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So
far
I
have
been
able
to
quote
from
the
reports
which
I
have
forwarded
during
these
early
days
to
Sherlock
Holmes
.
Now
,
however
,
I
have
arrived
at
a
point
in
my
narrative
where
I
am
compelled
to
abandon
this
method
and
to
trust
once
more
to
my
recollections
,
aided
by
the
diary
which
I
kept
at
the
time
.
A
few
extracts
from
the
latter
will
carry
me
on
to
those
scenes
which
are
indelibly
fixed
in
every
detail
upon
my
memory
.
I
proceed
,
then
,
from
the
morning
which
followed
our
abortive
chase
of
the
convict
and
our
other
strange
experiences
upon
the
moor
.
OCTOBER
16TH
.
--
A
dull
and
foggy
day
with
a
drizzle
of
rain
.
The
house
is
banked
in
with
rolling
clouds
,
which
rise
now
and
then
to
show
the
dreary
curves
of
the
moor
,
with
thin
,
silver
veins
upon
the
sides
of
the
hills
,
and
the
distant
boulders
gleaming
where
the
light
strikes
upon
their
wet
faces
.
It
is
melancholy
outside
and
in
.
The
baronet
is
in
a
black
reaction
after
the
excitements
of
the
night
.
I
am
conscious
myself
of
a
weight
at
my
heart
and
a
feeling
of
impending
danger
--
ever
present
danger
,
which
is
the
more
terrible
because
I
am
unable
to
define
it
.
And
have
I
not
cause
for
such
a
feeling
?
Consider
the
long
sequence
of
incidents
which
have
all
pointed
to
some
sinister
influence
which
is
at
work
around
us
.
There
is
the
death
of
the
last
occupant
of
the
Hall
,
fulfilling
so
exactly
the
conditions
of
the
family
legend
,
and
there
are
the
repeated
reports
from
peasants
of
the
appearance
of
a
strange
creature
upon
the
moor
.
Twice
I
have
with
my
own
ears
heard
the
sound
which
resembled
the
distant
baying
of
a
hound
.
It
is
incredible
,
impossible
,
that
it
should
really
be
outside
the
ordinary
laws
of
nature
.
A
spectral
hound
which
leaves
material
footmarks
and
fills
the
air
with
its
howling
is
surely
not
to
be
thought
of
.
Stapleton
may
fall
in
with
such
a
superstition
,
and
Mortimer
also
;
but
if
I
have
one
quality
upon
earth
it
is
common-sense
,
and
nothing
will
persuade
me
to
believe
in
such
a
thing
.
To
do
so
would
be
to
descend
to
the
level
of
these
poor
peasants
,
who
are
not
content
with
a
mere
fiend
dog
but
must
needs
describe
him
with
hell-fire
shooting
from
his
mouth
and
eyes
.
Holmes
would
not
listen
to
such
fancies
,
and
I
am
his
agent
.
But
facts
are
facts
,
and
I
have
twice
heard
this
crying
upon
the
moor
.
Suppose
that
there
were
really
some
huge
hound
loose
upon
it
;
that
would
go
far
to
explain
everything
.
But
where
could
such
a
hound
lie
concealed
,
where
did
it
get
its
food
,
where
did
it
come
from
,
how
was
it
that
no
one
saw
it
by
day
?
It
must
be
confessed
that
the
natural
explanation
offers
almost
as
many
difficulties
as
the
other
.
And
always
,
apart
from
the
hound
,
there
is
the
fact
of
the
human
agency
in
London
,
the
man
in
the
cab
,
and
the
letter
which
warned
Sir
Henry
against
the
moor
.
This
at
least
was
real
,
but
it
might
have
been
the
work
of
a
protecting
friend
as
easily
as
of
an
enemy
.
Where
is
that
friend
or
enemy
now
?
Has
he
remained
in
London
,
or
has
he
followed
us
down
here
?
Could
he
--
could
he
be
the
stranger
whom
I
saw
upon
the
tor
?
It
is
true
that
I
have
had
only
the
one
glance
at
him
,
and
yet
there
are
some
things
to
which
I
am
ready
to
swear
.
He
is
no
one
whom
I
have
seen
down
here
,
and
I
have
now
met
all
the
neighbours
.
The
figure
was
far
taller
than
that
of
Stapleton
,
far
thinner
than
that
of
Frankland
.
Barrymore
it
might
possibly
have
been
,
but
we
had
left
him
behind
us
,
and
I
am
certain
that
he
could
not
have
followed
us
.
A
stranger
then
is
still
dogging
us
,
just
as
a
stranger
dogged
us
in
London
.
We
have
never
shaken
him
off
.
If
I
could
lay
my
hands
upon
that
man
,
then
at
last
we
might
find
ourselves
at
the
end
of
all
our
difficulties
.
To
this
one
purpose
I
must
now
devote
all
my
energies
.
My
first
impulse
was
to
tell
Sir
Henry
all
my
plans
.
My
second
and
wisest
one
is
to
play
my
own
game
and
speak
as
little
as
possible
to
anyone
.
He
is
silent
and
distrait
.
His
nerves
have
been
strangely
shaken
by
that
sound
upon
the
moor
.
I
will
say
nothing
to
add
to
his
anxieties
,
but
I
will
take
my
own
steps
to
attain
my
own
end
.
We
had
a
small
scene
this
morning
after
breakfast
.
Barrymore
asked
leave
to
speak
with
Sir
Henry
,
and
they
were
closeted
in
his
study
some
little
time
.
Sitting
in
the
billiard-room
I
more
than
once
heard
the
sound
of
voices
raised
,
and
I
had
a
pretty
good
idea
what
the
point
was
which
was
under
discussion
.
After
a
time
the
baronet
opened
his
door
and
called
for
me
.
"
Barrymore
considers
that
he
has
a
grievance
,
"
he
said
.
"
He
thinks
that
it
was
unfair
on
our
part
to
hunt
his
brother-in-law
down
when
he
,
of
his
own
free
will
,
had
told
us
the
secret
.
"
The
butler
was
standing
very
pale
but
very
collected
before
us
.
"
I
may
have
spoken
too
warmly
,
sir
,
"
said
he
,
"
and
if
I
have
,
I
am
sure
that
I
beg
your
pardon
.
At
the
same
time
,
I
was
very
much
surprised
when
I
heard
you
two
gentlemen
come
back
this
morning
and
learned
that
you
had
been
chasing
Selden
.
The
poor
fellow
has
enough
to
fight
against
without
my
putting
more
upon
his
track
.
"
