
But then Sir Hugo was consumed by murderous rage.
He was a man who endured to oppose him.
After more than 300 years
I doubt that we can say certainty whether or not that is tolerated
Yeah, right, but there's no doubt:
In a moment he gave his oath that offers his soul to the devil
forward if the wicked girl in his arms.
After her!
Asked the horse and hounds, and went after her in the swamp.
Eager to see persecution drunk his friends followed him.
Halfway through swamp, they heard a horrible scream.
On and after will be 50 m encountered the body of Sir Hugo.
Huge and terrifying hound was bite his throat.
Eyes and hot as the flames of Hell.
I quote these last words from memory, Mr. Holmes. They made my most vivid impression.
Very interesting, Dr. Mortimer, If I were a collector of stories.
Wondering how this "story" is associated with the death of my best friend.
I think that clarifying how fully connected.
So you believe that this ancient hell hound has a hand in it, right?
Probably both consider me a fool.
No, not at all. These family legends
they can sometimes turn in the most unusual way.
- Are you cold, Watson? - The reason is poisonous atmosphere here, Holmes.
- You can open the window. - What? And, you mean my pipe.
How observant you.
How about saving the further suffering of Watson?
- To walk in the fresh air? - Yes, of course.
Tell me, Dr. Mortimer, leaving part of the old legend
why you think the coroner is wrong?
The body was found on feet of the old hunting lodge
butler Barrymore, who says he heard the howl of the hound.
Greyhound? Typically, a dog perhaps?
- Hardly. One could not mistake it. - So you've heard personally, right?
Well, not that night. I live too far from Baskerville Hall.
But other nights when the wind spirit from the swamp,
I heard sounds of which your blood can freeze.
Do you? And how often you hear them?
Not often. Probably ten times for the last 6 months.
So was Sir Charles so obsessed with a curse.
These sounds wrecked his nerves.
I'll tell you, Mr. Holmes, that if devil has possession of this land
this is definitely a swamp. - Really.
These sounds were heard in the night of the death of Sir Charles, right?
They have led to Barrymore ran to garden, where he found poor Sir Charles.
I called and noticed the following:
Has stood by the door for at least 10 minutes before the attack,
as if waiting for someone to come.
- How did you hear? - Two times ash trasnal cigar.
Very astute of you! Dr. Mortimer is a man like us, Watson!
I have to agree.
Demand for rare plants and roots in the swamp
I'm trained to notice that What most people do not see.
Oh, yes. Here it is. The killer, who escaped Grimpen of madness in a swamp.
- This is not far from Baskerville Hall, right? - No more than 3 km.
In Times reflect daily persecution. Clearly mobilized army.
- Do not you supposed to catch it before? - It is pretty crazy.
Could this be Seldon Sir Charles was frightened to death?
Definitely possible, but portfolio and watch Sir Charles was not stolen.
Why Seldon will invade the richest person in the vicinity and will not take anything?
I do not know ... yet.
But if you are so kind to tell me what silence,
may not have at such a disadvantage.
Mr. Holmes, do not read my mind?
Hardly. Would not be here if not know more than ever shared.
What else did you see?
The grass was not only the footsteps of Sir Charles. There were others, but they were not human.
Steps were a huge hound, large as the spreading my hand.
- And you have not told anyone about this? - I saw no benefit.
- Because of fear of ridicule? - Yes, I'm afraid not hurt my name.
And yet you believe that this legendary curse is killed Sir Charles Baskerville.
It was not easy to come to you with this story, Mr. Holmes,
but if you live by me to the swamp,
you would understand how such an idea may arise in the mind of man.
So why come to me?
If you expect to get this four-daemon and to arrest him, afraid that my power
not extend to other worlds.
Mr. Holmes, the last living heir of the estate Baskerville is found in the Canadian provinces.
The young Henry Baskerville somehow reluctantly agreed to settle the estate.
I think he needs protection. And it better than I can afford him.
Fascinating. Does he know about the family curse?
I doubt he knows and afraid to tell him.
Nevertheless to say. Tell him everything He told me during a good dinner
Watson and we will meet you tomorrow at noon.
So you are willing to help me in this?
Well, can not afford to lose more aristocrats for the servants of the devil, right?
What would happen to our dear, old England?
Thank you, Mr. Holmes. Eased my worries.
So until tomorrow.
Dee!
Well, Holmes, how long we in the security business?
Only when connected to the investigation a possible murder, Watson.
Do you really think that Sir Charles was killed?
I think he died of a heart attack, what is the conclusion of the coroner.
Then who was killed?
More importantly what can still be killed and how we can prevent it.
You should think about all this.
And while I do it safely will grab three pipes at night, Watson.
Another will probably finish me. I'll be in the club.
Dee!
Hello. Forgive me for being late. I'm afraid that uspah.
- There were four pipes, Watson. - For the first time I f.
