When we were near the inn, Holmes suddenly cried out. "Aaah! My foot! I can't stand on it. Help me, Watson. I took his arm, and we walked slowly to the door of the inn. A man stood there, smoking, and watching us. "How are you, Mr Reuben Hayes? said Holmes. o are you, and how do you know my name? said the man. He looked very unfriendly. Because it's on the door of the inn, over your head, said Holmes. "But can you help me, Mr Hayes? "No, I can't "But I need help. I can't put my foot to the ground. Well, don't put it to the ground.' Holmes smiled. "Look," he said. "It's very important, and I can offer you a pound for the use of a bicycle. "Where do you want to go?" asked Mr Hayes. "To Holdernesse Hall. "oh, friends of the Duke, are you?' Mr Hayes laughed, looking at our muddy shoes and trousers. Holmes laughed too. "Well, we are bringing him news of his lost son,' he said. "The boy is in Liverpool, Mr Hayes's face went white, then red. "Oh," he said