'Thank you, Mr Frankland,' I said. 'Whoever lives there is not Selden. Selden is dead.'
I said goodbye to Mr Frankland. Then I decided to walk across the moor and look at old High Tor Farm. It was a mile or two away and I reached it late in the afternoon. The sun was low in the sky and the air was cold.
I walked up to the farmhouse slowly. the door was broken and I looked inside. THe farmhouse was empty and silent