I'm Hugh Bonneville and welcome to the Hound of the Baskervilles Part 9.

Last time, Holmes began to set his trap for Stapleton, with Sir Henry Baskerville as the bait.

As night fell, the great detective camped out on the foggy moors with Watson and Lestrade in tow.

But as the brave baronet approached their position, they found themselves face to face with the

mythical beast that had struck fear into generations of the Basqueville family.

From the Noisor podcast network, this is the final part of the Hound of the Baskervilles.

With long bounds, the huge black creature was leaping down the track,

following hard upon the footsteps of our friend.

So paralysed were we by the apparition that we allowed him to pass before we had recovered our nerve.

Then Holmes and I both fired together, and the creature gave a hideous howl, which showed

that one at least had hit him.

He did not pause, however, but bounded onward.

Far away on the path, we saw Sir Henry looking back, his face white in the moonlight, his

hands raised in horror, glaring helplessly at the

frightful thing which was hunting him down.

But that cry of pain from the hound had blown all our fears to the winds.

If he was vulnerable, he was mortal.

And if we could wound him, we could kill him. Never have I seen a man run as Holmes ran that night.

I am reckoned fleet of foot, but he outpaced me as much as I outpaced the little professional.

In front of us, as we flew up the track, we heard scream after scream from Sir Henry and the deep roar of the hound.

I was in time to see the beast spring upon its victim,

hurl him to the ground and worry at his throat.

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