I don't know about you, but I have a hard time stopping at the end of a chapter to write a review. I want to keep reading and reading. Would anyone object to my posting a bit oftener than 3 times a week?
So this is the chapter with the creepy and tragic death of a moor pony. (Insert sad shivers here.) Coming on the heels of the mysterious nocturnal sobbing at Baskerville Hall as it does, I would not blame Watson if he started getting considerably more creeped out than he's letting on.
Completely unrelated, but wow, Watson is in great shape! Did you catch that spot where he said, "It was a pleasant walk of four miles" (p. 620) to get to town from Baskerville Hall? Four miles! A pleasant walk! I used to walk two miles a day, and that plumb wore me out. And then he obviously walks four miles back too. Sturdy man, Dr. Watson.
Anyway, we now meet up with Stapleton, the eccentric naturalist. Isn't he an odd duck? Bounding around in the mire, fussing over Watson talking to his sister Beryl, and trying to pump Watson for information about Holmes and his investigation and such.
Holmes himself had said that no more complex case had come to him in all the long series of his sensational investigations (p. 620).
"...ever since I have been here I have been conscious of shadows all round me. Life has become like that great Grimpen Mire, with little green patches everywhere into which one may sink and with no guide to point the track" (p. 627).
Possible Discussion Question: What do you make of Watson's take on Sir Henry's personality at the end of the chapter, that he is drawn to this place because it is dangerous?