Wednesday, 26th September

Holmes was still in his dressing-gown at ten o'clock, when Dr. Mortimer
arrived with Sir Henry Baskerville, a small, alert, dark-eyed man,
about thirty years of age, very sturdily built. He wore a ruddy-tinted
tweed suit, and had the appearance of one who has spent most of his time
in the open air, and yet there was something in his steady eye and
the quiet assurance of his bearing which indicated the gentleman.
He flattered Holmes by saying that he had heard of his reputation already.
He had brought a little puzzle of his own, that he had had this morning,
though he thought it might be only a joke. It was an envelope addressed
to Sir Henry at the Northumberland Hotel. No one could have known he
was staying there because he had not decided to do so until after he met
