It must be our first duty to see her--both of us--tomorrow.

Don't you think, Watson, that you are away from your charge rather long?
Your place should be at Baskerville Hall." The last red streaks had faded away in the west and night had settled upon the moor.

A few faint stars were gleaming in a violet sky.
"One last question, Holmes," I said as I rose.

"Surely there is no need of secrecy between you and me.

What is the meaning of it all?
What is he after ?" Holmes's voice sank as he answered: "It is murder, Watson--refined, cold-blooded, deliberate murder.