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mer,IwouldlikeyoutobringSirHenryBaskervillehere.’DrMortimergotupfromhischair.Ashewasleavingtheroom,Holmessaid:‘Onemorequestion,DrMortimer.YousaidthatbeforeSirCharles’deathseveralpeoplesawthisstrangecreatureonthemoor?’‘Threepeopledid,’saidMortimer.‘Didanyoneseeitafterthedeath?’‘Ihaven'theardofanyone.’‘Thankyou,DrMortimer.Goodmorning.’AfterMortimerhadleftus,Holmessatdowninhischair.Helookedpleased.Healwayslookedpleasedwhenacaseinterest-edhim.othinkaboutallthathehadheard.Iwentoutfortheday,andcamebacktofindtheroomfullofthicksmokefromHolmes’pipe.‘Whatdoyouthinkofthiscase?’Iaskedhim.‘Itishardtosay.Take,forexample,thechangeinthefoot-prints.DidSirCharleswalkonhistoesdowntheAlley?Onlyastupidpersonislikelytobelievethat.Thetruthishewasrun-ning—runningforhislife.Heranuntilhisheartstoppedandhefelldead.’