figure to the ground, worrying at its throat. But the next instant,
Holmes had emptied five barrels of his revolver into the creature's
flank. With a last howl of agony & a vicious snap in the air, it
rolled upon its back and fell limp upon its side. I pressed my
pistol to the dreadful, shimmering head, but the hound was dead.
Its victim lay insensible. We tore away the clothes at the neck,
and breathed a sigh of gratitude when we saw that there was no sign
of a wound, and that the rescue had been in time. The eyelids 
shivered, and there was a feeble attempt to move. Lestrade thrust 
his brandy-flask forward and two frightened eyes looked up. 
The  creature itself was not pure bloodhound & not pure mastiff; but
a  combination of the two - gaunt, savage & as large as a small 
lioness. Even now, in the stillness of death, the huge jaws seemed 