Mr. Holmes, let me Sir Henry Baskerville presented.
- Call me Henry. - Nice to meet you, Sir Henry.
Sorry, but we have different understanding on this issue.
I believe it will hit me flash If you simply call Henry.
Once your offer apologies you that make you wait.
- Do you always get after 12? - Yes, quite often.
Detective work is works best at night.
- As of criminals. - Exactly.
I hope you're not occurs earlier, just for me.
I heard the story of Dr. Mortimer Hound of Hell, but Mr. Holmes
throughout my life I was near the dog. Not dog was born, which can not handle.
- I do not think I will need your help. - Sorry, but you're wrong a lot, Sir Henry.
But, Sir Henry, Mr. Holmes best detective in the world.
I feel favored, it will help us to plan.
Then perhaps you will help me with this.
"If prices or insane life ...
Stay away from the swamp. "
Abominable threats. It's like reading a cheap novel.
Probably not abominable threats a friendly warning i. ..
not a cheap novel, and the London Times. Yesterday's numbers, if we are correct. Sorry.
Forgive me.
Oh, yes! Here it is.
Excellent article about free trade. Allow me to quote.
"We agree that such legislation should in the long term
to keep away the wealth of our country, reducing the cost of your import
and lower overall Living on this island. "
Acute insight. Do not you agree?
No, sir yes, I have not lost my mind. Now let me quote from the paragraph itself.
"His life, his mind," er ... "Prices, stay away from."
The words of the note ... they are cut from this paragraph.
It.
- How did you hear? - Could not be simpler.
Typical of the Times headline news is that are printed with 10 punkten bold Borges.
After the note was sent yesterday, I was confident that we will find the source in this issue.
And because the author could not find her, word quagmire is handwritten.
Exactly. As for handwriting: the envelope is marked illegible, but the Times is newspaper of the educated,
So we have an educated man or woman who is made of the uneducated, to fool us.
This suggests that the author is worried that you know his handwriting
or you may be familiar.
And note that the word "life" is askew, implying negligence or haste.
I tend to assume that is fast.
Once the issue is important for the sender unlikely to be negligent.
If you hurry, why is founded, after each letter submitted last night
would be delivered to Sir Henry before he left the hotel.
Rather, the author has not afraid to be broken.
By whom ... is the question.
Well, Mr. Holmes, it seems that you ... underestimated.
And I fear that over-estimated your patience.
May I buy you lunch as an excuse for my delay?
Why not?
As I said Dr. Mortimer, I just to arrange everything and go home.
Merry, old England proved so bad as my dad said he would be E.
Someone has stolen one boot of my favorite pair?
- No. - And I thought that this is a first class hotel.
- One, er, is it both? - Yeah, right.
Really? Well, I guess you caused staff to look for your boot.
Yes. I told them to search everything until you find it.
- Oh, God! - You can cancel the search.
- I hope that will appear. - How did you, Mr. Holmes?
Or was it just speculation?
Never guess, Sir Henry. This is bad for logical thinking.
This salad of chicory is extremely tasty. Some objects you finish it?
Tell me, Dr. Mortimer, who knew you are in London to meet Sir Henry?
- My wife and Barrymore - butler to Sir Charles. - Barrymore. Yes.
Yes, I had to settle with him things of meeting Sir Henry.
- Think Barrymore behind this nonsense? - Well, someone followed.
Someone deprived Sir Henry of precious boot.
Maybe supernatural hound to did it, but I highly doubt
it is cut with scissors from Times polish. - Why would anyone follow Mortimer?
I do not know, but I saw carriage his Baker Street yesterday.
Glimpsed a beard. I do not believe Barrymore occasionally has a beard?
- And, conversely, there is. - If this is someone's idea of ​​fun,
I do not think it's funny. - No joke, Sir Henry.
This is very serious and dangerous job.
Have you decided to go to Baskerville Hall?
I came here. I will not give up now.
- Tomorrow morning, catch a train. - Then Watson will accompany you.
It may be completely unnecessary, but just in case.
- I you, Holmes? - Yes, you, Watson. I have a job here.
You'll be in good hands, sir Henry. No doubt about that.
If you think necessary.
You should ask for something, Sir Henry. Please excuse me, but insist on it.
You should not walk alone in the swamp. Not during the day and even longer night.
If you still have to go Watson will accompany you.
Do not tell me that taking seriously This diabolical legend, Holmes?
Servants of the devil may be of flesh and blood, may not.
Beware, Sir Henry.
- Do not forget to pick up his revolver. - It is the first thing I take.
- Not from Sir Henry Watson okay? - You can count on me, Holmes.
- I expect daily reports. - But of course. Of course!
Avoid swamp in the hours of darkness when the forces of evil are growing.
Will be pleased to hold, sir. You and your ghostly hound.
This definitely makes Seldon authorities to earn money.
Obviously has animal cunning.
