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nd　looked　in－　side．

Barrymore　was　standing　at　the　window．He　was　holding　a　light　in　his　hand　and　looking　out　onto　the　moor．He　stood　without　moving　for　a　few　minutes　and　then　he　put　out　the　light．

I　went　quickly　back　to　my　room．A　few　minutes　later　I　heard　Barrymore　go　softly　by．

The　next　morning　I　told　Sir　Henry　what　I　had　seen．

‘We　must　follow　him　and　find　out　what　he　is　doing，’said　Sir　Henry．‘He　won't　hear　us　if　we　move　carefully．’

That　night　we　sat　in　Sir　Henry's　room　and　waited．At　about　three　o’clock　in　the　morning　we　heard　the　sound　of　footsteps　outside　the　bedroom．We　looked　out　and　saw　Barrymore．We　followed　him　as　quietly　as　we　could．He　went　into　the　same　room　as　before．We　reached　the　door　and　looked　in．There　was　Barrymore，with　the　light　in　his　hand，looking　out　across　the　moor，exactly　as　I　had　seen　him　on　the　night　before．

Sir　Henry　walked　into　the　room　and　said：‘What　are　you　do…　ing　here，Barrymore？’

Barrymore　turned　round　quickly，surprise　and　horror　on　his　face．

‘Nothing，Sir，’he　said．The　shadows　on　the　wall　from　his　light　were　jumping　up　and　down　as　his　hand　shook．‘It　was　the　window，sir．I　go　round　at　night　to　see　that　they　are　closed，and　this　one　wasn't　shut．’

‘Come　now，Barrymore，’said　Sir　Henry．‘No　lies．What　were　you　doing　with　that　light？You　were　holding　it　up　to　the　window．’

I　suddenly　had　an　idea．‘I　think　he　was　sending　a　message，’　I　said．‘Let's　see　if　there's　an　answer　from　someone　on　the　moor．’

I　held　the　light　up　to　the　window，and　looked　out　into　the　darkness．Suddenly　a　light　answered　from　the　moor．

‘There　it　is，’I　cried．I　waved　my　light　backwards　and　for－　wards　across　the　window．The　light　on　the　moor　answered　by　moving　in　the　same　way．

‘Now，Barrymore，who　is　your　friend　on　the　moor？What's　going　on？’

‘That's　my　business，’said　Barrymore，‘I　won't　tell　you．’

‘Are　you　making　some　criminal　plan　against　me？’Sir　Henry　said．

‘No，it's　nothing　against　you，sir，’said　a　voice　behind　us．It　was　Mrs　Barrymore．She　had　followed　us　and　was　standing　at　the　door．‘He's　doing　it　for　me．My　unhappy　brother　is　cold　and　hungry　on　the　moor．We　cannot　let　him　die．Our　light　is　to　tell　him　that　food　is　ready　for　him．His　light　shows　us　where　to　take　it．’

‘Then　your　brother　is…’began　Sir　Henry．

‘The　escaped　prisoner，sir．Selden，the　murderer．He　is　my　younger　brother．He　has　done　evil　things，but　to　me　he　is　still　the　little　boy　I　loved　and　cared　for．I　had　to　help　him．Every－　thing　my　husband　has　done　has　been　for　me．Please　don't　take　his　job　from　him．It's　not　his　fault．’

Sir　Henry　turned　to　Barrymore　and　said：　

‘I　cannot　blame　you　for　helping　your　wife．Go　to　bed，and　we'll　talk　about　this　in　the　morning．’

The　Barrymores　left　us．

‘The　murderer　is　waiting　out　there　by　that　light，’　said　Sir　Henry．‘He's　a　danger　to　everyone．I'm　going　to　catch　him．If　you　want　to　come　with　me，Watson，fetch　your　revolver　and　let’s　go．’

