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.
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