Speaker 1: Chapter twelve, Death on the Moor. For a moment or two,
Speaker 1: I sat breathless, hardly able to believe my ears, that
Speaker 1: my senses and my voice came back to me, while
Speaker 1: a crushing weight of responsibility seemed in an instant to
Speaker 1: be lifted from my soul. That cold, incisive, ironical voice
Speaker 1: could belong to but one man in all the world, Holmes,
Speaker 1: I cried, Holmes, come out, said he, and please be
Speaker 1: careful with the revolver. I stooped under the rude lintel,
Speaker 1: and there he sat upon a stone outside, his gray
Speaker 1: eyes dancing with amusement as they fell upon my astonished features.
Speaker 1: He was thin and worn, but clear and alert, his
Speaker 1: keen face bronzed by the sun and roughened by the wind.
Speaker 1: In his tweed suit and cloth cap, he looked like
Speaker 1: any other tourist upon the moor. And he had contrived,
Speaker 1: with that cat like love of personal cleanliness, which was
Speaker 1: one of his characteristics, that his chin should be as
Speaker 1: smooth and his linen as perfect as if he were
Speaker 1: in Baker Street. I never was more glad to see
Speaker 1: any one in my life, said I, as I wrung
Speaker 1: him by the hand, or more astonished, Eh well, I
Speaker 1: must confess to it. The surprise was not all on
Speaker 1: one side. I assure you I had no idea that
Speaker 1: you had found my occasional retreat, still less that you
Speaker 1: were inside it until I was within twenty paces of
Speaker 1: the door. My footprint I presume no, Watson, I fear
Speaker 1: that I could not undertake to recognize your footprint amid
Speaker 1: all the footprints of the world. If you seriously desire
Speaker 1: to deceive me, you must change your tobacconist. When I
Speaker 1: see the stub of a cigarette marked Bradley Oxford Street,
Speaker 1: I know that my friend Watson is in the neighborhood.
Speaker 1: You will see it there beside the path. You threw
Speaker 1: it down, no doubt at that supreme moment when you
Speaker 1: charged into the empty hut, exactly, I thought as much, and,
Speaker 1: knowing your admirable tenacity, I was convinced that you were
Speaker 1: sitting in ambush, a weapon within reach, waiting for the
Speaker 1: tenant to return. So you actually thought that I was
Speaker 1: the criminal. I did not know who you were, but
Speaker 1: I was determined to find out. Excellent Watson, and how
Speaker 1: did you localize me? You saw me, perhaps on the
Speaker 1: night of the convict hunt when I was so imprudent
Speaker 1: as to allow the moon to rise behind me. Yes,
Speaker 1: I saw you then, and have no doubt, searched all
Speaker 1: the huts until you came to this one. No, your
Speaker 1: boy had been observed, and that gave me a guide
Speaker 1: where to look. The old gentleman with the telescope, No
Speaker 1: doubt I could not make it out when first I
Speaker 1: saw the light flashing upon the lens. He rose and
Speaker 1: peeped into the hut. Ha, I see that Cartwright has
Speaker 1: brought up some supplies. What's this paper? So you have
Speaker 1: been to comb Tracy? Have you? Yes? To see missus
Speaker 1: Laura Lyons? Exactly well done. Our researches have evidently been
Speaker 1: running on parallel lines, and when we unite our results,
Speaker 1: I expect we shall have a fairly full knowledge of
Speaker 1: the case. Well, I am glad from my heart that
Speaker 1: you are here, for indeed, the responsibility and the mystery
Speaker 1: were both becoming too much for my nerves. But how
Speaker 1: in the name of wonder did you come here? And
Speaker 1: what have you been doing? I thought that you were
Speaker 1: in Baker Street working out that case of blackmailing. That
Speaker 1: was what I wished you to think. Then you use me,
Speaker 1: and yet do not trust me. I cried with some bitterness.
Speaker 1: I think that I have deserved better at your hands homes,
Speaker 1: My dear fellow, you have been invaluable to me in
Speaker 1: this as in many other cases, and I beg that
Speaker 1: you will forgive me if I have seemed to play
Speaker 1: a trick upon you. In truth, it was partly for
Speaker 1: your own sake that I did it, and it was
Speaker 1: my appreciation of the danger which you ran which led
Speaker 1: me to come down and examine the matter for myself.
