A 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.

No, no. I remember the thrill in your voice. I remember the look in your eyes. Please, please, be frank with me, Miss Stapleton, for ever since I have been here I have been conscious of shadows all round me. Life has become like that great Grimpen Mire, with little green patches everywhere into which one may sink and with no guide to point the track. Tell me then what it was that you meant, and I will promise to convey your warning to Sir Henry.

An expression of irresolution passed for an instant over her face, but her eyes had hardened again when she answered me.

You make too much of it, Dr. Watson, said she. My brother and I were very much shocked by the death of Sir Charles. We knew him very intimately, for his favourite walk was over the moor to our house. He was deeply impressed with the curse which hung over the family, and when this tragedy came I naturally felt that there must be some grounds for the fears which he had expressed. I was distressed therefore when another member of the family came down to live here, and I felt that he should be warned of the danger which he will run. That was all which I intended to convey.

But what is the danger?

You know the story of the hound?

I do not believe in such nonsense.

But I do. If you have any influence with Sir Henry, take him away from a place which has always been fatal to his family. The