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come. At every rise Holmes looked
eagerly round him. but the shadows
were thick upon the moor, and moth
ing moved upon it's dreary face.
can you see anything"
Nothing"
But, bark; what is that?"
A low moan had fallen up
on our ears. There II
was again upon our left! On that side
ridge of rocks ended in a sheer cliff
which overlooked a stone-strewn slope
On its jagged face was spread-eagleC
some dark. irregular object. AS we raj
towards it the vague outline hardened
into a definite shape. 1t was pros
trate man face downwards upon the
ground. the head doubled under hin
at a horrible angle, the shoulders
rounded and the body hunched togeth-
er as If in the act OF throwing a sum
mersault. so grotesque was the atti-
tude that l could not for the instant
realize that that moan had been tbs
passing of his soul. Not a whisper. not
a rustic, rose now from the dark fig
ure over which we stopped Holmes
laid his hand upon him. and held it up
again, with an exclamation of horror.
The CLEAN of the match which he
struck shone upon his clotted fingers
and upon the CHASTITY pool which wild
ened slowly from the crushed skull OF
the victim. And il shone upon some
thing else which turned our hearts
sick and faint within us-the body OF
Sir Henry Baskerville,
There was no chance Of either OF us
forgetting that peculiar ruddy tweed
suit-the very one which he had worn
on the first morning that we had seen
him in Baker street. We caught TIE
one clear glimpse of il. and then the
match flickered and went out. even as
the hope had gone out of our souls.
Holmes groaned. and his face glim-
mered white through the darkness.
THE brute the brute," l cried, with
clenched hands. "Oh. Holmes. 1 shall
never forgive myself for having eft
him TO his fate
Il am more to blame than you. Wat
son. In order to have my case we'll
rounded and complete, l have thrown
away the life of my client. 1t is the
greatest blow which has befallen Inc
in my career. But how could 1 know
how could l know-that he would risk
his life alone upon the moor in the
face of all my warnings?"
THAT we should have heard mis-
screams-my God, those screams!-and
yet have been unable to save him:
Where is this brute of a hound which
drove him to his death? 1t may be
lurking among these rocks at this in
slant And Stapleton, where is he? He
shall answer for this deed"
He shall. l will see to that. Uncle
and 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 con-
nection between the man and the beast.
Save from what we heard, we cannot
even swear to the existence of the lat
ter, since Sir Henry has evidently died
from the fall But, by heavens, cum
ming 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 mangled body. overwhelm-
ed by this sudden and IRE vocable dis
aster which had brought all our long
and weary labors to so
piteous an end. Then, as
the moon rose, we climbed to the TOP
of the rocks over which our poor friend
had fallen, and from the summit we
gazed out over the shadowy moor, half
silver and half gloom. Far away, miles
off, in the direction of Grimpen, a sim
could only come from the lonely abode
of the Stapletons. With a bitter curse
1 shook my fist at it as I gazed.
why should we not seize him al
once?"
Our case is not complete The fel.
low is wary and cunning to the las
degree. 1t is not what we know, blu
what we can prove. If we make ont
false move the villain may escape vi
yet"
What can we do?"
There will be plenty for us to dc
tomorrow. Tonight we can only per.
form the last offices to our poor friend.
Together we made our way down the
precipitous. slope and approached tn,
body, black and clear against the sill
vered stones. The agony of those con
torted limbs struck me with a spasn
of pain and blurred my eyes will
tears.
I'VE must send for help, Holmes
We cannot carry him all the way t
the Hall. Good heavens, are yoI
mad?"
He had uttered cry and bent owe
the body. Now he was dancing anC
laughing and wringing my hand CoulC
this be my stern, self-contained friend
These We're hidden fires, indeed
"a beard! A beard! The man has ;
beard!"
"A beard?"
at is not the baronet-it is-why, 1
is my neighbour the convict"
With feVerish haste we had turned
the body over, and that dripping bearc
was pointing up to the cold, clear moon
There could be no doubt about tn,
beetling forehead, the sunken ANNA
eyes. 1t was, indeed, the same fac,
which had glared upon me in the high
of the candle from over the rock-th,
face of Selden, the criminal.
Then in an instant it was all cleal
to me. I remembered how the barone
had told me that he had handed hi
old wardrobe to Barrymore. Barry
more had passed it on in order to hell
Selden in his escape. Boots, shirt, cal
lit was. all Sir Henry's. The TRACED,
was still black enough, but this maj
had at least deserved death by tn
laws of his country. l told Holme
how the matter stood, my heart PUP
bling over with thankfulness and JOY
Then the clothes have been the poo
devils DEATH" said he. at is clea
enough that the hound has been laiC
on from some article of Sir Henry's-
the boot which was distracted in tn
hotel in all proba bility-and so RAJ
this man down. There is one singula
thing, however. How came Selden, il
the darkness, to know that the hounc
was on his trail?"
He heard him"
ITO hear a. hound upol
the moor would not work
hard sman like this convict int,
such a paroXysm of terror that h,
would risk recapture by screaming
wildly for help BY his cries he mus
have run a long way after he knew