Death on the Moor
He hurried past me and stooped over the dead man. I heard a sharp intake of his breath and the cigar fell from his fingers.
“Who—who’s this?” he stammered.
“It is Selden, the man who escaped from Princetown.”
Stapleton turned a ghastly face upon us, but by a supreme effort he had overcome his amazement and his disappointment. He looked sharply from Holmes to me.
“Dear me! What a very shocking affair! How did he die?”
“He appears to have broken his neck by falling over these rocks. My friend and I were strolling on the moor when we heard a cry.”
“I heard a cry also. That was what brought me out. I was uneasy about Sir Henry.”
“Why about Sir Henry in particular?” I could not help asking.
“Because I had suggested that he should come over. When he did not come I was surprised, and I naturally became alarmed
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