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The Hound of the Baskervilles
Arthur Conan Doyle, 1902
- Form
- Form Novel
- Difficulty
- Difficulty Accessible
- Reading time
- Reading time 4.5 hours
- Chapters
- Chapters 15
- Length
- Length 59k words
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Mr. Holmes, they were the footprints of a gigantic hound!
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About the book
Somewhere out on Dartmoor a hound is howling, and Sir Charles Baskerville is found dead in his own garden, face locked in terror, a single footprint pressed into the mud beside him, too large to belong to any dog that ever lived. The document that lands the case on Sherlock Holmes's desk is an eighteenth-century manuscript: a family curse, a spectral beast loosed on every Baskerville since an ancestor chased a servant girl across the moor and paid for it with his soul. Holmes sends Watson ahead to guard the new heir and vanishes from his own story, or seems to, while fog rolls in over Grimpen Mire, thick enough to swallow a pony whole and hide whatever Doyle wants hidden in it. He hands his most rational detective a case that refuses, for chapter after chapter, to behave rationally, and lets you feel exactly what Watson feels alone on the moor after dark, that the old stories might be true and something is out there. For once, on this book's own ground, reason is not sure it will win.