Part 2 of The Adventure of The Priory school from the return of
Sherlock Holmes by Sir, Arthur Conan Doyle.
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Part 2, I brought the peasant across and homes, dispatched.
A frightened, man with a note to dr.
Huxtable. Now.
Watson said, he, we have picked up two Clues this morning.
One is the bicycle with the Palmer tire and we see what that
has led to the other is the bicycle with the patched Dunlop.
Before we start to investigate that, let us try to realize what
we do know. So as to make the most of it and
to separate the essential from The Accidental, first 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 I assented.
Well. 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.
Undoubtedly. Why 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. So it would seem now.
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 turned to his bicycle.
I'm told that he was an excellent cyclist.
He would not do this. If he did not see, the boy had
some Swift means of Escape. The other bicycle.
Let us continue our reconstruction, he meets his
death, five miles from the school, not by a bullet Mark you
which even allowed might conceivably discharged.
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 around the scene of the tragedy.
What do we find? A few cattle tracks, nothing
more. I took a wide Sweet Brown and
there is no paths within 50 yards.
Another cyclist could have had nothing to do with the actual
murder nor were there, any human foot marks homes?
I cried. This is impossible.
Admirable. He said a most Illuminating
remark. It is impossible as I stated and
therefore, I must in some respect.
Have stated it wrong, yet. You saw for yourself.
Can you suggest any fallacy? He could not have fractured his
skull in a fall? In a Maurice Watson.
I'm at my wit's end. Tut Tut.
We have solved some worse problems, but 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 patch to cover has to offer us.
We picked up the track and followed it on word for some
distance. But soon, the more rows 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 Tire. It might equally have led to
holderness Hall. The stately towers of which rose
some miles to our left, or to a low gray Village which lay in
front of us and mark the position of the Chesterfield
High Road. As we approach the forbidding
and squalid in with the sign of a Gamecock above the door
Holmes, gave a sudden grown 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.
How are you? Mr. Reuben, Hayes said, Holmes,
who are you? And how do you get my name?
Soap at the Countryman answered with a suspicious flash of a
pair of cunning eyes. Well, 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.
Now. I have not.
I can hardly put my foot to the ground.
Don't put it to the ground, but I can't walk.
Well then hop. Mr. Reuben, Hayes.
Manor was far from gracious. But Holmes took it with an
admirable, good humor. Look here.
My man said he, this is really rather an awkward fix for me.
I don't mind how I get on. Neither.
Do I said the morose landlord? The matter is very important.
I would offer you a sovereign for the use of a bicycle.
The landlord pricked up his ears.
Where do you want to go to holdernesse?
Hall? Pals of the Duke are suppose to
the landlord surveying. Our mud-stained garments with
ironical eyes Holmes, laughed good-naturedly.
He'll be glad to see us. Anyhow, why?
Because we bring him news of his lost, son.
The landlord gave a very visible start, what you're on his track.
He has been heard of in Liverpool.
They expect to get him every hour.
Again, a swift change passed over the heavy unshaven face.
His manner was suddenly genial of Less Reason to wish to do
quell. The most men said he for.
I was head. Coachman once and cruel bad.
He treated me, it was him. That sacked me without character
on the word of a lying corn Chandler, but I'm glad to hear
that the young ladder was heard of in Liverpool and I love you
to take the news to the hall. Thank you said Holmes will have
some food first then you can bring around the bicycle.
Oh, I haven't got a bicycle Holmes, held up a sovereign or
tell you, man. Do I haven't got one?
I'll let you have two offices as far as the all well, well said
Holmes, we'll talk about it when we've had something to eat.
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 onto a squalid
Courtyard in the far Corner as a smoothie.
We're a grimy lad was at work on the other side.
With a stables, Holmes, had sat down again after one of those
excursions when he suddenly sprang out of his chair with a
loud. Nation by Heaven Watson, I
believe that I've got it. He cried.
Yes. Yes.
It must be so Watson. Do you remember seeing any cow
tracks today? Yes, several.
