Nebel zieht in dichten Schwaden übers Moor von Forrest Hill, grün-gespenstig grinst ein Irrlicht, es ist Nacht in Baskerville. Fog draws in dense swaths over the moor of Forrest Hill, a will-o’-the-wisp grins green and ghostly, it is night in Baskerville…. This is like a Hammer horror film come to life… Accuse me of including…