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(Watson: We gave chase, and even as the form of the Hound came into view, Holmes and I fired together, and the creature gave a hideous howl. It did not pause, however, but bounded onwards towards Sir Henry. Never have I seen a man run as Holmes ran that night. But the next instant, Holmes had emptied five barrels of his revolver into the creature's flank. With a final howl, the giant Hound lay dead.

We returned to Merripit House to find Stapleton gone and Beryl bound and gagged in the attic. As she sheltered in Sir Henry's arms, she told of Stapleton's flight into the Grimpen mire, which due to the heavy fog, must surely have spelled his doom.

The case was closed.)