05 - The Adventure of the Priory School Part 1

0:00Adventure 5 of the Return of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. This liberal Oxford recording is in the public domain. Adventure 5, the adventure of the primary school, part 1. We've had some dramatic entrances and exits upon our small stage at Baker Street, but I cannot recollect anything more sudden and startling, and the first appearance of thornycroft Huxedible, MA, PhD, etc. His card which seemed too small to carry the weight of his academic distinctions preceded him by a few seconds, and then he entered himself. So large, so pompous and so dignified, that he was a very embodiment of self-possession and solidity. And yet his first action, when the door had closed behind him, was to stagger against the table, when he slipped down upon the floor, and there was that majestic figure prostrate and insensible upon our beskin hearth rug. We'd

1:02sprung to our feet, and for a few moments we stared in silent amazement at this ponderous piece of wreckage, which told of some sudden and fatal storm far out on the ocean of life. Then Holmes hurried with a cushion for his head, and I with a brandy face lips. The heavy white face was seemed with lines of trouble, the hanging pouches under the closed eyes were ledden in colour, the loose mouth drooped dolariously at the corners, the rolling chins were unshaven. Color and shirt bore the grime of a long journey, and the hair bristled unkempt from the well-shaped head. It was a sorely stricken man who lay before us. What is it Watson? Asked Holmes. Absolute exhaustion, possibly mere hunger and fatigue, said I, with my finger on the thready pulse, where the stream of life trickled thin and small. Returned ticket from Mackelton in the north of England, said Holmes

2:03drawing it from the watch pocket. It is not twelve o'clock yet. He has certainly been an early starter. The bucket-i-lids had begun to quiver, and now a pair of vacant grey eyes looked up at us. An instant later the man had scrambled onto his feet, his face crimson with shame. Forgiveness, Mr. Holmes, I have been a little overwrought. Thank you, if I might have a glass of milk and a biscuit, I have no doubt that I should be better. I came personally, Mr. Holmes, in order to ensure that you would return with me. I feared that no telegram would have convinced you of the absolute urgency of the case. When you are quite restored, I am quite well again. I cannot imagine how I came to be so weak. I wish you, Mr. Holmes, to come to Mackelton with me by the next train. My friend shook his head. My colleague, Dr. Watson,

3:07could tell you that we are very busy at present. I am retained in this case of the Ferrer's documents, and the abrog of any murder is coming up for trial. Only a very important issue could call me from London at present. Important, our visitor threw up his hands. Have you heard nothing of the abduction of the only son of the Duke of Holdeness? What, the late cabinet minister? Exactly. We had tried to keep it out of the papers, but there was some rumour in the globe last night. I thought it might have reached your ears. Holmes shot out his long, thin arm and picked out volume H in his encyclopedia of reference. Holdeness, six Duke KGPC, half the alphabet. Baron Beverly Earl of Castan, dear me, what a list, Lord Lou Tenant of Halemshire, since 1900. Married Edith, daughter of Sir Charles

4:08Appledore, 1888. Air and only child, Lord Seltire, owns about 250,000 acres. Minerals in Lancashire and Wales, address Carlton House Terrace, Holdeness Hall, Halemshire. Castan Castle, Banger, Wales. Lord of the Admiralty, 1872. Chief Secretary of State for…well, this man is certainly one of the greatest subjects of the crown. The greatest and perhaps the wealthiest. I am aware, Mr Holmes, that you take a very high line in professional matters and that you are prepared to work for the work's sake. I may tell you, however, that his grace has already intimated that a check for five thousand pounds will be handed over to the person who can tell him where his son is, and another thousand to him who can name the man or men who have taken him. It is a princely offer, said Holmes.

