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38 th i r ty - e i ght Baskervilles, are you, Sir Henry?” laughed Stapleton. “There is no hound. But come at six, it doesn’t get really dark until seven.” F “Did you notice Stapleton’s hands?” Holmes asked on their way to the station. “Yes, I did. There was a white powder on them. Stapleton is a scientist. The powder is probably from an experiment.” “Hmmm…” said Holmes. “Very strange.” G At six o’clock Sir Henry rang the doorbell at the Stapletons’, but no one answered. Then he saw his neighbour at an upstairs window. “Hello! …” said Sir Henry. “It’s getting dark out here. Let me in.” Suddenly there was a terrible sound. It was like the bark of a dog, a very big dog. It came across the moor. It was getting nearer. “The Hound of the Baskervilles is coming to get you, cousin!” laughed Stapleton. “Help, help!” shouted Sir Henry. “Wait a minute, I’m not your cousin …” “Oh yes, you are!” said Stapleton. “You thought Sir Rodger Baskerville didn’t have any children, but he had me! So you’re not the only heir to Baskerville Hall.” “That isn’t a problem,” said Sir Henry. “We can share it. Just let me in!” E When they got back to Baskerville Hall, a visitor was waiting for Sir Henry. He had fair hair and grey eyes and he wore a white coat, like a scientist. “Hello, Sir Henry!” the man said. “My name is Stapleton. We’re neighbours.” “We heard a terrible noise when we were walking on the moor, Mr Stapleton,” said Holmes. “Do you know what it was?” “Stupid people believe it’s a big dog. They say it glows in the dark,” laughed Stapleton. Holmes went over to a painting of a man next to the window. “Who’s this?” he asked. “It’s my other uncle. His name was Rodger Baskerville,” said Sir Henry. “He died in South America. He had no children.” “Hmm,” said Holmes to himself. “Fair hair, grey eyes …” “My sister and I would like to invite you all to dinner tonight,” said Stapleton. “Thank you, Mr Stapleton,” said Holmes. “But DrWatson and I must go to the station right away.” “But Holmes, we’ve only just …” “Right now, Watson. Please call a taxi.” “Thanks for the invitation, Mr Stapleton,” said Sir Henry. “But I won’t walk on the moor when it’s dark.” “You aren’t afraid of the Hound of the 65 70 75 80 85 90 95 100 105 110 115 120 2 Check-in Language Talkwise Text Wordwise Check-out Nur zu Prüfzwecken – Eigentum des Verlags öbv