ШЕРЛОК ХОЛМС И ДОКТОР ВАТСОН (советский сериал все серии подряд)

At the end of the past century, when there were no planes to chase the criminals, no helicopters to spot them, not even radio to announce their features – one man lived in London and successfully managed without all of this – the great detective Mr.

Sherlock Holmes. He lived 221-B, Baker-street. SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DOCTOR WATSON PART ONE INTRODUCTION Based on the book of stories by A. Conan Doyle Starring Sherlock Holmes – Vasily Livanov Doctor Watson – Vitaly Solomin Mrs.

Hadson – Rina Zelenaya Also starring Maria Solomina, Gennady Bogachev, Feodor Odinokov But I warn you, Watson, He is extremely ill-tempered. – I’d say, he’s unbearable. – How’s that? He is a bit on the weird side.

He has strange habits. He’s unsociable. Very well. I don’t like to socialize much myself. It’s here. – You still want to go through with it? – I have no choice. – Is Mr. Sherlock Holm’s in? – Come in.

He’s upstairs. – After you. – Good day. Good day. I found it – What? – The formula. I found a reagent, that falls out only with hemoglobin. Allow me to introduce Doctor Watson. Mr. Sherlock Holm’s. Just recently from the East? – How did you know? – That’s nothing.

Do you realize the importance of my discovery, Doctor? It is an interesting experiment. But what practical use? My god! It is by all means practical. Don’t you understand what tremendous opportunities it opens before forensic medicine? – Give me your finger.

– No! Just one drop of blood. You set, the water looks practically transparent. The ratio of blood is insignificant. One to a million. Now… What do you say? And now, imagine that the suspect’s clothes art stained with one tiny brownish spot.

What is it? Blood? Rust? Fruit juice? Paint? Not one expert would dart to say it definitely. Whereas with my reagent you can tell in a matter of seconds. True. I take my words back. Very interesting, but Watson’s here for a different matter.

– You say the rent is too high for you. – Far too high. And as you guessed, Watson has just come back from the East. He’s looking for an apartment in London, not too expensive. – Wt could split the rent.

– If you still want a companion. If that suits Mr. Watson… There art 2 separate bedrooms and one sitting-room. Of course you’ll get rid of all this. Well, I fiend that the place is rather cozy. I fiend It suitable, and I could move in already tomorrow.

That’s splendid. I can understand you, Mr. Watson. You got to know Mrs. Hudson. Sweet old lady, minds her own business, but I am not like that. – First of all, I smoke. – Mt too. – Second, I play the violin.

– Unfortunately I don’t, but I like to listen to good music. Third, I practice chemical experiments. You’re in your right, the mort so that they are successful. Fourth, I receive quite a number of visitors.

But no one will come to visit me, except maybe Mr. Stanford. Therefore the overall number of visitors shouldn’t be too high. And then again, Mr. Holmes, I boast of the same virtue as your landlady – I mind my own business.

And I like to stick my nose into other people’s business. Did you shoot him? Yes, It was a lucky chance. Even though I’m not a bad shot. – Oh, Mr…. – Yes? How could you tell I came back from Eastern colonies? Sheer logic.

Stanford introduced you as a doctor. But you have a military bearing. So, a military doctor. You have difficulty moving your left arm. You were wounded.. All I had to remember was where the British fought last.

In the East. Quiet simple indeed. – Mr. Watson. – Yes? Is this a novel? Yes. – You like reading novels? – You don’t? But that is Dickens. I never read them and don’t intend to. I don’t like fiction. What about history and philosophy? History, philosophy.

.. Never was into that either. What about Aristotle? Joan of Arc? Kopernik? Kopernik? That name sounds familiar. What’s he famous for? My god. He discovered that the Earth revolves around the Sun. Or perhaps you’re ignorant of that fact also? My eyes tell me that rather the Sun revolves around the Earth.

Then again maybe he is right, this… What’s his name? If I may ask, Holmes. You are a man of acute mind, I can tell right away. You are an expert in chemistry. How is it that you don’t know things known to any schoolboy? I knew them when I was a schoolboy, but then forgot.

You brag of your own ignorance? Could you tell dirt from Regent St. from dirt from Picadilly? Or ashes of a Hawaiian cigar from that of a Manilla cigar? Can you say what it says in Paragraph 3 of the British Penitentiary Code? But I’m speaking of elementary things, familiar to everyone.

I’m not “everyone”, Watson. The human brain is like an attic, that you can stuff with anything you want, which is what fools do when they drag everything useful and useless over there. Until finally there’s no place for the most useful thing, or else it is put away so far in the back, you can’t take it out.

This is not what I do. I keep only the most useful tools up my attic. They’re many, all kept in ideal order, always handy. – No useless junk. – You call Kopernik’s teaching useless junk? All right, supposing the Earth revolves around the Sun.

What… What do you mean, supposing? The Earth revolves around the Sun. But I can find no use for that in my line of work. How awful it would be to live in a world, where you couldn’t talk to anyone about poetry, about art, or politics.

Where everyone knows only what he has to know for his business. Watson. I’m sorry. Mister Watson. Watson, I can cheer you up. The thing is that people like me… are few in the world. It could be that I am the only one.

– Good morning, sir. – Good morning. – Let us in. – What is it, gentlemen? What’s going on? Where do you think you’re going, sir? – Where? – Wt want Mr. Holmes. Watson, they’ve come to see me. – Good morning, gentlemen.

– Good morning, sir. You didn’t wait for me. Hunger beats male solidarity. But that’s all right. I’ll catch up with you, and then wt can play a game of chess. You play chess? What about your visitor? Visitor? The old man? He left.

– He left? – That’s right. I didn’t see him leave. Mrs. Hudson. Did you happen to see an old man leave Mr. Holmes’ room? What old man? Disgusting looking, dressed in shabby rags. No, I haven’t. And, Mr.

Watson, I try… not to notice who goes in there and who goes out. And I would advise you to do the same. Watson. Come on in, Watson. Come in. Say, Watson, did you ever meet any of these charming gentlemen? Put your power of observation to a test.

Who art they? My good acquaintances. I don’t know any of them. After you. I’m sure you will no longer need my services. Straight ahead, please, and use this door. You may rest assured, Your Highness. What is it you’re eating there, Watson? Omelet! I hate omelet.

Put it aside and get dressed! What for? We’re dining at the “Ferrari”, quail and “Chateau Rose”. Today I am wealthy. Thank you, I’m full. Mrs. Hudson. Don’t you find, that Mr. Holmes… is a somewhat mysterious person? No, I don’t find that.

I don’t fiend that. And I prefer not to discuss him. Me too. Why are you whispering? He’s not at home. What, you can’t sleep, Watson? I slept soundly. But I was awakened by these sounds. But you said you loved music.

Music, yes. But this… I thought someone was having a fit. Or a cat got trapped in a pipe. Maybe you’re right. But it is one of my habits, you see. I like to think this way, and I have something to think about.

You’d better think, that its already 2 in the morning. – What is this? – An eye. A human eye. Glass? No, real. It’s thought that the pupil of the tyt of a murdered man holds the image of the murderer at the moment of the murder.

I carried out a few experiments and I can say with a great deal of certainty – absolute crap. Dear Watson, to cheer you up I can play you something more familiar to your ear. He is very secretive. Never talks about his past, about his family.

Do you know what he does for living? No, even though we know each other 3 years already. – It didn’t seem proper to pry. – I agree. That is why I decided to observe him more attentively. Yes? And what did your observations lead to? Wait.

Have patience. I will tell you everything in due time. I noticed right away that he has a very narrow sphere of interests. He… is not familiar with the most simple things, but is an expert in the Criminal Code and chemistry.

Especially in part of poisons and explosives. He knows everything about cold steel and fire arms. – Is a fairly good shot. – And he boxes. Boxes? Well, I can check that. So, what are you saying? I will say everything I want to say.

He is receiving very odd visitors. I saw women, who left his room crying. One disgusting looking old man went in but didn’t come out. He disappeared in Holmes’ bedroom and never came out. – So where did he go? – I don’t know.

Maybe he was hiding from the police, and Holmes helped him to escape through the window. – Maybe worse. – You’re not saying that Holmes has criminal connections? Tss! Look on your left, only be cartful.

Do it discretely. – You see him? – So? A man reading a newspaper. It’s not that simple. There’s a hole in his paper. He’s watching us through it. Oh-oh, there’s another one. Where? Over at the tree. Staring at us.

Those must be his people. Watson, this poor guy found the paper it in a garbage bin. That’s why it’s got a hole in it. He is waiting to pick up the butt after you finish smoking. I know, It’s hard to believe.

I wouldn’t want to believe it myself. There is much attractive about Sherlock Holmes. He’s pleasant company. I like him. But facts speak against him. This is what I found on the dresser in the hall. Master keys.

Still I can’t believe that such a man like Sherlock Holmes would end up being a common criminal. Not a common one. That’s just it! He’s an unusual one. I’m sure he doesn’t commit crimes himself. He’s the Mastermind.

The Brain of the criminal world. How can I help you, sir? Watson, you’ve come right in time. I couldn’t fiend my keys. There they are. Thank you. I’m glad you found them. – Mister Holmes. – Come in. – Cart to box with me? – You serious? You may regret it.

I was the champion of my regiment. It’s time we had a serious talk, Watson. No doubt, you think that I steal wallets, Cut off watches from gawks, scare passers-by in dark alleys… You haven’t forgotten about the Doctor’s arm, sir? Poor observation.

I am not boxing with my left one. – So our chances art even. – Then I’ll go bring sherry. To begin with, you started to hide your watch. You used to leave it on the fireplace, on the table, on the sideboard.

Supposing you are afraid of my visitors. But that’s not all. You used to subscribe to the “Times”, now to “Daily News”. Why? Because they publish apartments-to-rent ads. You want to change the apartment.

And finally. As of late you started to lock your door. You used to leave the key sticking out on the outside. This allows me to conclude, that you art afraid. And you are afraid of me. At first I found it amusing.

On the one hand. On the other, I understood that wt have to clear the matter. I knew you had a gun hidden away for our final conversation. A “Webbly-Scott”, 38. A military gun, If I’m not mistaking. Of course.

Accept my congratulations, Watson. Your deductions are correct. But for the sign. You should have put a plus instead of a minus. I am most closely connected with the criminal world. I am a private detective.

A detective. – Of course! Of course. – Please calm down. – Mister Holmes. – Here, drink this. That’s better. Of course, I should have known! You are a typical law-abiding Englishman, Watson. The British are conservative, and we don’t like changes.

Anyone who is not like us in the ways of mind, is easily taken for a rogue. I should have guessed the first day. – The experiments with hemoglobin. – Watson. – People are not observant. – Preoccupied with themselves.

True. But they know little about themselves. Take you, Watson. Can you say how many steps there art in our staircase? 8. – How many? – 7. 10. 10. The first ont squeaks, a plank was replaced on the second.

Those art trifles. But trifles art most important. One tiny trifle leads to a chain of logical deductions. This is what my deduction method is based on. How does it look in reality? I’ll show you. They find a cigarette butt near the body of colonel Ashby.

And cigarettes of the same brand in colonel Ashby’s cigarette box Who smoked the cigarette? The colonel? That’s what the police thought. I prove beyond any doubt, that the colonel couldn’t have done that.

The colonel wore big luxuriant moustache, And the butt was very small. He would have burned his moustache. Yes, yes, yes. Then I examined the imprints of teeth and a few other things and named the murderer.