Speaker 1: Had I been with Sir Henry and you, it is
Speaker 1: confident that my point of view would have been the
Speaker 1: same as yours, and my presence would have warned our
Speaker 1: very formidable opponents to be on their guard. As it is,
Speaker 1: I have been able to get about as I could
Speaker 1: not possibly have done had I been living in the hall.
Speaker 1: And I remain an unknown factor in the business, ready
Speaker 1: to throw in all my weight at a critical moment.
Speaker 1: But why keep me in the dark for you to
Speaker 1: know could not have helped us and might possibly have
Speaker 1: led to my discovery. You would have wished to tell
Speaker 1: me something, or in your kindness, you would have brought
Speaker 1: me out some comfort or other, And so an unnecessary
Speaker 1: risk would be run. I brought Cartwright down with me.
Speaker 1: You remember the little chap at the express office, and
Speaker 1: he has seen after my simple wants a loaf of
Speaker 1: bread and a clean collar. What does man want more?
Speaker 1: He has given me an extra pair of eyes upon
Speaker 1: a very active pair of feet, and both have been invaluable.
Speaker 1: Then my reports have all been wasted. My voice trembled
Speaker 1: as I recalled the pains and the pride with which
Speaker 1: I had composed them. Holmes took a bundle of papers
Speaker 1: from his pocket. Here are your reports, my dear fellow,
Speaker 1: and very well thumbed. I assure you I made excellent arrangements,
Speaker 1: and they are only delayed one day. Upon their way.
Speaker 1: I must compliment you exceedingly upon the zeal and the
Speaker 1: intelligence which you have shown over an extraordinarily difficult case.
Speaker 1: I was still rather raw over the deception which had
Speaker 1: been practiced upon me, but the warmth of Holmes's praise
Speaker 1: drove my anger from my mind. I felt also in
Speaker 1: my heart that he was right in what he said,
Speaker 1: and that it was really best for our purpose that
Speaker 1: I should not have known that he was upon the moor.
Speaker 1: That's better, said he seeing the shadow rise from my face,
Speaker 1: and now tell me the result of your visit to
Speaker 1: missus Laura Irons. It was not difficult for me to
Speaker 1: guess that it was to see her that you had gone,
Speaker 1: for I am already aware that she is the one
Speaker 1: person in Combe Tracy who might be of service to
Speaker 1: us in the matter. In fact, if you had not
Speaker 1: gone to day, it is exceedingly probable that I should
Speaker 1: have gone tomorrow. The sun had set and dusk was
Speaker 1: settling over the moor. The air had turned chill, and
Speaker 1: we withdrew into the hut for warmth. There, sitting together
Speaker 1: in the twilight, I told Holmes of my conversation with
Speaker 1: the lady. So interested was he that I had to
Speaker 1: repeat some of it twice before he was satisfied. This
Speaker 1: is most important, said he, when I had concluded. It
Speaker 1: fills up a gap which I had been unable to
Speaker 1: bridge in this most complex affair. You are aware, perhaps
Speaker 1: that a close intimacy exists between this lady and the
Speaker 1: man Stapleton. I did not know of a close intimacy.
Speaker 1: There can be no doubt about the matter. They meet,
Speaker 1: they write, there is a complete understanding between them. Now
Speaker 1: this puts a very powerful weapon into our hands if
Speaker 1: I could only use it to detach his wife. His wife.
Speaker 1: I am giving you some information now in return for
Speaker 1: all that you have given me. The lady who has
Speaker 1: passed here as Miss Stapleton, is in reality his wife.
Speaker 1: Good Heavens, Holmes, are you sure of what you say?
Speaker 1: How could he have permitted Sir Henry to fall in
Speaker 1: love with her? Sir Henry's falling in love could do
Speaker 1: no harm to anyone except Sir Henry. He took particular
Speaker 1: care that Sir Henry did not make love to her,
Speaker 1: as you have yourself observed. I repeat that the lady
Speaker 1: is his wife and not his sister. But why this
Speaker 1: elaborate deception? Because he foresaw that she would be very
Speaker 1: much more useful to him in the character of a
Speaker 1: free woman. All my unspoken instincts, my vague suspicion suddenly
Speaker 1: took shape and centered upon the naturalist. In that impassive,
Speaker 1: colorless man with his straw hat and his butterfly net,
Speaker 1: I seem to see something terrible, a creature of infinite
Speaker 1: patience and craft, with a smiling face and a murderous heart.
