Chapter 9 - Watson and Baskerville discover Barrymore making secret signals across the moor.

Chapter 9 - Watson and Baskerville discover Barrymore making secret signals across the moor.

"What are you doing here, Barrymore?"

"Nothing, sir." His agitation was so great that he could hardly speak, and the shadows sprang up and down from the shaking of his candle. "It was the window, sir. I go round at night to see that they are fastened."

"On the second floor?"

"Yes, sir, all the windows."

"Look here, Barrymore," said Sir Henry sternly, "we have made up our minds to have the truth out of you, so it will save you trouble to tell it sooner rather than later. Come, now! No lies! What were you doing at that window??'

The fellow looked at us in a helpless way, and he wrung his hands together like one who is in the last extremity of doubt and misery.

"I was doing no harm, sir. I was holding a candle to the window."

"And why were you holding a candle to the window?"

"Don't ask me, Sir Henry -- don't ask me! I give you my word, sir, that it is not my secret, and that I cannot tell it. If it concerned no one but myself I would not try to keep it from you."

A sudden idea occurred to me, and I took the candle from the trembling hand of the butler.

"He must have been holding it as a signal," said I. "Let us see if there is any answer." I held it as he had done, and stared out into the darkness of the night. Vaguely I could discern the black bank of the trees and the lighter expanse of the moor, for the moon was behind the clouds. And then I gave a cry of exultation, for a tiny pin-point of yellow light had suddenly transfixed the dark veil, and glowed steadily in the centre of the black square framed by the window.

"There it is!" I cried.

"No, no, sir, it is nothing -- nothing at all!" the butler broke in; "I assure you, sir --"

"Move your light across the window, Watson!" cried the baronet. "See, the other moves also! Now, you rascal, do you deny that it is a signal? Come, speak up! Who is your confederate out yonder, and what is this conspiracy that is going on?"

The man's face became openly defiant.

"It is my business, and not yours. I will not tell."

"Then you leave my employment right away."

"Very good, sir. If I must I must."

"And you go in disgrace. By thunder, you may well be ashamed of yourself. Your family has lived with mine for over a hundred years under this roof, and here I find you deep in some dark plot against me."

"No, no, sir; no, not against you!" It was a woman's voice, and Mrs. Barrymore, paler and more horror-struck than her husband, was standing at the door. Her bulky figure in a shawl and skirt might have been comic were it not for the intensity of feeling upon her face.

"We have to go, Eliza. This is the end of it. You can pack our things," said the butler.

"Oh, John, John, have I brought you to this? It is my doing, Sir Henry -- all mine. He has done nothing except for my sake and because I asked him."

"Speak out, then! What does it mean?"

"My unhappy brother is starving on the moor. We cannot let him perish at our very gates. The light is a signal to him that food is ready for him, and his light out yonder is to show the spot to which to bring it."

"Then your brother is --"

"The escaped convict, sir -- Selden, the criminal."

"That's the truth, sir," said Barrymore. "I said that it was not my secret and that I could not tell it to you. But now you have heard it, and you will see that if there was a plot it was not against you."

This, then, was the explanation of the stealthy expeditions at night and the light at the window. Sir Henry and I both stared at the woman in amazement. Was it possible that this stolidly respectable person was of the same blood as one of the most notorious criminals in the country?

"Yes, sir, my name was Selden, and he is my younger brother. We humoured him too much when he was a lad and gave him his own way in everything until he came to think that the world was made for his pleasure, and that he could do what he liked in it. Then as he grew older he met wicked companions, and the devil entered into him until he broke my mother's heart and dragged our name in the dirt. From crime to crime he sank lower and lower until it is only the mercy of God which has snatched him from the scaffold; but to me, sir, he was always the little curly-headed boy that I had nursed and played with as an elder sister would. That was why he broke prison, sir. He knew that I was here and that we could not refuse to help him. When he dragged himself here one night, weary and starving, with the warders hard at his heels, what could we do? We took him in and fed him and cared for him. Then you returned, sir, and my brother thought he would be safer on the moor than anywhere else until the hue and cry was over, so he lay in hiding there. But every second night we made sure if he was still there by putting a light in the window, and if there was an answer my husband took out some bread and meat to him. Every day we hoped that he was gone, but as long as he was there we could not desert him. That is the whole truth, as I am an honest Christian woman and you will see that if there is blame in the matter it does not lie with my husband but with me, for whose sake he has done all that he has."

The woman's words came with an intense earnestness which carried conviction with them.

"Is this true, Barrymore?"

"Yes, Sir Henry. Every word of it."

"Well, I cannot blame you for standing by your own wife. Forget what I have said. Go to your room, you two, and we shall talk further about this matter in the morning."

Power/Plot/Character

“Look here Barrymore”, said Sir Henry sternly, “We have made up our minds to have the truth” – This quote shows social status and the class divide between Baskerville and Barrymore. Social pleasantries go out of the window. Very important as it shows how this society of class vs class is turned on its head by power/greed etc.

“The man’s face became openly defiant” – A significant passage. Barrymore appears to be very guilty here. However, we learn that he is actually acting honourably. The fact that he is ‘open’ with his emotions is a bit of a rarity in this book, as most other characters are cagey and hide their true feelings or motives.

“And you go in disgrace. By thunder! You may well be ashamed of yourself”. – The idea of social standing is very important in this novel. Henry Baskerville is in danger simply because of his social standing. Charles Baskerville died because of his will to be secretive over his meetings with Laura Lyons, a married woman etc.

“Was it possible that this stolidly respectable person was of the same blood as one of the most notorious criminals in the country?” – A hugely important quote. Yes this is true, but it is significant as it shows how the appearances of characters can be deceptive. We later learn that the ‘respectable’ Stapleton, is actually a criminal mastermind and is not actually called Stapleton at all. This is the author’s way of showing us that outside appearances, and even names, can be deceptive.

The story of Seldon as a child – This really is, in many ways, a message from the author which is supposed to underpin the entire novel. Seldon is seen as ‘The Danger’ from his introduction to the novel. Whilst he is certainly a potentially very dangerous man, we see the prejudice against him from some of the main characters in this book. This passage jusitifes the behaviour of Seldon somewhat and shows him as a human being. It is also supposed to resonate with us how Stapleton, all this time, is planning murder and the demise of the Baskervilles, but is able to escape prejudice and detection because h has managed to build a respectable persona for himself.