THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES - 12

by Arthur Conan Doyle in English Fiction Stories

Chapter 12 Death on the Moor For a moment or two I sat breathless, hardly able to believe my ears. Then my senses and my voice came back to me, while a crushing weight of responsibility seemed in an ...Read Moreto be lifted from my soul. That cold, incisive, ironical voice could be-long to but one man in all the world. "Holmes!" I cried—"Holmes!" "Come out," said he, "and please be careful with the revolver." I stooped under the rude lintel, and there he sat upon a stone outside, his gray eyes dancing with amusement as they fell upon my Read Less