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Dartmoor PrisonLocated in Princetown, England, high on Dartmoor, Dartmoor Prison presents a bleak and formidable sight.Its high granite walls dominate this area of the moor. Constructed originally between 1806 and 1809 by local labour, to hold prisoners of the Napoleonic Wars, it was also used to hold American prisoners from the War of 1812. On April 6, 1815, although the wars had ended with the Treaty of Ghent in December of the previous year, many American prisoners of war still remained. Seventy were unfortunate enough to be massacred in the prison at the behest of the allegedly drunken British officer in charge, who thought they were attempting to escape. Dartmoor was reopened in 1851 as a civilian prison, and has contained some of Britain's most serious offenders ever since. It has a (misplaced) reputation for being escape-proof. surmise what his course of action.html">action would be. My nerves thrilled
the dark, void spaces on either side of the narrow road told me
horses and every turn of the wheels was taking us nearer to our
the hired wagonette, so that we were forced to talk.html">talk of trivial
It was a relief to me, after that unnatural restraint, when we at
to the Hall and to the scene of action. We did not drive up to
was paid off and ordered to return to Coombe Tracey forthwith,
have a hip.html">hip-pocket, and as long as I have my hip-pocket I have
game.html">game now?"
"A waiting game."
"My word, it does not seem a very cheerful place," said the
of the hill and at the huge lake of fog which lay over the Grimpen
request you to walk on tiptoe and not to talk above a whisper."
We moved cautiously along the track as if we were bound for the
from it.
"This will do," said he. "These rocks upon the right make an
Lestrade. You have been inside the house, have you not, Watson?
windows at this end?"
"I think they are the kitchen windows."
"And the one beyond, which shines so brightly?"
"That is certainly the dining-room.html">room."
"The blinds are up. You know.html">know the lie of the land best. Creep
sake don't let them know that they are watched!"
I tiptoed down the path and stooped behind the low wall which
a point whence I could look straight through the uncurtained window.
There were only two men in the room, Sir Henry and Stapleton.
round table. Both of them were smoking cigars, and coffee and
but the baronet looked pale and distrait. Perhaps the thought
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