The Hound of the Baskervilles

‘… when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’

“I guess it is ourselves and not the house that we have to blame!”

“You don’t mind my driving straight home, Sir Henry?” said Dr. Mortimer. “My wife is expecting me.”

“Surely you will stay and have some dinner?”

“No, I must go.

“Well, I understand that they get five pounds if they can give information.”

“Yes, sir, but the chance of five pounds is but a poor thing compared to the chance of having your throat cut.

To his eyes all seemed beautiful, but to me a tinge of melancholy lay upon the countryside

avoid the moor in those hours of darkness when the powers of evil are exalted.”

“Snap goes our third thread, and we end where we began,”

without more ado you would kindly tell me plainly what the exact nature of the problem is in which you demand my assistance.”

Then had you not better consult him?”

the antennae of an insect.