"There is no other claimant, I presume?"

"None. The only other kinsman whom we have been able to trace
was Rodger Baskerville, the youngest of three brothers of whom
poor Sir Charles was the elder. The second brother, who died
young, is the father of this lad Henry. The third, Rodger, was
the black sheep of the family. He came of the old masterful
Baskerville strain and was the very image, they tell me, of the
family picture of old Hugo. He made England too hot to hold him,
fled to Central America, and died there in 1876 of yellow fever.
Henry is the last of the Baskervilles. In one hour and five
minutes I meet him at Waterloo Station. I have had a wire that
he arrived at Southampton this morning. Now, Mr. Holmes, what
would you advise me to do with him?"

"Why should he not go to the home of his fathers?"

"It seems natural, does it not? And yet, consider that every
Baskerville who goes there meets with an evil fate. I feel sure
that if Sir Charles could have spoken with me before his death
he would have warned me against bringing this, the last of the
old race, and the heir to great wealth, to that deadly place.
And yet it cannot be denied that the prosperity of the whole
poor, bleak countryside depends upon his presence. All the good
work which has been done by Sir Charles will crash to the ground
if there is no tenant of the Hall. I fear lest I should be swayed
too much by my own obvious interest in the matter, and that is
why I bring the case before you and ask for your advice."

Holmes considered for a little time.