Hound of the Baskervilles

Arthur Conan Doyle

Chapters XII–XIII

Quotes Chapters XII–XIII
That cold, incisive, ironical voice could belong to but one man in all the world.
“Then my reports have all been wasted!” My voice trembled as I recalled the pains and the pride with which I had composed them.
I was still rather raw over the deception which had been practised upon me, but the warmth of Holmes’s praise drove my anger from my mind.