    While Watson and Holmes were talking, a gull of dreadful shouts struck over the peaceful moors. The sorrowful voice grew longer and longer. Besides this there was some deep and low murmuring. "That's the hound!" They ran toward the sounds. Suddenly came a desperate crying. And then it became deadly silent. Standing there helplessly, Holmes sorrowfully said, "He defeated us. We failed to protect Sir Henry." They headed to the place from which the voices had come. They really found the body wearing Henry's cloth. The moon climbed. Watson was complaining about himself because of Henry's death.
"Watson," shouted Holmes delightedly, "this is not Henry but the criminal." Watson remembered that Henry sometimes gave his used cloth to the housekeeper. The housekeeper must have given the cloth to the criminal. The hound must have smelled Henry's cloth and chased him. Its target was Henry. The criminal died for him. He deserved such an end.