It was the colonel’s nephew. Amazing! Why don’t you go work for the police? Never. Let them come to me. Which is exactly what they do when they have a knotty cast. You mean you can solve a cast without leaving your room? Possible.

Not always though. But I have an agents network. Junkmen, house-maids, street boys. They provide me with the necessary information. And Holmes, what about that disgusting looking old man? You remember him? The one who went into your room and mysteriously disappeared.

Is he your agent too? Good morning, sir. Mr. Holmes, there’s a young lady to see you. – Good day, young lady. – Good day, sir. My name is Sherlock Holmes. Please come into the room. My friend and assistant Doctor Watson.

You can trust him and speak freely in his presence. You’re trembling. Are you cold? – It is not the cold, Mr. Holmes. – What then? – Fear. – There’s nothing to be afraid of. I hope we will settle everything.

You’re just tired. Got up early, took a long ride in a cart along a bad road. Then took a train. How do you know? The return ticket is sticking from under your cuff. The left sleeve of your jacket is spattered with dirt.

The spots are fresh. You must have sat to the left of the driver in a two-wheeled cart That’s exactly the way it was. Of course. Why should I be surprised? Mrs. Farintosh told me you were a magician. Mrs.

Farintosh. Yes… Cast of the missing cousin. Did she send you to me? Yes. And she asked me to thank you once again. Help me, Mr. Holmes. Help me, or I’ll lose my mind. Worst of all is that no one believes me.

Everyone laughs at my fears. Even my fiancé says it’s the ravings of a madwoman. Tell me everything from the very beginning I promise no one will laugh at you here. My name is Ellen Stoner. I live in Surrey, in my stepfather Roylott’s mansion.

For a long time he was on army service in India, but his career ended in a most unfortunate way. I must say, he is a man with a mad temperament The whole family is like that. Doctor Roylott beat up his Hindu servant to death.

He spent some time in jail, was to be executed, but somehow escaped capital punishment and came back to England. But he was broke. Here he met my mother, a widow with 2 little girls. I had a sister, Mr.

Holmes. We were twins. Mother married Roylott, and we started living together. Mother had some money, not terribly much, but enough to live fairly comfortably. But I can’t say we were happy. The doctor was rude and often lost his temper.

Mother was afraid to fondle us, so as not to make him mad. Then my mother died, and it grew even worst. Who did your mother bequeath her assets to? She left everything to Roylott, but there was one condition.

As soon as we got married, each of us was to get a third of the money as dowry. Of course, we wanted to get married. If at least to get away from that horrible house. But no one came to visit us. The neighbors were afraid of Roylott and he didn’t need any company.

At last my sister Julia met a nice man, not very young, but pleasant. And he proposed to her. I was so happy for her! But 3 days before the wedding Julia died. Miss Stoner. Starting from that moment..

. could you please be very accurate in your recollections. When exactly did it happen? 2 years ago, but I remember it clearly as if it were yesterday. That night I couldn’t sleep, I lay with a book in my hand.

I’ve come to say goodnight. Goodnight, Julia. I envy you so much. In 3 days you will start a new lift. And I am both happy and sad. I hate to leave you here alone. But don’t worry, I’ll often come to visit.

Goodnight. Goodnight. Ellen, did you hear something hissing at night? – Hissing? – Yes. – Where? – I don’t know. Perhaps in the hallway, or maybe outside, on the lawn. A quiet subtle hiss. I didn’t hear anything, but you know I sleep very soundly.

And I couldn’t sleep all week. I wake up – it’s all dark and quiet around. And there’s only that hissing sound. And knocking, you know, very quiet and subtle, like someone was asking to let him in. Knock-knock-knock.

Oh, that’s probably nonsense. Goodnight. Miss Stoner, did you always lock your door? Yes, both Julia and me would lock our doors every night. Why? Doctor Roylott brought a baboon and a hyena from India.

A hyena and a baboon? And he lets them out to walk about the house at night. (a woman’s cry) Julia. Julia, open the door. Julia, open it! Julia! A motley… Motley ribbon. Oh, my god. Forgive me for..

. making you relive the painful experience of that night. What about your stepfather? Awakened by the cry, he rushed out of his bedroom, listened to her heart, examined her pupils. He’s a doctor. And said it was over.

How did he formulate the cause of death? Heart failure. But I think she died of fear. Someone scared her to death. Remember, she whispered: “The motley ribbon”. Where could she set a motley ribbon? I don’t know.

That could have something to do with gypsies. I didn’t tell you, a gypsy camp settled next to our mansion. Interesting. But I didn’t tell you the most important thing. A month ago our neighbor Mr. Harmitage proposed to me.

– Wt are to get married in a week. – A week? Yes, but 2 days ago they started repairs at the mansion. One wall in my room was dismantled, and for the time I had to move into my sister’s room. At night I couldn’t sleep.

I lay awake thinking about Julia. Suddenly I heard a quiet hissing sound. And knocking. Knock-knock. The next night that happened again. All night I sat up in bed with with my bed lamp switched on. And in the morning I took the first train here, to set you.

Mr. Holmes, if you don’t help me something terrible will happen. I’d very much like to comfort you, Miss Stoner, but I’m afraid you are faced with a lethal threat. I’d like to examine the house and the room when Roylott’s out.

– Can that be arranged? – I think so. Tomorrow he’s visiting a notary. He won’t be in for 2 hours. Too bad. It’d be better not to delay until tomorrow. But, well, tomorrow will do. Don’t go to sleep this night.

Look, listen and remember. – What is the name of the mansion? – Stock-Moron. I shall be near by. When Roylott leaves, you’ll give me a signal with the candle. Like this. – What do you say, Watson? – You’re the expert here.

But as a doctor I would doubt the story of that young lady. She’s clearly under tremendous nervous pressure. Is in visible agitation. It could very well be her fantasy. The fruit of her sick imagination.

Art you judging by her look? Not just that. Remember the way she described her stepfather? To listen to her, he’s an absolute monster. All her life she’s been jealous of him and her mother. A common story.

Any psychologist would say: Don’t trust a husband who speaks bad of his mother-in-law, don’t trust a stepson who speaks bad of his stepmother. Don’t listen to all the terrible things a stepdaughter tells you about her stepfather.

– Let me through! – You can’t go in there. – But I will! – No! – You have no right. – Let me through! – You can’t… – Get out of my way! Old cow! – Go away, bandit! – Idiot. Which one of you is Sherlock Holmes? I said, which one of you is Sherlock Holmes? I am Sherlock Holmes.

Doctor Grimsby Roylott. My stepdaughter Ellen Stoner has just been here. – So? – What do you mean, so? You don’t think you can pull any tricks on me, do you? The old cow Farintosh gave her your address.

What lies did she tell you about me? That’s none of your business. Listen here, young scoundrel! I had to do with your kind. Just stick your long nose in my business, and set what happens. I’ll make a roast-beef out of you.

Listen, sir, I won’t allow… Shut your mouth! This fool wants to teach me! Another bloody sleuth. Mind you, both of you: Don’t try and play any tricks on me. Now what do you say, my dear psychologist? You can’t go there alone, Holmes.

I’ll go with you. Very well. And please take your gun. The bastard. Broke into the house, left footprints all over the floor, ruined a good poker. This cast is very interesting and very simple. I call those a “one-pipe cast”.

Meaning? While you smoke out one pipe, you find the answer. You mean to say, you already know the answer? There’re a few details missing but that’s not the point The main thing is to nail down the murderer and help the young lady.

Gentlemen. There’s Stock-Moron. Stop here. Thank you, we’ll walk from here. Thank you, sir. Watch the window. There’s the signal. Let’s go, Watson. I’m so glad you came, Mr. Holmes. No. – That’s your former bedroom? – Yes.

Your stepfather is not pushing with the repairs. That’s my sister’s room. Now I sleep here. Anything new, Miss Stoner? – Nothing. – What’s with your arm? I didn’t see that yesterday. It must be your stepfather.

Yes. He was very cross with me for my coming to set you. Mr. Holmes, keep away from him, he is a terrible man. What a bastard! The shutters art strong enough. You can’t open them from the outside. Watson.

Have you ever seen such a strange bed? – Strange? – The legs are screwed on to the floor. What’s this? That’s a string from a bell. To summon the servants. – Was it always there? – No, Roylott put it there some time before Julia died.

But wt never used it, we did everything ourselves. If I understand correctly, that is an air- hole. Yes, it was also made about that time. We’re through here, now let’s go to your stepfather’s room.

– But it’s locked. – We’ll try to unlock it then. Miss Stoner, is there a cat in the house? No, no cat. Just the hyena and the baboon. We haven’t seen your hyena, but I doubt it’s going to drink from such a small saucer.

– Where’s the baboon? – Wandering about the house. Very well, Watson. Better than I expected. I have to ask you a favor. It’s not quite something usual. I’ll do anything you say. Me and Watson will spend the night in your bedroom.

And what about me? You’ll stay with us. It is necessary. Very well. When he comes in – and we will hear him – I’ll put out the lights, as if you’d gone to sleep. Watson, you sit here. Try not to fall asleep.

Your life depends on it. Get your gun ready. Whatever happens – stay quiet. Don’t be afraid, that’s a night moth. There’s many of them. Watson, did you see? Did you see it? (a man’s cry) Mr. Holmes, you saved more than just my lift.

You… You delivered me from constant terror. I know It’s a bit awkward to talk about money, but still, how much do I owe you? Miss Stoner, you owe me and Mr. Watson 1 pound 6 shillings for our fare from London and back.

I discarded the version of gypsies from the start. Miss Stoner fell victim to common prejudices. People try to stay away from gypsies out of fear for them. They accuse them of all sorts of things. Who robbed the church? Who steals children? The gypsies do.

But Mr. Roylott liked their company. Why? Who knows. Perhaps to make his neighbors mad. And maybe he fell in love with a gypsy queen. It’s clear however that no one except Roylott would benefit from the death of the poor sisters.

The next step was the air-holt. Have you ever seen a vent that would lead not outside, not to the attic, but to the adjoining room. Then this string that no one needed. That’s when you thought about the snake? Yes.

Roylott’s plan was very well thought out. The swamp viper is one of the most venomous snakes in India. Roylott lived in India and he knew… its venom could not be detected by chemical analysis. Its bite leaves 2 tiny spots.

Who’d notice them? But what about that mysterious hissing? To hide the evidence Roylott called the snake with a hiss, to the place where the saucer with milk stood. But that’s impossible. You can tell you don’t read much.

The latest experiments have proved that snakes are deaf. Oh yes? I didn’t know that. Roylott must have suspected that, that’s why to make sure, he knocked on the wall. All deaf creatures art extremely sensitive to vibration.

When I heard a rustling sound I used my poke. I must have hit the snake, and it fell into a rage and bit the first one it saw – its own master. That’s the whole story. My dear Holmes, you art a great detective.

My dear Watson, that’s what I keep telling you. But why did you refuse to accept the fee? Work costs money. I don’t always refuse to accept money. But in this cast… To accept money from the poor girl.

.. I’m not rich, but I can always afford 2 tickets to the opera. They’re giving the “Magic Flute” at the Covent-Garden tonight. (sings a tune) Written by Yuly Dunskoy, Valtry Frid, Directed by Igor Maslennikov Director of photography Yury Veksler Production designer Mark Kaplan Music by Vladimir Dashkevich The most insidious and cruel murder, that a criminal mind could possibly create at the end of the XIX century, was prevented.

