We walked back to Merripit House. The door was open. Sir Henry went into the house. 'Miss Stapleton!' he shouted. 'Where is she? She did not join for dinner.'
A sound came from one of the rooms. Sir Henry pushed the door open. miss Stapleton lay on the bed. Her hands and feet were tied together. There was a cloth tried across her mouth.
Sir Henry cut the rope around her hands. Holmes took the cloth from her mouth.
'Where is your brother, Miss Stapleton?' Sir Henry asked.
Miss Stapleton looked at floor. 'Gone,' she said. 'My husband has gone.'
'Your husband!' shouted Sir Henry. You are Mrs. Stapleton?'
'Yes, I am his wife,' she said. 'but his name is not Stapleton. he is the son of your dead uncle, Roger Baskerville. He is your cousin.'
Out on the moor we heard a terrible cry. We ran outside. The mist was thick on the Great Gimpen Mire. The cry came again, and then a loud scream. Then silence.
'I believe that the Great Gimpen Mire has taken your cousin,' Holmes said to Sir Henry. ' He has fallen into the mire. We shall never find his body.'