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 wife is waiting for me at home.'
'I hope you will come to dinner very soon,' said Sir Henry.
'I will,' said Dr Mortimer. 'And if you ever need me, send for me at any time-day or night.' Then Dr Mortimer node away in the carriage.
A man with a thick black 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 a 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 days.'
'Very good, sir,' said Barrymore. He took out cases into the house.
I looked carefully at Battymore. Was he the man with a black beard who followed Sir Henry in London? I was not sure.