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There's a gentlemen
downstairs...

Ask him to wait a
moment, Mrs. Hudson.

He's most insistent.

Easy now.

Easy.

I must apologize.

I have been a
little overwrought.

I'm a doctor, sir,

and I must insist that
you relax yourself

and say nothing until
you have eaten.

Thank you.

If I might have a biscuit
and a glass of milk

I have no doubt I
should soon be better.

Mrs. Hudson is preparing
something at this moment.

Please, please, please
forgive this weakness.

I really must...

Mr. Holmes.

At your service.

Master of arts.

Doctor of Philosophy.

Principal of the
Priory School.

Is it not everyday,
Doctor Huxtable,

that so distinguished
a castaway as yourself

is beached upon
on the hearthrug.

In speculating what
storm had blown you here,

I took the liberty of
searching your person,

I hope you will
forgive me.

Oh yes, yes of course.

Please sit down.

Your watch.

Unblemished for at
least thirty years,

suddenly this
morning scratched.

When you thrust
those coins,

unthinkingly into
your waistcoat pocket.

The stern habit
of a lifetime

trampled under foot.

A small occurrence perhaps

but own small
think in a way

that a vibrating needle

may signal an earthquake.

The state of your
beard demonstrates

a considerable disruption
to your routine.

Three days ago?

Yes sir.

Yes sir.

Mr. Holmes, I beg
you to accompany me

north to Mackleton
immediately.

A matter of the
utmost importance.

Awe, I regret.

Doctor Watson and I

are extremely pressed
just at the moment.

I'm retained in the case
of the Ferrers Documents,

and Doctor Watson tells me

that he's run off his feet

by this recent epidemic
of this Scarlet Fever.

And then of course,

there's Abergavenny murder

coming up for trial.

Now, only a very
important issue

could call us away
at the present.

Important, sir?

Lmportant?

I dare say you've heard of

the Duke of Holdernesse?

The former
cabinet minister?

More than that, Watson.

The letters after
his name, huh,

almost half the alphabet.

One of the greatest
subjects of the crown,

hey Doctor Huxtable?

One of the greatest
and probably

one of the wealthiest.

He is also, I'm proud
to say, in my neighbor.

Holdernesse Hall,
his countryseat,

is across from the valley
from the Priory School.

Duke is an intensely
solitary man.

He appalls the prospect
of public scrutiny

but such is his
anxiety in this matter

that his grace is
prepared to write a check

for five thousand pounds
to see the business off

and another
thousand pounds

to see justice visited
upon the villains.

That is how
important it is.

A princely offer,
Doctor Huxtable.

You have failed in
describing villainy.

Forgive me.

Lord Saltire, the Duke's
son, his only child,

has been abducted.

From the Priory School?

Yes.

When he was in your care?

Quite.

And this abduction
happened three days ago?

Last Saturday night.

Why have you waited so
long before consulting me?

His Grace has
a deep horror

of his family unhappiness

being dragged
before the world.

The police have been
requested by the Duke

to proceed with such
caution that they...

I see.

This affair has been
deplorably handled.

I feel it and admit it.

What form of the
demand for ransom take?

There has been none.

No demand for ransom?

None.

It is one of the most

perplexing aspects
of the business

for the boy was not
alone in his flight.

Herr Heidegger,

the German master,

is also missing,

as indeed, by the
way, is his bicycle.

If he has
abducted the boy

why has no demand for
money been received?

Heidegger came to
me from Switzerland

with the very
best references.

Was any other
bicycle missing?

Oh no.

You're certain?

Quite Mr. Aveling
checked all the bicycles.

Doctor Huxtable do you
really mean to suggest

that this German master
rode off upon his bicycle

in the dead of night

bearing the boy
in his arms?

No.

Then what is this
theory in your mind?

The bicycle may
have been a blind.

He may have hidden
it somewhere,

and the pair
gone off on foot.

Surely he would have

hidden a couple
of bicycles

if he desired to
give that impression.

Yes I suppose he would.

Of course he would.

Doctor Huxtable,

this blind theory of
yours will not do.

It is an admirable
starting point

for an investigation.

Watson, would you send
for the cab immediately?

Now Holmes?

