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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
.
But
,
dear
me
,
what
's
this
?
Somebody
hurt
?
Not
--
do
n'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
.
When
he
did
not
come
I
was
surprised
,
and
I
naturally
became
alarmed
for
his
safety
when
I
heard
cries
upon
the
moor
.
By
the
way
"
--
his
eyes
darted
again
from
my
face
to
Holmes
's
--
"
did
you
hear
anything
else
besides
a
cry
?
"