Speaker 1: It is he, then, who is our enemy. It is
Speaker 1: he who dogged us in London. So I read the
Speaker 1: riddle and the warning. It must have come from her,
Speaker 1: exactly the shape of some monstrous villany, half seen, half guessed,
Speaker 1: loomed through the darkness which had girt me so long.
Speaker 1: But are you sure of this, Holmes? How do you
Speaker 1: know that the woman is his wife? Because he so
Speaker 1: far forgot himself as to tell you a true piece
Speaker 1: of autobiography upon the occasion when he first met you,
Speaker 1: and I dare say he has many a time regretted it,
Speaker 1: since he was once a schoolmaster in the north of England.
Speaker 1: Now there is no one more easy to trace than
Speaker 1: a schoolmaster. There are scholastic agencies by which one may
Speaker 1: identify any man who has been in the profession. A
Speaker 1: little investigation showed me that a school had come to
Speaker 1: grief under atrocious circumstances, and that the man who had
Speaker 1: owned it the name was different, had disappeared with his wife.
Speaker 1: The descriptions agreed. When I learned that the missing man
Speaker 1: was devoted to entomology, the identification was complete. The darkness
Speaker 1: was rising, but much was still hidden by the shadows.
Speaker 1: If this woman is in truth his wife, where does
Speaker 1: missus Laura Lyons come in, I asked, that is one
Speaker 1: of the points upon which your own researches have shed
Speaker 1: a light. Your interview with the lady has cleared the
Speaker 1: situation very much. I did not know about a projected
Speaker 1: divorce between herself and her husband. In that case, regarding
Speaker 1: Stapleton as an unmarried man, she counted no doubt upon
Speaker 1: becoming his wife. And when she is undeceived, why then
Speaker 1: we may find the lady of service. It must be
Speaker 1: our duty to see her, both of us to morrow.
Speaker 1: Don't you think, Watson, that you are away from your
Speaker 1: charge rather long? Your place should be at Baskerville Hall.
Speaker 1: The last red streaks had faded away in the west,
Speaker 1: and night had settled upon the moor. A few faint
Speaker 1: stars were gleaming in a violent sky. One last question, Holmes,
Speaker 1: I said, as I rose, surely there is no need
Speaker 1: of secrecy between you and me. What is the meaning
Speaker 1: of it all? What is he after? Holmes's voice sank
Speaker 1: as he answered, it is murder, Watson refined, cold blooded,
Speaker 1: deliberate murder. Do not ask me for particulars. My nets
Speaker 1: are closing upon him, even as his are upon Sir Henry,
Speaker 1: and with your help he is already almost at my mercy.
Speaker 1: There is but one danger which can threaten us. It
Speaker 1: is that he should strike before we are ready to
Speaker 1: do so. Another day, two at the most, and I
Speaker 1: have my case complete. But until then, guard your charge
Speaker 1: as closely as ever a fond mother watched her ailing child.
Speaker 1: Your mission to day has justified itself, and yet I
Speaker 1: could almost wish that you had not left his side. Hark,
Speaker 1: A terrible scream, a prolonged yell of horror and anguish,
Speaker 1: burst out of the silence of the moor. That frightful
Speaker 1: cry turned the blood to ice in my veins. Oh
Speaker 1: my god, I gasped, What is it? What does it mean?
Speaker 1: Holmes had sprung to his feet. I saw his dark
Speaker 1: athletic outline at the door of the hut, his shoulders stooping,
Speaker 1: his head thrust forward, his face peering into the darkness. Hush,
Speaker 1: he whispered. Hush. The cry had been loud on account
Speaker 1: of its vehemence, but it had peeled out from somewhere
Speaker 1: far off on the shadowy plain. Now it burst upon
Speaker 1: our ears, nearer, louder, more urgent than before. Where is it?
Speaker 1: Holmes whispered? And I knew from the thrill of his
Speaker 1: voice that he the man of Iron, was shaken to
Speaker 1: the soul. Where is it, Watson, There, I think, I
Speaker 1: pointed into the darkness. No, there again, the agonized cry
Speaker 1: swept through the silent night, louder and much nearer than ever,
Speaker 1: and a new sound mingled with it, a deep, muttered rumble,
Speaker 1: musical and yet menacing, rising and falling like the low
Speaker 1: concert and murmur of the sea. The hound cried, Holmes, come, Whatson,
Speaker 1: come grit. Heavens if we are too late. He had
Speaker 1: started running swiftly over the moor, and I had followed
Speaker 1: at his heels. But now, from somewhere among the broken ground,
Speaker 1: immediately in front of us, there came one last, despairing yell,
Speaker 1: and then a dull, heavy thud. We halted and listened.