Set, and pack.

We got just enough time

to catch the
overnight train.

Doctor Huxtable I
shall do a little

work at your doors.

Perhaps the train
is not so cold

but the two old hounds
like Watson and myself

make get a sniff on it.

I imagine the arrival

of Lord Saltire
at your school

must have been quite
a feather in your cap.

My proudest
moment, Mr. Holmes.

Ever since
Blackwell's published

Huxtable's
Sidelights on Horace,

a notable little
success in his day.

You may have heard of it.

No.

How old is the boy?

Nine.

And he's been
with you how long?

Oh since the beginning
of the winter term.

An unusual boy, he seemed
to be fitting in well.

He um...

Yes?

I was about to say

he was not entirely
happy at home.

The Duke's marriage has
not been a peaceful one.

It ended in separation

by mutual consent
last year.

The Duchess has returned

to her father's
palatso in Venice.

This picture, of
the Duke's marriage,

how did you come by it?

Is it common knowledge?

I've had some confidential
talks with Mr. Wilder,

the Duke's secretary.

He's been most helpful.

And I suppose it
has been established

that the boy
has not returned

to his mother in Italy?

Oh yes.

Yes it has.

I cannot tell
you, Mr. Holmes,

what a relief
it is to me...

Watson?

Coming!

Your picnic, sir.

Mrs. Hudson, how
did you guess?

Experience, Mr. Holmes.

Well that means the two
doctors can picnic away

to their hearts
content on the train.

Even I may find
my appetite

is keener for a few days

in the bracing atmosphere
of the peat country.

I think I will do
myself no injustice

when I say that
the Priory School

is the most
select preparatory school in England.

Lord Leverstoke,

the Earl of Blackwater,

Sir Cathcart Soames,

they all have entrusted
their sons to me.

You can't see Holdernesse
Hall from here

but there's a very
fine view from the chapel tower.

I will begin with
the boy's room.

From his father?

It arrived on the morning
of his disappearance.

Had he received
one from Italy?

Not recently.

Where is the letter now?

It cannot be found.

It must have been
on the boy's person

when he was abducted.

Who sleeps in the
adjoining room?

I know this sort
of chap I dare say.

He could sleep through
a thunderstorm.

I don't think
he would sir.

Really and why is
that do you suppose?

There's a mouse sir.

In the wainscot, sir.

And it wakes
us both up sir.

Sometimes sir.

Mouse?

So any noise from
Lord Saltire's room...

Well the door creaks sir.

You always hear the door.

On the night of
the disappearance,

did you hear
anything then?

No sir.

You couldn't even
hear the crying.

Crying?

Yes sir.

He sometimes cries sir.

Sometimes sir.

Thank you boys.

You have found nothing
in the grounds?

There's no knowing
what I have found.

The trail is cold.

Headmaster!

Headmaster!

The Duke of Holdernesse
is here headmaster.

Thank you, Mr. Aveling.

With Mr. Wilder.

Mr. Holmes?

Yes.

The Duke is
waiting, Mr. Holmes.

That will never do.

Your Grace,

Mr. Wilder.

I called yesterday,
Doctor Huxtable,

but I was too late

to prevent your
starting for London.

His Grace is surprised,
Doctor Huxtable,

that you should of
invited Mr. Holmes

to undertake an
investigation

without consulting
him first.

Well I thought that
the police had failed.

It is by no
means certain

that the police
have failed.

Yes, but surely,
Mr. Wilder...

You're well aware,
Doctor Huxtable,

how anxious his Grace is

to avoid all
public scandal.

He prefers to take as
few people as possible

into his confidence.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wilder.

The matter is
easily remedied.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes
can return to London

by the morning train.

Hardly that.

Hardly that.

I enjoy your invigorating
northern air.

I shall spend,
at any rate,

a few days upon
your moors.

Who knows I may
at least find

Herr Heidegger's bicycle,

if nothing else.

This is not a trivial
matter, Mr. Holmes.

I am gratified that you
think not, your Grace.

If there was meaning in
that remark, Mr. Holmes,

I'm afraid it escaped me.

Your only child
has disappeared.

Your hopes, your future,

your noble family itself

is threatened
with disillusion.

