We can safely call The Hound of the Baskervilles the most famous detective story of all time . The super-intelligent detective Sherlock Holmes and his assistant Dr. Watson put their teeth firmly into the mysterious death of Sir Charles Baskerville. Residents of the dark and swampy Dartmoor are convinced that Sir Charles was the victim of the ancient curse of the Baskervilles. In the seventeenth century a devil that had adopted the shape of a bloodhound devoured the throat of one of the ancestors of the family. After the death of Sir Charles is also feared for the life of the last heir, the young Sir Henry. Are the devil and the hellhound really on the road again? Or has the biologist Stapleton, a distant relative of the Baskervilles that preys on the legacy, something to do with the murder? The strange man has in any case a huge, loud crying bloodhound ...
This book was a delightful little read- I was glad to be able to predict some of the major plot-twists, but some were still left a surprise; lovely writing style and Watson can be seen as both fairly intelligent but normal enough to be relatable. Very satisfying story, but what more would one expect from Arthur Conan Doyle?