Their inspiration was a true one.

The gamekeeper welcomed them with a smile of triumph.

By his side, the picture of abject misery, his clothes torn and muddy, was Craig! "I've managed this little job, sir," Middleton announced, with a smile of slow triumph.
"How did you get him ?" Quest demanded.
"Little idea of my own," the gamekeeper continued.

"I guessed pretty well what he'd be up to.

He'd tumbled to it that the usual way off the moor was pretty well guarded, and he'd doubled back through the thin line of woods close to the house.