We're well everywhere. They were at the morass and
again, on the path and again near where poor Heidegger met
his death. Exactly.
Well, now Watson. How many cows did you see on the
more? I don't remember seeing any
strange Watson that we should see tracks all along our line,
but never a cow on the whole more.
Very strange Watson. A yes.
It is strange. Now, Watson make an effort.
Throw your mind back. Can you see those tracks upon
the path? Yes, I can.
Can you recall that the tracks were sometimes like that Watson?
He arranged a number of breadcrumbs in this fashion.
And sometimes like this and occasionally like this.
Can you remember that? No, I cannot, but I can, I could
swear to it. However, we will go back at our
Leisure and verify it. What a blind Beetle.
I have been not to draw my conclusion.
And what is your conclusion only that it is a remarkable cow,
which walks Canter's and gallops by George Watson.
It was no brain of a country Publican that thought out such a
blind as that. The coast seems to be clear.
Say for that lad in the Smoothie, Let Us slip out and
see what we can see. They were too rough head,
unkempt horses in the tumbledown stable, Holmes raised the hind
leg of one of them and laughed aloud old shoes, but newly shod
old shoes. But New Nails, this case.
Deserves to be a classic. Let us go across to the
smoothie. The lad continued his work
without regarding us. I saw Holmes his eyes darting to
right and left among the litter of iron and wood, which was
scattered above the floor. Suddenly.
However, we heard a step behind us and there was the landlord
his heavy eyebrows drawn over his Savage eyes.
His swarthy features convulsed with passion.
He held a short metal headed stick in his hand and he
advanced in so menacing a fashion that I was right.
Glad to feel the revolver in my pocket.
You infernal spies the man. Cried.
What you doing here? Why?
Mr. Reuben Hayes said, Holmes Cooley one might think that you
were afraid of our finding something out.
The man mastered himself with a violent effort.
And his Grim mouth loosened into a false laugh, which was more
menacing than his frown. You're welcome to all.
You can find out in my smiddy said, he, but look here.
Mr. My don't care for folk poking about my place without my
leave. So the sooner you pay your score
and get out of this than better. I shall be pleased.
All right. Mr. Hayes, no harm.
Meant said, Holmes. We have been having a look at
your horses. But I think I'll walk after all.
It's not far. I believe no more than two miles
to the or Gates Master out of the left.
He watched us with Sullen eyes until we had left his premises.
We did not go very far along the road for home.
Stop. The instant, that the curve hit
us from the landlord's View. We were warm as the children's
say at that. In said, he I seem to grow
colder. Every step that I take away from
it. No, no, I can't possibly leave
it. I'm convinced said I that this
Reuben Hayes knows all about it, a more self-evident villain.
I never saw. Oh, he impressed you in that
way. Did he?
There are the horses. There is a Smithy.
Yes. It is an interesting place.
This fighting cock. I think we shall have another
look at it in an unobtrusive way along, sloping Hillside dotted
with gray, Limestone Boulders stretched behind us.
We had turned off the road, and we're making our way up the
hill. When looking in the direction of
holdernesse Hall. I saw a cyclist coming swiftly,
along Get down Watson cried Holmes with a heavy hand upon my
shoulder. We had hardly sunk from view
when the man flew past us on the road and made a rolling cloud of
dust. I caught a glimpse of a pale
agitated face, a face with horror in every linear moment.
The mouth Open. The Eyes staring wildly in
front. It was like some strange
caricature of the Dapper James Wilder whom he had seen the
night before. The Dukes secretary cried
Holmes. Come Watson.
Let us see what he does. We scrambled from rock to rock
until in a few moments. We had made our way to a point,
from which we could see the front door of the in Wilders
bicycle was leaning against the wall beside it.
No one was moving about the house.
Nor could we catch a glimpse of any faces at the windows?
Slowly the Twilight crept down as the sun sank behind the high
towers of holdernesse Hall. Then in the Gloom.
We saw the two side lamps of a trap light up in the stable yard
of the in and shortly afterwards heard the rattle of hooves as it
wheeled out into the road and tore off at a furious Pace in
the direction of Chesterfield. What do you make of that?
