Jacky Ferguson

15 year old son of Robert Ferguson.
“He is a poor little inoffensive cripple.” Ferguson’s gaunt features softened as he spoke of his boy. “You would think that the dear lad’s condition would soften anyone‘s heart. A fall in childhood and a twisted spine, Mr. Holmes. But the dearest, most loving heart within.”

“But the boy — he is fifteen, I understand, and probably very developed in mind, since his body has been circumscribed in action.” (Sherlock Holmes)

He was a remarkable lad, pale-faced and fair-haired, with excitable light blue eyes which blazed into a sudden flame of emotion and joy as they rested upon his father. He rushed forward and threw his arms round his neck with the abandon of a loving girl.

“I watched him as you fondled the child just now. His face was clearly reflected in the glass of the window where the shutter formed a background. I saw such jealousy, such cruel hatred, as I have seldom seen in a human face.” (Sherlock Holmes)