? ? ? ? A figure was approaching us over the moor, and I saw the dull red glow of a cigar. The moon shone upon him, and I could distinguish the dapper shape and jaunty walk of the naturalist. He stopped when he saw us, and then came on again.
? ? ? ? "Why, Dr. Watson, that's not you, is it? You are the last man that I should have expected to see out on the moor at this time of night. But, dear me, what's this? Somebody hurt? Not -- don't tell me that it is our friend Sir Henry!" He hurried past me and stooped over the dead man. I heard a sharp intake of his breath and the cigar fell from his fingers.
? ? ? ? "Who -- who's this?" he stammered.
? ? ? ? "It is Selden, the man who escaped from Princetown."
? ? ? ? Stapleton turned a ghastly face upon us, but by a supreme effort he had overcome his amazement and his disappointment. He looked sharply from Holmes to me.
? ? ? ? "Dear me! What a very shocking affair! How did he die?"
? ? ? ? "He appears to have broken his neck by falling over these rocks. My friend and I were strolling on the moor when we heard a cry.
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