A country doctor arrives at Baker Street with a legend and a corpse: a Devon baronet dead on the moor, his face frozen in terror, and near the body the footprints of a gigantic hound. Holmes sends Watson ahead to the fog-bound Hall to guard the last heir while he works unseen, and the novel threads a supernatural dread through the coldest rational mind in fiction — every howl on the moor daring you to name a natural cause. The story that raised Sherlock Holmes from the dead, and still the finest of his cases: a ghost story built to make a skeptic sweat.