Chapter 12: Death on the Moor

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌⁠For a moment or two I sat breathless, hardly able to believe my ears. Then my senses and my voice came back to me, while a crushing weight of responsibility seemed in an instant to be lifted from my soul. That cold, incisive, ironical voice could belong to but one man in all the world.

“Holmes!” I cried—“Holmes!”

“Come out,” said he, “and please be careful with the revolver.”

I stooped under the rude