But I had my own experience for a guide since it had shown me the man himself standing upon the summit of the Black Tor.

That then should be the centre of my search.

From there I should explore every hut upon the moor until I lighted upon the right one.

If this man were inside it I should find out from his own lips, at the point of my revolver if necessary, who he was and why he had dogged us so long.

He might slip away from us in the crowd of Regent Street, but it would puzzle him to do so upon the lonely moor.