Deliberate criminal had fallen a victim to his own intrigues: He was bitten by venomous snake. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson came back to 221-B, Baker-street. THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DOCTOR WATSON PART TWO BLOODY SIGNATURE Based on the book of stories by A.

Conan Doyle Starring Sherlock Holmes – Vasily Livanov Doctor Watson – Vitaly Solomin Mrs. Hudson – Rina Zelenaya Also starring Borislav Brondukov, Igor Dmitriev, Nikolay Karachentsov, V. Aristov, V. Baganov, A.

Ilyin, L. Òischenko, O. Khromenkov BAKER STREET – What are you doing? – Shooting. Don’t you see? What an odd way to decorate the room with the Queen’s monogram. I’m bored, Watson. My god, you’ve smoked a lot.

And you’ve ruined the wall. What will you tell the landlady? I won’t tell her anything. I’ll disguise the hole with a rug. – You will give me the rug, won’t you? – No, I won’t. Watson, stop being sore with me.

You lost your billiard-game and you wreak your vexation on me. Two holes are definitely missing here. Mr. Holmes, the armorer said he will have 38-caliber bullets only on Tuesday. We’ll wait until Tuesday.

There’s not much we can do. You call that criminal chronicle! A baker beat up his apprentice with a rolling-pin. A drunken sailor broke a glass window. A pocket-thief caught in a bus during an unsuccessful attempt to steal someone’s cash.

Mind you, Watson, unsuccessful! They can no longer accomplish even the simplest things. No, the criminal world is definitely degenerating. – One can only be thankful. – Yes. As an honest philistine, a loyal servant of her Majesty I am thankful.

But as a detective! How did you know I played billiards? Simple deduction. You could have easily guessed. There’s chalk on your hand. You’re not a tailor, not a school-teacher. Why the chalk then? Deduction: You played the billiards.

If you had won, you would come home in a good mood. That’s right. And very simple… After you explained it to me. Today’s your turn to play white. Please. Check. You must learn to make logical conclusions.

Things can say more about people than people about things. A beautiful paradox. But there are things that have no face. That look the same. Take my watch for instance. I’ve had it for a year already. Well? What can you say? There’s not much I can say about you.

That you’re a pedant and you clean it regularly. That all? About you – yes. But it did tell me something about your elder brother. The watch belonged to your father, then it went into possession of your elder brother.

That’s a simple one. There’s “G.W.” engraved on it. Only the surname coincides, that means it is not mine. You knew my father had long passed away, and I’ve told you I had it for only a year. That means my father left it to my elder brother.

And he… then gave it to me. Watson, you’re making amazing progress. Thank you for the compliment. But I expected you to say something about my brother’s character, his habits, about… what kind of person he was.

You’d like that? Very well. Your brother was a disorderly light-minded man, a drunk. He inherited a fair amount of money, but wasted it all. However at times fortune was king to him. Finally he ruined himself and died.

I don’t know who told you the life story of my poor brother, but it is not a subject for jokes. I shouldn’t have interfered with your family matters. I didn’t know my guess would be so precise. I assure you, the watch told me all that.

I didn’t explain the logical chain of deductions to you and offered the conclusion. That’s why you don’t believe me. Please let me explain. You see these numbers scribbled with a needle? You know what they are? Numbers of receipts.

That’s what they do in all pawn-shops to avoid confusion. Your brother pawned the watch 4 times. But he bought it out, otherwise you wouldn’t have it. Now look at the key-hole. It has tiny scratches all over it.

People usually wind watches in the morning, and in the morning his hands were shaking. And that happens to people who drink very much. And finally the fact, that now you have it, says to me that your brother died.

You’re right, Holmes. Right as usual. I’m sorry I offended you with mistrust. That’s nothing. Checkmate. What are you planning on doing now? I’ll go study pharmacology. Everyone has something to do. If you only knew how I hate days like this? Even the most brilliant mind gets rusty without work.

Watson, how about some deduction training? Come here. See that gentleman? What can you say about him? Well… he’s a Londoner, goes his usual way. – Doesn’t look around. – Logical. A well-off man with good appetite.

– You can tell by the clothes and the paunch. – Bravo. That’s about it. I can add something else. He’s 48, married, has a son, loves his dog – a red setter – and works at the Foreign Ministry. After the story with the watch I can believe your every word.

But how, goddammit?! Elementary, my dear Watson. You see, this man happens to be my brother, Mycroft Holmes. You pulled my leg, Holmes. But I asked for it. I shouldn’t be so credulous. But seriously, Holmes.

There goes a man, ordinary looking. The one who crosses the street. What can you say about him? – The retired navy sergeant? – Retired sergeant, eh?! He must be your brother too. Have mercy on me, Holmes.

You know I can’t check that, and you play jokes on me. There’s a man to see you. Looks like a retired sergeant. Please, come in, sir. There’s a letter for Mr. Holmes. Please. If I may ask, have you ever served with the navy sir? – I have, sir.

– In what rank? Sergeant of the Royal Marine Corps, sir. Thank you. – How did you know? – Know what? That he was a sergeant and served in the navy? Oh that… It’s a long story, not worth wasting our time.

A very interesting letter. Mrs. Hudson. How did you know the messenger was a retired sergeant? I really don’t know. He had a picture of a blue anchor on the back of his hand. – A tattoo. – That’s right, a tattoo.

So I figured he was a sailor. Side-whiskers trimmed in a military fashion. So I thought – navy sailor. Conducts himself with dignity, but doesn’t look like an officer – So I… – Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

Watson! Here, read this. “Dear Mr. Holmes, Tonight in an abandoned house on Brixton Road our police officer found a dead man’s body. No signs of violence. But drops of blood could be seen near the body.

Knowing that you like riddles like that I invite you to take part in the investigation. With respect. Tobias Gregson.” The most intelligent detective in all Scotland-Yard. They have this guy Lestrade, but he’s like a fox-terrier, Abundance of energy and very little intellect.

You know, I was too soon to get disappointed. There’ll still be enough crimes for our lifetime. What do you make of that letter? Me either. We’re going to Brixton Road. Good day. Inspector Gregson here? I’m Sherlock Holmes.

He’s with me. Not bad. Now we can go into the house. I’m glad you came. No one touched anything. Everything’s kept the way it was Except the path to the entrance. As if a herd of bisons trampled down on it.

I hope you had a chance to examine it before that. There was so much I had to do inside the house. Besides, frankly I didn’t give it too much thought. There he is, sir. Find anything in his pockets? A gold watch with a chain, a golden tie-pin.

A wallet with business-cards in the name of a mister E. Drebber from Cleveland. – An American, that’s what I thought. – Me too. Money. 7 pounds 30 shillings. There. 2 letters. One addressed to E. Drebber, the other to Joseph Stangerson.

Both letters are from the steamship company. – Regarding tickets to New-York. – You try to find Stangerson? Yes, of course. Sit, Toby! Good day, inspector Lestrade. May I introduce Dr. Watson, my assistant.

How did you get here, Mr. Holmes? – Gregson invited me. – That wasn’t necessary, Gregson. I am investigating this case and I don’t need assistants. Maybe you need a chief? What I definitely don’t need is your stupid jokes.

Please proceed. Gregson! Letters… Since you’re here anyway, try not to get in the way. Watson! This is interesting. “Revenge”. A murder then? Written in blood. – You sure there are no wounds? – Not a scratch.

The blood is fresh. Watson! And this is even more interesting. – Allow me. – This was under his left leg. It slipped off Drebber’s finger when he struggled with the killer. Gregson, put it on the inventory list.

It would be too small even for his little finger. All right… Then… It must have belonged to the killer. Now we know: The murderer was short and had small hands! – Wrong. – What? If you’re interested, you can write down the description of the murderer.

The murderer… is a fairly young man. A little… shorter than me. Wears heavy boots, smokes charuta, black American cigarettes. He came here in a two-wheeled cart together with his victim. The horse had 3 old horseshoes, 1 new on the front right leg.

Possibly the murderer’s face is red. A trifle, but perhaps it can help us. Mr. Holmes, I don’t know how you do these tricks of yours, you won’t tell me anyway. All right, how did he kill Drebber? – Maybe you know that too? – I do.

He used poison. Fast-acting poison. Sorry, sir. I beg your pardon, there’s something wrong here. Wives put poison in their husbands’ coffee. Or they put it in old people’s drops to inherit the property.

But here, at night! In an abandoned house! How could he have poisoned this Drebber? The house stood empty for 3 years. But today, when patrolling, I saw light in one of the windows. I found that suspicious and decided to go see what it was.

– I go in and I see… – Wait a minute, Res. You didn’t go right in. Why did you go back to the gate? – How did you know? – Isn’t that so? It is. How should I explain it? You see, I’m not afraid of anyone who walks on the ground.

Underneath – is a different matter. 3 years ago a tenant hanged himself in this house. Well, I thought, what if it’s him wandering around? I went back to the gate. Thought I’d wait for my partner. But then I decided to go in.

I come in and I see… We know what you saw. What did you do next? I ran outside and blew my whistle, and my partner came. – Was there anyone near the house? – Nearly no one. A drunkard was leaning against the fence bawling a song.

I was going to take him to the station, but we were busy. – What did he look like? – The usual way. He was drunk stiff, dressed in a brown coat. A bit shorter than you, with a red face. Remember, Res, a policeman’s head is not just for wearing the cap.

Yesterday you could earn a sergeant’s stripes. You were looking at the killer, but you didn’t take him in. Still I don’t understand many things about this case. Where did the blood on the floor come from? And then, why didn’t the murderer run away, but waited near the house until the police arrived? I can answer that.

He came back for the ring. When he saw the policemen, he pretended to be drunk. And, Watson, this ring will be very useful to us. We can use it as bait to catch fish… Just like they use sprat to catch pike.

I suggest we sleep on it. Good night. Good night. (Plays the violin) The killer watched you from the moment you went into the house. He hit you on the head, searched your pockets but didn’t take anything.

Not even your gun. How did you get here? You were asking questions all evening, and at night, when I didn’t hear you snoring – I’m sorry, but you do have that little habit – I figured you decided to try yourself as a detective.

He was going to come back for the ring. I thought of an ambush myself, but decided that that would scare him away. As a detective you were unprofessional and too self-assured, that’s why he attacked you first.

– How do you feel? – Like a complete idiot. Don’t lose heart, Watson. A terrible crime on Brixton Road. They killed an American. Thank god, inspector Lestrade is handling the case. The papers write he’s the best.

Inspector Lestrade is a complacent fool! It’s what the “Times” writes. Anything interesting in the ads column? Today on Brixton Road a golden wedding ring was found. Inquire with Doctor… Watson? 221 B, Baker Street, 5 p.

m. To 7 p.m. – Doctor Watson? – I’ll pretend to be Watson. You don’t mind, do you? Of course not. – Where will you get the ring? – Borrow it from the police. – Good day. – Good day. Inspector, would you give me the ring for a couple of days? Ask Gregson.

I have nothing against that. If you lose it, he will be responsible. Mr. Holmes, I don’t know what you’re after, but I want to give you some advice. Good day. Stop playing children’s games. While you search around dumps with your magnifier.

.. us, ordinary sleuths have already come onto something. – Congratulations. – Thank you. But we are not giving away our secrets. – Yes, Gregson? – Eh? – We’re not giving away our secrets? – Oh, no, no.

Mr. Holmes… we know who killed Drebber. We haven’t found the man yet, but we know his name. Yes! Mr. Holmes, you remember the letters in Drebber’s pocket? One was addressed to him, the other… To Joseph Stangerson.