Perkins, I heard something new to this prisoner?
Old Mrs. Jenkins thinks heard it again last night screaming.
People certainly are barred windows and doors, sir.
If this is considered a dangerous place in England
you'd rather ghostly greyhound to live grizzly anytime.
Dee. Dee.
Just in time.
So is this.
Yes, Baskerville Hall, Sir Henry your ancient, family mansion.
My father was a linear him throughout his life.
Welcome, Sir Henry. Glad it started not earlier. I Barrymore.
This is Ms. Barrymore. It is the chef and head of household.
- Welcome, Sir Henry. - Nice,
Mr. and Mrs. Barrymore. - Just Barrymore, Sir Henry.
Sir Henry? I do not think that will stand to hear it every day.
Can you call me at least Mr. Baskerville?
There is, according to tradition, AAC.
- Yes. Probably know, Dr. Mortimer. - So it
And this is Dr. Watson, my friend, who will stay with us for a while.
- Hello. - We will prepare a room, sir.
Your course is ready, Sir Henry.
- Will you, Dr. Mortimer? - I think not.
I'm looking forward to lay in his own bed.
Gentlemen, will you excuse me? Pleasant night and I'm sure I'll see you again.
I'm waiting for it eagerly.
- I drink. And you, Watson? - I will not give up a little sherry, Sir Henry.
Hence, AAC.
Hello.
Home, sweet home.
Cozy F.
Port will satisfy you, d-date?
- Of course. - Definitely.
I guess all portraits are of the Baskerville.
Yes, AAC. All here are far Sir Hugo, founder of the family.
So this is the culprit.
- Here is a little dark, right Barrymore? - You could say, AAC.
- I guess there is no electricity. - That's CEG.
- I saw the line on the way here. - He came to Grimpen, Sir Henry.
There is so difficult to Branch spent there, right?
Sir Charles did not want to hear about it.
He thought we should wait one or two generations to see if you need.
And, I understand. We do not want to rush anything, right?
So is AAC.
- There is something if you enable, AAC? - Of course.
Sorry to inform you that my wife and I intend to leave,
as soon as they find suitable replacements. - To leave?
- I, Barrymore are part of a tradition here. - That's CEG.
My family serve your more than 100 years.
But Sir Charles was kind enough to leave my wife and I at 500 pounds.
- Significant amount. - That's CEG.
So we decided to leave servitude and to engage in trade, Sir Henry.
We intend to open shop bicycle away from the swamp.
Well, if that is your decision, I wish you much luck, Barrymore.
Thanks for DIC. If Dr. Watson want something else ...
Yes, there is something.
Have you recently been in London, Barrymore?
No, sir. Perform tasks here, and as I must.
Very good.
One feels the presence of swamp even the house
if he peeks through the windows.
It is not difficult to understand how legends for this hellish beast soil found here.
I hope you slept well, Sir Henry.
- Such as bathing. And you? - A little nervously.
- Did not you hear anything at night? - No, why?
And I have heard. A very special sound.
He looked like weeping.
Did you notice the face of Mrs. Barrymore?
Yes. Well, if it was, I doubt it is cried because leaving this place.
Later, we must go to the city, and to walk.
Come, Watson, Mr. Holmes did not mean I am a prisoner in my own house.
No, of course not.
- Good morning. - Good morning, Sir Henry.
News travels fast.
Dr. Mortimer stopped last night in Haundstut and told us the good news, AAC,
the new lord of the manor is arrived safely from the colonies.
God bless you and keep, Lord Baskerville.
We fear that such You may be interrupted.
And if it had happened?
What would happen to us all, Sir Henry?
Life would not it be the same for these people?
Oh, no, no. Not earn many of herding sheep.
The new owners probably would not drive them out and to introduce mechanized farming.
So if you sell, buyers can simply to expel people from their homes and farms?
Oh, yes. All are tenants in the Baskerville estate.
- We sell homes and farms under them. - You mean that you have all this?
Grimpen whole city and everything in it.
Everything is recorded in a Baskerville book of nobility of Burke, Sir Henry.
So now you tell me and that people have.
Oh no, of course not, Sir Henry, no longer.
Watson told me that own Stonehenge.
Well, this is not Stonehenge, Henry
but there are many mysterious prehistoric stone circles on the moor.
- A mystery. - Mystery who built them and why.
- Maybe he'll tell us. - I doubt it.
Good morning!
- Good night. - I'm glad you do not have it.
Do not want to be curious, Henry But what set your father against his family?
- Sir Charles was the brother of your father, right? - Half-brother.
When the first wife of my grandfather died he married a much younger woman
and had two more sons by her - Roger and Charles. - I understand.
The old story of the evil stepmother, who makes children the only survivors
while my father, the real heir receives nothing.
- This is terrible. - I guess that gives me
motive for murder, and Watson? - What?
