Sir Henry lay unconscious where he had fallen.Quickly we opened the neck of his shirt.Holmes had fired just in time,and the hound’s teeth had not reached our friend’s throat.Already his eyes were beginning to open and he looked up at us.
‘My God,’he whispered.’What was it?What in heaven’s name was it?’
‘It’s dead,UGG Ultra Tall,whatever it was,’said Holmes.’We’ve killed the family ghost for ever.’
The creature that lay before us was as large as a small lion.Its mouth and teeth were huge.They shone with blue flames.There were rings of blue fire round its cruel eyes,UGG Tall Boots,too.I touched the hound’s burning coat.When I held up my hand,UGG Tasmina,it,too,seemed to be on fire.
‘Phosphorus,’I said,’That is why the hound appears