You remember! For you it may be just a name, but I found out who he is. He was E. Drebber’s personal secretary. – So? – What do you mean, “So”? They were not on very good terms lately, the landlady and the neighbors say, that every night they heard noises and swearing in Drebber’s apartment.

And what’s most important – threats. But there’s more to it! When we came to the lodge to talk to that character, we found out, that he’d disappeared. Left abruptly… leaving all his belongings behind.

So the case acquires a new turn. We have to find this Stangerson. Gregson, you’ll be responsible for the ring. When he comes, I’ll meet him here. You hide under the staircase. If you hear noises run upstairs.

You have the gun with you? Excellent. I read your ad in the paper. I need Doctor Watson. Yes, please. Over here, please. Follow me. Mr. Watson. Mr. Watson. There’s a lady to see you about the ring. – Is this your ring, madam? – Yes.

Oh my god! I can’t tell you how grateful I am! My husband, brigadier-general Sir Arthur Fitz-Simmons was killed in India in the battle for Agra. Since then I am in mourning. And this wedding ring… is the only thing I have for memory.

He loved me so much! He… Doctor, a glass of water please! Watson! Sherlock… Watson, I have to bring my apologies. Just recently I laughed at you and this moron Lestrade, but now I made a fool of myself.

– Was it him? – The murderer? No. It was his accomplice. A professional actor. A very talented actor at that. And still I should have figured him out. The black veil… Gloves to conceal makeup… My friend, I was punished for my arrogance.

Now we will have to give the ring back to Gregson. He took the ring?! – That’s right. – Oh no! Have you noticed that the accomplice came here by cab? And the killer on Brixton Road also came by cab. Inspector, Lestrade made ill prophesies and I lost the ring.

But I promise to return it to you in two days time. I hope so. Otherwise I’ll have to pay for it from my salary. And it’s not too big. But I haven’t come for the ring. We found the hotel where Stangerson is staying under a different name.

Lestrade has the arrest warrant. You can come with us if you want to. If he doesn’t open, break down the door. I go in first. You cover me. – You stay here. Where is he? – Over there. Keep it quiet. Gregson, follow me.

Tss! Quiet. Open it in the name of the law. One… Hands up! What do you say, doctor? Stab-wound. This is Stangerson. I think we can no longer suspect him of murder, can we? Look at this. It all adds up.

The money’s intact. A watch. A telegram from Cleveland. “Beware. J.H. Is in England”. And there’s the missing link. 2 pills. So? Just ordinary pills. Sleeping or stomach pills. For him it doesn’t matter.

You’d better look here. Nothing unusual. Just a ladder. The murderer climbed up this ladder and then went down. Let’s go, Watson. There won’t be anything interesting here. Gentlemen, when you finish here, drop by our place.

– What for? – We’ll have some sherry and talk. Good day, gentlemen. We found him. Red face, brown coat. Good work. Wiggins. These are your new instructions. Yes, sir. And your fee. Thank you. Thank you, sir.

Thank you. Anything else, gentlemen? One cigar, sir. Smoking is bad for your health. Look how thin I am. That’s because I smoke. I was sure from the very beginning that Stangerson wasn’t planning to kill Drebber.

But when he escaped from the lodge in such a hurry, leaving all his belongings, I knew that he himself was afraid of the killer. If the police had arrested Stangerson, that would have saved his life. But, alas, they were late as usual.

I am curious to know what kind of instruction you’ve given your desperados. From what I heard they have traced the murderer. Don’t rush things, Watson. There are 2 gentlemen to see you, sir. One of them is Mr.

Lestrade. That’s for the dog. The receptionist and the owner don’t know anything. They haven’t seen a thing. But the little boy, the cook, was throwing away the slops and he noticed that the ladder that was normally lying.

.. lying on the ground… Go on, please. Was leaning against the window. Then a man climbed out of the window and down the ladder. He was moving slowly and casually, and the cook took him for a painter or a carpenter.

And only later it occurred to him, that hardly anyone would work so early in the morning. What did this man look like? Not very tall, wearing heavy boots and a brown coat. So? I’m sure those were not sleeping pills or stomach pills, but fast-acting poison.

But he was stabbed, not poisoned. I could do the chemical analysis of the pills myself, but I think it will be more convincing if they do it in Scotland Yard. Oh, Mr. Holmes, Mr. Holmes… Take it. No! Toby! Toby! Toby! Spit it out.

Toby, where are you going? As you can see Scotland Yard has verified your hypothesis. To it’s health. But it is alive. Toby! – Toby! – Our lab is always handy. Mr. Holmes, after experiments conducted on animals they usually proceed to those with people.

Mr. Holmes, what are you? Mr. Holmes, you saw it… Toby. Toby. What’s with you? – Mister Holmes… – You’ve been warned. You have been warned. There will be no more murders. It’ll be over soon. The case is complicated and it may seem illogical at first.

That confused you. However such intricate crimes are most easy to solve. Stop lecturing us. If you know where he’s hiding, just tell us. – You want to know? – Yes, we’d like to know that. I’ll tell you, only.

.. – Watson. – What is it? I feel sick. Cabby, stop! We have to help him. Easy. Water. – Just a minute. – Help him up. I want you to meet… Jefferson Hope. The man who killed Drebber and Stangerson. What? In a week they’re going to try you in court.

If you want to say something before that, we’re listening. But we have to warn you that anything you say now can be used against you. He’ll talk. We know how to make them talk. I’ve got nothing to hide.

I’ve done my work, now you do yours. So you admit you killed Drebber and Joseph Stangerson? No, that was not murder. I tried them and I sentenced them to death. They told the state authorities that I threatened them.

I spent 2 months in jail. When they let me out I found out that they left to Europe, ran away from me. I saved some money, boarded a ship and set out in search of them. I searched Europe in and out. There wasn’t a place where I hadn’t been.

But a year ago I found out they were back in London. I searched all over London in my cab and finally found them. Now I waited for the right moment. Cab, sir. – I live near here. – Take a ride, sir. – It’s not safe to walk around alone at night.

– Let’s go. – Please. – Take me to Regent Street. – Of course, sir. – That’s it, sir. We’re here. – Oh really? No, not that way. I’ll show you. Where did you bring me? This is not my house. This is not my house.

Do you recognize me? You… I can see you do. You want to kill me? I could shoot you 10 times, like a mad dog. Or stab you and your friend to death in a dark alley. But I don’t want that. There are 2 pills here.

One is harmless. The other contains poison. Choose one of them. I’ll swallow the other one. If there is justice in this world, you will die. If there’s none, then I don’t want to live anyway. I won’t take it.

You will. You pretend to be God, but you are a common murderer! I won’t… I won’t… Remember Lucy Ferrier. 10 years ago I had a fiancée. We met in Utah, in Salt Lake City. The city of Mormons. You know who Mormons are? A religious sect.

They’re a gang of perverted fanatics. They don’t abide by our laws and they only do what their leaders tell them. They allow polygamy, like damned pagans. So this Drebber decided he wants to take my fiancée for his 4th wife.

Lucy Ferrier. Her father didn’t want that kind of life for his daughter. They fled, but the Mormons caught them in the desert. Drebber’s friend Joe Stangerson shot old Ferrier. And Lucy… They dragged her to Drebber’s house by force.

At the time I was in Nevada. When I came back and found out about what happened, I can’t tell you what I felt. I loved her… so much. Lucy was all I had. I decided to take her away from that place. But it was too late.

Lucy died of shame and grief after one month of living with that bastard. Her friend gave me the ring. I’d given it to her. It was the last thing he heard: “Remember Lucy Ferrier”. I got so excited, that blood streamed out of my nose.

That happens, doctors say it’s plethora. I dipped my finger in blood and wrote “Revenge” on the wall. Not for a second do I regret what I’ve done. Only one thing overshadowed my joy. I dropped the ring.

Who was the man who came to me for the ring? I won’t tell you his name. You don’t need to know it. I’ll say only, he is my friend, a jobless actor. He doesn’t know about the murder. How did you find Stangerson? You stabbed him, didn’t you? I can see you remember me.

Do you remember Lucy? And old Ferrier? I’ll give you all my money. I have a lot of it. – Anything you want. – No. I haven’t come for that. There are 2 pills here. One is harmless, the other one contains poison.

Help! I felt I was losing my strength and stabbed him with a knife. Anything else you can say? You know the rest. A boy ran up to me, he said a gentleman was sick and I had to take him home. That’s how I got to know Sherlock Holmes.

The red face was just a guess. The footprints on the floor… matched the boots and the length of the step of the killer. I thought the blood must have streamed from his nose. Your guess proved right.

But why did you ask the boy to look for a cabby? The killer drove in a cab and went into the house. The cab didn’t stand put, that means the cabby was not there. The horse was moving about. You could tell that by the prints of hoofs and wheels.

There were only 2 in the house – the killer and his victim. Therefore the killer must have been the cabby. A not so tall man in a brown coat with a red face. But there are 4 million people in London. And god knows how many cabbies.

How do you find the right one, when you know so little? Watson, I knew his name. No, it is not a miracle. I sent a telegram to Cleveland and got an answer. They wrote that Drebber complained about his rival, a man by the name of Jefferson Hope.

There was one catch in this case however, until I found out one of the pills was harmless. But when I found out that the killer gives his victim an equal chance… I somehow felt sorry for this cruel and merciless, but at the same time noble young man.

There’s one of the unpleasant sides of a detective’s work. My job is to solve crimes, but often the criminal evokes more sympathy than the victim. I must admit, I don’t give all the criminals away to law-enforcement bodies.

Why? There are certain minor crimes, when a person is punished with the fear of being caught. And it is a guarantee that next time he will think twice before doing something like that again. But if you put him to jail, the jail habits will haunt him for the rest of his life.

But I’m afraid that doesn’t refer to Jefferson Hope. He ruined himself with his own hands. A man can’t be guided with just the craving for revenge. It is one of the most useless feelings, it dries out the soul.

I always felt sorry for Count Monte Cristo. What a waste of talent and money! The one from the novel? I didn’t read it. And Jefferson Hope… Tonight Jefferson Hope died in prison. – I knew it. – He killed himself? It was a stroke.

– Maybe he was lucky. – What do the papers write? They praise Gregson, and more so Lestrade. And what about you? Not a word about me, as usual. What monstrous ingratitude! As of this day I will start writing myself.

I shall be your chronicler. And I won’t allow them to misappropriate your merits. Yes, they’ll read my stories in all the different languages, in Austria, in Japan, in Russia! If I’ll be damned! Written by Yuly Dunskoy, Valery Frid Directed by Igor Maslennikov Director of photography Yury Veksler Production designer Mark Kaplan Music by Vladimir Dashkevich LENFILM Studio THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DOCTOR WATSON PART ONE THE MASTER BLACKMAILER Based on stories by SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE Starring: Vassily LIVANOV Vitaly SOLOMIN Rina ZELENAYA Cast: Valentina Panina Borislav Brondukov Boris Ryzhukhin Boris Klyuev Anatoly Podshivalov and others There’s one question that worries me.

It is extremely important, if I venture to write about this case. How did you know he was poisoned? Rack of lamb in garlic sauce. – What lamb? – In garlic sauce. That night for dinner he had lamb in garlic sauce.

I don’t understand. What has lamb got to do with it? Elementary, Watson. Opium powder has a specific taste. Opium powder! Garlic sauce is a good means to conceal the odor of opium. Watson! There’s a very odd death.

