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"
May
I
ask
if
he
is
going
to
honour
us
with
a
visit
himself
?
"
"
He
can
not
leave
town
at
present
.
He
has
other
cases
which
engage
his
attention
.
"
"
What
a
pity
!
He
might
throw
some
light
on
that
which
is
so
dark
to
us
.
But
as
to
your
own
researches
,
if
there
is
any
possible
way
in
which
I
can
be
of
service
to
you
I
trust
that
you
will
command
me
.
If
I
had
any
indication
of
the
nature
of
your
suspicions
or
how
you
propose
to
investigate
the
case
,
I
might
perhaps
even
now
give
you
some
aid
or
advice
.
"
"
I
assure
you
that
I
am
simply
here
upon
a
visit
to
my
friend
,
Sir
Henry
,
and
that
I
need
no
help
of
any
kind
.
"
"
Excellent
!
"
said
Stapleton
.
"
You
are
perfectly
right
to
be
wary
and
discreet
.
I
am
justly
reproved
for
what
I
feel
was
an
unjustifiable
intrusion
,
and
I
promise
you
that
I
will
not
mention
the
matter
again
.
"
We
had
come
to
a
point
where
a
narrow
grassy
path
struck
off
from
the
road
and
wound
away
across
the
moor
.
A
steep
,
boulder-sprinkled
hill
lay
upon
the
right
which
had
in
bygone
days
been
cut
into
a
granite
quarry
.
The
face
which
was
turned
towards
us
formed
a
dark
cliff
,
with
ferns
and
brambles
growing
in
its
niches
.
From
over
a
distant
rise
there
floated
a
gray
plume
of
smoke
.
"
A
moderate
walk
along
this
moor-path
brings
us
to
Merripit
House
,
"
said
he
.
"
Perhaps
you
will
spare
an
hour
that
I
may
have
the
pleasure
of
introducing
you
to
my
sister
.
"
My
first
thought
was
that
I
should
be
by
Sir
Henry
's
side
.
But
then
I
remembered
the
pile
of
papers
and
bills
with
which
his
study
table
was
littered
.
It
was
certain
that
I
could
not
help
with
those
.
And
Holmes
had
expressly
said
that
I
should
study
the
neighbours
upon
the
moor
.
I
accepted
Stapleton
's
invitation
,
and
we
turned
together
down
the
path
.
"
It
is
a
wonderful
place
,
the
moor
,
"
said
he
,
looking
round
over
the
undulating
downs
,
long
green
rollers
,
with
crests
of
jagged
granite
foaming
up
into
fantastic
surges
.
"
You
never
tire
of
the
moor
.
You
can
not
think
the
wonderful
secrets
which
it
contains
.
It
is
so
vast
,
and
so
barren
,
and
so
mysterious
.
"
"
You
know
it
well
,
then
?
"