5:10Watson, I think we shall accompany Dr Huckstable back to the north of England. And now Dr Huckstable, when you have consumed that milk, you will kindly tell me what has happened. When it happened, how it happened, and finally what Dr Thornichroff's Huckstable of the Priory School near Mackelton has to do with the matter. And why he comes three days after an event, the state of your chin gives the date, to ask for my humble services. Our visitor had consumed his milk and biscuits. The light had come back to his eyes and the colour to his cheeks, as he set himself with great vigor and lucidity to explain the situation. I must inform you gentlemen that the Priory is a preparatory school of which I am the founder and principal. Huckstable's side lights on Horace may possibly recall my name to your memories. The Priory is, without exception, the best and most select preparatory school

6:12in England. Lord Leverstoke, the Earl of Blackwater, Sir Carthcart Soames, they all have entrusted their sons to me, but I felt that my school had reached its zenith when weeks ago the Duke of Holderness sent Mr James Wilder, his secretary, with intonation that young Lord Saltire, ten years old, his only son and heir, was about to be committed to my charge. What school did I think that this would be the prelude to the most crushing misfortune of my life? On May 1st the boy arrived, that being from the beginning of the summer term, he was a charming youth and he soon fell into our ways. I may tell you, I trust that I am not indiscreet, but half-confidence are absurd in such case, that he was not entirely happy at home. It is an open secret that the Duke's married life had not been a peaceful one,

7:13and the matter had ended in a separation by mutual consent, the Duchess taking up her residence in the south of France. This had occurred very shortly before, and the boy's sympathies are known to have been strongly with his mother. He moat after her departure from Holderness Hall, and it was for this reason that the Duke desired to send him to my establishment. In a fortnight, the boy was quite at home with us, and was apparently absolutely happy. He was last seen on the night of May 13th, that is, the night of last Monday. His room was on the second floor, and was approached through another large room in which two boys were sleeping. These boys saw and heard nothing, so that it is certain that young Saltia did not pass out that way. His window was open, and there is a stout ivy plant leading to the ground. We could trace no footmarks below, but it is sure that

8:16this is the only possible exit. His absence was discovered at seven o'clock on Tuesday morning. His bed had been slept in. He had dressed himself fully before going off in his usual school suit of black-eaten jacket and dark grey trousers. There were no signs that any would have entered the room, and it is quite certain that anything in the nature of cries or a struggle would have been heard since Cawntur, the elder boy in the inner room, is a very light sleeper. When Lord Saltia's disappearance was discovered, I had once called a role of the whole establishment, boys, masters and servants. It was then that we ascertain that Lord Saltia had not been alone in his flight. Heidegger, the German master, was missing. His room was on the second floor, at the farther end of the building, facing the same way as Lord Saltia's. His bed had also been

9:19slept in, but he had apparently gone away partly dressed, since his shirt and socks were lying on the floor. He had undoubtedly let himself down by the ivy, for we could see the marks of his feet where he had landed on the lawn. His bicycle was kept in a small shed beside his lawn, and it also was gone. He had been with me for two years, and came with the best references, but he was a silent, morose man, not very popular either, with masters or boys. No trace could be found of the fugitives, and now, on Thursday morning, we are as ignorant as we were on Tuesday. Inquiry was, of course, made at once, at Holden S. Hall, which is only a few miles away, and we imagine that in some sudden attack of homesickness, he had gone back to his father, but nothing had been heard of him. The Duke is greatly agitated, and as to me, you have seen yourselves the state of nervous prostration,

10:23to which the suspense and the responsibility have reduced me. Mr. Holmes, if ever you put forward your full powers, I implore you to do so now, for never in your life could you have a case which is more worthy of them. Sherlock Holmes had listened with the utmost intentness to the statement of the unhappy schoolmaster. His drawn brows and the deep furrow between them showed that he needed no exhortation to concentrate all his attention upon a problem, which apart from the tremendous interests involved, must appeal so directly to his love of the complex and the unusual. He now drew out his notebook and jotted down one or two memorandum. "'You have been very remiss in not coming to me sooner,' said he, severely. You start me on my investigation with a very serious handicap. It is conceivable, for example, that this IV and this lawn would have yielded nothing to an expert observer. I am not blame, Mr. Holmes. His