Hear this. Yesterday lord Christopher Hacksley died suddenly in his family castle at age 42. Death was caused by heart failure. The inconsolable widow found her deceased husband in his study. But why do you find that odd? It’s the suddenness, Watson.

A maintenance man came by. That means, something needed fixing. I was right. These are his footprints, right next to the gas-bracket. Where’s Mrs. Hudson? – Mrs. Hudson! – Morning, gentlemen. I’m glad to see you healthy and in good spirits.

Breakfast will be ready in half an hour. We owe you 2.5 shillings for fixing the gas-bracket. One and a half, Mr. Holmes. Judging by the time he spent here, he earned his honest 2 and a half shillings.

He was too garrulous. You think so? I think he was just a jovial fellow. Look at the funny faces he drew on the dusty top of my secretaire. This dust, Mr. Holmes, is all your responsibility. Why, you won’t allow me to clean your room.

Therefore there’s dust all over the place. Mrs. Hudson! If I could, I’d prohibit cleaning altogether. To everyone, everywhere, and at all times! Your cleaning up, Mrs. Hudson, is like chopping off hieroglyphs off Egyptian stones.

After that Egyptologists would have nothing else to do. They would have to deal with absolutely bare smooth stones, without a trace of information. A letter? Is lies there since last night. Since yesterday morning, if you didn’t touch the newspapers.

I’ve come to the conclusion that you owe your observation and the rare ability to construct a chain of deductions to systematic training exercises. You perfect your deduction method every minute. I think it is more of a hereditary thing.

– Were there sleuths in your family? – No. My grandmother was the sister of the French artist Vernier. You know, Watson, if there’s aristocratism in your blood, at times it takes on the most unusual forms.

Why do you think you inherited this quality? My brother Mycroft has the same talent, only developed to a far greater degree of perfection. This letter is from him. At times you shock me with your arrogance, and at times – with excessive modesty.

Neither anyone I know nor the police have ever heard of a detective Mycroft Holmes. If I say my brother is more perceptive that I am, you must trust me. – Is he younger than you? – 7 years older. – Why is he unknown? – He is popular in his circles.

For instance, in the club “Diogenes”. What is that club? The most silent club in London. It prohibits any chatting or conversations. One who breaks the rule, is immediately excluded. Mycroft is one of the founding members.

Every time I go there I find that the atmosphere is most appeasing. I am going there now. Want to keep me company? It is a special room for visitors. You can talk in here. My brother Mycroft. Pleased to meet you, doctor.

Since the day you started writing my brother’s biography, there’s no end to questions whether I am in any way related to the famed Mr. Holmes. Sherlock, I expected to see you last week about the case in Manorhouse.

Thought you might be having difficulties. We solved it. We’ve just come back from there. – Garlic sauce? – That’s right. To get rid of the opium odor. That’s what I figured from the start. What an interesting character.

The marker? The man who’s talking to the doorman. A marker? Could be. The right shoulder is more developed. The left pocket is smeared with chalk. Is easily susceptible to colds. Especially in spring.

Single. – More likely, a widower. – I agree. – But not more that 3 years. – I agree. – Has a child. – Children, my boy. A boy and an older girl. But wants to get married again. Despite his gout. Well I’ll be damned! Now you see, dear Watson, Mycroft would have made a brilliant detective, if he wouldn’t prefer silence to everything else in the world.

But not even here can one hide from the gruesome reality. Sherlock, I wanted to see you about a very important matter. Not one soul, except you, of course, is to know about this. Especially the police.

Such was the request of Lady Eve Brackwell. – Brackwell? – Don’t strain your memory. She’s hardly known to anyone yet. One of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met, she started going out only this year.

Their wedding with duke Dovercourt is planned for next week. Charming. However there are several careless letters – – That’s right, careless, – that she wrote to one poor esquire. The letters were stolen by a scoundrel.

His name is… – Charles Augustus Milverton. – Yes. These letters are enough to break the engagement. Milverton will hand them over to the duke if he is not paid a substantial sum of money. The monster! Lady Brackwell doesn’t have the money.

That’s why I ask you take up this case, Sherlock. Milverton? The Master Blackmailer. He abuses people’s vices, mistakes and weaknesses. He has many victims to his score. Do me a favor and take this case, my boy.

Charles Augustus Milverton. “I shall pay you a visit at 10 p.m.”. That means, someone had informed him about our conversation, even though we talked at the Silent Club. Watson! I wonder what you can say about that gentleman.

I presume, that was his card. Correct. All of London’s criminal world is at his service. He pays generously. Once he paid 700 pounds to a servant for a note of 2 sentences. As a result the head of a family committed suicide and the whole family was ruined.

Come in, he’s upstairs. I imagine you must be quite surprised, Mr. Holmes. Not at all. Did the doorman from the “Diogenes” club tell you? No, a marker I know. This gentleman? My friend and colleague doctor Watson.

The case of our lady client is a delicate one… I have no secrets from doctor Watson. Then let’s get down to business. I understand, you are acting on behalf of Lady Eve? Has she authorized you to accept my conditions? – What are they? – 7 thousand pounds.

What happens if we say no? Dear sir, I hate to say this, but if the money will not be paid to me on the 14th, believe me, on the 18th there will be no wedding. We will advise Lady Eve to tell her husband everything and count on his magnanimity.

I can see, you don’t know the duke. There is nothing bad in those letters. They’re witty, very witty. The lady wrote beautifully. But I assure you, the duke won’t appreciate the style. However, If you insist that your client will only benefit if the duke reads the letters, it would be madness to pay such a small fortune.

Let’s consider the matter closed. We will do everything possible to avoid a scandal. I didn’t doubt for a second you would take exactly this attitude But we both know Lady Eve is not rich. What you say about her financial situation is true.

But this marriage is a perfect opportunity for her friends and family to do something for her. They will be considering a a wedding present. And they need to know that she will be more happy to get these letters than all the vases and chandeliers in London.

Don’t you think your business is immoral? Not to mention the legal side. But Christian morality! Stop preaching, doctor! Who if not me stands on guard Of the interests of matrimony? This belongs to…

But let’s not be immodest, until this note gets into the hands of the lady’s husband. But as soon as the lady trades her diamonds for this trifle, the marriage will be saved. Now, remember the abrupt breaking off of Miss Miles and Colonel Dorking? The “Morning Post” wrote about it 2 days before the wedding.

And some 1200 pounds could have saved that marriage. Not to mention how unfaithful and stubborn wives send their trusting husbands to heaven. When lord Hacksley learned about the escapades of his wife.

.. We read “The Times”. The heart of this young 40-year-old man couldn’t take the blow. Alas! And who would be to blame? Don’t tell me It is I. I still don’t understand. Why ruin people’s lives if it doesn’t bring any profit? You’re mistaking there.

I benefit from that kind of publicity. I’m handling about 8-10 cases at a time. If they find out I have severely punished Lady Eve for instance, the others will be more reasonable. You understand? Watson! Let’s see what the scoundrel has in his pockets.

What?! I have to deal with that kind of attitude quite often. No one can do anything to me! If I have to use the gun, the law will be on my side. Besides I’m not that stupid to carry the letters on me.

I expected something more original from you, Mister Holmes! My dear brother, we’ve made 2 inexcusable mistakes. First of all! Instead of trying to impress doctor Watson with our brilliant family talents, we should have paid more attention to the marker.

And second! To speak in a club where everyone else is silent… is the same as to shout when everyone else is speaking. Exactly! As a result Milverton made his move first. He caught me by surprise, unarmed, without any facts or proof.

I’m not used to working that way. I quit the case. Are you suggesting that we try to find the money? It will be better that way. And there’s no other option? I don’t think so. I feel sorry for the poor girl.

Don’t, Escott! What has Charlie got to do with you? If he gets near you, I’ll kill him like a fly. I’ll shoot his brains out! And no regrets. – Escott, you won’t do that. – Sure I will. Milverton’s estate is like an impregnable fortress.

Gloomy-looking streets, identical houses… And all of a sudden amidst all that – an ancient house! No! A castle rather! It stands in the middle of a garden, surrounded by a high wall, cracked from the dry sun, a stone wall, overgrown with moss.

It… I see. A high stone wall. Go on. Right. Apart from the wall. First of all, I saw the man we had seen earlier. Second, I bumped into a sneaky-looking character, who I think suspected something…

I’ll shoot his brains out! And no regrets! Well I’ll be damned, Holmes. That’s not the worst part. The thing is, I’m engaged. My fiancée is Milverton’s housemaid. Her name’s Agatha. A sweet charming girl.

Isn’t that going a bit too far? For her I am a tinsmith. Name’s Escott. My business is going well. But what about the girl, Holmes?! All we did was walk the dog and talk. But now I know Milverton’s house like the palm of my own hand.

I have a lucky rival by the name of Charlie. He’ll take my place as soon as I disappear from the scene. But thank you for the valuable information. I haven’t noticed the marker. Look at this, Watson. An ultimate thief’s kit.

Glazier’s diamonds, a knife, and a set of master-keys. Objects born out of the progress of civilization. And here… Look. Look at this beauty! A thief’s flashlight. I’m going to rob Milverton. I always told you I’d make a good thief.

And I’m grabbing at this opportunity. But what if they catch you and arrest you? “Holmes in the hands of Milverton!” Can’t you – Sherlock Holmes – find another solution? There is no other solution. I will commit a crime only in the eyes of the law.

From the point of view of morality my actions will be justified. You’re not sure? Why then did you rush to help me when I attempted to search the bastard’s pockets. You were about to hit him with a chair.

But the risk! Think about the risk! A gentleman mustn’t mind the risk, when a woman is asking for help. What if he already handed the letters over? No. He’s taking his time. He thinks I quit the case.

If I won’t get the letters tonight, tomorrow he’s going to ruin poor Lady Eve Brackwell. – When do we set off? – You can’t help me here. Why do you say that? You’re not the only one who has a feeling of self-respect and sympathy for others.

All right. We spent a long time living under one roof. If we’re unlucky, we’ll share the prison cell. – Have you got soft shoes? – Of course. My tennis shoes. What about a mask? We can cut two out of a black silk fabric.

Bravo, doctor! You’re a natural born thief! The papers are in a safe. The safe is in the study. The study adjoins the bedroom. Just like any staunch scoundrel, Milverton sleeps soundly. Agatha confirmed that.

All goes according to schedule. It’s half past ten. – It’s time to put on the masks. – No. We’ll put them on when we climb over the wall. Get the tools. It’s Nora. Don’t be afraid of her. We love vanilla rusks.

Nora, here’s some more! Jump, Watson. Now that she recognized me, we can put on the masks. This is the door of the study. Bad luck, it’s bolted. Let’s try the back door. There’s a greenhouse that leads to the drawing-room.

God dammit! I cut my finger. Welcome! It saw us. The parrot. Throw a handkerchief over it. – The garden door is open. – Strange. Let’s not waste time. Watson! Wipe that away! Quick! – You have a handkerchief? – I left it with the parrot.

Here, take mine. I shall be in my study! Come in. It’s open. You’re half an hour late. I hope I will be rewarded for the inconvenience? Couldn’t you come earlier? Well, I can see you couldn’t. So you say, the countess mistreated you? Now you have a chance to get even with her.

Haven’t you? What’s with you, young lady? You’re trembling! Calm down. That’s better. Now lets get down to business. You said you have 5 letters that compromise your mistress. You want to sell them, I want to buy.

All we have to do is agree about the price. But I have to see the letters first. My God! It’s you?! Yes, its me. The poor woman that you have ruined. You were stubborn. You shouldn’t have let matters get out of hand.

