from Princetown three days ago and warders were watching every road
& station. A reward of five pounds had been offered for information,
but the farmers were too afraid of having their throats cut, for the
convict was the notorious Notting Hill murderer, Selden. I remembered
his case well, for Holmes had taken an interest in it.
A cold wind swept down from the moor and set us shivering. Somewhere
on that desolate plain was lurking this fiendish man, hiding in a
burrow like a wild beast, his heart full of malignancy against the
whole human race which had cast him out. Even Baskerville fell silent,
as the road grew bleaker & wilder over huge russet & olive slopes,
sprinkled with giant boulders. Suddenly we looked down into a cuplike
depression, patched with stunted firs which had been twisted & bent by
the fury of years of storm. Two high, narrow towers rose
