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โ€œFirst of all I wish to impress upon you that the boy certainly left of his own free will. He got down from his window and he went off, either alone or with someone. That is sure.โ€

I assented.

โ€œWell, now, let us turn to this unfortunate German master. The boy was fully dressed when he fled. Therefore, he foresaw what he would do. But the German went without his socks. He certainly acted on very short notice.โ€

โ€œUndoubtedly.โ€

โ€œWhy did he go? Because, from his bedroom window, he saw the flight of the boy. Because he wished to overtake him and bring him back. He seized his bicycle, pursued the lad, and in pursuing him met his death.โ€

โ€œSo it would seem.โ€

โ€œNow I come to the critical part of my argument. The natural action of a man in pursuing a little boy would be to run after him. He would know that he could overtake him. But the German does not do so. He turns to his bicycle. I am told that he was an excellent cyclist. He would not do this if he did not see that the boy had some swift means of escape.โ€

โ€œThe other bicycle.โ€

โ€œLet us continue our reconstruction. He meets his death five miles from the schoolโ€”not by a bullet, mark you, which even a lad might conceivably discharge, but by a savage blow dealt by a vigorous arm. The lad, then, HAD a companion in his flight. And the flight was a swift one, since it took five miles before an expert cyclist could overtake them. Yet we survey the ground round the scene of the tragedy. What do we find? A few cattle tracks, nothing more. I took a wide sweep round, and there is no path within fifty yards. Another cyclist could have had nothing to do with the actual murder. Nor were there any human footmarks.โ€

โ€œHolmes,โ€ I cried, โ€œthis is impossible.โ€

โ€œAdmirable!โ€ he said. โ€œA most illuminating remark. It IS impossible as I state it, and therefore I must in some respect have stated it wrong. Yet you saw for yourself. Can you suggest any fallacy?โ€

โ€œHe could not have fractured his skull in a fall?โ€

โ€œIn a morass, Watson?โ€

โ€œI am at my wit's end.โ€

โ€œTut, tut; we have solved some worse problems. At least we have plenty of material, if we can only use it. Come, then, and, having exhausted the Palmer, let us see what the Dunlop with the patched cover has to offer us.โ€

We picked up the track and followed it onwards for some distance; but soon the moor rose into a long, heather-tufted curve, and we left the watercourse behind us. No further help from tracks could be hoped for. At the spot where we saw the last of the Dunlop tyre it might equally have led to Holdernesse Hall, the stately towers of which rose some miles to our left, or to a low, grey village which lay in front of us, and marked the position of the Chesterfield high road.

As we approached the forbidding and squalid inn, with the sign of a game-cock above the door, Holmes gave a sudden groan and clutched me by the shoulder to save himself from falling. He had had one of those violent strains of the ankle which leave a man helpless. With difficulty he limped up to the door, where a squat, dark, elderly man was smoking a black clay pipe.

โ€œHow are you, Mr. Reuben Hayes?โ€ said Holmes.

โ€œWho are you, and how do you get my name so pat?โ€ the countryman answered, with a suspicious flash of a pair of cunning eyes.

โ€œWell, it's printed on the board above your head. It's easy to see a man who is master of his own house. I suppose you haven't such a thing as a carriage in your stables?โ€

โ€œNo; I have not.โ€

โ€œI can hardly put my foot to the ground.โ€

โ€œDon't put it to the ground.โ€

โ€œBut I can't walk.โ€

โ€œWell, then, hop.โ€

Mr. Reuben Hayes's manner was far from gracious, but Holmes took it with admirable good-humour.

โ€œLook here, my man,โ€ said he. โ€œThis is really rather an awkward fix for me. I don't mind how I get on.โ€

โ€œNeither do I,โ€ said the morose landlord.

โ€œThe matter is very important. I would offer you a sovereign for the use of a bicycle.โ€

The landlord pricked up his ears.

โ€œWhere do you want to go?โ€

โ€œTo Holdernesse Hall.โ€

โ€œPals of the Dook, I suppose?โ€ said the landlord, surveying our mud-stained garments with ironical eyes.

Holmes laughed good-naturedly.

โ€œHe'll be glad to see us, anyhow.โ€

โ€œWhy?โ€

โ€œBecause we bring him news of his lost son.โ€

The landlord gave a very visible start.

โ€œWhat, you're on his track?โ€

โ€œHe has been heard of in Liverpool. They expect to get him every hour.โ€

Again a swift change passed over the heavy, unshaven face. His manner was suddenly genial.

โ€œI've less reason to wish the Dook well than most men,โ€ said he, โ€œfor I was his head coachman once, and cruel bad he treated me. It was him that sacked me without a character on the word of a lying corn-chandler. But I'm glad to hear that the young lord was heard of in Liverpool, and I'll help you to take the news to the Hall.โ€

โ€œThank you,โ€ said Holmes. โ€œWe'll have some food first. Then you can bring round the bicycle.โ€

โ€œI haven't got a bicycle.โ€

Holmes held up a sovereign.

โ€œI tell you, man, that I haven't got one. I'll let you have two horses as far as the Hall.โ€

โ€œWell, well,โ€ said Holmes, โ€œwe'll talk about it when we've had something to eat.โ€

When we were left alone in the stone-flagged kitchen it was astonishing how rapidly that sprained ankle recovered. It was nearly nightfall, and we had eaten nothing since early morning, so that we spent some time over our meal. Holmes was lost in thought, and once or twice he walked over to the window and stared earnestly out. It opened on to a squalid courtyard. In the far corner was a smithy, where a grimy lad was at work. On the other side were the stables. Holmes had sat down again after one of these excursions, when he suddenly sprang out of his chair with a loud

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