turned back to that other clue which was to be sought for among the
stone huts upon the moor. There are hundreds to search but I would
start near the Black Tor, where I had seen the man standing. I should
find out from his own lips, at the point of my revolver if necessary,
who he is & why he has dogged us for so long. He might slip away from
us in the crowd of Regent Street, but it would puzzle him to do so upon
the lonely moor. Holmes had missed him in London. It would be a triumph
if I can run him to earth where my master had failed.
Luck came to my aid when I met Mr. Frankland, who was standing, grey-
whiskered & red-faced, outside the gate of his garden, which opened on to
the high-road along which I travelled. He asked me in for a glass of wine,
and so that I could congratulate him. I was not feeling very well-disposed
toward the man, because of his treatment of his daughter, but I sent
