by SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE abridged by BARBARA HENDERSON Read by Michael Kilgarriff
A great dark shadow hopped into the moonlight. It had a broad, squat, toad-like face and was surely, one of the most terrible beasts which had ever walked this earth. As it loped along it brought its nose to the ground. It was smelling out my trail.
Produced by JOHN CARDY (First of 14 instalments)