Watson Holmes whispered? It looks like a flight.
A single man in a dog-cart. So far, as I could see.
Well, it certainly was not. Mr. James Wilder, for there.
He is at the door. A red square of light, at
sprung, out of the darkness in the middle of it was the black
figure of the secretary. His head Advanced peering out
into the night. It was evident that he was
expecting someone then at last, there were steps in the road, a
second figure was visible for an instant against the light, the
door shut and all was black once more.
Five minutes later a lamp was lit in a room upon the first
floor. It seems to be a curious class
of custom that is done by the fighting cock said, Holmes.
The bar is on the other side, quite.
So these are what will make all the private guests.
Now. What in the world is?
Mr. James Wilder doing in that Den at this hour of night and
who is the companion who comes to meet him.
There come Watson. We must really take a risk and
try to investigate this a little more closely.
Together. We stole down to the road and
crept across to the door of the in the bicycle still leaned
against the wall home struck a match and held it to the back
wheel and I heard him chuckle, as the light fell Upon A patched
Dunlop Tire up above us, was the lighted window.
I must have a peep through that Watson, if you bend your back
and support yourself upon the wall.
I think that I can manage. An instant later, his feet were
on my shoulders, but he was hardly up before he was down
again. Come, my friend said, he today's
work has been quite long enough. I think that we have gathered
all that we can. It's a long walk to the school.
And the sooner we get started, the better.
He hardly opened his lips. During that weary trudge across
the Moor. Nor would he enter the school
when he reached it? But went on to mackleton
station, when she could send some telegrams late at night.
I heard him consoling. Dr. Huxtable frustrated by the
tragedy of his master's death. I'd like to steal.
He entered my room as alert and vigorous as he had been when he
started in the morning. All goes.
Well, my friend said he I promise that before tomorrow
evening. We shall have reached the
solution of the mystery. At 11 o'clock.
Next morning, my friend and I were walking up the famous, you
Avenue of holdernesse Hall. We were ushered through the
Magnificent Elizabethan doorway, and into his Grace's study where
we found. Mr. James Wilder, do mio and
courtly, but with some trace of that wild Terror of the night
before still lurking in his furtive eyes, and in his
twitching features, You've come to see his grace.
I am sorry, but the fact is that the Duke is far from, well, he's
been very much upset by the tragic news.
We received a telegram from dr. Huxtable yesterday, afternoon,
which told us of your discovery. I must see the Duke mr.
Wilder, but he's in his room. Then I must go to his room.
I believe he's in his bed. I will see him there.
Holmes's cold and inexorable manner.
Showed the secretary that it was useless to argue with him.
Very good. Mr. Holmes.
I will tell him that you're here.
After an hour's delay, the great nobleman appeared, his face was
more cadaverous than ever. His shoulders had rounded and he
seemed to me to be an altogether older man than he had been the
morning before. He greeted us with a stately
courtesy and seated himself at his desk.
His Red Beard streaming down on the table.
Well, mr. Holmes said he, but my friend's
eyes were fixed upon the secretary who stood by his
master's chair. I think your grace that I could
speak more freely in mr. Wilders absence.
The man turned a shade paler and cast a malignant glance at
homes. If your grace wishes.
Yes. Yes, you'd better go now.
Mr. Holmes. What have you to say?
My friend, waited until the door had closed behind the retreating
secretary. The fact is your Grace said he
do to my colleague. Dr. Watson and myself had an
assurance from dr. Huxtable.
There's a reward has been offered.
In this case. I should like to have this
confirmed from your own lips. Certainly, mr.
Holmes. It amounted, if I am correctly
informed, to 5,000 pounds to anyone, who will tell you, where
your son is. Exactly and another thousand to
the man, who will name the person or persons, who keep him
in custody. Exactly under the latter.
Heading is included. No doubt.
Not only those who may have taken him away.
But also those who conspire to keep him in his present
position. Yes, yes.
Cried the Jew can patiently if you do your work.