Your point, sir?

I ask your Grace,

what is modesty to this,

to your child's life?

Or his reputation?

Not then it
might be replied

what is continuance
without honor?

However, I believe you
are largely in the right,

Mr. Holmes.

If you refer to
the constraints

I have placed upon the
activities of the police

then perhaps I have
imposed too much.

I have a morbid fear

of the public gaze.

It would be foolish
not to avail ourselves

of Mr. Holmes'
services, James,

now that he is here.

Mr. Holmes?

Your Grace?

Perhaps you would like
to come and stay with us

at Holdernesse Hall.

I thank your Grace,

but I think for
the purposes of my investigation

it would
be wiser for me

to remain here at the
scene of the mystery.

As you wish.

Mr. Wilder or myself

will be available
to provide you with

any assistance that
you might require.

Might I ask whether

you have formed
any explanation

as to the mysterious
disappearance of your son?

No sir, I have not.

He is a fine
boy, Mr. Holmes.

And how long has he
been in your class?

Since his arrival here.

Did he speak much
of his family?

Not much.

It's my belief that
he missed his mother

this is something of
his father's doing.

The separation between
the Duke and the Duchess,

did he talk about that?

Not really.

It's a little mysterious.

The boy insisted

that they loved each
other very much.

You don't think
that he'd be

No he is a very
realistic child.

Awe, but not a very
realistic family.

I was told that they

were once members
of the Hellfire Club.

You wouldn't
know, I suppose,

what time Herr Heidegger
retired to his room

on the night of
the disappearance?

Not really but
quite late.

After eleven.

He was duty round
master that night.

And a cyclists I believe?

Yes, oh yes.

Did Lord Saltire
ever accompany him.

No he is not yet able
to retain his balance.

You wouldn't, I suppose,

happen to know
the make of tires

on Herr Heidegger's
bicycle?

Certainly.

A lovely bicycle by
the way made in Bramen.

The tires were Palmer,

you know the ones with
longitudinal tread.

I know the ones.

Thank you.

Doubly helpful.

Pleasure, Mr. Holmes.

Dinner will be at eight.

I beg your pardon.

Holmes?

This case grows
upon me, Watson.

There are decidedly
points of interest

in connection with it.

Here look at this map.

There are certain
geographical features,

which may have a
good deal to do

with our investigation.

This dark square is
the Priory School.

This, the main road
with no side turning

for a mile either way.

To the north of the school

the land rises slowly.

To the south,

a large district
of arable land,

with high walls
and hedgerows,

impossible territory
for a bicycle.

Oh what did you
discover at Oakborn?

Well the police
had reports

from all over the place

on a man and a
boy seen together.

They completed their
investigation on the site

early this morning.

What result?

Useless.

None bore the
slightest resemblance

of the boy or the
German master.

Excellent.

This mass of mistaken
sightings, Watson,

it confirms my suspicion.

I don't believe
they used the road.

That path of curiosity
of quiet places

will surely
find the light.

I don't think they
used the road at all.

But the bicycle?

A good cyclist does not
need a road, Watson.

The moor is
intersected with paths.

I remember the moons
that were full.

Now it is to the north

that our quest must lie.

You have done
well, Watson.

Dinner's soon, you'll
be happy to hear

but I have do just
have one point

on which I need
to be satisfied.

Herr Heidegger's room.

Ten minutes.

Doctor Holmes
is being delving

into the origins of
the Holdernesse family.

Like many ancient lines

it sprang from a
very muddy source.

Muddy Doctor?

Well not to be too
delicate about it,

they were cattle thieves.

A worrier class,
ingenious,

daring but the basis
of their wealth

was running off with
other people's cows.

Holmes even tells me that
Holdenesse has furnished

one of the madder members
of the Hell Fire Club.

What is the matter
Doctor Huxtable?

It is nothing.

But it's clearly
something.

I expect too
much I'm sure.

It is a part-time job.

Tell us your
expectations?

I do not expect miracles.

I think I
am not a man

who demands
the miraculous...

but you have
discovered nothing.

We haven't found,

not a jot since the
moment we left London.

Although indeed
that is not true.

You have discovered two
things, both falsums.

