Chapter 14
The Hut on the Moor and the Familiar Voice
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1 Cold dawn over the moor: the Hall is tiny in its misty hollow, stone huts on the hills
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2 Watson steps into the sitting-room in Coombe Tracey.
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3 At the words "the very day of Sir Charles's death," the flush drains from Mrs. Lyons's face.
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4 Mrs. Lyons's denial breaks at last.
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5 Laura Lyons lifts her tear-filled eyes to Watson, saying freedom meant everything
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6 Riding back across the moor, Watson fixes his eyes on the distant Black Tor
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9 A small ragged boy with a bundle stands on the moor crest against the blue sky
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10 Watson stops on the sunlit summit and looks down into a shadowed cleft.
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11 Inside the stone hut on the moor, Watson's hands lift a sheet of paper from under the boy's bundle.
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12 From the dark recess of the stone hut, the doorway glows with a blood-red sunset.
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13 Watson is crouched in the dark recess of the stone hut with his hand on his revolver.
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