The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1902-08-03

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This is a man that would stick at noun
| ing.
~, '' is seIden. the Noting Hill muir
| dcrer.' au for II was
one in which Holmes had taken an m
terest on account of the pecuilar 1eroc!.N
of the crime and the wanton bfutaiitS
ut7icl, had marked all the actions OF the
assassin. The Communication Of his deatn
sentence had been due to some d.:lpIs
as 10 his complete sanity. so atrocious
was his conduct. Our wagonette had
topped q rise and in front of US rose the
huge expanse Of the lnooT. notified win
snarled and craggy cairns and tors. a
cold wind swept down from 1t ana sci
us shivering. Somewhere there, on that
desolate pain, was lurking the heiiu il:,l
man, hiding in a burrow like a WIG
beast his heart full of mallgnancN
against the whole race which had cast
him ont. It needed but this to complete
the grim suggestiveness CT the parrea
waste the chilling wind. and the oarh-
ling sky Even Baskerville fell silent
and pulled his overcoat more closely
around him.
We had left the fertile country behltld
and beneath us. We looked back on II no"
the slanting rays of low sun turning
Tho streams to threads of gold and gicW-
ing on the red earth new turned ny 'He
olourh and the broad tangle Of the Wool
lands. The road in front OF US grew
hlesjier and wilder over huge rnsset anu
olive slopes. sprinkled with giant psnio-
ers Now and then we passed a moor
land cottage. walled and rooleo VIA
stone with no creeper to break us ial 81
outline Suddenly we looked down iii.9'
a crp-like depression. patched with stunt
ed oaks and frs. which had been twisted
and bent by the fury of years of storm.
Two high narrow towers rose over the
trees The driver pointed with his whip.
Baskerville Hail. said he.
It's master had risen and was staring
with flushed cheeks and shining eyes.
A few minutes later we had reached me
ledge gate n maze of fantastic tracerE
u, Wrought iron. with weather bitten pill
lars on either side blotched with lichens,
and sIlr1nounted by the boars' heads OF
the RaslSeryfIles The lodge was q ruin Of
black granite and barred ribs of rafters
but facing it was a new building, half con-
structed the first fruit of Sir Charles
South African gold
Through the gateway we passed into
a.
hUshed amid the leaves. and the old trees
sbct their branches in a. sombre tunnel
over cur heads Baskerville shu6dered as
he looked up the long, dark drive TO
where the house glimmered like a ghost
at the farther end.
WAS it here?" he asked. in a low voice.
NO. no. the Yew Alley is on the ether
side"
The young heir glanced round with a
gloomy face.
It's no wonder my uncle felt as if
trouble were coming on him il such
a place as this" said he. Its enough
to scare any man. I'll have row Of
electric lamps up here inside OF SIX
months, and you won't know it again.
with a thousand candle-power Swan and
Fd;son right here in front OF the hall
door
The avenue opened into a broad expanse
of turf and the house lay before US. in
ter was a heavy block OF building from
which a porch projected. The whole front
wa< draped in ivy, with a patch clipped
bare here and there where a window or a
coat. of-arrlls broke through the dark veil,
From this central block rose the twin
towers. ancient crenelated and pierced
with many loopholes. To right and left
OF the turrets We're more modern wings
Of black granite A dull light shone
through heavy mullioned windows and
from the high chimneys which rose from
the steep. Unchanged roof there sprang
a single black column OF smoke
.sWelcome. Sir Henry WELCOME, to.
baskerville Halt"
A tall man had stepped from the shadow
Of the porch to open the door of the