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of his greeting was not altogether a cordial one.

β€œWell, Jack, you are very hot.”

β€œYes, I was chasing a Cyclopides. He is very rare and seldom found in the late autumn. What a pity that I should have missed him!” He spoke unconcernedly, but his small light eyes glanced incessantly from the girl to me.

β€œYou have introduced yourselves, I can see.”

β€œYes. I was telling Sir Henry that it was rather late for him to see the true beauties of the moor.”

β€œWhy, who do you think this is?”

β€œI imagine that it must be Sir Henry Baskerville.”

β€œNo, no,” said I. β€œOnly a humble commoner, but his friend. My name is Dr. Watson.”

A flush of vexation passed over her expressive face. β€œWe have been talking at cross purposes,” said she.

β€œWhy, you had not very much time for talk,” her brother remarked with the same questioning eyes.

β€œI talked as if Dr. Watson were a resident instead of being merely a visitor,” said she. β€œIt cannot much matter to him whether it is early or late for the orchids. But you will come on, will you not, and see Merripit House?”

A short walk brought us to it, a bleak moorland house, once the farm of some grazier in the old prosperous days, but now put into repair and turned into a modern dwelling. An orchard surrounded it, but the trees, as is usual upon the moor, were stunted and nipped, and the effect of the whole place was mean and melancholy. We were admitted by a strange, wizened, rusty-coated old manservant, who seemed in keeping with the house. Inside, however, there were large rooms furnished with an elegance in which I seemed to recognize the taste of the lady. As I looked from their windows at the interminable granite-flecked moor rolling unbroken to the farthest horizon I could not but marvel at what could have brought this highly educated man and this beautiful woman to live in such a place.

β€œQueer spot to choose, is it not?” said he as if in answer to my thought. β€œAnd yet we manage to make ourselves fairly happy, do we not, Beryl?”

β€œQuite happy,” said she, but there was no ring of conviction in her words.

β€œI had a school,” said Stapleton. β€œIt was in the north country. The work to a man of my temperament was mechanical and uninteresting, but the privilege of living with youth, of helping to mould those young minds, and of impressing them with one’s own character and ideals was very dear to me. However, the fates were against us. A serious epidemic broke out in the school and three of the boys died. It never recovered from the blow, and much of my capital was irretrievably swallowed up. And yet, if it were not for the loss of the charming companionship of the boys, I could rejoice over my own misfortune, for, with my strong tastes for botany and zoology, I find an unlimited field of work here, and my sister is as devoted to Nature as I am. All this, Dr. Watson, has been brought upon your head by your expression as you surveyed the moor out of our window.”

β€œIt certainly did cross my mind that it might be a little dull⁠—less for you, perhaps, than for your sister.”

β€œNo, no, I am never dull,” said she quickly.

β€œWe have books, we have our studies, and we have interesting neighbours. Dr. Mortimer is a most learned man in his own line. Poor Sir Charles was also an admirable companion. We knew him well and miss him more than I can tell. Do you think that I should intrude if I were to call this afternoon and make the acquaintance of Sir Henry?”

β€œI am sure that he would be delighted.”

β€œThen perhaps you would mention that I propose to do so. We may in our humble way do something to make things more easy for him until he becomes accustomed to his new surroundings. Will you come upstairs, Dr. Watson, and inspect my collection of Lepidoptera? I think it is the most complete one in the southwest of England. By the time that you have looked through them lunch will be almost ready.”

But I was eager to get back to my charge. The melancholy of the moor, the death of the unfortunate pony, the weird sound which had been associated with the grim legend of the Baskervilles, all these things tinged my thoughts with sadness. Then on the top of these more or less vague impressions there had come the definite and distinct warning of Miss Stapleton, delivered with such intense earnestness that I could not doubt that some grave and deep reason lay behind it. I resisted all pressure to stay for lunch, and I set off at once upon my return journey, taking the grass-grown path by which we had come.

It seems, however, that there must have been some shortcut for those who knew it, for before I had reached the road I was astounded to see Miss Stapleton sitting upon a rock by the side of the track. Her face was beautifully flushed with her exertions and she held her hand to her side.

β€œI have run all the way in order to cut you off, Dr. Watson,” said she. β€œI had not even time to put on my hat. I must not stop, or my brother may miss me. I wanted to say to you how sorry I am about the stupid mistake I made in thinking that you were Sir Henry. Please forget the words I said, which have no application whatever to you.”

β€œBut I can’t forget them, Miss Stapleton,” said I. β€œI am Sir Henry’s friend, and his welfare is a very close concern of mine. Tell me why it was that you were so eager that Sir Henry should return to London.”

β€œA woman’s whim, Dr. Watson. When you know me better you will understand that I cannot always give reasons for what I say or do.”

β€œNo, no. I remember the thrill in your voice. I remember the look in your

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