At breakfast next morning, I said Sir Henry, 'Did you hear a woman crying in the night?'
'I heard a sound like crying,' said Sir Henry. 'But I thought it was the wind for a walk on the moor.
I walked for two or three miles across the empty moor. Then, behind me, I heard a voice call, 'Dr Watson!' I looked round. I thought it was Dr Mortimer, But I saw a stranger walking towards me.
'My name is Stapleton,' said the man. 'How do you do, Dr Watson. I saw Dr Mortimer this morning and he told me your name. I have heard about you. You are the friend of the famous detective, Sherlock Holmes, aren't you?'
'Yes, Mr Stapleton, I am,' I said.
'And is Mr Holmes staying at Baskerville Hall too?' asked Stapleton. 'Is he interested in Dartmoor?'
'Mr Holmes is in London,' I said. 'He is a busy man.'
'Of course,' said Stapleton. 'Please come and see my house. It's very near here. I live with my sister.'