aquaintance. I was eager to get back to my charge. The melancholy
of the moor, the death of the pony, the weird sound associated with
the grim legend of the Baskervilles, the distinct warning of Miss
Stapleton all filled my mind.
Upon my return journey I was met, a little way up the track, by
Miss Stapleton, who had taken a short cut and run to catch me. She
was beautifully flushed and anxious that her brother should not miss
her. She wished me to forget her warning, calling it a woman's whim.
Her brother & herself had been intimate with Sir Charles and she was
naturally anxious there might be some grounds for the fears she had
expressed. She did not wish such things to affect the latest member of
the family who came to live at the Hall. She wished to warn Sir Henry
of the danger, that was all. She could say nothing definite, but
