On Saturday morning, Sherlock Holmes came with me to Paddington station.
This is a dangerous business, Watson, he said. Stay near sir Henry. Do not let him walk on the moor alone at night.
Don't worry, Holmes I said I have brought my army revolver.
Good said Holmes write to me every day. Tell me what you see and hear. Tell me all the facts-everything.
I said goodbye to Sherlock Holmes and met Sir Henry Baskerville and Dr mortimer at the station. The train journey to Devon took three houses.
We looked out of the windows at the green countryside changed. At last, we reached Dartmoor. Then the country said changed from green to grey and we saw broken hills of black rock.
We got off the train at the small station in Grimpen Village. A driver was waiting with a carriage and horses to take us to Baskerville Hall.
As we rode along the narrow country road, I saw a soldier on a horse. The soldier was carrying a gun and was watching the road.
I spoke to the driver. Why is that soldier guarding the road? Is there some trouble?
Yes, sir the driver rellplied. A prisoner has escaped from Dartmoor prison. He's a very dangerous man. His name is Selden. He is a dangerous murderer.
I looked acroos the empty moor. A cold wind blew and mend me shiver. Holmes believed that someone wanted to murder sir Henry Baskerville.
Now, another murderer was out on the moor. I felt that this lonely place was very dangerous. I wanted to go back to London.
There were thick trees all round Baskerville Hall. It looked like a castle. It stood alone on the empty moor.
We stopped outside Baskerville Hall. I must leave you here said Dr Mortimer. I have a lot of work to do. And my I hope you will come to dinner very soon said sir Henry.
I will said Dr Mortimer. And if you ever Ned me send for me at any time-day or night. Then Dr Mortimer rode away in the carriage.
A man with a thick beard and a pale face came out of the house. He greeted Sir Henry.
Welcome to Baskerville Hall sir I am Barrymore. I have been s servant here for many years. My wife and i have prepared the house for you. Shall I show you around the house.
Yes please, Barrymore said Sir Henry. This is Dr.Watson. He will be my guest for a grew days.
Very good sir said Barrymore. He took our cases into the house.
I looked carefully at Barrymore. Was he the man with a black beard who had followed Sir Henry in London? I was not sure.
Mr. and Mrs. Barrymore had looked after the house well everything was in order. But the house was a cold and lonely place. There was trouble here. That night I wrote a letter to Sherlock Holmes. I told him all that I had seen and heard while I. was I was writing, I heard a sound-a woman crying. The only woman in the house was Mrs. Barrymore. I wondered he she was so unhappy