11:30grace was extremely desirous to avoid all public scandal. He was afraid of his family unhappiness being dragged before the world. He has a deep horror of anything of the kind. But there has been some official investigation? Yes, sir. Man, it has proved most disappointing. An apparent clue was at one subtaid. Since a boy and a young man were reported to have been seen leaving a neighbouring station by an early train. Only last night we had news that the couple had been hunted down and Liverpool. And they proved to have no connection, whatever, with the 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

12:34affair 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 his German master? Not 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.

13:40Quite 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 boy's letters? No. How do you know is from the father? The coat of arms was on the envelope and it was addressed in the Duke's peculiarly stiff hand besides the Duke remembers having written. When had he a letter before

14:48that? Not for several days. Had he ever won from France? No. Never. You see the point of my questions, of course. Either the boy was carried off by force or he went off his own free will. In the latter case you would expect that some prompting from outside would be needed to make so younger 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 correspondence. I fear I cannot help you much. His only correspondence 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

15:49ordinary 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 heaven 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 Soltier's feelings. I see. By the way, that last letter of the Duke's. Or 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 Houston. I will order a full wheeler in a quarter of an hour which shall be at your service. If you are telegruffing home, Mr. Huxdable, 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

16:52red 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 the 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. Huxdable's famous school is situated. It was already dark when we reached it. A card was lying on the hall table, and the butthole 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

17:54curved and long. His complexion was of a dead paller, 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 stately presence, who looked stonely at us from the centre of Dr. Huxdable's hearth rug, beside him stood a very young man, whom I understood to be wilder, the private secretary. He was small, nervous, alert with intelligent, light blue eyes and mobile features. It was he who at once in an incisive and positive tone opened the conversation. I called this morning, Dr. Huxdable, too late to prevent you from starting to London. I learned that your object was to invite Mr Sherlock Holmes to undertake the conduct of this case. His grace is surprised, Dr. Huxdable, that you should have taken such a step without consulting him.

18:55When I learned that the police had failed, his grace is by no means convinced that the police have failed. But surely, Mr. Wilder, you are well aware, Dr. Huxdable, that his grace is particularly anxious to avoid all public scandal. He prefers to take as few people as possible into his confidence. The matter can be easily remedied," said the Browbeaten, Dr. Mr. Sherlock Holmes, can return to London by the morning train. Hardly that, Dr. Hardly that, said Holmes in his blandest voice. This northern air is invigorating and pleasant, so I propose to spend a few days upon your moors and to occupy my mind as best I may, whether I have the shelter of your roof or the village in is of course for you to decide. I could see that the unfortunate doctor was in the last stage of indecision, from which he was rescued by the deep sonorous voice of the red bearded Duke, which boomed out like a

20:00denigong. I agree with Mr. Wilder, Dr. Huxdable, that you have done wisely to consult me, but since Mr. Holmes has already been taken into your confidence, it would indeed be absurd that we should not avail ourselves of his services. Far from going to the inn, Mr. Holmes, I should be pleased if you would come and stay with me at Holderness Hall. I thank your grace, for the purposes of my investigation, I think that it would be wiser for me to remain at the scene of the mystery. Just as you like, Mr. Holmes, any information which Mr. Wilder or I can give you is of course at your disposal. It will probably be necessary for me to see you at the hall, said Holmes. I would only ask you now, sir, whether you have formed any explanation in your own mind as to the mysterious disappearance of your son. No, sir, I have not. Excuse me if I allude to that which is painful to

21:06you, but I have no alternative. Do you think that the Duchess had anything to do with the matter? The great minister showed perceptible hesitation. I do not think so, he said at last. The other most obvious explanation is that the child has been kidnapped for the purpose of levying ransom. You have not had any demand of the sort. No, sir. One more question, your grace. I understand that you wrote your son upon the day when this incident occurred. No, I wrote upon the day before. Exactly, but he received it on that day. Yes, was there anything in your letter which might have unbalanced him or induced him to take such a step? No, sir, certainly not. Did you post that letter yourself? The nobleman's reply was interrupted by his secretary who broke in with some heat.