I assure you, if there’s no need, I won’t hurt a fly. But everyone earns his bread in his own way. What was left to do? I named the price. You could afford it. But you didn’t want to pay! And then you sent the letters to my husband.

His heart wasn’t strong enough for that. He died. The noblest of men passed away. You remember the night when in this very room I stood on my knees begging you to have mercy on me? But you only laughed in my face.

Just as you’re laughing now. Only your lips are quivering. Coward! You thought you would never see me again? But I knew the way. You don’t think you scare me, do you? All I have to do is call my servants and throw you out.

But I shall be lenient towards the angry lady. Your anger becomes you! Just leave. And let’s forget the whole story. I won’t let you destroy any more lives, torment any more hearts. I shall save the world from the venomous viper.

He’s dead. Stop! Drop your gun! I got you! God dammit! Here! They’re here! Where’s your shoe, Watson? Apparently, same place as your handkerchief. The police have them. Did your handkerchief have your initials on it? Luckily, no.

Lets hope, everything will end well. The main thing is that lady Eve is safe now. I wasn’t too careful either. There’s my blood on the greenhouse door. The police to see you, gentlemen. Hello, Mr. Holmes.

Doctor. Good morning, inspector. I would like to ask… – You’re not too busy right now? – Not too busy. Please sit down. Thank you, I prefer to stand. – Sit down, inspector. – I won’t keep you long. Mr.

Holmes, something very unusual happened in Hampstead this night. Unusual indeed, because one crime seemed to have overlapped with another. Tell me what happened. I know you like cases like this one. I’m sure you do.

A murder without any traces of theft. – I’m sure you’re interested. – Yes and no. – Depends on the details. – The details are perfect! A dramatic murder with all the ensuing details. – Very interesting.

.. – Go on, inspector. I would be much obliged, if you would personally go to Appledor Towers. We’ve been keeping the deceased under surveillance for some time and I must say, he was a real bastard. In his safe he kept papers that he used for blackmailing people.

But after he was murdered all the papers were burned to ashes. Not a single valuable was stolen. This tells me that the criminals were people of a high social status. – There were several? – Two. We have evidence.

Blood on the glass door, a tennis shoe, footprints, a handkerchief. That’s evidence all right. Yes! We nearly caught them. But the first one was agile, And the gardener caught the second one, but he got away leaving only his shoe.

He was a man of average height, sturdily-built, with a broad face, red moustache, and wearing a mask. Such a general description could fit anyone. Even Watson. – You flatter me, inspector. – Yes, exactly.

I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you, inspector. First of all, I am very busy right now. Secondly, you have enough evidence. And most importantly, I knew this man Milverton. He was one of the slimiest bastards in London.

Let’s hope he has been punished according to his deeds. I won’t take this case. Well, it is up to you, Mr. Holmes. But if I have any questions, I’ll come to you for advise. I’ll be happy to help you out.

Good-bye, Mr. Holmes. Well I’ll be damned! What the dickens devil! I solve crimes all my life, and I fail to cover my own tracks. Mr. Holmes, there’s a letter for you. Thank you. “Dear limb of the law! You’ve overstepped the limit.

Beware! M.” Lestrade is not a fool after all. This note is his work. He must have noticed the shoe in the fireplace too. Yes! We’re up to our ears in this. The story is just beginning, and Lestrade has nothing to do with it.

Where’s this year’s reference book “All London”? – Letter “M”? – No, letter “H”. Lord Christopher Hacksley. Look up his address. I didn’t call the police. We’re not from Scotland Yard. We are private detectives.

Thank god, my husband died his own death. I am in no need of private detectives either. I’ll get down to business. This morning me and my friend Doctor Watson received a letter, the content of which will hardly interest you, however you may recognize the signature.

It is the letter “M” made of four crossed swords. Is this monogram familiar to you? I’m afraid I don’t understand. You see, m’lady, there are many rogues in London, who are interested in aristocratic families.

Our aim is to protect you from blackmail. I never saw this monogram before. Are you sure? I’m sure you are wasting your time. I’ve forgotten what an ordinary London postman looks like. Your mail delivery gets on my nerves, gentlemen.

Either it’s brought here by some ragamuffins, or flies into the window with a stone, and the next time your brother Mycroft sends a telegram with a messenger looking like he was straight from Buckingham Palace.

In the morning some kind of a hairy monster slipped a note under the door. And a moment before you arrived a man rushed in, barked out something unintelligible, threw an envelope at me and ran away. – Where’s the envelope? – It’s in the hall.

I think there’s a bomb in there. I’ve long given up Mr. Holmes as hopeless. But you, doctor! A lady! A true lady in everything she does. This is what I asked her for. And she sent it with god knows who.

What a woman! What self-possession! What common sense! – Some kind of hieroglyphs. – That’s wonderful, Watson. We will have to decipher them. And let all British Egyptologists be envious of me! Scriptwriter: Vladimir Valutsky Director: Igor Maslennikov D.

O.P.: Yuri Veksler, Anatoly Lapshov Production designer: Mark Kaplan Music composed by: Vladimir Dashkevich End of Part One In Part Two The Famous detective Sherlock Holmes and his friend doctor Watson experience the power and insidious nature of the man, whose identity is concealed behind the letter “M”.

LENFILM studio The famous detective Sherlock Holmes, with the help of his friend doctor Watson, penetrated into the den of the villainous extortioner Milverton and burned down the papers that the villain used for blackmail.

By coincidence on that same night Milverton was murdered. This incident has stirred the criminal world and made extremely risky THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DOCTOR WATSON PART TWO DEADLY FIGHT Based on stories by SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE Starring: Vassily LIVANOV Vitaly SOLOMIN Rina ZELENAYA Co-starring: Borislav Brondukov Victor Evgrafov Alexander Zakharov Boris Klyuev Nikolai Kryukov Alexei Kozhevnikov Ignat Leirer I.

Andronnikov A. Podshivalov Y. Eller Dima Khrilyev and others. I’ve got an excellent collection starting with the letter “M”. Morgan – a poisoner. Merridew, who left behind a collection of scalps. Mortimer – cocainist and murderer.

Mrs. Medoc – a bloody jealous avenger. Mathews. The guy who knocked out my left canine tooth at the waiting hall at Charing Cross Station. Those are all shadows of the past, that can only be brought back to life with the power of your pen.

And this is a different company! These people caught my attention for only just one instant, however I kept their cards for my files. Who for instance? For instance, Moran – Sebastian. Retired colonel.

Served in the First Bengalore field-engineer regiment. The son of Sir Moran, holder of the Order of the Bath, former British envoy to Persia. Graduated from Eton College and Oxford University. Was a signaler in the Jovak and Ardennes campaigns.

– You haven’t met him there by chance, have you? – No. Also in Cheresiam & Cherpur campaigns. An expert shot. Author of “Hunting Big Prey in the Western Himalayas” and “Three Months in the Jungle”. Member of the Anglo-Indian, Tankerville and “Bagatelle” clubs.

Well, that’s a biography of an honest soldier. Yes. And nevertheless, opposite his name I wrote: “The most dangerous man in London”. Up to a certain point Moran did not arise any suspicion. In India they still tell the legend about him crawling along the bottom of a dried brook to save a man from the claws of an enraged wounded tiger.

You know, Watson, there are these trees that grow the way they should up to a certain point. And then all of a sudden they start developing ugly abnormal deviations. – That happens with people too. – Yes.

Colonel Moran stepped on a vicious path. Without any obvious reason he turned everyone in India so much against himself, that he had to leave London and retire altogether. I don’t see anything criminal in that.

Do you remember the strange death of Mrs. Stewart from Lauder? In 1887. I’m sure he has the most direct relation to that death. – Why are you so sure? – It’s a long story. Want to see what he looks like? I wonder what you say when you see him.

Physiognomic analysis is worth something in our line of work. – But where? – At the club “Bagatelle” of course. Make your bets, gentlemen. No more bets. – He is not here? – He’s here all right. One of the 12.

Port and “The Times”. – Want a hint? – No. I know some of those people. The one on the left is Godfry Milmer. A furrier, suffering from gout. I haven’t personally treated his partner Lord Belmoran, but everyone knows him.

At the next table sits Mr. Murray, sciatica. The one nearest to us is sir John Hardy. Sturdy as a bull, but the wife suffers from constant neuralgia. I beg your pardon, gentlemen, I’ll leave you for a minute.

We hope you won’t be long, Mr. Carlisle. Dear Watson, I have to meet with the man who wrote this note. Proceed with your physiognomic observations. We’ll share our impressions at home. You lost, gentlemen! – Congratulations, Sir Ronald.

– Aren’t you mistaken, Colonel? See for yourself. I don’t have my traveling-bag with me. I would kindly ask you to take our winnings, and tomorrow I’ll come by to collect my share. All the best, gentlemen.

Colonel Moran, I suspect you are a card-sharp. Mind your language, my young friend. Where did the Ace of Clubs come from? Go back, collect the money and divide it into two parts. Don’t provoke the tiger to bare his teeth, Sir Fool.

Price! Take off the blindfold. Your coronal bones are not as developed I’d expected. You have a very dangerous habit – of carrying a loaded gun in your jacket pocket. Does this room seem familiar to you? It could very well be that you didn’t kill Milverton.

The material evidence testifies only to the fact, that you’d been here. You have been here, haven’t you, Holmes? Am I right? You wanted Lady Eve’s letters. You have come here to steal them. You couldn’t do it legally, so you decided to violate the law.

You were guided by your ambitions. You see, Holmes, I’m also good at making logical deductions. But you have made a number of major mistakes. Footprints, bloody stains on the glass door… Charles was my friend.

Besides, he was my supplier. It is a great loss. Mind you… I felt your presence after Milverton’s death. One secret thread was pulled. Only someone who read my secret correspondence with him could know about it.

That was on March the 4th. On the 23rd you bothered me the second time. In the middle of April you disappointed me again. At the end of the month you frustrated my plans. Today I’m faced with the threat of being exposed.

And once again not without your help! – So what do you suggest? – I suggest you quit! You’ve crossed the path of a very powerful organization. Even you can’t understand the full extent of its power. Stop playing this game, or they’ll crush you! The papers you took from this table, with my monogram! Considering your interest in me, you couldn’t have burnt them! – You have them! – Why are you so sure? They could be in Scotland-Yard! No, Holmes, you have them.

No one, except you, knows the meaning of the letter “M”. No one, except you, especially not that idiot Lestrade, will be able to decipher the coded text. You have them. You hope to decipher the invaluable papers and put us all behind bars.

I repeat… That is not going to happen. Because otherwise you will not leave this room alive. Your threats are very serious, therefore they call for no less serious proof. Milverton received invoices an hour before you came here.

My personal messenger brought them. They were lying on the table. That’s not good enough, professor. Not good enough! Apart from me there were other people here too: Servants, maids, police officers. And then again you forget about the real killer.

Don’t switch the light on, Watson. That can be dangerous. You mean, he can be looking for me already? – Who is that? – Colonel Moran. What have you done? I became the witness of an ugly scene between the Colonel and a young man.

Let’s not stand in front of the window. Take a seat and tell me everything. A young man by the name of Ronald… You must be talking about sir Ronald Adair. A frequenter and a Board member of the club “Bagatelle”.

An inveterate card-player, but never goes beyond the limits. The younger son of count Meinus, the governor of one of our provinces in Australia. Is engaged to Edith Woodley From Corster. An absolutely harmless creature.

