"I fancy that I see your Grace's cheque-book upon the table,"said he."I should be glad if you would make me out a cheque for six thousand 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 a 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 Duke's beard had turned more aggressively red than ever against his ghastly white face.
"Where is he?" he gasped.
"He is, or was last night, at the Fighting Cock Inn, about two miles from your park gate."The Duke fell back in his chair.
"And whom do you accuse?"
Sherlock Holmes's answer was an astounding one.He stepped swiftly forward and touched the Duke upon the shoulder.
"I accuse YOU," said he."And now, your Grace, I'll trouble you for that cheque."Never shall I forget the Duke's appearance as he sprang up and clawed 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 besides your friend know?""I have spoken to no one."
The Duke took a pen in his quivering fingers and opened his cheque-book.
"I shall be as good as my word, Mr.Holmes.I am about to write your cheque, however unwelcome the information which you have gained may be to me.When the offer was first made I little thought the turn which events might take.But you and your friend are men of discretion, Mr.Holmes?""I hardly understand your Grace."
"I must put it plainly, Mr.Holmes.If only you two know of this incident, there is no reason why it should go any farther.
I think twelve thousand pounds is the sum 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, that when a man embarks upon a crime he is morally guilty of any other crime which may spring from it.""Morally, 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 abhors 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 -- you must save him! I tell you that you must save him!" The Duke 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 may take counsel how far we can minimize this hideous scandal.""Exactly," said Holmes."I think, your Grace, that this can only be done by absolute and complete 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 stands.I realize that your words applied to Mr.James Wilder, and that he is not the murderer.""No; the murderer has escaped."
Sherlock Holmes smiled demurely.
"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 eleven o'clock last night.I had a telegram from the head of the local police before I left the school this morning."The Duke leaned back in his chair and stared with amazement at my friend.
"You seem to have powers that are hardly human," said he.
"So Reuben Hayes is taken? I am right glad to hear it, if it will not react upon the fate of James.""Your secretary?"
"No, sir; my son."
It was Holmes's turn 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 gave him the best of educations, and since he came to manhood I have kept him near my person.He surprised my secret, and has 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 a 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, too -- 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 -- a mischief that I dispatched him for safety to Dr.Huxtable's school.