22:13His grace is not in the habit of posting letters himself, said he. This letter was laid with others upon the study table and I myself put them in the post bag. You are sure this one was among them? Yes, I observed it. How many letters did your grace write that day? 20 or 30. I have a large correspondence, but surely this is somewhat irrelevant. Not entirely, said Holmes. For my own part that you continued, I have advised the police to turn their attention to the south of France. I have already said that I do not believe that the Duchess would encourage so monstrous an action, but the lad had the most wrong-headed opinions, and it is possible that he may have fled to her, a-dude and a-bettered by this German. I think Dr. Huxdable, that we will now return to the hall.

23:13I could see that there were other questions which Holmes would have wished to put, but the nobleman's abrupt manner showed that the interview was at an end. It was evident that to his intensely aristocratic nature this discussion of his intimate family affairs with a stranger was most abhorrent, and that he feared less to every fresh question would throw a fierce light into the discreetly shadowed corners of his ducal history. When the nobleman and his secretary had left, my friend flung himself at once with characteristic eagerness into the investigation. The boy's chamber was carefully examined, and yielded nothing, save the absolute conviction that it was only through the window that he could have escaped. The German master's room and effects gave no further clue. In his case, a trailer of ivy had given way under his weight, and we saw by the light of a lantern the mark on the lawn where his heels had come down. That one dint in the short green grass was the only material

24:16witness left of this inexplicable nocturnal flight. Sherlock Holmes left the house alone, and only returned after eleven. He had obtained a large ordnance map of the neighborhood, and this he brought into my room, where he laid it out on the bed, and having balanced the lamp in the middle of it, he began to smoke over it, and occasionally to point out objects of interest with the wreaking amber of his pipe. Holmes' map of the neighborhood of the school. This case grows upon me, Watson, said he. There are decidedly some points of interest in connection with it. In this early stage, I want you to realize those geographical features which may have a good deal to do with our investigation. Look at this map. This dark square is the primary school. I'll put a pin in it. Now, this line is the main road. You see that it runs east and west past the

25:18school, and you see also that there is no side road for a mile either way. If these two folk passed away by road, it was this road. Exactly. By a singular and happy chance, we are able to some extent to check what passed along this road during the night in question. At this point, where my pipe is now resting, a county constable was on duty from twelve to six. It is, as you perceive, the first crossroad on the east side. This man declares that he was not absent from his post for an instant, and he is positive that neither boy nor man could have gone that way unseen. I have spoken with this policeman tonight, and he appears to me to be a perfectly reliable person. That blocks this end. We have now to deal with the other. There is an inn here, the Red Bull, the land lady of which was ill. She had sent to Maclton for a doctor, but he did not arrive until morning being absent

26:26at another case. The people at the inn were alert all night, awaiting his coming, and one or other of them seems to have continually had an eye upon the road. They declare that no one passed. If their evidence is good, then we are fortunate enough to be able to block the west, and also to be able to say that the fugitives did not use the road at all. But the bicycle, I objected, quite so, we will come to the bicycle presently. To continue our reasoning, if these people did not go by the road, they must have traversed the country to the north of the house, or to the south of the house. That is certain. Let us weigh the one against the other. On the south of the house is, as you perceive, a large district of arable land cut up into small fields with stone walls between them. There, I admit, that a bicycle is impossible. We can dismiss the idea.

