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We
found
,
however
,
as
we
advanced
that
this
portion
of
the
moor
is
intersected
with
soft
patches
,
and
,
though
we
frequently
lost
sight
of
the
track
,
we
always
succeeded
in
picking
it
up
once
more
.
“
Do
you
observe
,
”
said
Holmes
,
“
that
the
rider
is
now
undoubtedly
forcing
the
pace
?
There
can
be
no
doubt
of
it
.
Look
at
this
impression
,
where
you
get
both
tires
clear
.
The
one
is
as
deep
as
the
other
.
That
can
only
mean
that
the
rider
is
throwing
his
weight
on
to
the
handle
-
bar
,
as
a
man
does
when
he
is
sprinting
.
By
Jove
!
he
has
had
a
fall
.
”
There
was
a
broad
,
irregular
smudge
covering
some
yards
of
the
track
.
Then
there
were
a
few
footmarks
,
and
the
tire
reappeared
once
more
.
“
A
side
-
slip
,
”
I
suggested
.
Holmes
held
up
a
crumpled
branch
of
flowering
gorse
.
To
my
horror
I
perceived
that
the
yellow
blossoms
were
all
dabbled
with
crimson
.
On
the
path
,
too
,
and
among
the
heather
were
dark
stains
of
clotted
blood
.
“
Bad
!
”
said
Holmes
.
“
Bad
!
Stand
clear
,
Watson
!
Not
an
unnecessary
footstep
!
What
do
I
read
here
?
He
fell
wounded
—
he
stood
up
—
he
remounted
—
he
proceeded
.
But
there
is
no
other
track
.
Cattle
on
this
side
path
.
He
was
surely
not
gored
by
a
bull
?
Impossible
!
But
I
see
no
traces
of
anyone
else
.
We
must
push
on
,
Watson
.
Surely
,
with
stains
as
well
as
the
track
to
guide
us
,
he
cannot
escape
us
now
.
”
Our
search
was
not
a
very
long
one
.
The
tracks
of
the
tire
began
to
curve
fantastically
upon
the
wet
and
shining
path
.
Suddenly
,
as
I
looked
ahead
,
the
gleam
of
metal
caught
my
eye
from
amid
the
thick
gorse
-
bushes
.
Out
of
them
we
dragged
a
bicycle
,
Palmer
-
tired
,
one
pedal
bent
,
and
the
whole
front
of
it
horribly
smeared
and
slobbered
with
blood
.
On
the
other
side
of
the
bushes
a
shoe
was
projecting
.
We
ran
round
,
and
there
lay
the
unfortunate
rider
.
He
was
a
tall
man
,
full
-
bearded
,
with
spectacles
,
one
glass
of
which
had
been
knocked
out
.
The
cause
of
his
death
was
a
frightful
blow
upon
the
head
,
which
had
crushed
in
part
of
his
skull
.
That
he
could
have
gone
on
after
receiving
such
an
injury
said
much
for
the
vitality
and
courage
of
the
man
.
He
wore
shoes
,
but
no
socks
,
and
his
open
coat
disclosed
a
nightshirt
beneath
it
.
It
was
undoubtedly
the
German
master
.
Holmes
turned
the
body
over
reverently
,
and
examined
it
with
great
attention
.
He
then
sat
in
deep
thought
for
a
time
,
and
I
could
see
by
his
ruffled
brow
that
this
grim
discovery
had
not
,
in
his
opinion
,
advanced
us
much
in
our
inquiry
.
“
It
is
a
little
difficult
to
know
what
to
do
,
Watson
,
”
said
he
,
at
last
.
“
My
own
inclinations
are
to
push
this
inquiry
on
,
for
we
have
already
lost
so
much
time
that
we
cannot
afford
to
waste
another
hour
.
On
the
other
hand
,
we
are
bound
to
inform
the
police
of
the
discovery
,
and
to
see
that
this
poor
fellow
’
s
body
is
looked
after
.
”