I wonder if I'm on the list suspects with Mr. Holmes.
Sir Henry! Sir Henry! Take the road! Right! Right!
Please excuse me, Sir Henry
but it is extremely dangerous to walk off the road in the wet season.
Jack Stapleton. I live with her sister in Meripit House up the road.
Whom I saw you two, I knew it should be you and Dr. Watson.
Can you suggest condolences, AAC?
Sir Charles was my dear, dear friend. A great man.
- Thank you. That's very kind of you. - And how do you know who we are, Mr. Stapleton?
Oh, you read exciting stories in the Strand, Dr. Watson. Watch your step.
And Dr. Mortimer told us the good news for your safe arrival this morning
when stopped and asked me to look for some rare plants for his homeopathic medicines.
- I understand. - You obviously do not think swamp
dangerous place, Mr. Stapleton. - Yes, I am a naturalist by vocation.
Roam this ancient place for hours every day.
I know where it is safe to step and where not E.
Say I'm the only person
which can pass through grimpenskoto marsh this season.
- Grimpenskoto swamp? - Oh, yes.
Uh, ... see what light green spot between the usual dark cover.
Gentlemen, these are dangerous, suction pits of grimpenskoto swamp.
- Dear God! - You can distinguish them only from afar.
Seem to be of solid ground, but ...
Would engulf a man in seconds.
Deadly, suction tanks, hell hounds ... it was her there.
Have you seen some diabolical hound, while you are cruising around, Mr. Stapleton?
I see that you take the necessary contempt for this ridiculous legend, Sir Henry.
- It is a joy to hear. - Do not believe in a devil dog?
This old legend was long forgotten. And so it was up to the tragedy with your uncle.
Now everyone is talking about. You know what the peasants, Sir Henry.
Their world is filled with superstition. Some even claim to have seen the Hound of the Baskervilles.
- Really? - Oh yes! Everyone describes it differently.
I admit I'm surprised that the famous Mr. Holmes is interested in such tragedy.
I thought bears only murder case.
Mr. Holmes is occupied with cases him interested, whatever.
Well, then I hope you with Mr. Holmes will dispel
this ridiculous legend once. Oh, see. Mushroom.
Sir Henry Interested of wild mushrooms?
- Uh, Well, I ... - Amazing f. Come with me.
Sir Henry go. Return immediately to London.
- Please. - I can not explain, but God
do it. Go to and do not return here.
Beryl!
- Jack. Did you find my mushrooms? - Oh, yes. But what brings you here?
Pick colors for the table for dinner.
A nice. Let me present Sir Henry Baskerville and Dr. Watson.
Lord, may I present to you his sister Beryl Stapleton?
- Hello. - Hello.
Miss Stapleton.
Welcome to the swamp, Sir Henry. I'm sure I will fascinate you.
I will drop to cup of tea before proceeding?
- With pleasure, eh Watson? - Oh, yeah. Yes, of course.
Come then.
A tragedy brought us here 2 years ago. Terrible loss.
But the peace and solitude We recovered in the swamp
and for a naturalist This is the most exciting place.
I hope I was not personal loss, Mr. Stapleton.
- Even if it was double. - Jack, you should not encumber the village guests.
Everything is fine.
He and Beryl hanging small private school in the north.
Created its excellent reputation but then an epidemic of diphtheria
covered school and, uh ... Two of our boys died.
Blame ourselves and we could not continue. Our grief was overwhelming.
You can not still to blame.
- They say time heals all wounds. - One can only hope.
Well, you really need to continue, Henry, before it is dark.
I guess.
It was nice to meet you, Miss Stapleton.
Me too, Sir Henry.
- Maybe sometimes you feel lonely here. - Oh, I'm happy here. I have music.
I can play freely, when I inspiration and not bother anyone.
Yes, unless the sufferer brother.
Well, I hope to hear you someday.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Henry, you must tell something for Miss Stapleton.
- What is it? - She told me something very strange earlier.
- Really? - Yes.
- What do you mean? - What and said.
- He feels that there are in danger. - The only danger is not in it sank.
You must admit, Watson, it is a very attractive woman.
Yes, I agree, Henry but a little strange do not you think?
- Does Supernatural? - No, I'm serious, Henry.
Did you notice how restless?
Considering everything you have experienced a brother, I'm not surprised.
What on earth was that?
- Sounded like an animal trapped. - Or maybe struggling life.
Oh, God. Look at this.
Looks like ... like a wolf.
I think it should be Back at the mansion, Henry.
Agree.
We added several people to our drama, Holmes. I'll try to give their observations accurately
free to pollute as fascinating noted with his own opinion.
First ...
- A dog? Sure you? - I can recognize a dog.
Well, as Holmes would say: "There nothing more deceptive than the obvious. "
Oh, come on, Watson. Do not tell me those that believe in supernatural nonsense.