Well, mr. Sherlock Holmes.
You will have no reason to complain of niggardly treatment
my friend rubbed, his thin hands together with an appearance of
avidity, which was a surprise to me, who knew his Frugal tastes.
I fancy that I see your Grace's checkbook upon the table said.
He I should be glad if you would make me out a check for 6,000
pounds. It would be as well.
Perhaps for you to cross it. The capital and Counties Bank
Oxford Street, branch are my agents.
His grace sat very Stern and upright in his chair and looked
stonily at my friend. Is this a joke?
Mr. Holmes? It is hardly as subject for
pleasantry. Not at all your grace.
I was never more Earnest in my life.
What do you mean then? I mean that I have earned the
reward. I know where your son is and I
know some at least of those who are holding him.
The Dukes beard a turned more aggressively red than ever
against his ghastly white face. Where is he?
He is, or was last night at the fighting cock in about two miles
from your parkgate. The Duke fell back in his chair.
And whom do you accuse Sherlock Holmes?
His answer was an astounding one.
He stepped swiftly forward, and touched the Juke upon the
shoulder. I accuse you said he and now
your grace I'll trouble you for that check.
Never shall. I forget the Dukes appearance as
he sprang up and Claude with his hands like one who is sinking
into an abyss. Then with an extraordinary
effort of aristocratic self-command.
He sat down and sank his face in his hands.
It was some minutes before he spoke.
How much do you know? He asked at last without raising
his head? I saw you together last night.
Does anyone else beside your friend?
Know, I have spoken to no one. The Duke took a pen in his
quivering fingers and opened his checkbook.
I shall be as good as my word. Mr. Holmes.
I'm about to write your check. However, unwelcome the
information which you have gained maybe to me, when the
offer was first made, I little thought to turn which events
might take but you and your friend Norman have discretion.
Mr. Holmes. I hardly understand your grace.
I must put it plainly. Mr. Holmes.
If only you to know of this incident, there is no reason why
it should go any farther. I think. 12,000 pounds is a son.
That I owe you. Is it not?
But Holmes smiled and shook his head.
I fear your grace that matters can hardly be arranged so
easily. There is the death of this
Schoolmaster to be accounted for but James knew nothing of that.
You cannot hold him responsible for that.
It was the work of this brutal Ruffian whom he had The
Misfortune to employ. I must take the view your grace.
But when a man inbox Upon a Crime, he is morally guilty of
any other crime which may spring from it.
Morley mr. Holmes, no doubt you are right,
but surely not in the eyes of the law.
A man cannot be condemned for a murder at which he was not
present and which he loathes and deboers as much as you do the
instant that he heard of it. He made a complete confession to
me. So filled was he with horror and
remorse. He lost not an hour in Breaking
entirely with the murderer. Oh, mr.
Holmes. You must save him.
I tell you that.
You must save him. The Juke had dropped, the last
attempt at self-command and was pacing the room with a convulsed
face and with his clenched hands raving in the air.
At last, he mastered himself and sat down once more at his desk.
I appreciate your conduct in coming here before you spoke to
anyone else. Said he, at least we have take
counsel how far we can minimize this hideous Scandal.
Exactly said, Holmes. I think your grace at this can
only be done by absolute frankness between us.
I am disposed to help your grace to the best of my ability, but
in order to do so, I must understand to The Last Detail,
how the matter I realize that your words applied to mr.
James Wilder. And that he is not the murderer.
Know. The murderer.
Has escaped Sherlock Holmes, smiled to me early.
Your Grace can hardly have heard of any small reputation, which I
possess or you would not imagine that.
It is so easy to escape me, mr. Reuben.
Hayes was arrested at Chesterfield on my information
at 11:00 last night, I had a telegram from the head of the
local police before I left the school this morning.
Leaned back in his chair and stared with amazement at my
friend. Who seem to have powers that are
hardly human said he, so Reuben, Hayes is taken.
I'm right. Glad to hear it.
If it will not react upon the fate of James, your secretary.
No, sir. My son.
It was Holmes has turned to look astonished.
