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  1. Mr. Holmes, they were the footprints of a gigantic hound! The Hound of the Baskervilles is the third and perhaps most famous Sherlock Holmes novel by Arthur Conan Doyle, published in 1902. The great detective is called on to investigate the death of Sir Charles Baskerville, which his doctor attributes to a legendary family curse connected to an ...

  2. Season 1 of The Hound of the Baskervilles premiered on October 3, 1982. Episode 4 (1x4, October 24, 1982) Season Finale. View All Seasons. Social. Reviews 0; Discussions 0; We don't have any reviews for The Hound of the Baskervilles. Media ... On TV season pages.

  3. The Hound of the Baskervilles. Available on Plex. A fiendish evil lurks beneath the mist-shrouded cliffs of England's fabled moors. In the form of a hellish hound, it feeds upon the trembling flesh of the heirs of Baskerville Hall. But before this savage beast can sink its teeth into the newest lord of the manor, it must pit its vicious fangs ...

  4. The Hound of the Baskervilles. The Hound of the Baskervilles (episode No. 26) is the 2nd TV movie of the Granada series: Sherlock Holmes, starring Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes and Edward Hardwicke as Dr. Watson, aired on ITV on 31 august 1988. 101 min. . The episode is an adaptation of Arthur Conan Doyle's novel : The Hound of the Baskervilles (1901-1902).

  5. 2 Okt 1982 · Hound of the Baskervilles - Apple TV. Available on BritBox, Prime Video, iTunes. Who can rid the Baskervilles of their dreaded family curse? Elementary, my dear Watson: Sherlock Holmes, of course! Filmed on location on Dartmoor, Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson are hot on the trail of the legendary hound from hell. Horror 1982.

  6. The Hound of the Baskervilles. The classic Sherlock Holmes mystery about a huge hound haunting the moors, threatening the heir to Baskerville Hall. Basil Rathbone, Richard Greene. Beryl: Wendy ...

  7. 27 Jun 2021 · With a last howl of agony and a vicious snap in the air, it rolled upon its back, four feet pawing furiously, and then fell limp upon its side. I stooped, panting, and pressed my pistol to the dreadful, shimmering head, but it was useless to press the trigger. The giant hound was dead.