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Updated: May 18, 2025
The sun was sinking below the horizon when we gained the top of the hill which commanded a view of Dartmoor prison. We passed through a small collection of houses called Princetown, where were two inns. The weather was disagreeable after the shower, and we saw the dark-hued prisons, whose sombre and doleful aspect chilled our blood.
"Redmayne, of course, was full of the murder at Princetown, which had just occurred, and the tragedy proved so interesting that Blades had little time to notice the new motor boatman.
Now do you want to tackle it?" "I do! I do!" replied Jimmy with fervency, stopped, and then emitted a groan and said, "But good Lord! The Sayers plant is out near Princetown, and Princetown is the home of Judge Granger, and they'd lynch me if I showed up there that is, unless I could get the infuriated populace to make another mistake of identity and hang the Judge in the belief that he was me!"
Then chance willed it that, going down from Princetown to Plymouth by train to see a chemist, and get something to make her eat who should be in the selfsame carriage but Mr. Drake and his hind, Thomas Parsons.
A busy little company carried on this good work and, while I joined the women who picked and cleaned the moss, my husband, though not strong enough to tramp the moors and do the heavy work of collecting it and bringing it up to Princetown, was instrumental in drying it and spreading it on the asphalt lawn-tennis courts of the prison warders' cricket ground, where this preliminary process was carried out.
You are the last man that I should have expected to see out on the moor at this time of night. But, dear me, what's this? Somebody hurt? Not don't tell me that it is our friend Sir Henry!" He hurried past me and stooped over the dead man. I heard a sharp intake of his breath and the cigar fell from his fingers. "Who who's this?" he stammered. "It is Selden, the man who escaped from Princetown."
He pursued this policy, left Princetown for Plymouth on the following day, took a room at a sailors' inn on the Barbican and with the help of the harbour authority followed the voyages of a dozen small vessels which had been berthing at Plymouth during the critical days. A month of arduous work he devoted to this stage of the inquiry, and his investigation produced nothing whatever.
At intervals the local train stopped and emitted passengers, but Mr. James Gollop clung to his platform as if having no frantic longing for a seat. And at Princetown he patiently waited until the crowd thinned, and with one eye glared through blue glasses forward to make certain of the Judge's departure.
I think that he was a homicidal maniac and probably plotted the job beforehand with a madman's limited cunning; and if that is so, there's pretty sure to be news waiting for us at Princetown. Before dark we ought to know where are both the dead and the living man. These footprints mean a bather, or perhaps two. We'll study them later and drag the pond, if necessary."
The last time I had been in this station was on my way up to Princetown two and a half years before. At last Savaroff emerged from the throng with my ticket in his hand. "I have taken you a first-class," he said rather grudgingly. "You will probably have the carriage to yourself. It is better so." I nodded.
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