Another Adventure of Sherlock Holmes

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作者

Arthur Conan Doyle

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2026年02月26日 10:19

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Arthur Conan Doyle
4 小时 16 分钟
11 章
~160 页

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Another Adventure of Sherlock Holmes

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The Hound of the Baskervilles is one of the most celebrated detective novels ever written, following Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson as they investigate a centuries-old curse plaguing the Baskerville family on the desolate moors of Dartmoor, Devon. The story begins when Dr. James Mortimer visits Holmes at 221B Baker Street with a disturbing tale. Sir Charles Baskerville, the wealthy lord of Baskerville Hall, has been found dead under mysterious circumstances near the yew alley of his estate. While the official cause of death is heart failure, Mortimer reveals a chilling detail he withheld from the inquest: beside Sir Charles's body lay the footprints of a gigantic hound. This discovery takes on sinister significance in light of an old family manuscript describing a curse placed upon the Baskervilles since the time of the wicked Hugo Baskerville, who was supposedly torn apart by a demonic hound on the moor in 1742. With Sir Henry Baskerville, the last surviving heir, arriving from Canada to claim his inheritance, Holmes takes on the case. Strange events immediately unfold in London — a warning letter assembled from newspaper clippings, a stolen boot, and a mysterious bearded man following Sir Henry in a cab. Unable to leave London due to other cases, Holmes dispatches Watson to Dartmoor as Sir Henry's protector and his own eyes and ears. At Baskerville Hall, Watson encounters a web of suspicious characters and eerie occurrences. The butler Barrymore and his wife are caught signaling someone on the moor at night — revealed to be Mrs. Barrymore's brother, the escaped convict Selden. The naturalist Jack Stapleton and his beautiful sister Beryl live nearby at Merripit House, and Beryl urgently warns Watson to leave the moor immediately. Stapleton reacts with inexplicable fury when Sir Henry courts his sister. Meanwhile, the eccentric Mr. Frankland watches the moor through his telescope, and the haunting cry of a hound echoes across the bog at night. Watson discovers a mysterious figure living secretly among the ancient stone huts on the tor — who turns out to be Holmes himself, conducting his own covert investigation. Holmes has uncovered the truth: Stapleton is actually a Baskerville, a distant relative and secret heir who stands to inherit the estate if Sir Henry dies. His 'sister' Beryl is actually his wife, whom he uses as bait. Stapleton has acquired an enormous hound, painted it with phosphorus to give it a spectral glow, and used it to literally frighten Sir Charles to death. In a climactic confrontation, Holmes, Watson, and Inspector Lestrade lie in wait as Stapleton releases the monstrous hound upon Sir Henry after a dinner at Merripit House. The beast — enormous, fire-breathing in appearance, and terrifying — attacks Sir Henry on the foggy moor. Holmes and Watson shoot the creature dead just in time. Stapleton flees into the great Grimpen Mire and is swallowed by its treacherous depths, never to be seen again. Beryl Stapleton is rescued, Sir Henry recovers during a restorative voyage around the world, and Holmes elegantly ties together every thread of the mystery back at Baker Street.

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Chapter 1. Mr. Sherlock Holmes

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. I stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before. It was a fine, thick piece of wood, bulbous-headed, of the sort which is known as a “Penang lawyer.” Just under the head was a broad silver band nearly an inch across. “To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the C.C.H.,” was engraved upon it, with the date “1884.” It was just such a stick as the old-fashioned family practitioner used to carry—dignified, solid, and reassuring.

“Well, Watson, what do you make of it?”

Holmes was sitting with his back to me, and I had given him no sign of my occupation.

“How did you know what I was doing? I believe you have eyes in the back of your head.”

“I have, at least, a well-polished, silver-plated coffee-pot in front of me,” said he. “But, tell me, Watson, what do you make of our visitor’s stick? Since we have been so unfortunate as to miss him and have no notion of his errand, this accidental souvenir becomes of importance. Let me hear you reconstruct the man by an examination of it.”

“I think,” said I, following as far as I could the methods of my companion, “that Dr. Mortimer is a successful, elderly medical man, well-esteemed since those who know him give him this mark of their appreciation.”

“Good!” said Holmes. “Excellent!”

“I think also that the probability is in favour of his being a country practitioner who does a great deal of his visiting on foot.”

“Why so?”

“Because this stick, though originally a very handsome one has been so knocked about that I can hardly imagine a town practitioner carrying it. The thick-iron ferrule is worn down, so it is evident that he has done a great amount of walking with it.”

“Perfectly sound!” said Holmes.

“And then again, there is the ‘friends of the C.C.H.’ I should guess that to be the Something Hunt, the local hunt to whose members he has possibly given some surgical assistance, and which has made him a small presentation in return.”

“Really, Watson, you excel yourself,” said Holmes, pushing back his chair and lighting a cigarette. “I am bound to say that in all the accounts which you have been so good as to give of my own small achievements...

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