Here are two moorland farmhouses, High Tor and Foulmire.

Then fourteen miles away the great convict prison of Princetown.

Between and around these scattered points extends the desolate, lifeless moor.

This, then, is the stage upon which tragedy has been played, and upon which we may help to play it again." "It must be a wild place." "Yes, the setting is a worthy one.

If the devil did desire to have a hand in the affairs of men--" "Then you are yourself inclining to the supernatural explanation." "The devil's agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?
There are two questions waiting for us at the outset.