Sherlock Holmes.

Chapter 65 The Legendary Hound (14)
This room is very neatly arranged, and there are two rows of small boxes on the wall, which are filled with butterfly specimens.This guy didn't regard gathering as his profession, but just a cover.There is a pillar in the middle of the room, and a man is tied to the pillar.The whole body of this person was wrapped in cloth, only two eyes were exposed.We can't tell if it's a man or a woman, let alone who it is.A handkerchief was fastened round the neck to a post behind, and another hid the lower part of the face, revealing two black eyes--with an expression of pain and shame and terrible suspicion-- — staring at us.In a few moments we had unbound the man's mouth and body, and Mrs. Staplet fell down before us.I saw a clear red welt on her neck as her beautiful head drooped on her breast."You bastard," said Holmes, "quickly, Lethreid, put her on the chair, and fetch your brandy; she is fainted now."

After a while, she opened her eyes, and there was no blood on her face.She opened her mouth slightly and asked, "how is he, has he run away?"

"Madam, your husband cannot escape."

"No, no, not him, I'm asking how Sir Henry is?"

"He's fine now."

"What about the dog?"

"He was killed by us."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on her face.

"Oh, the bastard! You see how he beat me like this." She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her red and swollen arms, and nothing seemed right. "I don't care about these things. He has been torturing me. What is even more desperate is that he has been lying to me. He doesn't love me at all." She sobbed as she spoke.

Holmes said: "Madam, you know him now! Then tell us! If you have done anything with him before, let us atone for you now."

She replied, "The only place he can hide is that little island in the middle of the quagmire, where there is an abandoned tin mine, where his dog hides, and he has arranged everything there."

Holmes went to the window. The fog outside had not abated by any means.

"I reckon he won't get out of the Grimpen quagmire," said Holmes.

At this time, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

"Maybe he can go in. But he may never come out again. How can he make out the signposts in such a fog today? He and I plugged them in together. What if I pull them out now? Then you can deal with him better!"

It was evident that until the mist cleared, any attempts at pursuit would be futile.Lethred remained.Holmes and I accompanied Sir Henry back, and we told Sir Henry everything.He heard all this and accepted it bravely, but he was so frightened that he fell seriously ill.He lay in bed for several days, and Mortimer was called in to take care of him.The two of them have already discussed that they will travel together after he recovers from his illness.You know what a spirited man he was before he became the owner of this ominous property.

In this strange tale which is soon to be concluded, I would like to give the reader a taste of those extreme terrors and vague speculations which for so long cast a shadow over our minds, and which ended unexpectedly. so miserable.The next morning, as the sun came out and the fog lifted, Mrs. Staplet took us in search of her husband.She walked quickly, and it could be seen that she was so anxious, and it could be seen how much she hated her husband.She walked on a solid peaty ground, and the road became very narrow. When we came to the end of the road, we found some small sticks stuck in the ground. We had to follow these sticks, otherwise we couldn't walk across.The path moved slowly between green foaming puddles and filthy mud puddles.Lush reeds, green wild onions, and slimy water plants exude a rotten smell, floating towards us from time to time. Several times we got stuck in the mud, and the black mud sank into our calves. Even after walking a few yards, the mud still held firmly stick to our feet.We plodded, and when I walked in, it was as if an invisible hand was pulling us down.We saw the slightest trace that someone before us had crossed the perilous road, and a black thing peeped out among some cotton-grass.Holmes wanted to see what was going on, but he sank down to his waist in the mire, and if we hadn't pulled him out in time, he might have died in this way for the cause.In one hand he carried a shoe with "Miles Toronto" stamped on it.

Holmes said: "The adventure is worth it. Isn't this the shoe that Sir Henry lost?"

"It must have been thrown here by Staplet."

"He didn't throw the shoe away when he let the hound go after Sir Henry. He didn't throw it away until he knew his trick had been caught. That shows he's been safer before he came here." Yes." This is just our imagination, because there are no footprints left in the swamp, and the mud that rises up quickly buries the footprints.At last the last stretch of muddy path was passed, and when we came to solid ground we began to look for footprints, but found no trace.If the earth had not deceived us, Staplet must not have come here, and was taken away in the foul mud, and the vicious fellow was buried in this way.

