Justice Served.

I finished watching The Hound of the Baskervilles tonight. Not much to report, I’m afraid. Miss Stapleton said ‘Oh, Henry’ rather soppily to Henry, Doctor Watson pointed a gun at the weirdo and declaimed ‘Have a care. This thing is loaded!’ and Sherlock shouted ‘Over there! We’ll head him off!’ but omitted to say whether or not it would be at the pass. Meanwhile, a stunt man wrestled the dog while an actor waved an indeterminate piece of woolly stuff (with ears) around, before collapsing from the shock of having streaks of mascara applied to his face. And then they all lived happily ever after. Apart, that is, from Stapleton, who was a bounder and didn’t deserve to. The End.