Perhaps it was an hour later when he heard a voice shouting on the hillside below. Giles shouted back as
loudly as he could. Slowly the shouts got nearer. He recognized the voice of Beverley's servant, Parry,
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who had become anxious about Giles's safety, and had set out to search for him. Beverley himself had
not returned from the town. Giles was extremely grateful for this: he hated to trouble his friend.
Parry led Giles safely back towards the house. Giles walked slowly and quietly, thankful to be
rescued. But for some reason he was unwilling to tell Parry about the stranger in the mist. He explained
that he had taken the wrong path. In less than an hour he was changing his wet clothes.
At dinner, too, he kept quiet about it, simply telling Beverley that he had lost his way in the mist.
`I suppose I took the wrong path,' he said, `and I found myself at the edge of a cliff.'
`You had a very lucky escape,' said Beverley. `There have been some nasty accidents in these hills.
A man was killed about four years ago. I believe he was found at the bottom of the same cliff. That was
before I came here, of course.' He turned to his servant. `I'm sure you remember the accident, Parry,' he
said. `Am I right? Was it the same place?'
`It certainly was, sir,' said the servant. `It was a gentleman from London. They buried him in the
churchyard here. I was working for Captain Trevor at that time. He let us all go to the burial. Mr
Roberts buried him and prayed over the grave. It was all in the local newspaper. I kept the newspaper −
it was the Caernarvon and District News. I'll fetch it if you like, sir.'
`That's a good idea, Parry,' said his master. In a few minutes Parry returned with an old newspaper.
Beverley read the report aloud:
`Early on Wednesday morning the body of a young man was found at the bottom of the cliff at
Adwy−yr−Eryon. A doctor examined the body and decided that the man had been dead for several
hours. The unfortunate man was Mr John Stevenson, a young lawyer from London. Mr Stevenson had
been on holiday in Wales, and he had been exploring our beautiful mountains and valleys. When he did
not return to his hotel in the evening, Captain Trevor, a local man, bravely organized a search party.
Unfortunately, the thick mist made their work more difficult.
It appears that the dead man took the wrong path in the mist, and fell over the cliff, hitting the
sharp rocks below. In the dead man's pocket was a copy of a very old, out−of−date map. It showed a
long−disused path over the hill. Of course, as everyone in the district knows, the path was destroyed
many years ago by the Great Landslide. That was a terrible disaster which carried away a large part of
the hillside.
The sad death of Mr Stevenson should be a warning to everyone. Never depend on an out−of−date
map. A modern, accurate map of the district is available from the offices of this newspaper, price nine
pence.'
Perhaps it was an hour later when he heard a voice shouting on the hillside below. Giles shouted back asloudly as he could. Slowly the shouts got nearer. He recognized the voice of Beverley's servant, Parry,Ghost Stories3 15who had become anxious about Giles's safety, and had set out to search for him. Beverley himself hadnot returned from the town. Giles was extremely grateful for this: he hated to trouble his friend. Parry led Giles safely back towards the house. Giles walked slowly and quietly, thankful to berescued. But for some reason he was unwilling to tell Parry about the stranger in the mist. He explainedthat he had taken the wrong path. In less than an hour he was changing his wet clothes. At dinner, too, he kept quiet about it, simply telling Beverley that he had lost his way in the mist. `I suppose I took the wrong path,' he said, `and I found myself at the edge of a cliff.' `You had a very lucky escape,' said Beverley. `There have been some nasty accidents in these hills.A man was killed about four years ago. I believe he was found at the bottom of the same cliff. That wasbefore I came here, of course.' He turned to his servant. `I'm sure you remember the accident, Parry,' hesaid. `Am I right? Was it the same place?' `It certainly was, sir,' said the servant. `It was a gentleman from London. They buried him in thechurchyard here. I was working for Captain Trevor at that time. He let us all go to the burial. Mrโรเบิร์ตฝังเขา และอธิษฐานผ่านหลุมฝังศพ ในหนังสือพิมพ์ท้องถิ่นได้ ผมเก็บ−หนังสือพิมพ์มันเป็น Caernarvon และข่าวสารอำเภอ ผมจะนำมาใช้ได้ถ้าคุณชอบ รักกัน ' 'ที่เป็นความคิดที่ดี ปัดป้อง กล่าวว่า นายของเขา ในครู่ Parry กลับ มีตัวหนังสือพิมพ์เก่าเบเวอร์รี่อ่านรายงาน: ' ก่อนในเช้าวันพุธ พบร่างของชายหนุ่มที่ด้านล่างของหน้าผาที่Adwy−yr−Eryon แพทย์ได้ตรวจร่างกาย และตัดสินใจว่า คนที่ได้รับตายหลายชั่วโมง คนโชคร้ายถูกนายจอห์นสตีเวนสัน ทนายความหนุ่มจากลอนดอน มีนายสตีเวนสันได้ในวันหยุดในเวลส์ และเขาได้รับการสำรวจและทิวเขาที่สวยงามของเรา เมื่อเขาได้ไม่กลับไปที่โรงแรมของเขาในตอนเย็น เทรเวอร์กัปตัน คนท้องถิ่น อย่างกล้าหาญจัดบุคคลค้นหาอับ หมอกหนาทำงานยากขึ้น ปรากฏว่า คนตายเอาทางผิดในสายหมอก และตกผ่านหน้าผา ตีความคมหินด้านล่าง ในกระเป๋าของคนตายถูกสำเนาแผนที่เก่ามาก out−of−date มันแสดงให้เห็นว่าการเส้นทาง long−disused ผ่านเนินเขา แน่นอน ทุกคนในอำเภอรู้ เส้นทางถูกทำลายหลายปี โดยดินไหลดีขึ้น ว่าเป็นภัยพิบัติที่น่ากลัวซึ่งดำเนินการส่วนใหญ่ของเนินเขา การตายที่น่าเศร้าของนายสตีเวนสันควรจะเตือนให้ทุกคน ไม่ขึ้นกับการ out−of−dateแผนที่ ทันสมัย แม่นยำย่านอย.จากสำนักงานของหนังสือพิมพ์นี้ ราคาเก้าเพนนี .'
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