One, a squalid
piece of gossip

and the other an epocriful
and insulting fancy

about the origins
of my great patron.

I did not employ
you to come here

to blacken the name
of the Holdernesses', Mr. Holmes.

Calm yourself,
Doctor Huxtable.

We have in fact,
found some way,

I can describe to
you in some detail

what took place
in this school

on that fateful night.

Also the behavior
of your excellent

and faithful
German master.

Faithful, Heidegger?

What sir?

Herr Heidegger
retired to his room

soon after eleven o'clock.

He was the duty
master that night.

Now my friend and
colleague, Doctor Watson,

will impersonate.

Heidegger has still two
hours work ahead of him

and it's been a long day.

He allows himself
the comfort

of removing his jacket.

He moves across to
the chest by the door

and pours himself
a glass of sherry.

Badly needed
fortification

of the task
that lies ahead.

He collects the candle

and moves to his desk

to correct twenty-two
exercise books,

which contain not only
Grammatik exercises

but also a lengthy
composition.

You see my point,
Doctor Huxtable,

it would have been
well after midnight

if he had done
nothing else,

when his candle
fails him.

The candles are kept in
the chest by the door.

He arises from the desk
to fetch another one

but he cannot see
to find them,

so he turns
to the windows

to draw the curtains

to see better by
the moonlight.

Across the rooftops
on the gate tower

the boy has been
waiting for darkness,

knowing that his flight
must not be observed.

Herr Heidegger watches

as the boy hurries
across the ledge

to keep his prearranged
meeting by the river.

Sensing the enormity of
what was taking place,

Heidegger runs
to the door,

knocking over what remains

of his glass
sherry as he goes.

I see.

Thank you.

It seems I misjudged you.

The wisdom of his choice

to pursue the boy
is questionable.

I believe his fate
may be sealed.

You'll allow
me, Mr. Holmes?

Do you mean?

I hope not but if my
reasoning is correct

then I do fear for him.

And the boy?

The key to that,
Doctor Huxtable,

remains out there.

Beyond the
Drover's Bridge.

Poor beast.

Carrying crows.

They ruin their name.

So were assuming the boy

was taken away on
horseback are we not?

Certainly.

Otherwise Heidegger
would not have

needed a bicycle
to pursue them.

But the only tracks we've
found are cattle, Holmes.

Holmes?

Holmes?

A track, Watson!

A track.

A bicycle?

Certainly a bicycle

but not the bicycle.

I'm familiar
with forty-two

different impressions
left by tires.

This is a Dunlop

with a patch upon
the outer cover.

Heidegger's tires
were Palmers,

this is not
Heidegger's track.

Who's then?

Who's indeed?

Watson!

These are Palmer tracks,

Heidegger has
been this way.

Absolutely extraordinary.

Dunlop tracks for a
hundred fifty yards,

they vanish

and Palmer tracks
quite clear

leading to these rocks,

they vanish too.

Not a sign of a
horse anywhere.

Watson, you have
a blazing talent

for observing the obvious.

I should have brought
some luncheon.

Anyway what was Herr
Heidegger cycling after,

cows?

Presumably they didn't
abduct the child

on the back of a cow.

All traces of
horses obliterated.

In much evidence
the two bicycles

have vanished
into thin air.

Impossible.

Precisely.

It is impossible as
we have mistaken it,

therefore, in
some respect,

we must have
mistaken it wrong.

There's a hostelry mark

on the further
edge of the moor.

Holmes,

there's a hostelry on
the Chesterfield Road.

Yes if he we
keep on this line

we should come up to it.

Well that's where I'm
going to try my luck.

I'm hungry.

Holmes?

Lunch.

Of course my dear fellow
you must be starving.

Now observe that map.

You will see that
there's a hostelry

about three miles
in this direction.

We'll need some food
if we're going to

face the Duke of
Holdernesse later.

Nothing?

Nothing.

I must tell his Grace.

Nothing?

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's locked.

Primitive but forceful

as sporting portraits go.

Mr. Reuben Hayes?

How do you know my name?

It's printed
over the door.

We were looking for
some refreshment.

Were ya?

And would be obliged if
you could furnish it.

Would ya?

We would.

You must ask the woman.

