Word: bloodhounds
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Even in the final moments, when he had run as long and as far as he could, the fugitive still did not quit. As he heard them coming, crashing through the undergrowth, he lay on the ground and covered himself with leaves. Unerringly, a young bloodhound named Sandy sniffed him out. "James, are you all right?" asked Guard Sammy Joe Chapman. There was a pause. "I'm all right," replied James Earl...
...ultimate weapon of any hunt in the wilderness is, of course, the bloodhound. Sammy Joe Chapman, chief supervisor of the Brushy Mountain prison kennels, had only two fully trained hounds available for the forest searches: Sandy and Little Red. The other nine were still in training. Consequently the FBI brought in its own pack of bloodhounds. But when the feds gave their dogs some convicts' garments to sniff, just like they do in the movies, the locals scoffed. "Pure Hollywood," said one. Chapman put his dogs in pursuit by taking them to a single fresh track that gave them...
...within its purview. The camera models Holmes himself. In the movie's opening, a demented Holmes speeds across Europe in pursuit of Moriarty. He leaves London's Victoria Station with its throngs of people and loud, smoke-bellowing engines and passes into the gleaming green Austrian countryside. With his bloodhound Toby on the scent of Moriarty, he rushes into Freud's house where the doctor is already expecting him. The detective casts a comprehensive glance over the interior of Freud's study and, knowing nothing about Freud, is able to reel off all the particulars of the doctor's life...
...Samuel Rosenberg's Naked Is the Best Disguise: The Death and Resurrection of Sherlock Holmes (Bobbs-Merrill; $8.95) is one of the more ingenious rummagings through the great detective's lodgings at 221 B Baker Street. Rosenberg is an amateur literary bloodhound who once made his living heading off plagiarism suits for a film company-by proving that both plaintiff and defendant had stolen from older sources. He now makes a most convincing case that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the ex-eye doctor who created the world's most famous sleuth, was really "a compulsive self-revealing...
...sold it to me on his deathbed." As for his contribution to the House of Commons, Freud says, unconvincingly: "It is not my ambition to liven up the debate in Parliament." But, he adds, with a look as baleful as the one he wears (and shares with a bloodhound) on a celebrated British TV commercial for dog food: "A monopolies commission ought to look into the number of bores at Westminster...