And it shone upon something else which turned our hearts sick and faint within us--the body of Sir Henry Baskerville! There was no chance of either of us forgetting that peculiar ruddy tweed suit--the very one which he had worn on the first morning that we had seen him in Baker Street.

We caught the one clear glimpse of it, and then the match flickered and went out, even as the hope had gone out of our souls.

Holmes groaned, and his face glimmered white through the darkness.
"The brute! The brute!" I cried with clenched hands.

"Oh Holmes, I shall never forgive myself for having left him to his fate." "I am more to blame than you, Watson.

In order to have my case well rounded and complete, I have thrown away the life of my client.