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There
was
the
long
,
gloomy
tunnel
down
which
he
fled
.
And
from
what
?
A
sheep-dog
of
the
moor
?
Or
a
spectral
hound
,
black
,
silent
,
and
monstrous
?
Was
there
a
human
agency
in
the
matter
?
Did
the
pale
,
watchful
Barrymore
know
more
than
he
cared
to
say
?
It
was
all
dim
and
vague
,
but
always
there
is
the
dark
shadow
of
crime
behind
it
.
One
other
neighbour
I
have
met
since
I
wrote
last
.
This
is
Mr.
Frankland
,
of
Lafter
Hall
,
who
lives
some
four
miles
to
the
south
of
us
.
He
is
an
elderly
man
,
red-faced
,
white-haired
,
and
choleric
.
His
passion
is
for
the
British
law
,
and
he
has
spent
a
large
fortune
in
litigation
.
He
fights
for
the
mere
pleasure
of
fighting
and
is
equally
ready
to
take
up
either
side
of
a
question
,
so
that
it
is
no
wonder
that
he
has
found
it
a
costly
amusement
.
Sometimes
he
will
shut
up
a
right
of
way
and
defy
the
parish
to
make
him
open
it
.
At
others
he
will
with
his
own
hands
tear
down
some
other
man
's
gate
and
declare
that
a
path
has
existed
there
from
time
immemorial
,
defying
the
owner
to
prosecute
him
for
trespass
.
He
is
learned
in
old
manorial
and
communal
rights
,
and
he
applies
his
knowledge
sometimes
in
favour
of
the
villagers
of
Fernworthy
and
sometimes
against
them
,
so
that
he
is
periodically
either
carried
in
triumph
down
the
village
street
or
else
burned
in
effigy
,
according
to
his
latest
exploit
.
He
is
said
to
have
about
seven
lawsuits
upon
his
hands
at
present
,
which
will
probably
swallow
up
the
remainder
of
his
fortune
and
so
draw
his
sting
and
leave
him
harmless
for
the
future
.
Apart
from
the
law
he
seems
a
kindly
,
good-natured
person
,
and
I
only
mention
him
because
you
were
particular
that
I
should
send
some
description
of
the
people
who
surround
us
.
He
is
curiously
employed
at
present
,
for
,
being
an
amateur
astronomer
,
he
has
an
excellent
telescope
,
with
which
he
lies
upon
the
roof
of
his
own
house
and
sweeps
the
moor
all
day
in
the
hope
of
catching
a
glimpse
of
the
escaped
convict
.
If
he
would
confine
his
energies
to
this
all
would
be
well
,
but
there
are
rumours
that
he
intends
to
prosecute
Dr.
Mortimer
for
opening
a
grave
without
the
consent
of
the
next-of-kin
,
because
he
dug
up
the
Neolithic
skull
in
the
barrow
on
Long
Down
.
He
helps
to
keep
our
lives
from
being
monotonous
and
gives
a
little
comic
relief
where
it
is
badly
needed
.
And
now
,
having
brought
you
up
to
date
in
the
escaped
convict
,
the
Stapletons
,
Dr.
Mortimer
,
and
Frankland
,
of
Lafter
Hall
,
let
me
end
on
that
which
is
most
important
and
tell
you
more
about
the
Barrymores
,
and
especially
about
the
surprising
development
of
last
night
.
First
of
all
about
the
test
telegram
,
which
you
sent
from
London
in
order
to
make
sure
that
Barrymore
was
really
here
.
I
have
already
explained
that
the
testimony
of
the
postmaster
shows
that
the
test
was
worthless
and
that
we
have
no
proof
one
way
or
the
other
.
I
told
Sir
Henry
how
the
matter
stood
,
and
he
at
once
,
in
his
downright
fashion
,
had
Barrymore
up
and
asked
him
whether
he
had
received
the
telegram
himself
.
Barrymore
said
that
he
had
.
"
Did
the
boy
deliver
it
into
your
own
hands
?
"
asked
Sir
Henry
.
Barrymore
looked
surprised
,
and
considered
for
a
little
time
.
"
No
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
was
in
the
box-room
at
the
time
,
and
my
wife
brought
it
up
to
me
.
"
"
Did
you
answer
it
yourself
?
"
"
No
;
I
told
my
wife
what
to
answer
and
she
went
down
to
write
it
.
"
