About this story
The heir arrives from Canada into a family legend that says the moor collects Baskervilles, and Holmes — too busy to leave London — sends his eyes instead. Doyle's most atmospheric case: fog, a lit window, something crying on the Grimpen Mire. You are Watson, working alone and further from Baker Street than you have ever been.
Who you’ll meet
Holmes on the moor and the hound itself.
How it opens
Morning rain had washed Baker Street to the colour of old pewter.
A stout walking stick leaned against the hearth where a visitor had forgotten it.
Our caller left you a witness, Doctor.
Let me hear what it tells you before I look.
Choose
He is an elderly country physician.
He has earned the affection of friends.
The stick belongs to a hospital man.