Save from what we heard, we cannot even swear to the existence of the latter, since Sir Henry has evidently died from the fall.

But, by heavens, cunning as he is, the fellow shall be in my power before another day is past!" We stood with bitter hearts on either side of the mangled body, overwhelmed by this sudden and irrevocable disaster which had brought all our long and weary labours to so piteous an end.

Then as the moon rose we climbed to the top of the rocks over which our poor friend had fallen, and from the summit we gazed out over the shadowy moor, half silver and half gloom.

Far away, miles off, in the direction of Grimpen, a single steady yellow light was shining.

It could only come from the lonely abode of the Stapletons.