bones showed where the animal had been confined. A skeleton 
with a tangle of brown hair adhering to it lay among the debris.
"A dog!" said Holmes. "By jove, a curly-haired spaniel."
It was evident that this was where the beast had been kept 
secret, though its voice could not always be silenced. We found
a tin of paste which was no doubt the luminous mixture with 
which the creature was daubed.  It was suggested, of course, 
said Holmes, by the story of the family hell-hound, and by the 
desire to frighten old Sir Charles to death.  No, wonder, 
added Holmes, that the poor devil of a convict man had screamed, 
as we ourselves might have done, when he saw such a creature 
bounding through the darkness of the moor upon his track. It 
was a cunning device, for, apart from the chance of driving 
your victim to his death, what peasant would venture to inquire 
too closely into such a creature should he get sight of it, as
many have done, upon the moor?