We arrived at the mysterious island and found many traces left by him.A large steering wheel and a large pit half filled with garbage, this is an abandoned mine.There are still some remnants of collapsed miners' houses beside them. The workers undoubtedly fled because they couldn't bear the stench of the quagmire.In one hut there were some animal bones, and a skeleton with brown hair stuck to it lay across the ruins of the wall.

"A dog," cried Holmes, "that is Mortimer's terrier. He will never see him again. Well, now I don't believe there is anything we haven't done yet." Clear secret. He hid the dog here, but the dog stayed here all day alone, and it was inevitable that it would make some ugly howls. In times of need, he could keep the hound in the shed outside Meliser's house. but it was more dangerous, and he would do it only when he had everything ready, and he had to. There was some powder in a little box, and that was the glow on the dog's head. His use of these was an attempt to exploit the suspicions of men, and it was in this way that he frightened Sir Childs to death. No wonder the poor ghostly fugitive, as soon as he saw such a beast in the dark of the moor scuttled up from behind, would run and yelp like our friends, and perhaps we ourselves. It was a cunning plot indeed, and it would be as good as his A personal target, and the peasants dare not investigate it. The monster has been seen many times before and after it happened, but who dares to investigate? Watson, this is indeed one of the characters we are hunting. The most dangerous one." Holmes looked out dreamily.season finale
It was towards the end of November, and Holmes and I were sitting in the drawing-room of our lodgings in Baker Street, on a colder night, by a roaring fire.

After our mysterious case was completed, Holmes solved the case of Colonel Appou, which concerned his involvement in the card-fraud of the Peerless Club.He also acquitted Madame de Montbonche of murdering Mademoiselle Calle, the daughter of her husband's first wife, who entered the hallowed hall of the wedding six months afterward.Holmes had been basking in the joy of succeeding in succession in a succession of difficult but important cases.That is why I was able to induce him into the details of the Baskerville case, which I was always looking for an opportunity of explaining, since several cases could not be mixed together, which would distract him from his concentration.Sir Henry and Dr. Mortimer were preparing for a long journey, by which they hoped to restore his terrified body and mind.Just that afternoon, they were passing by and dropped by to pay us a visit.Therefore, it is natural to talk about this topic.

"The whole course of events," said Holmes, "from the point of view of the man who called himself Staplet, is relatively simple and clear. Although at first we could not ascertain the motives of his actions, and we could only know a little about the facts, So it made the whole case a bit complicated. Afterwards, I had several conversations with Mrs. Staplet, and now the case is all cleared up, and I have put a summary of the matter in the B letter of my case statistics sheet. in the bar."

"Would you like to speak to us about this case?"

"Of course, but I can't guarantee everything, because now I have handled several cases, it is impossible to recall all the previous things. It is like a lawyer who can argue with an expert on the issues of this case when he is handling a case. , but will forget it all within a week or two after the court proceedings, so that most of the space in my brain has been replaced by new things, and Miss Calle's business has made me a little vague about the Baskerville Park case. Perhaps Substituting for the pretty English girl and the notorious Abou, later events. But I will try to recall to you this Baskerville estate. If you find anything I have forgotten, please do so.

"My judgment is correct. This guy is indeed a descendant of Baskerville. He is the younger brother of Sir Charles, the son of Roger Baskerville. Roger has always been a looser man. After he fled to South America , got married and gave birth to 'Staplet'. When Staplet grew up, he married a Costa Rican lady, who is now 'Miss Staplet'. At work, he After stealing a large sum of public funds, he fled to England and set up a private primary school here. Finally, several children died of an infectious disease in this primary school, which made the school unable to continue, so the couple Changing his name to Staplet, he took all his possessions and moved to the south of England. He was an expert in entomology, and was an authority on the subject, and he was the first to discover a new species of moth, which later The species of moth is named after 'Vandelle'.

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