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“
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
Saltire
’
s
feelings
.
”
“
I
see
.
By
the
way
,
that
last
letter
of
the
Duke
’
s
—
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
Euston
.
”
“
I
will
order
a
four
-
wheeler
.
In
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
we
shall
be
at
your
service
.
If
you
are
telegraphing
home
,
Mr
.
Huxtable
,
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
red
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
that
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
.
Huxtable
’
s
famous
school
is
situated
.
It
was
already
dark
when
we
reached
it
.
A
card
was
lying
on
the
hall
table
,
and
the
butler
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
curved
and
long
.
His
complexion
was
of
a
dead
pallor
,
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
stonily
at
us
from
the
centre
of
Dr
.
Huxtable
’
s
hearthrug
.
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
.
Huxtable
,
too
late
to
prevent
you
from
starting
for
London
.
I
learned
that
your
object
was
to
invite
Mr
.
Sherlock
Holmes
to
undertake
the
conduct
of
this
case
.
His
Grace
is
surprised
,
Dr
.
Huxtable
,
that
you
should
have
taken
such
a
step
without
consulting
him
.
”
