If I have set it down it is because that which is clearly known hath less terror than that which is but hinted at and guessed.

Nor can it be denied that many of the family have been unhappy in their deaths, which have been sudden, bloody, and mysterious.

Yet may we shelter ourselves in the infinite goodness of Providence, which would not forever punish the innocent beyond that third or fourth generation which is threatened in Holy Writ.

To that Providence, my sons, I hereby commend you, and I counsel you by way of caution to forbear from crossing the moor in those dark hours when the powers of evil are exalted.
"[This from Hugo Baskerville to his sons Rodger and John, with instructions that they say nothing thereof to their sister Elizabeth.]" When Dr.Mortimer had finished reading this singular narrative he pushed his spectacles up on his forehead and stared across at Mr.Sherlock Holmes.

The latter yawned and tossed the end of his cigarette into the fire.
"Well ?" said he.
"Do you not find it interesting ?" "To a collector of fairy tales." Dr.Mortimer drew a folded newspaper out of his pocket.
"Now, Mr.Holmes, we will give you something a little more recent.