Speaker 1: Not another sound broke the heavy silence of the windless night.
Speaker 1: I saw Holmes put his hand to his forehead like
Speaker 1: a man distracted. He stamped his feet upon the ground.
Speaker 1: He has beaten us, Watson, we are too late. No, no,
Speaker 1: surely not fool that I was to hold my hand
Speaker 1: and you, Watson, see what comes of abandoning your charge.
Speaker 1: But by heaven, if the worst has happened. We'll avenge him. Blindly,
Speaker 1: we ran through the gloom, blundering against boulders, forcing our
Speaker 1: way through gorse bushes, panting up hills, and rushing down slopes,
Speaker 1: heading always in the direction whence those dreadful sounds had
Speaker 1: come at every rise. Holmes looked eagerly round him that
Speaker 1: the shadows were thick upon the moor, and nothing moved
Speaker 1: upon its dreary face. Can you see anything? Nothing but hark?
Speaker 1: What is that? A low moan had fallen upon our ears?
Speaker 1: There it was again upon our left. On that side
Speaker 1: a ridge of rocks ended in a sheer cliff, which
Speaker 1: overlooked a stone strewn slope. On its jagged face was
Speaker 1: spread eagled some dark, irregular object. As we ran toward it,
Speaker 1: the vague outline hardened into a definite shape. It was
Speaker 1: a prostrate man, face downward upon the ground, the head
Speaker 1: doubled under him at a horrible angle, the shoulders rounded,
Speaker 1: and the body hunched together, as if in the act
Speaker 1: of throwing a somersault. So grotesque was the attitude that
Speaker 1: I could not for the inn, and realized that that
Speaker 1: moan had been the passing of his soul. Not a whisper,
Speaker 1: not a rustle, rose now from the dark figure over
Speaker 1: which we stooped. Holmes laid his hand upon him, and
Speaker 1: held it up again with an exclamation of horror. The
Speaker 1: gleam of the match which he struck shone upon his
Speaker 1: clotted fingers, and upon the ghastly pool which widened slowly
Speaker 1: from the crushed skull of the victim. And it shone
Speaker 1: upon something else which turned our hearts sick and faint
Speaker 1: within us, the body of Sir Henry Baskerville. There was
Speaker 1: no chance of either of us forgetting that peculiar ruddy
Speaker 1: tweed suit, the very one which he had worn on
Speaker 1: the first morning that we had seen him in Baker Street.
Speaker 1: We caught the one clear glimpse of it. And then
Speaker 1: the match flickered and went out, even as the hope
Speaker 1: had gone out of our souls. Holmes groaned, and his
Speaker 1: face glimmered white through the darkness. The brute, the brute,
Speaker 1: I cried, with clenched hands, Oh Holmes, I shall never
Speaker 1: forgive myself for having left him to his fate. I
Speaker 1: am more to blame than you, Watson. In order to
Speaker 1: have my case well rounded and complete, I have thrown
Speaker 1: away the life of my client. It is the greatest
Speaker 1: blow which has befallen me in my career. But how
Speaker 1: could I know? How could I know that he would
Speaker 1: risk his life alone upon the moor, in the face
Speaker 1: of all my warnings, that we should have heard his screams,
Speaker 1: My God, those screams, and yet have been unable to
Speaker 1: save him. Where is this brute of a hound which
Speaker 1: drove him to his death? It may be lurking among
Speaker 1: these rocks at this instant, and Stapleton, where is he?
Speaker 1: He shall answer for this deed. He shall. I will
Speaker 1: see to that uncle and nephew have been murdered, the
Speaker 1: one frightened to death by the very sight of a
Speaker 1: beast which he thought to be supernatural, the other driven
Speaker 1: to his end in his wild flight to escape from it.