Insufferable lout.

If were going
all the way

to Holdernesse
Hall this afternoon

let us try to hire those
unpreconditioned beasts.

What do you say?

How far are you
taking them?

Just to the Hall and back.

You know the
way, I dare say?

I worked there
for fifteen years.

Yeah, you can take them.

My word, Mr. Hayes, you
have injured yourself.

It's nothin'.

I am a Doctor sir,
and assure you it is.

You should have
it attended.

How did you come by it?

One of my dogs did it.

Those scratches.

What about them?

Well at a gentler glance
they were that far apart.

What animal would
make such a scratch?

Probably a descendent
of the champion jack.

Cockfighting is
forbidden by law

and has been
for fifty years.

Many things are
forbidden by law.

What law is there in
such places as these?

Awe excellent, Mrs.
Hayes, thank you.

What have you cooked?

Blood pudding, sweets
and [unintelligible].

How is it, Watson?

It is disgusting, Holmes.

That woman,

she's frightened
of something

and more than that
husband of hers.

Deception upon deception.

What was it
intended to hide?

Deception?

Oh, Watson,

my horse is lame.

That's odd.

Old shoes, new nails.

Gentlemen.

His Grace will
see you now.

Awe, Mr. Wilder.

Mr. Holmes,
Doctor Watson,

welcome to
Holdernesse Hall.

His Grace will be
joining us shortly.

We are placing high hopes
on your skills Mr. Holmes.

Did you bring news?

There is just one point

in which I need
to be satisfied.

Yes Mr. Holmes?

It concerns the Duke's
private concerns.

As his Grace's
private secretary

perhaps I can be
of some assistance.

I believe his Grace
wrote to his son

upon the day this
incident occurred.

No I believe he wrote
on the day before.

Yes but he would have
received it upon that day.

Yes, quite probably.

Might there have been
anything in that letter

which would have prompted
the boy to run away?

Oh, I hardly think so.

Anyway he would have
run here if anywhere.

Or to his mother in Italy?

No sir.

Lord Saltire would realize

the impossibility of
achieving such a goal.

Even if abetted
by this German,

he is an intelligent
and practical child.

And yet he cries
in his sleep.

Did his Grace post
the letter himself?

His Grace is not in the
habit of posting letters.

The letter was
laid with others

upon the study table

and I, myself,
put them there.

The only other person
who would handle them

would be Rivers,

who delivers the Daily
Post to the lodge.

And you're sure this
letter was among them?

Oh yes.

I observed it.

And what have you
observed, Mr. Holmes?

How does your
investigation progress?

Are you to disappoint me?

I hope still to render
your greater happier

and myself a richer man.

And what have
you discovered?

It is mostly a matter
of clarification.

My belief is
that the boy was

tempted out of the school
by a prearrangement

and I suspect
that his mother

may have been the bait.

The German master
observed his departure

and set off in pursuit.

We tracked the
passage of his bicycle

across the moors
with much difficulty.

It is almost as
if the tracks

were deliberately
sponged by someone...

Mr. Holmes?

Someone driving cattle.

You don't happen to know
if the cattle on the moor...

What about them?

I hope you have seen none.

We cannot winter
cattle outside

in our upland climate.

They will not be
out of the yard for,

oh at least
another two weeks.

Then I've been as
blind as the beetle.

I thank you, Grace.

Old shoes and new nails!

Old shoes and new nails!

Holmes there's something
you should see!

It is a remarkable.

Do you see those
horseshoes?

I saw them.

Whoever took
Lord Holdernesse

Shoed their horses with
different horseshoes.

To escape detection.

Reuben Hayes took
advantage of

a piece of local history?

It's bad Watson, bad.

Those vultures of the
north mark the spot.

German master.

What's left of him?

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

Hello, hello!

Skin and blood.

Only a microscope would
tell if it's human.

A consistent no
doubt to the scratch on Hayes' neck.

Oh yes.

Cause of death?

Strangulation.

The larynx is
quite crushed.

That shepherd can be

our messenger to
the priory school

with the news
of this tragedy.

We must proceed
on foot, Watson.

I was warm!

At that Inn,

warm as the children say.

The trail grows colder

every step I take
away from it.

