Without doubt one of the most thrilling and atmospheric adventures of everybody’s favourite consulting detective, a glorious blend of goth pseudo supernatural and definitive Holmesian deductive scene stealing, The Hound of the Baskervilles exists very much in a realm of its own.

The novel, the third of four featuring Holmes, was the first tale to be published after Doyle threw his most notable creation off a waterfall, and its considerable commercial success was really the catalyst for Holmes’ triumphal return to life. With more plots than Varney the Vampire (actually five in all, including red herrings…so we’re exaggerating, because everyone knows Varney has about 750), it seems very much a harking back to the Victorian style of creeper, very Le Fanu or Wilkie Collins, with its diary entries, and letters, unearthed manuscript and doom laden portents uttered by gloomy locals staring out of windows overlooking marsh land. It’s glorious and deeply enjoyable, and pretty scarce in this bright, sublime condition. Easily the best copy we have ever handled.