Missing scene from The Powers of Evil. Ok, so yes it's a plug...
Confound that blasted wind, after a month of living on the moor the howling was beginning to grate on my already taut nerves. What was it about the moor that made the entire atmosphere seem gloomy and dank?
And this moor more than any other, because of its dreadful occupant and his so-called demon hound. Stapleton had to be the worst villain I had yet encountered in my career – cool, calculating, deadly as an adder.
I lit a candle, for the gathering cloud-cover was starting to block out what little light shone through the low doorway of the hut, and began to peruse the evidence I'd gathered about the man. Very soon now, my nets would be in place and I could go get Watson and close this sordid case.
My thoughts turned back to my dear friend – he appeared to be safely on the wrong track last I heard two days ago from him, targeting the elusive man he had seen on the moor (which was actually I).
Little did I know how much danger he was in at that moment, a fact for which I shall never forgive myself.
I jerked my head up suddenly as there was a pattering of light footsteps hurrying up the path, and my little lad Cartwright came barreling in, completely out of breath.