But, dear me, what's this?
Somebody hurt?
Not--don't tell me that it is our friend Sir Henry!" He hurried past me and stooped over the dead man.

I heard a sharp intake of his breath and the cigar fell from his fingers.
"Who--who's this ?" he stammered.
"It is Selden, the man who escaped from Princetown." Stapleton turned a ghastly face upon us, but by a supreme effort he had overcome his amazement and his disappointment.

He looked sharply from Holmes to me.
"Dear me! What a very shocking affair! How did he die ?" "He appears to have broken his neck by falling over these rocks.
My friend and I were strolling on the moor when we heard a cry." "I heard a cry also.

That was what brought me out.

I was uneasy about Sir Henry." "Why about Sir Henry in particular ?" I could not help asking.
"Because I had suggested that he should come over.