48149 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.
48150 CHAPTER 11 : The Man on the Tor
48151 The extract from my private diary which forms the last chapter has brought my narrative up to the 18th of October, a time when these strange events began to move swiftly towards their terrible conclusion.
48152 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.
48153 I start, then, 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 he met his death, the other that the lurking man upon the moor was to be found among the stone huts upon the hillside.
48154 With these two facts in my possession I felt that either my intelligence or my courage must be deficient if I could not throw some further light upon these dark places.
48155 I had no opportunity to tell the baronet what I had learned about Mrs Lyons upon the evening before, for Dr Mortimer remained with him at cards until it was very late.
48156 At breakfast, however, I informed him about my discovery, and asked him whether he would care to accompany me to Coombe Tracey.
48157 At first he was very eager to come, but on second thoughts it seemed to both of us that if I went alone the results might be better.
48158 The more formal we made the visit the less information we might obtain.
48159 I left Sir Henry behind, therefore, not without some prickings of conscience, and drove off upon my new quest.
48160 When I reached Coombe Tracey I told Perkins to put up the horses, and I made inquiries for the lady whom I had come to interrogate.
48161 I had no difficulty in finding her rooms, which were central and well appointed.
48162 A maid showed me in without ceremony, and as I entered the sitting-room a lady who was sitting before a Remington typewriter sprang up with a pleasant smile of welcome.
48163 Her face fell, however, when she saw that I was a stranger, and she sat down again and asked me the object of my visit.