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0每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一桩迷雾荒原上的诅咒奇案，福尔摩斯如何识破幽灵猎犬背后的真凶。
Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson lived at 221B Baker Street in London
One autumn morning, a country doctor named Mortimer came to see them
He held an old, yellowed paper in his hands
"The Baskerville family," he said, "has been cursed for many, many years"
Long ago, a wild man named Hugo Baskerville chased a girl across the moor
He set his hounds after her
When his friends found him, he lay on the dark moor with his throat torn open
A huge black hound stood over him, with fire in its eyes
Since that night, the men of the Baskerville family died alone on the moor, one by one
Now the curse seemed to strike again
Sir Charles Baskerville was found dead on the Yew Alley outside the great house
His face was frozen in fear
Beside him in the muddy ground were the footprints of a huge hound
Doctor Mortimer was afraid for the next heir
He was a young man named Sir Henry, who had just come home from Canada
If the curse was real, he would be the next to die
Holmes didn't go to Devonshire at once
He sent Watson to go with Sir Henry to Baskerville Hall
"Write to me," he said, "and tell me everything that happens"
The old house was huge and cold
At night the wind blew in from the moor, like something roaring far away
On the moor, Watson met a naturalist named Stapleton and his sister
The sister was lovely, but she said one thing to Sir Henry that Watson never forgot
"Go back to London," she whispered
"Don't stay on the moor"
Sir Henry didn't listen
He was falling in love with the girl
Strange things followed
The housekeeper's wife crept out at night to bring food to a convict on the moor, her own brother
Watson saw a lone figure standing far off in the mist
Then came the terrible night
The convict was found dead, wearing Sir Henry's old clothes
Something huge had torn his throat
"It was the hound," people said
"The hound mistook him for Sir Henry"
Just when Watson was losing hope, he found a man hiding in a little stone hut on the moor
It was Holmes
He had been there all along
And Holmes told the whole truth
There was no curse at all
Stapleton, the quiet naturalist, was the real Baskerville
He had come to the moor in secret
He had spread the legend and bought a giant hound, and he painted it with phosphorus so that it glowed in the dark
First he scared Sir Charles to death, for Sir Charles had a weak heart
Now he meant to kill Sir Henry and take the whole estate
His so-called sister was really his wife, and he kept her locked up, beaten and bruised
That night, the fog rolled in over the moor
Stapleton laid a trap and sent Sir Henry walking home alone through the mist
The hound sprang out, glowing green, with a low growl rolling in its throat
Guns roared
Holmes, Watson, and Inspector Lestrade all fired at once
The giant hound fell into the mud and never rose again
Stapleton turned and ran toward the marsh, the mire that swallows men whole
The next morning, people found a line of footprints leading into the deep marsh, and then nothing
Sir Henry was very ill, and he was sent away to rest
When he came home, the fog had lifted
And the house was quiet at night again
The eyes in the dark never gleamed again