Speaker 1: But now we have to prove the connection between the
Speaker 1: man and the beast. Save from what we heard, we
Speaker 1: cannot even swear to the existence of the latter, since
Speaker 1: Sir Henry has evidently died from the fall. But by Heavens,
Speaker 1: cunning as he is, the fellow shall be in my
Speaker 1: power before another day is pasted. We stood with bitter
Speaker 1: hearts on either side of the mangled body, overwhelmed by
Speaker 1: this sudden and irrevocable disaster which had brought all our
Speaker 1: long and weary labors to so piteous an end. Then,
Speaker 1: as the moon rose, we climbed to the top of
Speaker 1: the rocks over which our poor friend had fallen, and
Speaker 1: from the summit we gazed out over the shadowy moor,
Speaker 1: half silver and half gloom. Far away, miles off in
Speaker 1: the direction of Grimpen, a single, steady yellow light light
Speaker 1: was shining. It could only come from the lonely abode
Speaker 1: of the Stapletons. With a bitter curse, I shook my
Speaker 1: fist at it as I gazed. Why should we not
Speaker 1: seize him at once? Our case is not complete. The
Speaker 1: fellow is weary and cunning to the last degree. It
Speaker 1: is not what we know, but what we can prove.
Speaker 1: If we make one false move, the villain may escape us.
Speaker 1: Yet what can we do? There will be plenty for
Speaker 1: us to do to morrow to night. We can only
Speaker 1: perform the last offices to our poor friend. Together we
Speaker 1: made our way down the precipitous slope and approached the body,
Speaker 1: black and clear against the silvered stones. The agony of
Speaker 1: those contorted limbs struck me with a spasm of pain
Speaker 1: and blurred my eyes with tears. We must send for
Speaker 1: help homes. We cannot carry him all the way to
Speaker 1: the hall. Good heavens, are you mad? He had uttered
Speaker 1: a cry and bent over the body. Now he was
Speaker 1: dancing and laughing and wringing my hand. Could this be
Speaker 1: my stern self contained friend? These were hidden fires? Indeed,
Speaker 1: a beard a beard. The man has a beard. A beard.
Speaker 1: It is not the baronet, it is why it is
Speaker 1: my neighbor, the convict. With feverish haste. We had turned
Speaker 1: the body over, and that dripping beard was pointing up
Speaker 1: to the cold, clear moon. There could be no doubt
Speaker 1: about the beetling forehead, the sunken animal eyes. It was
Speaker 1: indeed the same face which had glared upon me in
Speaker 1: the light of the candle from over the rock, the
Speaker 1: face of Selden the criminal. Then, in an instant it
Speaker 1: was all clear to me. I remembered how the baronet
Speaker 1: had told me that he had handed his old wardrobe
Speaker 1: to Barrymore. Barrymore had passed it on in order to
Speaker 1: help Selden in his escape. Boot's shirt cap. It was
Speaker 1: all Sir Henry's. The tragedy was still black enough. But
Speaker 1: this man had at least deserved death by the laws
Speaker 1: of his country. I told Holmes how the matter stood,
Speaker 1: my heart bubbling over with thankfulness and joy. Then the
Speaker 1: clothes have been the poor devil's death, said he. It
Speaker 1: is clear enough that the hound has been laid on
Speaker 1: from some article of Sir Henry's, the boot which was
Speaker 1: abstracted in the hotel in all probability, and so ran
Speaker 1: this man down. There is one very singular thing, however,
Speaker 1: how came Selden in the darkness to know that the
Speaker 1: hound was on his trail? He hurt him. To hear
Speaker 1: a hound upon the moor would not work a hard
Speaker 1: man like this convict into such a paroxysm of terror
Speaker 1: that he would risk recapture by screaming wildly for help.
Speaker 1: By his cries, he must have run a long way
Speaker 1: after he knew the animal was on his track. How
Speaker 1: did he know? A greater mystery to me is why
Speaker 1: this hound? Presuming that all our conjectures are correct, I
Speaker 1: presume nothing. Well, then why this hound should be loose
Speaker 1: to night? I suppose that it does not always run
Speaker 1: loose upon the moor? Stapleton would not let it go
Speaker 1: unless he had reason to think that Sir Henry would
Speaker 1: be there. My difficulty is the more formidable of the two,
Speaker 1: for I think that we shall very shortly get an
Speaker 1: explanation of yours, while mine may remain forever a mystery.
Speaker 1: The question now is what shall we do with this
Speaker 1: poor wretch's body. We cannot leave it here to the
Speaker 1: foxes and the ravens. I suggest that we put it
Speaker 1: in one of the huts until we can communicate with
Speaker 1: the police. Exactly, I have no doubt that you and
Speaker 1: I could carry it so far. Hello Watson, what's this?