27:30We turn to the country on the north. Here, there lies a grove of trees marked as the ragged shore, and on the farther side stretches a great rolling moor, lower-gill moor, extending for ten miles, and sloping gradually upward. Here, at one side of this wilderness, is Holdenous Hall, ten miles by road, but only six across the moor. It is a peculiarly desolate plain. A few more farmers of small holdings where they re-achieve and cattle, except these, the plover and the curlew are the only inhabitants until you come to the Chesterfield High Road. There is a church there, you see, a few cottages and an inn. Beyond that, the hills become precipitous. Surely it is here to the north that our quest must lie. But the bicycle, I persisted. Well, well, said Holmes, impatiently, a good cyclist does not need a high road. The moor is intersected with paths,

28:31and the moon was at the full. Hello, what's this? There was an agitated knock at the door, and an instant afterwards Dr. Huxtbal was in the room. In his hand, he held a blue cricket cap with a white chevron on the peak. At last we have a clue, he cried. Thank heaven. At last we are on the dear boy's track. It is his cap. Where was it found? In the van of the gypsies who camped on the moor, they left on Tuesday. Today the police traced them down and examined their caravan. This was found. How do they account for it? They shuffled and lied, said that they found it on the moor on Tuesday morning. They know where he is. The rascals, thank goodness. They're all safe under lock and key. Neither the fear of the law or the duke's purse will certainly get out of them all that they know. So far so good, said Holmes, when the doctor had let last left the room.

29:34It at least bears out the theory that it is on the side of the lower-gill moor that we must hope for results. The police have really done nothing locally, save the arrest of those gypsies. Look here Watson. There's a watercourse across the moor. You see it marked here in the map. In some parts it widens into a morass. This is particularly so in the region between Holden S. Hall and the school. It is vain to look elsewhere for tracks in this dry weather, but at that point there is certainly a chance of some record being left. I will call you early tomorrow morning and you and I will try if we can throw some light upon the mystery. The day was just breaking when I woke to find the long, thin form of homes by my bedside. He was fully dressed and had apparently already been out. I have done the lawn and the bicycle shed, said he. I have also had a rumble through the ragged shore. Now Watson, there is cocoa ready in the next room. I must beg you to hurry for we have a

30:40great day before us. His eyes shone and his cheek was flushed with the exhilaration of the master workman who sees his work lie ready before him. A very different homes, this active alert man from the introspective and pallid dreamer of Baker Street. I felt as I looked upon that supple figure alive with nervous energy that it was indeed a strenuous day that awaited us. And yet it opened in the blackest disappointment. With high hopes we struck across the pity russet moor, intersected with a thousand sheep paths, until we came to the broad, light green belt which marked the morass between us and holden us. Certainly if the lad had gone homeward, he must have passed this and he could not pass it without leaving his traces. But no sign of him or the German could be seen. With a darkening face, my friends strode along the margin, eagerly observant of every muddy stain upon the mossy surface.

31:43Sheepmarks, they were in profusion, and at one place some miles down, cows had left their tracks. Nothing more. Check number one, said homes looking gloomily over the rolling expanse of the moor. There is another morass down yonder and a narrow neck between, hello, hello, hello, what have we here? We had come on a small black ribbon of pathway. In the middle of it, clearly marked on the sodden soil, was the track of a bicycle. Her ra, I cried, we have it. But homes was shaking his head, and his face was puzzled and expectant rather than joyous. A bicycle certainly, but not the bicycle, said he. I am familiar with 42 different impressions left by tyres. This, as you perceive, is a done-lop, with a patch upon the outer cover. Heidegger's tyres were parmers leaving long

32:47titudinal stripes, avaling the mathematical master was sure upon the point. Therefore it is not heidegger's track. The boys then. Possibly, if we could prove a bicycle to have been in his possession, but this we have utterly failed to do. This track, as you perceive, was made by a rider who was going from the direction of the school. Or towards it. No, no, my dear Watson, the more deeply sunk impression is, of course, the hindwheel upon which the weight rests. You perceive several places where it has passed across and obliterated the more shallow mark of the front one. It was undoubtedly heading away from the school. It may or may not be connected with our inquiry, and but we will follow it backwards before we get any further. We did so, and at the end of a few hundred yards lost the tracks as we emerged from the boggy portion of the moor. Following the path

