Death on the Moor
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
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