How was I supposed
to know where to put the body.

It's all over now, Arthur.

Reuben Hayes.

Let's hope we're
not too late.

A Dunlop with a patch
on the outer cover.

What happened
here Mrs. Hayes?

I'm satisfied that you

have no liking
for this business

and that you acted
under coercion.

Someone came for the boy.

The Duke's secretary,
Mr. Wilder?

Which way did they go?

Across the moor?

Aboard the
Chesterfield Road

where [unintelligible].

Excellent Mrs. Hayes.

I must alert the Duke's
household, Watson.

You are now the
boy's guardian angel.

I fancy I see your
Grace's checkbook

upon your desk.

I would be glad if you
would make me out a check

for six thousand pounds.

Perhaps it would be best
if you were to cross it.

The Capital and
Counties Bank,

Oxford Street branch,
are my agents.

I do not possess
a temperament,

Mr. Holmes that
appreciates

the kind of
acidulous pleasantry

that clearly amuses you.

I am sorry, but
I do not see how

James, Mr. Wilder

could possibly
be implicated in this business

and you average
not proof of it.

But I possess the proof.

It is beyond debate.

The mud is
scarcely dry on the

cloven horseshoes
in your casements.

Why do you doubt my word?

You seem to suffer
from a blindness.

Your own interest, which
borders on madness.

Your Grace,

those portraits
in the hall

of you and your
father as young men,

there your family
liniments are very clear.

How long has Mr. Wilder

been in your service?

What is your meaning?

How dare you sir!

You do not understand!

You are a barbarian!

You will never... please
leave me immediately.

I won't...

I...

Then it is as I suspected.

Mr. James Wilder
is your son.

When I was a very
young man, Mr. Holmes,

I loved,

with such a love

that comes only
once in a lifetime.

I offered the
lady marriage

but she refused it

on the grounds
that such a match

might mar my career.

Had she lived,

I would certainly never
had married anyone else

but she died

and left with one child,

James, whom
for her sake

I have tended
and cared for.

I could not acknowledge
paternity to the world

but in all other ways

I have treated
him like my son.

He has required,

but not warranted,

a father's forgiveness
many times

and I have forgiven.

I have forgiven.

I have forgiven much.

Awe your Grace you
have done all you can

for Mr. Wilder.

You must realize that
he is lost to you.

He's conspired to
abduct Lord Saltire.

He's an accessory
to a murder,

however unwittingly.

He must be found

before he's
attempted to a crime

even more terrible.

He must be found

before you loose the son

that is left to you.

Rivers?

You are to organize
a search of the moor.

West Woods in a line

from the temple
to the pavilion.

You are to employ
the entire staff

without exception.

You are looking
for my son,

Lord Saltire.

If you find Mr. Wilder,

please see that
he is detained

and brought to me.

Wilder intercepted
your letter

and substituted a note,

which deceived your
son into believing

that he was to
see his mother.

The murderous Hayes was
his paid accomplice

but the police
have been alerted.

Hayes will not escape.

Watson?

I tracked them
over to the moor

but they disappeared.

I searched the area

but it's as if the earth
just swallowed them up.

With my research into
your family history

I've seemed to
recall mention

of a huge
limestone cavern

where the stolen
cattle were penned.

The cathedral.

Come on.

Come on!

Hand him over?

No!

You shall not have him!

Father!

Come Father!

Father!

Father!

James!

I was disposed
to love Francesca

and not with a
boy's passion

but with a man's love.

My marriage to her

founded on
James' jealousy.

As long as I could see

his mother's face
and manner in him

James knew he
could keep me

from the love
I owed my wife.

Even his cruelty
to Arthur

I could not send him
away even for that.

So I sent Arthur
away instead.

What did he
hope to achieve

by kidnapping his brother?

Money?

Legitimacy?

And power.

Power over me.

He delighted in
exercising power over me,

for me and you were to
have denied him power.

But you suspected that he
was behind the abduction?

In my darkest
moments, yes.

Yet somehow I hoped to

save him.

Well, a long penance
it had seemed.

I can only hope that

Francesca will forgive me.

Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

Your Grace?

This is a king's ransom.

You have given me
back my future.

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