"Exactly. My body has remained in this armchair and has, I regret
to observe, consumed in my absence two large pots of coffee and
an incredible amount of tobacco. After you left I sent down to
Stamford's for the Ordnance map of this portion of the moor, and
my spirit has hovered over it all day. I flatter myself that I
could find my way about."

"A large-scale map, I presume?"

"Very large."

He unrolled one section and held it over his knee. "Here you
have the particular district which concerns us. That is
Baskerville Hall in the middle."

"With a wood round it?"

"Exactly. I fancy the yew alley, though not marked under that
name, must stretch along this line, with the moor, as you perceive,
upon the right of it. This small clump of buildings here is the
hamlet of Grimpen, where our friend Dr. Mortimer has his headquarters.
Within a radius of five miles there are, as you see, only a very
few scattered dwellings. Here is Lafter Hall, which was mentioned
in the narrative. There is a house indicated here which may be
the residence of the naturalist--Stapleton, if I remember right,
was his name. Here are two moorland farmhouses, High Tor and
Foulmire. Then fourteen miles away the great convict prison of
Princetown. Between and around these scattered points extends the
desolate, lifeless moor. This, then, is the stage upon which