- Well, just ... - A Barrymore had a bad dog
in front of my window last night. Some idea of ​​who is?
No, no, Sir Henry. None of the servants no, but probably the wild dog of the swamp.
Exactly.
What do you think about the legend? The genus I chased it is hellish hound?
I do not think AAC. If you ask me, drunken friends of Sir Hugo
killed him and made up the story the dog. Perfect alibi for the time.
But Sir Charles was not so sure.
- You, Barrymore? - It is, sir.
And if I can afford, It was his weakness.
Do not make the same mistake, Sir Henry.
I do not intend. Thank Barrymore.
Just one more thing, Sir Henry. Your new wardrobe arrived from London.
All right.
Old clothes that you left, I I give them to charity, AAC?
- Of course. - Thanks, AAC.
Did you, Watson? Barrymore lived here from 100 years and he does not believe in this nonsense.
Henry, I must tell you something about Barrymore.
Excuse me, Sir Henry. Mr. Stapleton is come to invite you to dinner tonight.
Great. We will go.
I do not think we should go in the swamp at night, Henry.
Oh, come on, Watson.
- Before them they will go. - Very well, Sir Henry.
Henry, you can talk about anything ...
alone.
What is the right of the window?
I do not know, but should not be postponed in Stapleton in case you do it again.
We'll be back in time.
Definitely exaggerate, sir.
I've seen it and I can tell you that moonlight is a large black hound.
Indeed, Mr. Frankland, Sir Henry is a modern man.
I laugh when you want, but more than legend. I advise you to be careful, Sir Henry.
Thanks for the tips Mr. Frankland, but I do not believe
to walk alone middle of the night in the swamp.
- No. - Yes, it would be wise.
But if you are looking for night activity, I suggest astronomy?
The best views of the north hemisphere is here in the swamp.
- I spend half my telescope at night. - And half day. Oh, Frankland, admit it!
Mr. Frankland telescope located equally useful for watching the stars
and to monitor traffic people! Ha-ha-ha!
I can mock him, but if you exit out the night will see a new way.
Well, I would like to breathe fresh air after such a wonderful meal.
- Agree. - Great. Sir Henry?
Miss Stapleton? - ... Because of the disgusting smoke.
- We saw a giant tsiklopedi. - Oh, yes. Magnificent specimens.
Why not obeyed Alert me Sir Henry?
I hope, Miss Stapleton, you're not me invited to insist to go.
The danger is real. You must believe me.
I come, Sir Henry? The view is extraordinary.
Sorry, but I feel slightly tired. Please go ahead without me.
- Beryl, will not you come with us? - It better?
Beryl has not fully recovered. More dreaming terrible nightmares. I'm concerned about it.
Would you excuse me?
What do Barrymore?
AA .. Well the window, sir.
Walk at night to see if it is closed.
On the second floor?
- Yes, sir. - This is a lie.
- I can not tell you the truth, sir. - Why?
- For the secret is not mine. - Then who is?
If you refuse to explain, I did not leave a choice.
- Will be forced to tell the police. - My case is, just mine.
- John did it for me. - Then you explain.
My brother is desperate. He died of starvation in the swamp. We can not let him die like an animal.
Light signal, that food is prepared.
His light shows John to where he left her.
- Seldon murderer is your brother? - There is a killer. There is,
Poor madman who was accused of
and cheerfully signed confessions without knowing what it means.
He is innocent ... innocent of any charges.
How long thought, that will be able to hide it?
- This is our terrible secret, sir. - And it?
I bring bread and meat poor wretch, when I can.
I arranged to be spent secret of the ship to Australia.
And you expect me to believe that innocent of these crimes?
God is my witness, Sir Henry smart as a newborn calf.
It is not never hurt anyone.
- You are free. - Thanks, AAC.
- Come, my dear. - Please, Sir Henry, do not give up.
Send him right on the gallows.
It is a matter of transmission, Henry.
If you want to help this you must catch him.
Watch your step, Henry.
- Hey there. - Yes.
Get down.
Yes, this is it.
Come on.
Seldon does not want to hurt you.
We are here to help you.
Do not you think evil.
Seldon will not hurt you!
- Wait! - Seldon!
Seldon! Seldon, Go! Please Seldon!
Damn!
Let's go.
- What was that? - I would like to know.
- I started to believe in these stories. - I refuse to believe.
And I but a little more convincing here in the swamp. Let's get out.
Wait.
Look!
- Who is this? - I do not know.
I had to try to apprehend him, Barrymore.
If what you say is true, if unjustly sentenced
I will personally take care to get justice. I promise.
We are very grateful for your understanding, Sir Henry.
Cyr?
Please once again, leave him to escape to Australia.
I'm afraid that if he caught gallows awaits him, and not justice.
I beg you.
- How long the ship sailed? - After a day - two, not more.
Personally responsible for behavior while away.
Well then. We will wait until then.
