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　　 over.There was no doubt about it.I had seen the face before,on the night Sir Henry and I had chased Selden over the moor.Then I suddenly remembered,and everything became clear.Sir Henry had told me how he gave his old clothes to Barrymore.I realized that this suit had been among the clothes Barrymore had left for Selden,and I told HolmesThis wasnot adecisionthat Itook lightly. .

　　'Then the clothes have caused the death of the poor man.The hound had been given something of Sir Henry's to smell so that it would pick up his scent and follow him.I think that is why the shoe was taken from the hotel in London.So the hound followed the scent and bunted this man.But there is one thing I don't understand.How did Selden know that the hound was following him? We know he ran a long way.He was screaming for a long time before he fell,and we could hear that he was running as he screamed.So the hound was a long way behind him when he began to run.How could he see it in the dark? How did he know it was there,until it was close be hind him?'

　　'I cannot answer that,'I said,' but there is something else I don' t understand.Why was the hound out on the moor tonight?Stapleton would not let it go out unless he thought Sir Henry was there.'

　　'We may know the answer to that question very soon,'said Holmes.'Here comes Stapleton.'

　　His sharp eyes had seen a figure moving in the darkness in front of us,and

　　s the man came closer,I could see that it was indeed Stapleton.

　　'We must be very careful not to show that we suspect him,'Holmes warned me.

　　Stapleton stopped when he saw us,and then walked forward again.'Dr Watson,is that you?I didn't expect to see you on the moor at this time of night But,dear me,what's this? Somebody hurt? Not—don't tell me that it's our friend Sir Henry!'

　　He went past me and bent over the dead man.I heard him breathe in quickly.

　　'Who…who is this?' he asked,his voice shaking.

　　'It's Selden,the escaped prisoner.'

　　Stapleton quickly managed to hide the look of surprise and disappointment on his face as he turned towards us.He looked sharply from Holmes to me.'Dear me! How terrible! How did he die?'

　　'We think he broke his neck by falling over the edge of these rocks,'I said.

　　'I heard a cry,and that is why I came out.I was worried about Sir Henry,'Stapleton said.

　　'Why were you worried about Sir Henry?'I asked.

　　'Because I had invited him to my house.When he did not come I was surprised.Then,when I heard cries on the moor,I began to worry about him.I wonder'—his eyes went quickly from my face to Holmes'—' did you hear anything else at all?'

　　'No,'said Holmes.'Did you?'

　　'No,'said Stapleton.

　　'What do you mean,then?'

　　'Oh,you know the stories about the supernatural hound.I wondered if it had been here tonight.'

　　'We heard nothing of that kind,'I said.

　　'How do you think this poor man fell to his death?'Staple ton asked.