33:48backwards, we picked out another spot, where a spring trickled across it. Here, once again, was the mark of the bicycle, though nearly obliterated by the hoos of cows. After that there was no sign, but the path ran right down into ragged shore, the wood which backed onto the school. From this wood the cycle must have emerged. Homes sat down on a boulder and rested his chin in his hands. I had smoked two cigarettes before he moved. Well, well, said he at last. It is of course possible that a cunning man might change the tires of his bicycle in order to leave the unfamiliar tracks. A criminal who was capable of such a thought is a man who might be proud to do business with. We will leave this question undecided and hark back to our morass again, for we have left a good deal unexplored. We continued our systematic survey of the edge of the sodden portion of the moor, and soon our perseverance was gloriously

34:51rewarded. Right across the lower part of the bog lay a myry path. Homes gave a cry of delight as he approached it, an impression like a fine bundle of telegraph wires ran down the centre of it. It was the parmatires. Here is hair hidegashure enough, cried Homes exultantly. My reasoning seems to have been pretty sound Watson. I congratulate you. But we have a long way still to go, kindly walk clear of the path. Now, let us follow the trail. I fear that it will not lead very far. We found however as we advanced that this portion of the moor is intersected with soft patches, and though we frequently lost sight of the track, we always succeeded in picking it up once more. Do you observe, said Homes, that the rider is now undoubtedly forcing the pace. There can be no doubt of it. Look at this impression where you get both tires clear.

35:54The one is as deep as the other. That can only mean that the rider is throwing his weight onto the handlebar, as a man does when he is sprinting. By Jove, he's had a fall. There was a broad irregular smudge covering some yards of the track. Then there were a few footmarks and the tire reappeared once more. A side-slip, I suggested. Homes held up a crumpled branch of flowering gorse. To my horror, I perceived that the yellow blossoms were all dabbed with crimson. On the path too, and among the heather were dark stains of clotted blood. Bad, said Homes. Bad, stand clear Watson. Not an unnecessary footstep. What do I read here? He fell wounded. He stood up. He remounted. He proceeded. But there is no other track. Cattle on this side-path. He was surely not gawd by a bull, impossible.

37:00But I see no traces of anyone else. We must push on Watson. Surely with stains as well as the tractor-guiders, he cannot escape us now. Our search was not a very long one. The tracks of the tire began to curve fantastically upon the wet and shining path. Suddenly, as I looked ahead, the gleam of metal caught my eye from amid the thick gorse bushes. Out of them, we dragged a bicycle. Parmatiad, one pedal bent, and the whole front of it horribly smeared and slobbered with blood. On the other side of the bushes, a shoe was projecting. We ran round, and there lay the unfortunate rider. He was a tall man, full bearded with spectacles, one glass of which had been knocked out. The cause of his death was a frightful blow upon the head, which had crushed in part of his skull. That he could have gone on after receiving such an injury, said much for the vitality and courage

38:02of the man. He wore shoes but no socks, and his open coat disclosed a night shirt beneath it. It was undoubtedly the German master. Homes turned the body over reverently and examined it with great attention. He then sat in deep thought for a time, and I could see by his ruffled brow that this grim discovery had not, in his opinion, advanced as much in our inquiry. It is a little difficult to know what to do, Watson, said he at last. My own inclinations are to push this inquiry on, for we have already lost so much time that we cannot afford to waste another hour. On the other hand, we are bound to inform the police of the discovery, and to see that this poor fellow's body is looked after. I could take a note back, but I need your company and assistance. Wait a bit. There is a fellow cutting Pete up yonder. Bring him over here, and he will guide the police.

39:08End of part one of the Adventure of the Priory School.