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A
low
moan
had
fallen
upon
our
ears
.
There
it
was
again
upon
our
left
!
On
that
side
a
ridge
of
rocks
ended
in
a
sheer
cliff
which
overlooked
a
stone-strewn
slope
.
On
its
jagged
face
was
spread-eagled
some
dark
,
irregular
object
.
As
we
ran
towards
it
the
vague
outline
hardened
into
a
definite
shape
.
It
was
a
prostrate
man
face
downward
upon
the
ground
,
the
head
doubled
under
him
at
a
horrible
angle
,
the
shoulders
rounded
and
the
body
hunched
together
as
if
in
the
act
of
throwing
a
somersault
.
So
grotesque
was
the
attitude
that
I
could
not
for
the
instant
realize
that
that
moan
had
been
the
passing
of
his
soul
.
Not
a
whisper
,
not
a
rustle
,
rose
now
from
the
dark
figure
over
which
we
stooped
.
Holmes
laid
his
hand
upon
him
,
and
held
it
up
again
,
with
an
exclamation
of
horror
.
The
gleam
of
the
match
which
he
struck
shone
upon
his
clotted
fingers
and
upon
the
ghastly
pool
which
widened
slowly
from
the
crushed
skull
of
the
victim
.
And
it
shone
upon
something
else
which
turned
our
hearts
sick
and
faint
within
us
--
the
body
of
Sir
Henry
Baskerville
!
There
was
no
chance
of
either
of
us
forgetting
that
peculiar
ruddy
tweed
suit
--
the
very
one
which
he
had
worn
on
the
first
morning
that
we
had
seen
him
in
Baker
Street
.
We
caught
the
one
clear
glimpse
of
it
,
and
then
the
match
flickered
and
went
out
,
even
as
the
hope
had
gone
out
of
our
souls
.
Holmes
groaned
,
and
his
face
glimmered
white
through
the
darkness
.
"
The
brute
!
the
brute
!
"
I
cried
with
clenched
hands
.
"
Oh
Holmes
,
I
shall
never
forgive
myself
for
having
left
him
to
his
fate
.
"
"
I
am
more
to
blame
than
you
,
Watson
.
In
order
to
have
my
case
well
rounded
and
complete
,
I
have
thrown
away
the
life
of
my
client
.
It
is
the
greatest
blow
which
has
befallen
me
in
my
career
.
But
how
could
I
know
--
how
could
l
know
--
that
he
would
risk
his
life
alone
upon
the
moor
in
the
face
of
all
my
warnings
?
"
"
That
we
should
have
heard
his
screams
--
my
God
,
those
screams
!
--
and
yet
have
been
unable
to
save
him
!
Where
is
this
brute
of
a
hound
which
drove
him
to
his
death
?
It
may
be
lurking
among
these
rocks
at
this
instant
.
And
Stapleton
,
where
is
he
?
He
shall
answer
for
this
deed
.
"
"
He
shall
.
I
will
see
to
that
.
Uncle
and
nephew
have
been
murdered
--
the
one
frightened
to
death
by
the
very
sight
of
a
beast
which
he
thought
to
be
supernatural
,
the
other
driven
to
his
end
in
his
wild
flight
to
escape
from
it
.
But
now
we
have
to
prove
the
connection
between
the
man
and
the
beast
.
Save
from
what
we
heard
,
we
can
not
even
swear
to
the
existence
of
the
latter
,
since
Sir
Henry
has
evidently
died
from
the
fall
.
But
,
by
heavens
,
cunning
as
he
is
,
the
fellow
shall
be
in
my
power
before
another
day
is
past
!
"
We
stood
with
bitter
hearts
on
either
side
of
the
mangled
body
,
overwhelmed
by
this
sudden
and
irrevocable
disaster
which
had
brought
all
our
long
and
weary
labours
to
so
piteous
an
end
.
Then
,
as
the
moon
rose
we
climbed
to
the
top
of
the
rocks
over
which
our
poor
friend
had
fallen
,
and
from
the
summit
we
gazed
out
over
the
shadowy
moor
,
half
silver
and
half
gloom
.
Far
away
,
miles
off
,
in
the
direction
of
Grimpen
,
a
single
steady
yellow
light
was
shining
.
It
could
only
come
from
the
lonely
abode
of
the
Stapletons
.
With
a
bitter
curse
I
shook
my
fist
at
it
as
I
gazed
.
"
Why
should
we
not
seize
him
at
once
?
"
