? ? ? ? "This is Sir Henry Baskerville," said Dr. Mortimer.
? ? ? ? "Why, yes," said he, "and the strange thing is, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, that if my friend here had not proposed coming round to you this morning I should have come on my own account. I understand that you think out little puzzles, and I've had one this morning which wants more thinking out than I am able to give it."
? ? ? ? "Pray take a seat, Sir Henry. Do I understand you to say that you have yourself had some remarkable experience since you arrived in London?"
? ? ? ? "Nothing of much importance, Mr. Holmes. Only a joke, as like as not. It was this letter, if you can call it a letter, which reached me this morning."
? ? ? ? He laid an envelope upon the table, and we all bent over it. It was of common quality, grayish in colour. The address, "Sir Henry Baskerville, Northumberland Hotel," was printed in rough characters; the post-mark "Charing Cross," and the date of posting the preceding evening.
? ? ? ? "Who knew that you were going to the Northumberland Hotel?" asked Holmes, glancing keenly across at our visitor.
? ? ? ? "No one could have known. We only decided after I met Dr. Mortimer."
? ? ? ? "But Dr.
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