when in the moonlight we saw the dapper shape & jaunty walk of the
naturalist, Stapleton, approaching us over the moor, and the dull red
glow of his cigar. He greeted me with surprise, and then stopped
urgently over the body beside us, believing it to be Sir Henry, as we
had. We told him who it was, and he was obviously amazed. He said that
he, too, had heard a cry, which was why he had come over. He had been
uneasy about Sir Henry because he had suggested that the baronet should
come over to Merripit House that evening. When Sir Henry had not come,
he had been alarmed for his safety when he heard the cries upon the moor.
He asked if we heard any other sound, perhaps the hound of which the
peasants sometimes spoke, and said that he himself had not. He asked how
we thought the man had died, and I replied that no doubt anxiety &
exposure had driven him off his head and he had rushed about the moor in
