Winter still lingered on the moor. Snow lay in great drifts here and there, and the wind swept along the valley with a keenness that made wraps a necessity. But the sky was cloudless, and the sun shone brilliantly. Mr. Johnson sat on a seat in front of the hotel, basking in the sun, and smoking his pipe.
For a day or two I took up my abode in Prince-town. Then I deemed it advisable to shift my quarters to the Saracen’s Head, and in order that my presence might not beget any suspicion, I let it be supposed that I was an antiquarian interested in the many objects of interest to be found on the moor. I did not associate with the other three visitors; in fact, it was clear they wished to avoid me, and I took my meals in a private room. I soon found that Jacob Johnson went every night to Princ
