Resisting Stapleton's offer of hospitality, Holmes and I set off to Baskerville Hall, leaving the naturalist to return alone. Looking back we saw the figure moving slowly away over the broad moor, and behind him that one black smudge on the silvered slope which showed where the man was lying who had come so horribly to his end.
Stapleton zapraszał nas do siebie, ale wymówiliśmy się i obaj podążyliśmy do Baskerville-Hall.