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 The butler brought me my coffee into the library, and I took the chance to ask him a few questions.

“Well,” said I, “has this precious relation of yours departed, or is he still lurking out yonder?”

“I don’t know, sir. I hope to Heaven that he has gone, for he has brought nothing but trouble here! I’ve not heard of him since I left out food for him last, and that was three days ago.”

“Did you see him then?”

“No, sir; but the food was gone when next I went that way.”

“Then he was certainly there?”

“So you would think, sir, unless it was the other man who took it.”

I sat with my coffee-cup halfway to my lips, and stared at Barrymore.

“You know that there is another man, then?”

“Yes, sir; there is another man upon the moor.”

“Have you seen him?”