The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1902-09-28

I tons so that he might have a refuge. That
is where he would fy."
The fog-bank lay like white wool against
the window. Holmes held the lamp toward
it.
See" said he. NO one could find his
way into the Grimpen Mire tonight"
She laughed and clapped her hands. Her
eyes and teeth cleaned with fierce merri-
ment.
He may find his way in. but never OUT
she cried. How can he see the guiding
wands tonight? We planned them together
he and L. TO mark the pathway through the
mire. oh. IL / could only have p!ucked
them out to-day. Then indeed you would
have had him at your mercy-'
1t was evident to US that all pursuit was
In vain until the fog had lifted Mean
while We left Lestrade in possession OF the
house while Holmes and / went back with
the Baronet to Baskerville Hall The
story OF the Stapletons could no longer be
withheld from him. but he took the blow
braveIv when he learned the truth about
the woman whom he had loved. But the
shock OF the nights adventures had shat
tered his nerves. and before morning.he lay
d~elirious in a high fever. under the care
of Doctor Mortimer The two OF them
we're destined to travel together round the
world before Sir Henry had become once
been before he became master of that ILL
omened estate.
And now 1 come rapidly to the conclusion
OF this singular narrative. in which i have
tried to make the reader share those dark
fears ana vague surmises which clouded
our lives so long. and ended in so tragic a
manner. On the morning after the death
OF the hound the fog had lifted and we
we're guided by Mrs. Stapletou TO the point
where they had found a pathway through
the bog. 1t helped US to realize the horror
OF his woman's life when We saw the
a,.arraea and for with which she laid MS
on her husbands track. We left her stand
ing upon the thin peninsula OF firm, peaty
soil which tapered out into the widespread
bog. From the end OF IL n small wand
planted here ard there showed where the
path zig-zagged from tuft TO tuft of rushes
among those g-reen-scummed pits and foul
quagmires which barred the way TO the
stranger. Rank reeds and lush. Shiny
water-piants sent an odor of decay and a
heavy miasmatic yapor into our faces.
while a false step plunged US more than
once thigh-deep into the dark. qutveTing
mire. which shock for yards IN soft uneuia-
lions around our feet Its tenacious grip
pIuckei ut OCT heels as we walked. and
when we sank into 4; II was ;s IL some ma
Iiznant hand was Juggling US down into
those obscene depths. so grim and purpose
full was the clutch in which 1t held US. Once
only We saw a trace that some one had
passed that perilous way before US From
amid a tuft of cotton grass which bore Il
up out OF The slime some dark thing was
projecting. Holmes sank to his waist as
he stepped from the path to seize IL. and
had we not been there TO drag him sout'he
could never have set his foot upon trm land
again. He held an Old black boot In the
air. Meyers. Toronto" was printed on
the leather inside
1T is worth q mud BATH said he 1t Is
our friend Sir Henry's missing boot
Thrown there ty Stapieton In his flight
Exactly. lie retained II in his hand after
using IL to set the hound upon the track
Hc fed when he knew the game was up.
sin cIutching g.. And he hurled II away 1T
this poiEt OF his- fight We know at least
that he came this far in safety"
But more than that VIC were never des-
tined to know. though there was much
which we might surmise- There was no
chance o~f'fnding footsteps In the mire. FOR
the rising mud oozed swiftly IN uron them