? ? ? ? "Did you see him then?"
? ? ? ? "No, sir, but the food was gone when next I went that way."
? ? ? ? "Then he was certainly there?"
? ? ? ? "So you would think, sir, unless it was the other man who took it."
? ? ? ? I sat with my coffee-cup halfway to my lips and stared at Barrymore.
? ? ? ? "You know that there is another man then?"
? ? ? ? "Yes, sir; there is another man upon the moor."
? ? ? ? "Have you seen him?"
? ? ? ? "No, sir."
? ? ? ? "How do you know of him then?"
? ? ? ? "Selden told me of him, sir, a week ago or more. He's in hiding, too, but he's not a convict as far as I can make out. I don't like it, Dr. Watson -- I tell you straight, sir, that I don't like it." He spoke with a sudden passion of earnestness.
? ? ? ? "Now, listen to me, Barrymore! I have no interest in this matter but that of your master. I have come here with no object except to help him. Tell me, frankly, what it is that you don't like.
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