We　left　the　Hall　immediately．

‘We　must　surprise　him　and　catch　him．’said　Sir　Henry．‘He's　a　dangerous　man．Now，Watson，what　would　Holmes　say　about　this？Do　you　remember　what　the　old　papers　said？　They　said　the　Devil　does　his　work　when　the　world　is　dark．’

Just　as　he　spoke　there　came　a　strange　cry　from　across　the　moor．It　was　the　same　cry　I　had　heard　when　I　was　with　Staple－　ton　on　the　edge　of　the　Great　Grimpen　Marsh．

‘What　is　that　noise？’asked　Sir　Henry．He　stopped　and　put　his　hand　on　my　arm　to　hold　me　back．

‘I've　heard　it　before，’I　said．‘Stapleton　says　it's　the　cry　of　a　bird．’

‘Watson，’said　Sir　Henry，his　voice　shaking，‘it　is　the　cry　of　a　hound．What　do　the　local　people　say　it　is？’

‘They　say　it　is　the　cry　of　the　Hound　of　the　Baskervilles，’I　replied．

‘Can　there　possibly　be　some　truth　in　the　story？’said　Sir　Henry．‘Am　I　really　in　danger　from　such　an　evil　thing？I　think　I　am　as　brave　as　most　men，but　that　sound　froze　my　blood．But　we　have　come　out　to　catch　that　prisoner，and　the　Devil　himself　will　not　make　me　turn　back．’

It　was　difficult　to　cross　the　moor　in　the　dark，but　at　last　we　reached　the　light．It　was　standing　on　a　rock．Suddenly　an　evil　face，more　like　an　animal　than　a　man，looked　at　us　from　behind　the　rock．The　escaped　prisoner　saw　us　and　screamed　as　he　turned　to　run．

Sir　Henry　and　I　were　both　good　runners　and　very　healthy　men，but　we　soon　realized　that　we　had　no　chance　of　catching　Selden．He　knew　the　way，and　was　running　for　his　life．Soon　we　had　lost　him　in　the　dark，so　we　stopped　and　sat　down，breathing　heavily，to　rest．

At　that　moment　a　very　strange　thing　happened．The　moon　was　low　upon　our　right，and　in　its　light　we　could　see　the　top　of　a　hill．On　that　hill，with　the　moon　behind　him，stood　a　tall，thin　man．He　was　standing　perfectly　still．He　was　watching　us．

It　was　not　Selden，who　had　been　running　away　from　that　hill．This　man　was　much　taller．With　a　cry　of　surprise　I　turned　to　Sir　Henry．As　I　turned，the　man　disappeared．

I　wanted　to　go　across　to　the　hill　and　search　for　him，but　we　were　tired　and　I　remembered　that　Sir　Henry　might　be　in　dan－　ger．So　we　went　back　to　Baskerville　Hall．

Who　was　the　tall　man　I　had　seen　standing　against　the　moon？　Was　he　an　enemy，or　a　friend　who　was　watching　over　us？　

I　wished　more　and　more　that　Holmes　could　leave　London　and　come　to　Baskerville　Hall．I　wrote　to　him　every　few　days　and　gave　him　the　details　of　everything　that　happened　and　everyone　I　met．

　　



　
10　　The　Letter　

　　

The　following　day　was　dull　and　foggy．The　Hall　was　sur－　rounded　by　heavy，low　clouds，which　opened　now　and　then　to　show　the　grim，cold　moor　and　its　wet，grey　rocks．The　weather　made　us　miserable．It　was　difficult　to　be　cheerful　when　we　felt　danger　all　around　us．I　thougth　of　Sir　Charles’death，and　the　awful　sound　of　the　hound，which　I　had　now　heard　twice．Holmes　did　not　believe　that　there　was　a　supernatural　hound．But　facts　are　facts，and　I　had　heard　a　hound．Was　there　a　huge　hound　living　on　the　moor？If　so，where　could　it　hide？Where　did　it　get　its　food？Why　was　it　never　seen　by　day？　It　was　almost　as　difficult　to　accept　a　natural　explanation　as　a　su－　pernatural　explanation．

