23-03-06 Chapter XV. A Retrospection It was the end of November and Holmes and I sat, upon a raw and foggy night, on either side of a blazing fire in our sitting-room in Baker Street. Since the tragic upshot of our visit to Devonshire he had been engaged in...

23-03-06 Chapter XIV. The Hound of the Baskervilles One of Sherlock Holmess defectsif, indeed, one may call it a defectwas that he was exceedingly loath to communicate his full plans to any other person until the instant of their fulfilment. Partly it came n...

23-03-06 Chapter XIII. Fixing the Nets Were at close grips at last, said Holmes as we walked together across the moor. What a nerve the fellow has! How he pulled himself together in the face of what must have been a paralyzing shock when he found that the wr...

23-03-06 Chapter XII. Death on the Moor For a moment or two I sat breathless, hardly able to believe my ears. Then my senses and my voice came back to me, while a crushing weight of responsibility seemed in an instant to be lifted from my soul. That cold, in...

23-03-06 Chapter XI. The Man on the Tor The extract from my private diary which forms the last chapter has brought my narrative up to the 18th of October, a time when these strange events began to move swiftly towards their terrible conclusion. The incidents...