the Barrymore, because the secrethad been forced from them. We would
simply be doing our duty. I got my revolver, put on my boots and we
started upon our expedition. Sir Henry had his hunting-crop.
The autumn wind moaned dully and the night air was heavy with the
smell of damp & decay. Now and again the moon peeped out for an instant,
but clouds were driving over the face of the sky, and just as we came
out on the moor a thin rain began to fall. The light still burned
steadily in front of us. We knew he was a desperate fellow and we
should have to take him by surprise, but it was ourselves who were
suddenly surprised by that same rising howl that I had heard upon the
borders of the great Grimpen Mire. It died away in a sad moan and then
sounded again, the whole air throbbing with it, strident, in upon us.
The baronet's face glimmered white in the darkness.
