The Hound of the Baskervilles
listened with the deepest attention, and with an occasional exclamation of surprise.
“Well, I seem to have come into an inheritance with a vengeance,” said he, when the long narrative was finished. “Of course, I’ve heard of the hound ever since I was in the nursery. It’s the pet story of the family, though I never thought of taking it seriously before. But as to my uncle’s death—well, it all seems boiling up in my head, and I can’t get it clear yet. You don’t seem quite to have made up your mind whether it’s a case for a policeman or a clergyman.”
“Precisely.”
“And now there’s this affair of the letter to me at the hotel. I suppose that fits into its place.”
“It seems to show that some one knows more than we do about what goes on upon the moor,” said Dr. Mortimer.
“And also,” said Holmes, “that some one is not ill-disposed towards you, since they warn you of danger.”
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