a crazy state and eventually fallen over the rocks and broken his
neck.
Stapleton recognized Holmes, and said that he had been expecting the 
detective on Dartmoor ever since I came down. To my great surprise,
Holmes remarked that he was returning to London tomorrow because this
had not been a very satisfactory case, and one could not always have
the success for which one hoped. We agreed to leave the body where it
lay, with something over its face, until morning, for Stapleton
announced that to take it to Merripit might give his sister too much of
a shock. Resisting the naturalist's offer of hospitality for ourselves,
Holmes & I set off for Baskerville Hall.  We talked on the way back about
the devilish cunning of our opponent, and how too much confidence in
one's own cleverness could be one's undoing.
