To right and left of the turrets were more modern wings of black granite.

A dull light shone through heavy mullioned windows, and from the high chimneys which rose from the steep, high-angled roof there sprang a single black column of smoke.
"Welcome, Sir Henry! Welcome to Baskerville Hall!" A tall man had stepped from the shadow of the porch to open the door of the wagonette.

The figure of a woman was silhouetted against the yellow light of the hall.

She came out and helped the man to hand down our bags.
"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.