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There
he
was
,
sure
enough
,
a
small
urchin
with
a
little
bundle
upon
his
shoulder
,
toiling
slowly
up
the
hill
.
When
he
reached
the
crest
I
saw
the
ragged
uncouth
figure
outlined
for
an
instant
against
the
cold
blue
sky
.
He
looked
round
him
with
a
furtive
and
stealthy
air
,
as
one
who
dreads
pursuit
.
Then
he
vanished
over
the
hill
.
"
Well
!
Am
I
right
?
"
"
Certainly
,
there
is
a
boy
who
seems
to
have
some
secret
errand
.
"
"
And
what
the
errand
is
even
a
county
constable
could
guess
.
But
not
one
word
shall
they
have
from
me
,
and
I
bind
you
to
secrecy
also
,
Dr.
Watson
.
Not
a
word
!
You
understand
!
"
"
Just
as
you
wish
.
"
"
They
have
treated
me
shamefully
--
shamefully
.
When
the
facts
come
out
in
Frankland
v.
Regina
I
venture
to
think
that
a
thrill
of
indignation
will
run
through
the
country
.
Nothing
would
induce
me
to
help
the
police
in
any
way
.
For
all
they
cared
it
might
have
been
me
,
instead
of
my
effigy
,
which
these
rascals
burned
at
the
stake
.
Surely
you
are
not
going
!
You
will
help
me
to
empty
the
decanter
in
honour
of
this
great
occasion
!
"
But
I
resisted
all
his
solicitations
and
succeeded
in
dissuading
him
from
his
announced
intention
of
walking
home
with
me
.
I
kept
the
road
as
long
as
his
eye
was
on
me
,
and
then
I
struck
off
across
the
moor
and
made
for
the
stony
hill
over
which
the
boy
had
disappeared
.
Everything
was
working
in
my
favour
,
and
I
swore
that
it
should
not
be
through
lack
of
energy
or
perseverance
that
I
should
miss
the
chance
which
fortune
had
thrown
in
my
way
.
The
sun
was
already
sinking
when
I
reached
the
summit
of
the
hill
,
and
the
long
slopes
beneath
me
were
all
golden-green
on
one
side
and
gray
shadow
on
the
other
.
A
haze
lay
low
upon
the
farthest
sky-line
,
out
of
which
jutted
the
fantastic
shapes
of
Belliver
and
Vixen
Tor
.
Over
the
wide
expanse
there
was
no
sound
and
no
movement
.
One
great
gray
bird
,
a
gull
or
curlew
,
soared
aloft
in
the
blue
heaven
.
He
and
I
seemed
to
be
the
only
living
things
between
the
huge
arch
of
the
sky
and
the
desert
beneath
it
.
The
barren
scene
,
the
sense
of
loneliness
,
and
the
mystery
and
urgency
of
my
task
all
struck
a
chill
into
my
heart
.
The
boy
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
.
But
down
beneath
me
in
a
cleft
of
the
hills
there
was
a
circle
of
the
old
stone
huts
,
and
in
the
middle
of
them
there
was
one
which
retained
sufficient
roof
to
act
as
a
screen
against
the
weather
.
My
heart
leaped
within
me
as
I
saw
it
.
This
must
be
the
burrow
where
the
stranger
lurked
.
At
last
my
foot
was
on
the
threshold
of
his
hiding
place
--
his
secret
was
within
my
grasp
.
As
I
approached
the
hut
,
walking
as
warily
as
Stapleton
would
do
when
with
poised
net
he
drew
near
the
settled
butterfly
,
I
satisfied
myself
that
the
place
had
indeed
been
used
as
a
habitation
.
A
vague
pathway
among
the
boulders
led
to
the
dilapidated
opening
which
served
as
a
door
.
All
was
silent
within
.
The
unknown
might
be
lurking
there
,
or
he
might
be
prowling
on
the
moor
.
My
nerves
tingled
with
the
sense
of
adventure
.
Throwing
aside
my
cigarette
,
I
closed
my
hand
upon
the
butt
of
my
revolver
and
,
walking
swiftly
up
to
the
door
,
I
looked
in
.
The
place
was
empty
.
