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Doyle, Arthur Conan

"The Hound Of The Baskervilles"

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 single steady yellow light was shining. It could only come from the lonely abode of the Stapletons. 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 precipitous slope and approached the body, black and clear against the silvered stones. The agony of those contorted limbs struck me with a spasm of pain and blurred my eyes with tears.


? ? ? ? "We must send for help, Holmes! We cannot carry him all the way to the Hall. Good heavens, are you mad?"


? ? ? ? He had uttered a cry and bent over the body. Now he was dancing and laughing and wringing my hand.


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