Reasons For Leaving Baskerville

Dear Sir Henry Baskerville, October, 1889

I know now that I am a suspect in the murder of Sir Charles, your uncle. So I would like to review all the events that could be of some importance to get me off the radar. Just so we are on the same terms. When you sent me the telegraph, as I have already told you, I was in the box room so Mrs. Barrymore received, and replied to it. Since then I have been preparing for your arrival. Just making the house warmer, and notifying the whole town of your arrival. Sorry I didn’t get to lightening up the Dining Room, I couldn’t get to it in time. I have barely left the hall since. Our reasons for leaving Baskerville Hall are solely because of our sorrow and grief. It is not that we are trying to get away from a murderer. I am appalled and slightly hurt you would think of me to have an affair. Even though it was that
My top two suspects are, Mr. Frankland, and Mr. Stapleton. Both very odd creations of god. I have been spying on these two while you and Watson were out. Mr. Frankland, who you might have been introduced to already, is an elderly choleric who lives roughly 4 miles away from the Hall. I went to him at about three on Sunday. He spends his days arguing for the sake of arguing, or sweeping the landscape with his giant telescope. Him and your uncle could’ve easily had a falling out that ended with someone getting killed because of his stubbornness. Then there is Mr. Stapleton. Very odd indeed. I visited him early in the morning the following Tuesday. He is a invested naturalist. I heard that he was overtly open with Watson when most residents of the moor, as you know, are confined and shy. He could be trying to find out what Watson knows and steer him off the trail. Stapleton’s great knowledge of the Moor and Mire it could let him navigate around and if Charles knew something he didn’t want getting out he could’ve killed