"It at least bears out the theory that it is
on the side of the Lower Gill Moor that we must hope for results.
The police have really done nothing locally, save the arrest
of these gipsies. Look here, Watson! There is a watercourse
across the moor. You see it marked here in the map. In some
parts it widens into a morass. This is particularly so in the
region between Holdernesse Hall and the school. It is vain to
look elsewhere for tracks in this dry weather; but at THAT point
there is certainly a chance of some record being left. I will
call you early to-morrow morning, and you and I will try if we
can throw some little light upon the mystery."
The day was just breaking when I woke to find the long, thin form
of Holmes by my bedside. He was fully dressed, and had apparently
already been out.
"I have done the lawn and the bicycle shed," said he.
"I have also had a ramble through the Ragged Shaw. Now, Watson,
there is cocoa ready in the next room. I must beg you to hurry,
for we have a great day before us."
His eyes shone, and his cheek was flushed with the exhilaration
of the master workman who sees his work lie ready before him.
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