48696    'I suggest that we put it in one of the huts until we can communicate with the police.'

48697    'Exactly.

48698    I have no doubt that you and I could carry it so far.

48699    Hullo, Watson, what's this?

48700    It's the man himself, by all that's wonderful and audacious!

48701    Not a word to show your suspicions - not a word, or my plans crumble to the ground.'

48702    A figure was approaching us over the moor, and I saw the dull red glow of a cigar.

48703    The moon shone upon him, and I could distinguish the dapper shape and jaunty walk of the naturalist.

48704    He stopped when he saw us, and then came on again.

48705    'Why, Dr Watson, that's not you, is it?

48706    You are the last man that I should have expected to see out on the moor at this time of night.

48707    But, dear me, what's this?

48708    Somebody hurt?

48709    Not - don't tell me that is our friend Sir Henry!'

48710    He hurried past me and stooped over the dead man.