Stapleton would not let it go unless he had reason to think that Sir Henry would be there." "My difficulty is the more formidable of the two, for I think that we shall very shortly get an explanation of yours, while mine may remain forever a mystery.

The question now is, what shall we do with this poor wretch's body?
We cannot leave it here to the foxes and the ravens." "I suggest that we put it in one of the huts until we can communicate with the police." "Exactly.

I have no doubt that you and I could carry it so far.
Halloa, Watson, what's this?
It's the man himself, by all that's wonderful and audacious! Not a word to show your suspicions--not a word, or my plans crumble to the ground." A figure was approaching us over the moor, and I saw the dull red glow of a cigar.

The moon shone upon him, and I could distinguish the dapper shape and jaunty walk of the naturalist.

He stopped when he saw us, and then came on again.
"Why, Dr.Watson, that's not you, is it?
You are the last man that I should have expected to see out on the moor at this time of night.