Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings…

I laughed incredulously…

'I have in my pocket, a manuscript,'…

When Doctor Mortimer had finished reading…

I confess at these words a shudder passed through me.

I knew that seclusion and solitude were very necessary…

Our breakfast table was cleared early…

Sir Henry smiled.

We heard the steps of our visitors descend the stair…

'Sir Henry Baskerville is upstairs expecting you,'…

Just before dinner two telegrams were handed in.

Sir Henry Baskerville and Doctor Mortimer were ready…

Suddenly we looked down into a cuplike depression…

The fresh beauty of the following morning…

Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted…

A long, low moan, indescribably sad…

Stapleton had abandoned the chase…

From this point onward, I will follow the course of events…

Baskerville Hall, October 15th

What all this meant I could not imagine…

And now I pass onto another thread…

The night air was heavy with the smell of damp…

So far I have been able to quote from the reports…

October 17th

The incidents of the next few days…

For the moment I could proceed no farther…

Over the wide expanse there was no sound…

For a moment or two I sat breathless…

A terrible scream – a prolonged yell…

We stood with bitter hearts…

Holmes and I set off to Baskerville Hall…

I was up betimes in the morning…

Mrs. Laura Lyons was in her office…

My nerves thrilled with anticipation…

A hound it was…

The room had been fashioned into a small museum…

And now I come rapidly to the conclusion…

It was the end of November…

It is possible that Stapleton…