They played in a pair with the Colonel and won. Then they had a fight. Sir Ronald accused the Colonel of cheating. – Did anyone else hear it? – Just me. Accidentally. I don’t envy Sir Ronald and you. I suggest we draw the shutters.

What is it you’re afraid of? An air-gun. – Pardon me? – An air-gun. The files of my letter “M” card index came into motion. The tiger hunt is on. – Who is the tiger? – Yours truly. And now you too, Watson.

– What shall we do? – Run. We’re dealing with people who don’t shelve their promises. Listen carefully and remember my instructions. I disappear right now. You sleep over in Mrs. Hudson’s room. Watson, remember my instructions to the letter.

We’ve engaged ourselves in a war with an organized criminal association. Tonight you are to send our luggage to Victoria Station not disclosing the point of destination. Tomorrow morning you send Mrs.

Hudson to get a cab. She is by no means to stop the first and the second one she sees passing by. You get in the cab and show the cabby the address, scribbled on a sheet of paper. He takes you to Lowther Arcade.

You get out and immediately mix with the crowd. You have to bear in mind that by 9.15 sharp you have to be at the opposite end of the Arcade. A small carriage will be waiting for you there. The driver – a man in a black cloak with a red trim.

Get in that carriage and go to Victoria Station to catch the express-train, heading for the continent. – The continent? – Yes. The continent. Where would I meet up with you? I’ve already booked compartment 2 in the first-class coach.

We meet on board the train? That’s right. See you then, Watson. He got away! Here! Well, I’d say, this is too much! Mister Holmes! Mister Holmes! I’ve had it with your chemical experiments. What, Watson?! You’re into this nonsense too? Doctor Watson! Doctor Watson! I saw your back and recognized you right away.

That’s what a practiced eye does for you! – I’m in a great hurry, inspector. – I can see that. I cried out your name, but you turned your back at me. So I figured you were in a hurry. Unlike you, doctor Watson, I’m in no hurry at all.

There’s nothing to do in London nowadays. Soon all of us will be unemployed. Your friend has made a mountain out of a molehill. – Has he nothing to do too? – I don’t know. The vigilance of the police yields its fruit.

Our basic principle is – crime prevention. I have a favor to ask you, my dear Lestrade. By the way, it has to do with crime prevention. I’m very much concerned with the fate of one young man. His name is Sir Ronald Adair.

I think his life is in danger. I’m leaving, and I would kindly ask you to take care of him. Don’t worry. Who’s threatening him? A man by the name of… Sebastian Moran. A frequenter of the club “Bagatelle”.

Sebastian Moran? Doctor Watson! Good day. Please occupy your seat, we’re departing. So, do you have severe burns? My god! You scared me to death! – What’s with the apartment? – How do you know? The morning paper.

“Fire in Mr. Holmes’ apartment”. I’m afraid, two carpets are lost. What’s worse is that the police are after the arsonists. – What’s bad about that? – It’s untimely. Untimely. But I don’t understand. Where are our persecutors? Oh, there they are! – But that is not Moran.

– That’s professor Moriarty. Who is this Moriarty? Remember the monogram of crossed swords? I shall fill you in on that. Haven’t you heard of professor Moriarty? No. Ingenious and incomprehensible! The man has entangled the whole of London in his web, and no one knows anything about him.

If I could deliver society of this man, I would consider that the crown of my career and turn to a more peaceful activity. Why is he so dangerous? He has a not so quite ordinary biography. He comes from a very decent family.

Has an excellent education. But, more importantly… He is gifted with phenomenal mathematical skills. He was only 21, when he was offered a chair at one local university. But he developed a passion for risky ventures.

Rumors started spreading about him around town, and he was forced to move to London, where he started tutoring young people to pass exams for an officer’s rank. It is there that he met our mutual acquaintance – Colonel Moran.

And still, why is he so dangerous? He is the Napoleon of the criminal world. He accounts for more than a half of all unsolved crimes in London. Like a spider, he sits in the middle of his web and senses the most subtle movement of a thousand fibers.

– But how did you trace him? – Elementary, Watson. It is pure logic. I’ve known long ago, that behind the London criminals there stands some kind of an unknown force, that violates the law acting through dummies.

I tried to unveil the mystery, but to no avail. The sudden demise of Milverton, the main supplier of this organization, resulted in Moriarty losing his nerve. You never said anything about it to me. I enjoyed fighting him one on one.

At times the horror of knowing about his crimes gave way to the admiration for his mastership. But Moriarty made one little slip, that he shouldn’t have made. His enemy was the love for cheap effects.

The passion for symbols, like the monogram with crossed swords. Do you remember the letter that Lady Hacksley gave us? – He wrote that letter? – No doubt. He knew right away, that the monogram would attract my attention and sounded the alarm.

Those papers must mean a lot to him. They’re invaluable. The first attempt at deciphering them gave me the complete list of his gang-members. Something like a roster? Absolutely correct. All I need now is a few days of work, and Moriarty and his accomplices will be put behind bars.

It will be the biggest trial in our history, and I will be the witness. And according to inexorable logic there’s only one thing that can save Moriarty – the death of the key witness. So, dear Watson, I am a very dangerous companion, and you can still change your mind and disembark.

I didn’t want to offend you, my friend. In that case we shall leave together. I’ve already instructed the conductor about our luggage. God dammit, I underestimated Moriarty! – You think it’s him? – No doubt.

He could have taken an express train, but Moriarty preferred to use a self-propelled carriage. One might think, that we are the real criminals, and not them. Why didn’t you arrest Moriarty? That would make senseless the deciphering of his letters.

We would catch the big fish, but small fry would get away. How fast does a telegram from Switzerland travel here? I think it takes about 24 hours. 24 hours! That means, no later than on Monday all of them will be in the hands of the police.

– But how? – Elementary, Watson! Well if I’m not Sherlock Holmes! Welcome, Mr. Holmes! Don’t you remember me? Peter Steiler Junior. I didn’t expect to see you here. I was one of the accomplices in the case of the theft of the cupid’s head from the Royal Museum.

They let me out on parole for exemplary behavior. I bought a small house here, In Meyeringene. – Small world. – And that is wonderful! By the way, there’s a telegram for you from London, Mr. Holmes. Moriarty? I should have foreseen it.

They caught the whole gang, except him. He got away, even though I’ve given the police all the leads. I should have known he’s too tough a nut for them. You know, Watson, you will have to go back to London.

I was never so dangerous a companion as I am now. Moriarty lost everything. If he stays back in London, that’ll be the end of him. Now he will try to avenge himself on me. He warned me when we met: Either he destroys me or he will be dead.

Watson, get back! Landslides are a common thing around here. Perhaps. I will allow myself a little advice as to what you should see around here. Have a look at this. If you’re here you can’t miss the Reichenbach Falls! This picturesque path takes you to the village Rosenlau.

About halfway from here, if you make a small detour you will see something quite unusual. I’m all for it! We are in the mood for encounters with the unusual. If you pardon my curiosity, what did you need the cupid’s head for? All my life I’ve been attracted to beautiful things.

I couldn’t resist. Watson! There it is! A perfect choice of location! Who chose it? The Reichenbach Falls! Immaculate taste! I think, Watson, I didn’t live my life for nothing. Why such gloomy words? And why in the past tense? Even if my life comes to an end now, I turn back and look at it with a feeling of emotional satisfaction.

I have made the air of London cleaner. I don’t like your mood. You have solved thousands of cases, and at all times optimism helped you in your work. And now everything is more than wonderful! Moriarty is defeated.

Relax, admire the beautiful landscape! We will have to go back. An Englishwoman has registered at the hotel. She is suffering from consumption in the last stages. Steiler writes that she had spent the winter in Davos, and was traveling to stay with her friends in Lucerne.

But on the way the bleeding started. They have a local doctor there. She categorically refused to be treated by a Swiss doctor, when she found out there was a British doctor around. – We have to go, Holmes.

– Of course you have to. What about you? I shall stay and admire the beautiful scenery in solitude. It is dangerous to be in the mountains alone. Not more than anywhere else in our imperfect world. I definitely don’t like your mood these days.

Tomorrow first thing we go back to London. At least there’s no Moriarty there. Tonight I will try to be in the village Rosenlau. Come to meet me there! Take care of Ronald Adair! – What?! – Ronald Adair! I can’t hear you! I’m all yours, Professor! Before we start to sort matters out between us, give me time to write a note to my friends.

For neither of us knows the outcome of our encounter. We don’t have much time, but very well. Drop your knife, I am unarmed. I’m ready. I hope her condition hasn’t deteriorated? – How is she? – Who? Didn’t you write this? – About the sick Englishwoman.

– Englishwoman? The letterhead of my hotel. I know! The letter must have been written by a tall British gentleman, who arrived right after you left. He asked for Mr. Holmes. I told him, that… There was another gentleman with him.

He carried a gun! Holmes! Holmes! Holmes! It’s me, mister Watson! Hold on! I’m coming to the rescue! Where is Mr. Holmes? They killed him! Oh, my god! What tragedy! What misfortune! Mr. Holmes was the only one who treated me with respect.

If not for him, I wouldn’t be living here now. I wouldn’t be admiring this beautiful scenery! God dammit! Poor Mister Holmes! “Dear Watson! I write these lines to you now thanks to the kindness of Mr.

Moriarty, who is waiting for me to finally solve the argument regarding us both. My life has reached its highest peak. I couldn’t wish myself a better death. Please tell Inspector Peterson, that the papers that will help him expose the criminal gang are in my desk drawer marked with the letter “M”.

Prior to leaving London I wrote down all the necessary instructions and left them with my brother Mycroft. Please give my warmest regards to Mrs. Hudson. And don’t forget about poor Ronald Adair. Yours truly.

Sherlock Holmes.” Screenplay: Vladimir Valutsky Director: Igor Maslennikov D.O.P.: Yuri Veksler Anatoly Lapshov Production designer: Mark Kaplan Music: Vladimir Dashkevich END OF PART TWO In the next episode Doctor Watson will execute the will of his friend, the great Sherlock Holmes, for which he will have to disguise himself as a common London sleuth.

.. To the order of USSR GOSTELERADIO LENFILM studio Creative Association of TV Films The great detective Sherlock Holmes disappears in the abyss of the Reichenbach Falls, accomplishing the main cause of his life – exposing the criminal gang of professor Moriarty.

Doctor Watson learns about the will of his friend: To finish off, what has started as THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DOCTOR WATSON PART THREE TIGER HUNT Based on stories by SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE Starring: Vassily LIVANOV Vitaly SOLOMIN Rina ZELENAYA Cast: Borislav Brondukov Igor Dmitriev Victor Evgrafov Alexander Zakharov Alexei Kozhevnikov Boris Klyuev Nikolai Kryukov Anatoly Podshivalov I.

Kraslavskaya E. Kharkevich A. Zakharov V. Smolyakov and others. “Dear Watson! I write these lines to you thanks to the kindness of Mister Moriarty, who is waiting for me to settle the argument, regarding us both.

It makes me happy to think that I can deliver society from all the inconveniences cause by this man. But I’m afraid that will be accomplished at a cost, that will disappoint my friends and especially you, my dear Watson.

However I’ve already said, that my life has reached its highest peak, and I couldn’t wish of a better death for myself. Prior to leaving England I’ve written down all instructions regarding my property and possessions.

..” No! Never! I will never rent this apartment to anyone. Let all the things stay where they are. This place will be the museum Of a great man. “Will you please give my warmest regards to our kindest Mrs.