Never forget it, Sir Henry.
- There is something AAC. - Yeah, what is, Barrymore?
The day before you arrive checked the study of Sir Charles
to assure that everything is okay. I noticed that there was ash
fire in the fireplace of the night his death. I went to clean it.
There were remnants of a letter, DIC, which read, although it was very burned.
I say this because it broke, I tried to take it.
- He managed to read it? - Yes, sir. Read: "Please, I beg you,
as a gentleman, burn this letter and be at the door at 22:00. "
These were the exact words. Below them were initials L. L. handwriting was feminine.
- Would you be sworn in this, Barrymore? - In my life, sir.
- Any idea what might be L. L.? - No, sir.
But remember that a letter arrived at her morning.
There was no sender, but it was Posted in Grimpen a swamp.
- Why do not you tell us about it immediately? - As I said before, Sir Henry
Both Ms. Barrymore were much attached to Sir Charles.
I thought no connection s. .. further events
and will only needlessly defiled its reputation.
Thank Barrymore.
L. L. Hmm ...
Sir Henry trusted him unreservedly but I'm still skeptical.
Was there such a letter or Barrymore wanted to direct us in the wrong direction?
Additional complication is that obviously Sir Henry completely lost his mind on Ms. Stapleton.
I was hoping not to say it, but it requires:
I want to be here, Holmes.
Henry, I'm going to put it Holmes. Will you accompany me?
- It would be better to go to fresh air. - Yes, but need to review these accounts.
Very good. I will not tarry.
Dr. Watson! Dr. Watson, sir!
- At a town? - I'm going to put a letter.
Well, if you do not mind slightly circumvention, I can take you and back.
- I do not want to inconvenience you. - Nonsense! Nonsense!
- It will be fun. - Many thanks.
- Easy enough, right? - Yes.
- Arrived. Come. I will not linger. - Okay.
Here you are. Have another I finished article, Dr. Mortimer?
I hope you're not too busy, Mrs. Lyons. Deadlines for publication are not waiting for anyone.
Can I present to you my friend? Dr. Watson, Mrs. Laura Lyons.
- O. .. Hello. - Nice to meet you, Dr. Watson.
I'm afraid ... I'm afraid they are not numbered.
Do not be nervous. I am sure I can sort them, Dr. Mortimer.
- Did you always do? - Definitely.
What I would do without you, Mrs. Lyons? Could you sent it in tomorrow's mail
addressed to the Journal of Homeopathy? - Yes, you sure will be done.
- Thank you. Will go. - Very good. Good day to both.
Have a nice day.
I think from here to walk, Dr. Mortimer.
Are you sure? The weather is very changeable.
Well, if it rains, I would only osvezhilo.
- Okay. Good day, Dr. Watson. - Good day, Dr. Mortimer.
I can not imagine what want to discuss privately, Dr. Watson.
Dr. Mortimer, you do not know said I typist?
Applies to the late Sir Charles Baskerville.
- What can I say about him? - Write to me with it?
- What is the purpose, sir? - To avoid public scandal.
Better to ask you privately, not to leave things out of control.
If you have not committed a crime nothing to fear from me.
I will not betray what were your relationship with Sir Charles.
- What do you know about this? - But was your benefactor.
Please answer the question.
- I never wrote to Sir Charles. - Well, obviously your memory fool you.
I can even quote some of your letter. "Please, I beg you, as a gentleman
burn this letter and be at the door at 22:00. "
No more gentlemen?
Accuse him unfairly. He burned the letter.
Parts of the letter may be read even when it is itself consumed.
So you admit that you wrote to him encounter, which led to his death.
Terribly sorry.
Yes, I wrote this letter.
My father is Donald Frankland.
- I do not see the connection. - Just f.
With my father we never were good relations. Who could it?
I married in haste, just to get away from it.
My husband was a drunkard and soon after marriage left me.
And my father would not help me, because he married against his will.
Sir Charles was kind enough me as a typist appliances.
But, uh ... the letter Mrs..
My husband wants a significant amount to give me a divorce.
And although a few months ago I ended my relationship with Sir Charles
no where else to turn to for help.
But why that night and why at this hour?
I knew I went the next day for London and I was desperate. It was my last chance.
So wrote him and asked him to meet at the door.
Yes, but never went. Something happened.
- What? - Do not ... I can not say.
- This is .. a private matter. - Not if the police know, Mrs. Lyons.
There was no need to go. I got Meanwhile aid from elsewhere.
But why not wrote to Sir Charles to tell him?
It should show you something.
You can open it. I wrote it in the morning telling him everything, and now you.
When I took him to the post, I heard news of the death of Sir Charles.
I'm not completely convinced that it I told the truth about Holmes.
She claims to have received the necessary money and at the last moment, but does not know by whom.
- Good afternoon, Mr. Frankland. - Good day, sir.