That　morning　Sir　Henry　and　Barrymore　argued　about　Selden，the　escaped　prisoner．Barrymore　said　that　it　was　wrong　to　try　to　catch　Selden．

‘But　the　man　is　dangerous，’said　Sir　Henry．‘He'll　do　any…　thing．Nobody　is　safe　until　he　is　in　prison　again．We　must　tell　the　police．’

‘I　promise　he　won't　break　into　any　house，’said　Barrymore，‘and　he　won't　cause　any　trouble．In　a　few　days　he　will　catch　a　boat　for　South　America．Please　don't　tell　the　police　about　him．If　you　tell　the　police，my　wife　and　I　will　be　in　serious　trouble．’

‘What　do　you　say，Watson？’　asked　Sir　Henry，turning　to　me．

‘I　don't　think　he　will　break　into　houses，or　cause　trouble．If　he　did，the　police　would　know　where　to　look　for　him　and　would　catch　him．He's　not　a　stupid　man．’

‘I　hope　you're　right，’said　Sir　Henry．‘I'm　sure　we're　breaking　the　law．But　I　don't　want　to　get　Barrymore　and　his　wife　into　trouble，so　I　shall　not　tell　the　police．I　shall　leave　Selden　in　peace．’

Barrymore　could　not　find　the　words　to　thank　Sir　Henry　enough．Then　he　said：‘You　have　been　so　kind　to　us　that　I　want　to　do　something　for　you　in　return．I　have　never　told　any…　one　else．I　know　something　more　about　poor　Sir　Charles’death．’

Sir　Henry　and　I　jumped　up　at　once．

‘Do　you　know　how　he　died？’Sir　Henry　asked．

‘No，sir，I　don't　know　that，but　I　know　why　he　was　waiting　at　the　gate　He　was　going　to　meet　a　woman．’

‘Sir　Charles　was　meeting　a　woman？Who　was　the　woman？’

‘I　don't　know　her　name，’Barrymore　said，‘but　it　begins　with　L．L．’

‘How　do　you　know　this，Barrymore？’I　asked．

‘Well，Sir　Charles　got　a　letter　on　the　morning　of　the　day　he　died．It　was　from　Newtown，and　the　address　was　in　a　woman's　writing．I　forgot　all　about　it，but　some　time　after　Sir　Charles　died　my　wife　was　cleaning　the　fireplace　in　his　study．She　found　a　letter．Most　of　it　was　burned，but　the　bottom　of　one　page　was　not　burned．On　it　was　written：“Please，please，burn　this　letter，and　be　at　the　gate　by　ten　o’clock．L．L．”The　paper　fell　into　pieces　as　my　wife　went　to　move　it．We　don't　know　who　L．L．is，but　if　you　could　find　out，you　might　learn　more　about　Sir　Charles’death．We　haven't　told　anyone　else．We　felt　it　would　not　be　good　for　poor，kind　Sir　Charles．But　we　thought　we　ought　to　tell　you，Sir　Henry．’

The　Barrymores　left　us　and　Sir　Henry　turned　to　me．‘If　we　can　find　L．L．，the　mystery　may　be　at　an　end，’he　said．‘What　do　you　think　we　should　do，Watson？’

‘I　must　write　to　Holmes　at　once，’I　said，and　I　went　straight　to　my　room　and　wrote　a　letter　to　Holmes，which　gave　him　all　the　details　of　Barrymore's　story．

On　the　following　day　heavy　rain　fell　without　stopping．I　put　on　my　coat　and　went　for　a　long　walk　on　the　moor．I　thought　of　Selden　out　on　the　cold　moor　in　this　weather．And　I　thought　of　the　other　man，the　mysterious　watcher．

As　I　walked，Dr　Mortimer　drove　past　me．He　stopped　and　said　he　would　take　me　back　to　the　Hall．

‘I　expect　you　know　almost　eve