were thick upon the and nothing moved upon its dreary face can you see anything nothing but hark what is that a low moan had fallen upon our ears there i death on the r s again upon our left i on that side a ridge ol ended in a sheer cliff which overlooked a strewn slope on its jagged face was some dark irregular object as we ran towards it the vague outline hardened into a definite shape it was a prostrate man face downwards upon the ground the head doubled under him at a horrible angle the shoulders rounded and the body together as if in the act of throwing a so grotesque was the attitude that i could not for the instant that that moan had been the passing of his soul not a whisper not a rustle rose now from the dark figure over which we stooped laid his hand upon him and held it up again with an exclamation of horror the gleam of the match which he struck shone upon his fingers and upon the ghastly pool which slowly from the crushed of the victim and it shone upon something else which turned our hearts sick and faint within the body of sir henry there was no chance of either of us forgetting that peculiar ruddy suit � the very one which he had worn on the first morning that we had seen him in baker street we caught the one clear glimpse of it and then the match and went out even as the hope had gone out of our souls groaned and his face white through the darkness the brute the brute i i with clenched the round of the b a e r vi ll ji hands oh i shall never forgive for having left him to his fate i am more to blame than you in or to have my case well rounded and complete have thrown away the life of my it is the greatest blow which has befallen me in my career but how could i know � how could i know � that he would risk his alone upon the in the face of all my that we should have heard his screams � my god those screams � and yet have been unable to save him i where is this brute of a hound which drove him to his death it may be lurking among these rocks at this instant and is he he shall answer for this deed � he shall i will see to that uncle nephew have been murdered � the one frightened to death by the very sight of a beast which he thought to be supernatural the other driven to his end in his wild flight to escape from it but now we have to prove the connection between the man and the beast save from what we heard we cannot even swear to the existence of the latter since sir henry has evidently died from the fall but by heavens cunning as he is the fellow shall be in my power before another day is past we stood with bitter hearts on either side of the body overwhelmed by this sudden and disaster which had brought all our long and weary labours to so piteous an end then i death on the the moon rose we climbed to the top of the rocks over which cur poor friend had fallen and from the summit we gazed out over the shadowy halt silver and half gloom far away miles off in the direction of a single steady yellow light was shining it could only come from the lonely abode of the with a bitter curse i shook my fist at it as i gazed why should we not seize him at once our case is not complete the fellow is wary and cunning to the last degree it is not what we know but what we can prove if we make one false move the villain may escape us yet what can we do there will be plenty for us to do to morrow to night we can only perform the last offices to our poor friend together we made our way down the slope and approached the body black and clear against the stones the agony of those limbs struck me with a of pain and my eyes with tears we mu t send for help we cannot carry him all the way to the hall good are you mad he had uttered a cry and bent over the body now he was dancing and laughing and wringing my hand could this be my stern self contained friend these were hidden fires indeed a beard a beard the man has a beard the hound op tbe a beard it is not the � it is � why it is neighbour the with feverish haste we had turned the body over l and that dripping beard was pointing up to the cold � l clear moon there could be no doubt about the i forehead the sunken animal eyes it was j indeed the same face which had glared upon in the light of the candle from over the rock � the face of the criminal then in an instant it was all clear to me i remembered how the had told me that he had handed his old wardrobe to had passed it on in order to help j in his escape boots shirt cap � it was all sir j henry s the tragedy was still black enough but this man had at least deserved death by the laws of his country i told how the matter stood my heart over with and joy then the clothes have been the poor i death said he it is clear enough that the i hound has been laid on from some article of sir j henry s � the boot which 