    Lying on his bed, Watson tossed and turned throughout the night. He was unable to sleep. Suddenly a woman's depressed cry struck through the silent night and came over to him. The following day, Watson found the hostess' eye red and swollen. Obviously the crying was from her the night before. But she didn't admit she cried that night. Why? Watson was lost.
ĦĦĦĦAfter lunch, Henry got many papers to read. Watson went out for a walk by himself. When he walked back along a little gray and lonely path, a stranger holding a net called his name. He is Stapleton. Watson remembered he had heard of the biologist. On their way back, Watson found this person was very familiar with the newly occurred case. Besides, he cared about the views on the case and the time Holmes would come. They passed by a moor. Suddenly a long and low groan spread all over the moors. After that, the groan turned to a dull roar. Just then, a little bug flew by. The biologist quickly went to snatch it. The bug kept flying forward. Stapleton kept chasing it. Watson was watching him fearfully when a woman came up to him quietly. Just before Watson wanted to speak, she said eagerly, " Go back and never come to the moor again! Look! My brother is coming. Don't tell him anything about what I said to you." Stapleton had come back to Watson, "Ah! Sister, I was about to introduce you to Mr. Watson." The lady's face turned red. "I am sorry," said she embarrassingly, "I thought you are Mr. Henry." Stapleton said. His sister agreed with him reluctantly.
