There, outlined as black as an ebony statue on that shining back-ground, I saw the figure of a man upon the tor.

Do not think that it was a delusion, Holmes.

I assure you that I have never in my life seen anything more clearly.

As far as I could judge, the figure was that of a tall, thin man.

He stood with his legs a little separated, his arms folded, his head bowed, as if he were brooding over that enormous wilderness of peat and granite which lay before him.