- Come to me you blame it? - No. I did not come about.
I hope to shed light certain circumstances
surrounding the death of Sir Charles. - Me? May your hopes are in vain, sir.
Well, I must tell you that I accompanied Dr. Mortimer to his home typist.
I warn you, sir, not to spindle nose where you do not work.
I know my rights. Not allow to play with me.
It is strange that you talk about acting out and poke the nose,
when you spend a lot of himself hours, spying on his neighbors.
I have to look through the telescope everything, whatever you wish.
I wonder how one can to turn his back on his daughter?
Abuse patience I, sir. Have a nice day!
Did you secretly and helped Mr. Frankland,
a significant amount on the day the death of Sir Charles?
Are you crazy? And to give money Why am I not obey?
You can rot in Hell before to receive a penny from me!
- Did she tell you to pray for her? - No. Good day, sir.
Dare to judge me. You say that spy on your neighbors!
Well, I tell you, sir, that is Wandering around the swamp
in its own backyard, is so dangerous during the day
as at night. - Are you threatening me, Mr. Frankland?
Do not be a greater fool than you. I'm talking about Seldon.
I will kill you just as you walk blissfully ignoring his presence.
- Hey! Just in time. - What exactly?
- They brought him food in the swamp. - What do you mean, Frankland?
You say it is smart enough orders him to wear at night
when it can not grain in any telescope.
But no! His young accomplice comes every day time and now comes here.
- Can I see? - What would you spy on your neighbors?
A lot of fun.
"Dr. Watson went Grimpen."
- My God. Henry! - Chiba! No! No!
Sir Henry!
- Sir Henry. Dear God. - Dr. Watson! Did you cry?
- Is anyone hurt? - Yes. Sir Henry. I am guilty.
- This is Sir Henry. - What?
Who is this guy?
Seldon. But of course. He received clothing from Barrymore.
Poor man.
But what you do in the swamp, Mr. Stapleton?
I heard those terrible screams. I was concerned about Sir Henry.
- And why, sir? - Because I assumed that would come here.
I was surprised when it appears and naturally worried about it,
I heard those terrible screams. But who can it be done?
Hound of the Baskervilles was Mr. Stapleton.
With all due respect, Dr. Watson, but hellish hound is fallacy.
I saw it, sir, and I can not doubt in their eyes.
I saw her.
Terribly sorry, Miss Barrymore
but it seems ... that while it is running,
had tripped and crashed his skull.
After all those weeks in the swamp at night which would finally feel the freedom!
He must have been distracted excited as a child.
As a child.
Be sure that if innocent will take care to have his name cleared.
- Bless you, Sir Henry. - Come, my dear.
Bless you.
Are you sure that was not a mad dog?
I would not doubt, If he saw Henry.
- Did you foam at the mouth? - Well, I'm sure.
- And I'm sure. - I hope you're right.
From all my heart I hope you're right, Sir Henry.
I must have.
I do not know how to tell you, Holmes, but your eyes and ears need.
Hell Hound exists Holmes. I did it ...
Join.
- What is it, Barrymore? - Telegram from London, Dr. Watson.
Writes that it is urgent. I thought he would want it immediately.
Oh, yes.
Thank Barrymore.
"Dr. Watson, the end came.
Sir Henry should terminate everything and return immediately to London.
Do not delay. I'm waiting for both of you tomorrow night. Holmes. "
Good and pelvis.
- What it means: "The end comes?" - I have no idea.
I just went. And half of my work I have not finished.
Have available the remainder of the day but you must catch the train tomorrow morning.
- Very unpleasant. - I understand ...
I can not even be goodbye to Miss Stapleton.
- I'd like Mr. Holmes has a good reason. - It is always available, Henry.
Well, Holmes, definitely disturbed Sir Henry with his urgent telegram.
Needless to say, it is eager to know why.
So do I.
Good evening, Dr. Watson. I bring you the materials for writing.
- Thank you, Perkins. - I saw Ms. Stapleton in the city.
He gave me a letter to Sir Henry. Would you like him before?
- Yes. Yes, of course. - Thank you, sir.
If nothing else, the news here spread quickly.
Why? What is it?
"Sir Henry, it is imperative to speak with you tonight on a matter of urgency.
Wait for me in the stables behind Meripit House after sunset,
to talk privately. Please do not I give up. Beryl Stapleton. "
It may not be gentlemen, Henry, but the urge not to go.
- Do not even try, Watson. I'll go. - But, Henry, please hear me.
Can be very, very dangerous. Please consider it again.
The woman asks me, Watson. What man would I if not go for fear of a mad dog?
- Then I come to you. - I wrote myself.
Well, you're alone, but I will close enough to protect you when needed.
- Okay, but not displayed. - Of course.
There will be far enough Watson, if you do not mind.
- Sir Henry. - Beryl, okay?
- Oh, yes. I was afraid that he would not come. - I do not think about it.