Speaker 1: It's the man himself? By all, that's wonderful and audacious.
Speaker 1: Not a word to show your suspicions. Not a word,
Speaker 1: or my plans trumble to the ground. A figure was
Speaker 1: approaching us over the moor, and I saw the dull
Speaker 1: red glow of a cigar. The moon shone upon him,
Speaker 1: and I could distinguish the dapper shape and jaunty walk
Speaker 1: of the naturalist. He stopped when he saw us, and
Speaker 1: then came on again. Why, doctor Watson, that's not you,
Speaker 1: is it? You are the last man that I should
Speaker 1: have expected to see out on the moor. At this
Speaker 1: time of night. But dear me, what's this? Somebody hurt?
Speaker 1: Not tell me that it is our friend, Sir Henry.
Speaker 1: He hurried past me and stooped over the dead man.
Speaker 1: I heard a sharp intake of his breath, and the
Speaker 1: cigar fell from his fingers. Who Who's this, he stammered,
Speaker 1: It is seldom the man who escaped from Princetown. Stapleton
Speaker 1: turned a ghastly face upon us, But by a supreme
Speaker 1: effort he had overcome his amazement and his disappointment. He
Speaker 1: looked sharply from Holmes to me. Dear me, what a
Speaker 1: very shocking affair. How did he die? He appears to
Speaker 1: have broken his neck by falling over these rocks. My
Speaker 1: friend and I were strolling on the moor when we
Speaker 1: heard a cry. I heard a cry also. That was
Speaker 1: what brought me out. I was uneasy about Sir Henry.
Speaker 1: Why about Sir Henry in particular? I could not help asking,
Speaker 1: because I had suggested that he should come over. When
Speaker 1: he did not come, I was surprised, and I naturally
Speaker 1: became alarmed for his safety. When I heard cries upon
Speaker 1: the moor by the way, his eyes darted again from
Speaker 1: my face to Holmes's Did you hear anything else besides
Speaker 1: a cry? No? Said Holmes, Did you no? What do
Speaker 1: you mean then? Oh? You know the stories that the
Speaker 1: peasants tell about the phantom hound and so on. It
Speaker 1: is said to be heard at night upon the moor.
Speaker 1: I was wondering if there were any evidence of such
Speaker 1: a sound to night. We heard nothing of the kind,
Speaker 1: said I. And what is your theory of this poor
Speaker 1: fellow's death? I have no doubt that anxiety and exposure
Speaker 1: have driven him off his head. He has rushed about
Speaker 1: the moor in a crazy state and eventually fallen over
Speaker 1: here and broken his neck. That seems the most reasonable theory,
Speaker 1: said Stapleton, and he gave a sigh, which I took
Speaker 1: to indicate his relief. What do you think about it,
Speaker 1: mister Sherlock Holmes? My friend bowed his compliments. You are
Speaker 1: quick at identification, said he. We have been expecting you
Speaker 1: in these parts since doctor Watson came down. You are
Speaker 1: in time to see a tragedy. Yes, indeed, I have
Speaker 1: no doubt that my friend's explanation will cover the facts.
Speaker 1: I will take an unpleasant remembrance back to London with
Speaker 1: me to morrow. Oh, you return to morrow. That is
Speaker 1: my intention. I hope your visit has cast some light
Speaker 1: upon those occurrences which have puzzled us Homes shrugged his shoulders.
Speaker 1: One cannot always have the success for which one hopes.
Speaker 1: An investigator needs facts and not legends or rumors. It
Speaker 1: has not been a satisfactory case, my friend spoke in
Speaker 1: his frankest and most unconcerned manner. Stapleton still looked hard
Speaker 1: at him. Then he turned to me. I would suggest
Speaker 1: carrying this poor fellow to my house, but it would
Speaker 1: give my sister such a fright that I do not
Speaker 1: feel justified in doing it. I think that if we
Speaker 1: put something over his face, he will be safe until morning,
Speaker 1: and so it was arranged. Resisting Stapleton's offer of hospitality,
Speaker 1: Holmes and I set off to Baskerville Hall, leaving the
Speaker 1: naturalists to return alone. Looking back, we saw the figure
Speaker 1: moving slowly away over the broad moor, and behind him
Speaker 1: that one black smudge on the silvered slope, which showed
Speaker 1: where the man was lying, who had come so horribly
Speaker 1: to his end,