I luoghi dei libri di Arthur Conan Doyle

In three years he was better off than his neighbours, in six he was well-to-do, in nine he was rich, and in twelve there were not half a dozen men in the whole of Salt Lake City who could compare with him.

We met next day as he had arranged, and inspected the rooms at No. 221B, Baker Street, of which he had spoken at our meeting.

There has been a bad business during the night at 3, Lauriston Gardens, off the Brixton Road. Our man on the beat saw a light there about two in the morning, and as the house was an empty one, suspected that something was amiss.

On the very day that I had come to this conclusion, I was standing at the Criterion Bar, when some one tapped me on the shoulder, and turning round I recognized young Stamford, who had been a dresser under me at Barts.

Is Briony Lodge, Serpentine Avenue, St. John’s Wood.

Well, I got the two dozen from a salesman in Covent Garden.

I started from home before six, reached Leatherhead at twenty past, and came in by the first train to Waterloo.

This small clump of buildings here is the hamlet of Grimpen, where our friend Dr. Mortimer has his headquarters.

In one hour and five minutes I meet him at Waterloo Station. I have had a wire that he arrived at Southampton this morning.

The address, “Sir Henry Baskerville, Northumberland Hotel,” was printed in rough characters; the post-mark “Charing Cross,” and the date of posting the preceding evening.

There’s a convict escaped from Princetown, sir. He’s been out three days now, and the warders watch every road and every station, but they’ve had no sight of him yet.