The Hound of the Baskervilles Part 21 (1/2)
”You know that there is another man then?”
”Yes, sir; there is another man upon the moor”
”Have you seen him?”
”No, sir”
”How do you know of hio or , too, but he's not a convict as far as I can ht, sir, that I don't like it” He spoke with a sudden passion of earnestness
”Now, listen to me, Barrymore! I have no interest in this matter but that of your master I have come here with no object except to help him
Tell me, frankly, what it is that you don't like”
Barryretted his outburst or found it difficult to express his own feelings in words
”It's all these goings-on, sir,” he cried at last, waving his hand towards the rain-lashed hich faced the moor ”There's foul play so, to that I'll swear!
Very glad I should be, sir, to see Sir Henry on his way back to London again!”
”But what is it that alarms you?”
”Look at Sir Charles's death! That was bad enough, for all that the coroner said Look at the noises on the ht There's not a man would cross it after sundown if he was paid for it Look at this stranger hiding out yonder, and watching and waiting! What's he waiting for? What does it ood to anyone of the nalad I shall be to be quit of it all on the day that Sir Henry's new servants are ready to take over the Hall”
”But about this stranger,” said I ”Can you tellabout him? What did Selden say? Did he find out where he hid, or what he was doing?”
”He saw hi away
At first he thought that he was the police, but soon he found that he had soentle he could not make out”
”And where did he say that he lived?”
”A the old houses on the hillside--the stone huts where the old folk used to live”
”But how about his food?”
”Selden found out that he has got a lad orks for hioes to Cooood, Barrymore We may talk further of this soone I walked over to the black , and I looked through a blurred pane at the driving clouds and at the tossing outline of the wind-swept trees It is a wild night indoors, and what must it be in a stone hut upon the moor What passion of hatred can it be which leads a man to lurk in such a place at such a time! And what deep and earnest purpose can he have which calls for such a trial! There, in that hut upon the moor, seems to lie the very centre of that problem which has vexed me so sorely I swear that another day shall not have passed before I have done all that man can do to reach the heart of the mystery
Chapter 11 The Man on the Tor
The extract froht hteenth of October, a tian to move swiftly towards their terrible conclusion
The incidents of the next few days are indelibly graven upon my recollection, and I can tell them without reference to the notes made at the time I start them from the day which succeeded that upon which I had established two facts of great importance, the one that Mrs Laura Lyons of Coombe Tracey had written to Sir Charles Baskerville and made an appointment with him at the very place and hour that hethe stone huts upon the hillside With these two facts in e ht upon these dark places
I had no opportunity to tell the baronet what I had learned about Mrs