I confess that this is entirely new to me your grace.
I must beg you to be more explicit.
I will conceal nothing from you. I agree with you that complete
frankness. However, painful it may be to me
is the best policy in this desperate situation to which
James's Folly, and jealousy have reduced us.
When I was a very young man, mr. Holmes, I loved with such a love
as 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 have married
anyone else. She died and left, this one
child, whom for her sake. I have cherished and cared for.
I could not acknowledge the paternity to the world, but I
Even the best of education's. And since he came to manhood.
I've kept him near my person. He surmised my secret and was
presumed ever since upon the claim, which he has upon me, and
upon his power of provoking a scandal, which would be
abhorrent to me. His presence had something to do
with the unhappy issue of my marriage above all, he hated my
young legitimate Heir from the First with the persistent
hatred. You may well ask me why under
these circumstances. I still kept James under my
roof. I answer that it was because I
could see his mother's face in his and that for her.
Dear sake, there was no end to my long-suffering.
All her pretty ways to there was not one of them, which he could
not suggest, and bring back to my memory.
I could not send him away, but I feared so much lest.
He should do Arthur that is Lord saltire and Mischief that I
dispatched him for safety to dr. Huxtables school.
James came into contact with this fellow Hayes, because the
man was a tenant of mine and James acted as agent, the fellow
was a rascal from the beginning, but in some extraordinary way
James became intimate with him. He had always a taste for low
company when James determined to kidnap Lord saltire.
It was of this man's service that he availed himself.
You remember that I wrote to Syrup on that last day.
Well James opened the letter and inserted a note asking Arthur to
meet him in a little wood called the Ragged Shaw which is near to
the school. He used the duchess's name.
And in that way, got the boy to come that evening.
James bicycle Dover. I'm telling you what he has
himself confessed to me and he told Arthur.
No, me met in the wood at his mother long to see him.
Him that she was awaiting him on the Moor and that if he would
come back into the wood at midnight, he would find a man
with a horse who would take him to her.
Poor Arthur fell into the Trap. He came to the appointment and
found this fellow Hayes with a lead.
Pony Arthur mounted, and they set off together.
It appears though. This James only heard yesterday
that they were pursued. That Haze struck the pursuer
with his stick and at the man died of his injuries.
Hayes brought Arthur to his Public House, the fighting cock
where he was confined in an upper room.
Under the care of mrs. Hayes, who is a kindly woman but
entirely under the control of her.
Brutal husband. Well, mr.
Holmes. That was the State of Affairs.
When I first saw you two days ago.
I had no more idea of the truth than you.
You will ask me. What was James's motive in doing
such a deed. I answer that there was a great
deal which was unreasoning and fanatical in the hatred, which
he bore. My are in his view.
He should himself. Have been air of all my Estates
and he deeply resented, those social laws, which made it
impossible. At the same time, he had a
definite motive. Also, he was eager that I should
break the entail and he was of opinion that it lay in my power
to do. So, he intended to make a
bargain with me to restore Arthur if I would break the
entail and so make it possible for the estate to be left to him
by Will. He knew well that I should never
willingly invoke the aid of the police against him.
I say that he would have proposed such a bargain to me,
but he did not actually do. So for events moved too quickly
for him and he had no time to put his plans into practice.
What brought all this wicked scheme to wreck was your
discovery of this man? Heidegger's dead body.
James was seized with horror at the news.
It came to us yesterday as we sat together in this study.
Dr. Huxtable had sent a telegram.
James was so overwhelmed with grief and agitation that my
suspicions, which had never been entirely absent, Rose instantly
to a certainty. T.
And I taxed him with the deed, he made a complete voluntary
confession. Then he implored me to keep his
secret for three days longer. So as to give his wretched,
accomplice a chance of saving his guilty life.
I yielded as I've always yielded to his prayers and instantly
James hurried off to the fighting cock to warn Hayes and
give him. The means of flight.
I could not go there by daylight without provoking comment, but
as soon as night fell I hurried off to see my dear Arthur.
