matter in

hand. then it was that in my despair and disappointment,

after a sleepless night, i came straight to you by the

early train."

"i suppose the local investigation was relaxed while this

false clue was being followed up?"

"it was entirely dropped."

"so that three days have been wasted. the affair has been

most deplorably handled."

"i feel it, and admit it."

"and yet the problem should be capable of ultimate solution.

i shall be very happy to look into it. have you been able

to trace any connection between the missing boy and this

german master?"

"none at all."

"was he in the master's class?"

"no; he never exchanged a word with him so far as i know."

"that is certainly very singular. had the boy a bicycle?"

"no."

"was any other bicycle missing?"

"no."

"is that certain?"

"quite."

"well, now, you do not mean to seriously suggest that this

german rode off upon a bicycle in the dead of the night

bearing the boy in his arms?"

"certainly not."

"then what is the theory in your mind?"

"the bicycle may have been a blind. it may have been

hidden somewhere and the pair gone off on foot."

"quite so; but it seems rather an absurd blind, does it not?

were there other bicycles in this shed?"

"several."

"would he not have hidden _a couple_ had he desired to give

the idea that they had gone off upon them?"

"i suppose he would."

"of course he would. the blind theory won't do.

but the incident is an admirable starting-point for an

investigation. after all, a bicycle is not an easy thing

to conceal or to destroy. one other question.

did anyone call to see the boy on the day before he disappeared?"

"no."

"did he get any letters?"

"yes; one letter."

"from whom?"

"from his father."

"do you open the boys' letters?"

"no."

"how do you know it was from the father?"

"the coat of arms was on the envelope, and it was addressed

in the duke's peculiar stiff hand. besides, the duke

remembers having written."

"when had he a letter before that?"

"not for several days."

"had he ever one from france?"

"no; never.

"you see the point of my questions, of course. either the

boy was carried off by force or he went of his own free

will. in the latter case you would expect that some

prompting from outside would be needed to make so young a

lad do such a thing. if he has had no visitors, that

prompting must have come in letters. hence i try to find

out who were his correspondents."

"i fear i cannot help you much. his only correspondent,

so far as i know, was his own father."

"who wrote to him on the very day of his disappearance.

were the relations between father and son very friendly?"

"his grace is never very friendly with anyone.

he is completely immersed in large public questions,

and is rather inaccessible to all ordinary emotions.

but he was always kind to the boy in his own way."

"but the sympathies of the latter were with the mother?"

"yes."

"did he say so?"

"no."

"the duke, then?"

"good heavens, no!"

"then how could you know?"

"i have had some confidential talks with mr. james wilder,

his grace's secretary. it was he who gave me the

information about lord saltire's feelings."

"i see. by the way, that last letter of the duke's -- was it

found in the boy's room after he was gone?"

"no; he had taken it with him. i think, mr. holmes,

it is time that we were leaving for euston."

"i will order a four-wheeler. in a quarter of an hour we

shall be at your service. if you are telegraphing home,

mr. huxtable, it would be well to allow the people in your

neighbourhood to imagine that the inquiry is still going on

in liverpool, or wherever else that red herring led your

pack. in the meantime i will do a little quiet work at

your own doors, and perhaps the scent is not so cold but that

two old hounds like watson and myself may get a sniff of it."

that evening found us in the cold, bracing atmosphere of

the peak country, in which dr. huxtable's famous school is

situated. it was already dark when we reached it. a card

was lying on the hall table, and the butler whispered

something to his master, who turned to us with agitation

in every heavy feature.

"the duke is here," said he. "the duke and mr. wilder are

in the study. come, gentlemen, and i will introduce you."

i was, of course, familiar with the pictures of the famous

statesman, but the man himself was very different from his

representation. he was a tall and stately person,

scrupulously dressed, with a drawn, thin face, and a nose

which was grotesquely curved and long. his complexion was

of a dead pallor, which was more startling by contrast with

a long, dwindling beard of vivid red, which flowed down

over his white waistcoat, with his watch-chain gleaming

through its fringe. such was the state