Watson:
That afternoon, whilst walking towards the village, my thoughts were interrupted by a voice.
"Please excuse my presumption, Doctor Watson, I am Stapleton of Merripit House."
Stapleton:
Come inside, come and see my home
This is truly where I belong
Just look around, at this place of mystery
And wonder to be found
I could tell you a thousand things you'd never known before
I could show you a thousand places where you could fall
You could fall.....
Watch your step, for it has an unforgiving side
And it will claim you for its own
Treat it well, or it will be your downfall
And your blood will be on my hands
I could tell you a thousand things you'd never known before
I could show you a thousand places where you could fall
In the mire.....in the mire.....
I'm at home in the mire!
Watson:
A long, low moan, indescribably sad, swept over the moor. It filled the whole air, and yet it was impossible to say whence it came.
Stapleton:
I could tell you a thousand things you'd never known before I could show you a thousand places where you could fall In the mire.....in the mire..... I could tell you a thousand things you'd never known before I could show you a thousand places where you could fall In the mire.....in the mire..... I'm at peace in the mire
Watson:
My new acquaintance continued:
"Perhaps I may have the pleasure of introducing you to my sister?"
As we walked on towards Merripit House, Stapleton, a dedicated collector of b***erflies, rushed in pursuit of a particularly rare species. Just then, a young woman ran towards me from the house.
"Go back, Sir Henry", she said. "Go straight back to London instantly."
That afternoon, whilst walking towards the village, my thoughts were interrupted by a voice.
"Please excuse my presumption, Doctor Watson, I am Stapleton of Merripit House."
Stapleton:
Come inside, come and see my home
This is truly where I belong
Just look around, at this place of mystery
And wonder to be found
I could tell you a thousand things you'd never known before
I could show you a thousand places where you could fall
You could fall.....
Watch your step, for it has an unforgiving side
And it will claim you for its own
Treat it well, or it will be your downfall
And your blood will be on my hands
I could tell you a thousand things you'd never known before
I could show you a thousand places where you could fall
In the mire.....in the mire.....
I'm at home in the mire!
Watson:
A long, low moan, indescribably sad, swept over the moor. It filled the whole air, and yet it was impossible to say whence it came.
Stapleton:
I could tell you a thousand things you'd never known before I could show you a thousand places where you could fall In the mire.....in the mire..... I could tell you a thousand things you'd never known before I could show you a thousand places where you could fall In the mire.....in the mire..... I'm at peace in the mire
Watson:
My new acquaintance continued:
"Perhaps I may have the pleasure of introducing you to my sister?"
As we walked on towards Merripit House, Stapleton, a dedicated collector of b***erflies, rushed in pursuit of a particularly rare species. Just then, a young woman ran towards me from the house.
"Go back, Sir Henry", she said. "Go straight back to London instantly."