What is so important to meet at this hour?
- Safe and legend very real possibility .. - Beryl?
- Sir Henry, what does that mean? - Good evening, Jack.
- With your sister just talk. - Speak? Behind the stables in the dark?
- What, may I ask? - Individual is Jack.
Can I remind you, AAC, that in this country a gentleman
not sneak in the dark, ordering his secret meetings
the sister of another gentleman. Just do not, sir!
- I do not want to offend them, Jack, but ... - Insults you? I already did.
- What greater insult you thought? - Well, since you want.
Beryl asked to meet here because I leave tomorrow and worry about it.
You yourself said, not fully recovered.
It's true, AAC, but this is a family question and I will be grateful if you do not interfere.
You are not the master and owner here, so please, leave my property.
All right. Good evening, Mr. Stapleton.
Miss Stapleton.
Bravo, my dear. Played his role perfectly.
Jack, please!
Watson?
Sir Henry! Hound!
Hound!
Henry! Henry! Can you sit?
- Let me see. Are you? - I think so.
Sir Henry. Thank God that you are well.
But who shoot?
- Did not you? - No.
Sorry for the delay, Sir Henry.
My gun is entangled uncomfortable in this disguise.
- Holmes? - Explanations later, Watson.
- We have unfinished business. - Was visited by hounds. Hound ...
Do not hound and hound, bred and blinded by Stapleton, to guide only smell.
- Stapleton behind it? - Yes.
I heard shots, turned to swamp.
So you must hurry. Describe the perfect swamp.
Your husband will not escape us, Madam. Watson, give them his revolver.
- My will is sufficient. - Okay.
- Spouse? - Please, Henry. Let me explain.
- Use me as a scapegoat! - Interesting analogy, Watson.
How could you be so otnesesh with me? This shows that do not believe me, Holmes.
I believe you wholeheartedly my friend.
The boy who brought me dinner every day, and I wore your reports.
- Why keep me in ignorance? - You had to attract attention
concerned, giving me opportunity to investigate the matter a secret!
In a nutshell - a sacrificial lamb.
Find it.
Find it! Go!
Exactly. Find it.
Do not ... Oh, God ... No!
Help! Lord, help!
- Dear God! - Too late, Watson.
Holmes, see.
Well, is it! Boots of Sir Henry appears Yet. I hope to keep the other.
- A stole it to make it smell hound. - It. And I nadushih murder at the same moment.
Stapleton was incautious enough give you details of their tragedy.
Two students are really died in their school ... of poisoning.
The director and his wife disappeared.
Jack insisted to buy cheapest possible meat
and I was too weak to contradict him.
Two boys died because , and since then every day
weep for those boys and beat because of his weakness.
Yes, and your husband is advantage of your desperation.
Do not you forced to have His accomplice against your will?
- It is sir. - But why do we present for your sister?
It was very useful in this role.
Posing as a bachelor, Stapleton no problem duped desperate Mrs. Lyons.
Her letter was deceived in Sir Charles the garden gate as he planned.
Well, Mr. Holmes, your own plan did not go very smoothly.
Yeah, what on earth he thought Holmes? Not planned dog to attack Sir Henry, right?
- Of course not, Watson. - If it was not embarrassing my disguise
I would shoot the dog when he was 6 feet.
- The entire 6 feet? - I assure you, Sir Henry
that there is no danger for you. I am an excellent marksman.
This is worse than arrogance, Holmes. This is arrogance.
One is to use me to scapegoat, but how Could you play it with the life of Sir Henry?
Because we had. No evidence of murder.
I would trap or Stapleton forward with our hands
or remove it from the suspects. - Yes, but what exactly was your trap?
I knew that Stapleton will be forced to act quickly and inadvertently
if you knew that the departure to London the next day.
- I just had to inform him. - And how was able to accomplish this?
Mrs. Stapleton was kind enough to feed an old shepherd went with her.
In return he offered to release her from predicament in which he was.
I will be eternally grateful, that I trust, sir.
I knew that you have an ally in this. Was not your one warning note in London?
Mr. Holmes, she warned me repeatedly.
Will the authorities take care to take these facts into account.
Well, always managed to surprise me, Holmes.
But why on earth has experienced Stapleton Baskerville such hatred?
His motives were a mystery to me as I saw the thief started it all.
Sir Hugo?
- Stapleton? - Exactly.
One can say that the legend started with the first, ended with the latter.
Jack Stapleton is actually Jack Baskerville.
The latest successor in the event that you die.
Jack revive an ancient curse and the infernal greyhound, only to be blown away by her in Hell.
How dramatically Holmes.
Of course there is no such place. Just get what you deserve.
Well, long life, Sir Henry.
Mr. Holmes.
Madam, please?
- There is nothing to fear. - No longer afraid.
Come, Watson. Waiting for our new case.
Watson.