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      "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?"

      "No," said Holmes; "did you?"

      "No."

      "What do you mean, then?"

      "Oh, you know the stories that the peasants tell about a phantom hound, and so on. It is said to be heard at night upon the moor. I was wondering if there were any evidence of such a sound to-night."

      "We heard nothing of the kind," said I.

      "And what is your theory of this poor fellow's death?"

      "I have no doubt that anxiety and exposure have driven him off his head. He has rushed about the moor in a crazy state and eventually fallen over here and broken his neck."

      "That seems the most reasonable theory," said Stapleton, and he gave a sigh which I took to indicate his relief. "What do you think about it, Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

      My friend bowed his compliments.

      "You are quick at identification," said he.

      "We have been expecting you in these parts since Dr. Watson came down. You are in time to see a tragedy."

      "Yes, indeed. I have no doubt that my friend's explanation will cover the facts. I will take an unpleasant remembrance back to London with me to-morrow."

      "Oh, you return to-morrow?"

      "That is my intention."

      "I hope your visit has cast some light upon those occurrences which have puzzled us?"

      Holmes shrugged his shoulders.

      "One cannot always have the success for which one hopes. An investigator needs facts, and not legends or rumours. It has not been a satisfactory case."

      My friend spoke in his frankest and most unconcerned manner. Stapleton still looked hard at him. Then he turned to me.

      "I would suggest carrying this poor fellow to my house, but it would give my sister such a fright that I do not feel justified in doing it. I think that if we put something over his face he will be safe until morning."

      And so it was arranged. Resisting Stapleton's offer of hospitality, Holmes and I set off to Baskerville Hall, leaving the naturalist to return alone. Looking back we saw the figure moving slowly away over the broad moor, and behind him that one black smudge on the silvered slope which showed where the man was lying who had come so horribly to his end.

      XIII. Fixing The Nets

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      "We're at close grips at last," said Holmes as we walked together across the moor. "What a nerve the fellow has! How he pulled himself together in the face of what must have been a paralysing shock when he found that the wrong man had fallen a victim to his plot. I told you in London, Watson, and I tell you now again, that we have never had a foeman more worthy of our steel."

      "I am sorry that he has seen you."

      "And so was I at first. But there was no getting out of it."

      "What effect do you think it will have upon his plans now that he knows you are here?"

      "It may cause him to be more cautious, or it may drive him to desperate measures at once. Like most clever criminals, he may be too confident in his own cleverness and imagine that he has completely deceived us."

      "Why should we not arrest him at once?"

      "My dear Watson, you were born to be a man of action. Your instinct is always to do something energetic. But supposing, for argument's sake, that we had him arrested to-night, what on earth the better off should we be for that? We could prove nothing against him. There's the devilish cunning of it! If he were acting through a human agent we could get some evidence, but if we were to drag this great dog to the light of day it would not help us in putting a rope round the neck of its master."

      "Surely we have a case."

      "Not a shadow of one—only surmise and conjecture. We should be laughed out of court if we came with such a story and such evidence."

      "There is Sir Charles's death."

      "Found dead without a mark upon him. You and I know that he died of sheer fright, and we know also what frightened him; but how are we to get twelve stolid jurymen to know it? What signs are there of a hound? Where are the marks of its fangs? Of course we know that a hound does not bite a dead body and that Sir Charles was dead before ever the brute overtook him. But we have to prove all this, and we are not in a position to do it."

      "Well, then, to-night?"

      "We are not much better off to-night. Again, there was no direct connection between the hound and the man's death. We never saw the hound. We heard it; but we could not prove that it was running upon this man's trail. There is a complete absence of motive. No, my dear fellow; we must reconcile ourselves to the fact that we have no case at present, and that it is worth our while to run any risk in order to establish one."

      "And how do you propose to do so?"

      "I have great hopes of what Mrs. Laura Lyons may do for us when the position of affairs is made clear to her. And I have my own plan as well. Sufficient for to-morrow is the evil thereof; but I hope before the day is past to have the upper hand at last."

      I could draw nothing further from him, and he walked, lost in thought, as far as the Baskerville gates.

      "Are you coming up?"

      "Yes; I see no reason for further concealment. But one last word, Watson. Say nothing of the hound to Sir Henry. Let him think that Selden's death was as Stapleton would have us believe. He will have a better nerve for the ordeal which he will have to undergo to-morrow, when he is engaged, if I remember your report aright, to dine with these people."

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