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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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