I found him safe and well, but horrified Beyond expression by
the Dreadful deed. He had witnessed in deference to
my promise and much against my will.
I consent it to leave him there for 3 Days under the charge of
Mrs. Hayes. Since it was evident that it was
impossible to inform the police where he was without telling
them all. So who was the murderer?
And I could not see. How that murderer could be
punished without ruined. My unfortunate James.
You asked for frankness. Mr. Holmes, and I have taken you
at your word for, I have now told you everything without an
attempt at circumlocution or concealment.
Do you in turn? Be as Frank with me?
I will said Holmes in the first place, your grace.
I am bound to tell you that you have placed yourself in a most
serious position in the eyes of the law.
You have condoned a felony and you have aided the Escape.
Gave of a murderer for. I can't doubt that any money
which was taken by James Wilder to Aid his.
Accomplice, in his flight came from your Grace's purse, the
Duke bowed his Ascent. This is indeed a most serious
matter, even more culpable. In my opinion.
Your Grace, is your attitude, towards your younger son.
You leave him in this Den for three days.
Under solemn promises. What a promises to such people
as these, you have no guarantee that he will not be Spirited
Away again to humor. You're guilty eldest, son.
You have exposed your innocent younger son to imminent and
unnecessary danger. It was a most unjustifiable
action. The proud lord of Holiness was
not accustomed to be. So rated in his own ducal Hall,
the blood flushed into his high forehead, but his conscience
held him dumb. I will help you but on one
condition, only it is that you ring for the footmen.
And let me give such orders as I like.
Without a word, the Duke, press the electric Bell.
A servant entered. You'll be glad to hear said,
Holmes that your young Master is found.
It is a dukes desire that the carriage should go at once to
the fighting cock in to bring Lord saltire home.
Now said Holmes, when the rejoicing Lackey had disappeared
having secured the future, we can afford to be more lenient
with the past. I am not in an official position
and there is no reason so long as the ends of justice is served
why I should disclose all the Thai know as to Haze.
I say nothing The Gallows awaits him and I would do nothing to
save him from it. What he will divulge.
I cannot tell but I have no doubt.
Out that your grace could make him understand that it is to his
interest to be silent. From the police point of view.
He will have kidnapped, the boy for the purpose of Ransom, if
they do not themselves, find it out.
I see no reason why I should prompt them to take a broader
point of view. I would warn Your Grace,
however, that the continued presence of mr.
James Wilder in your household can only lead to Misfortune.
I understand that mr. Holmes, and it is already
settled at, he shall leave me forever and go to seek his
fortune. Noon, Australia.
In that case, your grace, since you have yourself, stated that
any unhappiness in your married, life was caused by his presence.
I would suggest that you make such immense, as you can to The
Duchess and that you try to resume those relations, which
have been so unhappily interrupted.
That also I have arranged mr. Holmes.
I wrote to The Duchess this morning, in that case said
Holmes Rising. I think that my friend and I can
congratulate ourselves upon several most happy results from
our little visit to the north. There is one other small Point
upon which I desire some light. This fellow Hayes had shot his
horses with shoes, which counterfeited the tracks of
cows. Was it from?
Mr. Wilders. He learned so extraordinary
device. The Duke stood in thought for a
moment, with a look of intense surprise on his face.
Then he opened a door and showed us into a large room furnished
as a museum. He led the way to a glass case
in a corner and pointed to the inscription.
These shoes Moran were dug up in the motive holderness whole they
are for the use of horses, but they are shaped below with a
cloven foot of iron. So as to throw pursuers off the
track, they are supposed to belong.
To some of the marauding Barons of holderness in the Middle
Ages. Holmes opened the case and
moistening his finger. He passed it along the shoe, a
thin film of recent mud was left upon his skin.
Thank you said he, as he replaced the glass, it is the
second most interesting object that I have seen in the North.
And the first home is, folded up his check and placed it
carefully in his notebook. I am a poor man.
Said he as he patted it, affectionately and thrust it
into the depths of his inner pocket.
End of the adventure of The Priory School.