Hudson…” Every time you read these lines to me, it breaks my heart. “And don’t forget about poor Ronald Adair. Yours truly. Sherlock Holmes.” Mrs. Hudson. Sooner or later we will have to enter his room.

But we don’t have the relevant instructions. I think Mr. Holmes probably forgot to give them. – Forgot? – Well, maybe not… More likely he had no time for that. The assignment that Holmes gave me in his last letter forces me to enter his room.

What do you say to that, Mrs. Hudson? I think, most likely poor Mr. Holmes didn’t have a chance to give you written permission. 34, Red, Evens. Please, Make your bets, gentlemen. All bets made. 12, Black, Odd.

This will be our last Rubber, gentlemen. I’m afraid I have to go. A very important dinner appointment! My mother has come home from Australia. Tonight we are receiving Dr. Nikoten, who will examine her.

6 of Spades. It’s very important to treat the doctor to a good turtle soup. We will be having asparagus consomme. The doctor is a Frenchman? Then for the second course it will be a horseflesh steak? Wrong.

Wild duck. – 6 of Clubs. – Pass. Pass. Mind your teeth, you may bite on small shot. Or worse, a bullet! Make your bets, gentlemen. Make your bets. All bets placed. Zero! I lost, gentlemen. A revenge? Winnings corrupt the soul.

Besides, I’m in a hurry. Think of it as your dinner becoming more expensive by 5 pounds. A good doctor is worth it. All the best, gentlemen. Pardon me, sir. The Colonel asked to remind you once again, that you owe him 420 pounds.

Tell the Colonel, that I have returned the money to the gentlemen who lost, because it was not fair play. That’s impossible. The Colonel has moved to the continent. Write to him yourself. There’s the address.

But it’d be best for you… if you took my advice and wired the money. If you don’t stop your pressure, I, as Board member, shall raise the question of his expulsion from the club, and then inform the press that not only is he a cheat, but also a blackmailer.

Take my advice! Good evening, doctor Watson. What’s this masquerade all about? Italian Padre with a red English moustache! I’d say that’s something fresh! Mr. Murray, have you seen sir Ronald? Our young friend has just left.

Oh, but you didn’t answer me! Cab! – Take me to 427 Park Lane, fast! – As you say, father. Whoa, old mate Meadows! Good evening, sir. Good evening, Judy. – Is Mrs. Minus in? – Your mother is in the dining room.

And miss Adair? They’re all there. The guests are arriving. – What about Dr. Nikoten? – He’s not here yet. We were faster than the wind, father. Let’s get out of here, Meadows! Good evening, doctor. We’ve been expecting you.

How may I help you, sir? I’d like to know if sir Ronald Adair is at home please? Yes, he is. Please come in. Thank you, but I’ll drop by some other time. There’s smoke in the room from the fire-place.

Open the window. Don’t catch cold. Has anyone asked for me, Mrs. Hudson? Only your old patient with rheumatism. He said he will come back tomorrow. – Anyone else? – No one. Are you expecting anyone, Dr.

Watson? No. – What are we having for lunch, Mrs. Hudson? – Your favorite. – Lamb saddle, I presume? – Your guess is correct. And rhubarb soup. Splendid, Mrs. Hudson. Ronald! Son! Dinner’s ready. Ronald! Everyone’s waiting for you.

Judy! Are you sure, sir Ronald is in his room? He was there just a moment ago. Look around the house. He’s nowhere around. Ronald! Open the door! Where’s Virgil? Virgil! Try to unlock it. – Oh, my god! – Calm down, m’lady.

I never thought that after the death of Sherlock Holmes I would ever visit this house again. Hello, Inspector. What happened? Doctor Watson, I would kindly ask you to get dressed. – The matter is urgent.

– Would you care to explain? A month ago, when we met at The Lowther Arcade you hinted that Sir Ronald’s life was in danger. What’s with Adair? He’s dead. He was shot, and I’ve come here for some explanations.

Gregson, go get Mr. Murray. Do you remember this gentleman, who talked to you at the club Bagatelle? Yes. It is Dr. Watson. What was he asking you about? I was looking for Count Ronald Adair. That’s right, I was looking for him.

But I didn’t find him. Of which I regret deeply now. Thank you, Mr. Murray. Dr. Watson, it’s a good thing you don’t deny that. It’s equally good that you, Inspector, don’t deny the fact that a month ago I already warned you about the danger that threatened Sir Ronald! – That was a false maneuver! – False? One moment! On the very day when you and Holmes left for the continent, I got in touch with Colonel Moran and found out, that all your hints were groundless! You told Moran about what I said? You know very well, doctor, that crime prevention is our sacred cause.

I deny any participation of Moran in this case because… Because right now he is on a journey across Africa. But there is one more peculiar circumstance, doctor. You recognize him? He’s the man. This is yours, father.

Inspector! As the suspect in this case, I’d like to see the scene of the crime. How was he murdered? He was shot with a gun. Here’s the bullet. It went right through. 9 caliber. In cases like this one my friend Sherlock Holmes.

.. Forget about Holmes! We’ll solve this case without him. To my deep regret, we will have to do without him this time. My friend Sherlock Holmes would say: Look for the motive. Tell me, if you please, why did the young man have to lock the door on the inside? That means it must have been the murderer! But then, how did the killer leave the room? Through the window? There are no tracks on the windowsill and under the window.

I’ve checked. Most likely, Adair himself locked the door. After the murderer had left. Wait a minute. How could he have locked the door, when he was dead? Supposing he fired the shot through the window.

But the distance is much too long. I’ve checked. He was hanging in the air. He had wings. And the main thing that puzzles me, is that no one in the street and inside the house has heard the shot! It can’t be that they’re all deaf, can it? And that makes you conclude that I am the murderer? I locked the door on the inside, I shot at him, hanging in mid air.

I don’t insist on that. But you were the last person to have seen Adair. And you were the first to mention his name to me. I exclude the possibility of a suicide. The gun was not found. Adair lived a cloudless life.

He had no enemies! – Except for one! – Exactly. Dear doctor Watson! Perhaps you would care to tell us who that is? If I remember correctly, the description of one of the murderers of Milverton strongly resembled yours.

What is that? Have a look. That’s a roster of Adair’s card debts. Some time ago I told you the name of the man, who could… Moran? That’s out of the question! He is in Africa. And I checked that too.

Tell me, why the masquerade with the soutane? That has nothing to do with this. I have all the grounds to arrest you. But in view of our long relationship, I will make a concession. I ask you not to leave London until this case is solved.

– My books! – I’m sorry. – Leave it, get away! – As you wish. It won’t be the same without Holmes! Those lanky idiots would never have dared to barge into a private home in the middle of the night! You mustn’t lose heart, doctor Watson.

Think of your friend, read his letter once again. I can’t. How can I read his letter, if I failed to implement his last orders? I’ve destroyed Adair and gotten myself into trouble. Oh, Mrs. Hudson! I’ll go make you some coffee.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson. I can see, you are not very happy with my coming here. – How did you get here? – The door wasn’t locked, sir. Strange. I followed you here. I wanted to thank you. Believe me, I am a very grateful man, and I thank you for helping me.

That was nothing really. Sir, allow me to offer you some books. “The Holy War”. “Birds of Great Britain” in 3 volumes. Good day. – Your coffee, doctor. – Thank you. Hello, Watson! Hello, my friend! I’m alive! Get up, my friend.

Holmes, they want to arrest me. I know. I read this morning’s “Times”. You are the prime suspect. My dear Mrs. Hudson! It’s me. I’m alive. Alive! Alive! You’re not a ghost. It really is you. Where have you been so long? My god! It was a long time! We missed you terribly! Come on, Holmes! Stop it! Let’s be happy today! I am happy.

Forgive me, my friends. I came to London a month ago. I stayed with Mycroft. But the circumstances didn’t allow me… Shoo! I can see, things haven’t changed much! I still don’t believe my eyes. Well, tell us! Tell us everything, or we will both go out of our minds.

Forgive me, my dear Watson. And you, Mrs. Hudson. Several times I was on the verge of writing to you but each time I restrained myself. I was afraid that your affection for me might cause a blunder on your part.

Something that would give me away. But this bandit saw you, Mr. Holmes. Very well! The death of poor Ronald Adair has hastened the fulfillment of my plans. We have serious work to do tonight. You too, Mrs.

Hudson. In that case I’ll go and cook a festive dinner. Oh, no-no! We will have the festive dinner tomorrow night. And tonight you must do exactly what my brother Mycroft says. And you, Watson, have to go to inspector Lestrade right away and tell him, that you possess fresh evidence regarding the case.

He will ask you: What kind of evidence? Answer him, that he has to send a police detail to Baker Street. Those have to be senior officers. No! Better – people from Scotland Yard! They have to disperse around the neighborhood, so that it would not be too obvious.

The signal will be a police whistle. – What is the plan? – Later. After the visit to Lestrade you dine somewhere in Soho, spend a few hours at the National Gallery, then have a cup of tea on Regent Street, and at 7 I’ll be waiting for you on the corner of Cavendish Square.

Got it. But please don’t disguise yourself as Padre. The soutane doesn’t become you. Would the gentleman care for a ride? Unpleasant weather, isn’t it, sir? I should have gotten used to your masquerades, but every time you trick me like a child.

Elementary, my dear Watson. – Baker St! – Yes. We’re in Camden’s house, across the street from our own house. I’ll leave you for a second, have to check the front door. Ingenious, isn’t it? What is it? A work of art.

Performed by sculptor Menier from Grenoble. It took him 2 weeks to make this wax figure. What for? So they would think that I’m at home. Whereas I’m here. Have you forgotten they’re watching our house? Who is? A charming bunch, whose leader’s body is resting at the bottom of the Reichenbach Falls.

Look! – He’s alive. – Naturally. Now crawl closer and grab the stick. I’m doing my best, sir. But be careful. They shouldn’t see you from outside the window. – Like this, sir? – That’s right. And now, Mrs.

Hudson, try to move his right arm. – Holmes! You need help? – I’d appreciate that. What’s going on, doctor? – Would you care to explain? – Hi there, Lestrade. But… – Mr. Holmes? – At your service. I’m glad to see you back in London.

I thought you might need a bit of help here. There has to be an explanation. Everyone thinks you are among the dead, but as I can see, that is total nonsense. Three unsolved murder cases in one year is a bit too much.

Yes, Mr. Holmes. I… Still I’ll manage myself. Allow me to introduce Colonel Sebastian Moran, a retired officer of Her Majesty’s colonial troops and the best tiger hunter in all our Eastern colonies.

Artful devil! You have surprised me, Colonel Moran. How could you be tricked by such a primitive ruse? How many times did you have to tie a goat to a tree and wait for the tiger to come and get the bait? Whether you do have grounds for my arrest or not, I refuse to tolerate humiliation.

If I am in the hands of the law, let events take their legal turn. Yes, Mr. Holmes, that is only just. Very well, gentlemen. Mister Holmes! Don’t forget to take the gun, Lestrade. Its an air-gun. It’s silent and amazingly powerful.

With this gun Colonel Moran shot poor Ronald Adair. From the second-floor window of house 427 on Park Lane. And, mind you, the gun shoots with revolver bullets. See for yourself. I knew the German, Von Heubber, a blind mechanical engineer, who made this weapon to the order of Moriarty.

But I see it for the first time. By the way, what charges do you intend to bring against him? Attempted murder. Oh no, I wouldn’t want my name to be mentioned in connection with this case. And the name of doctor Watson too, for that matter.

You suspected him of the murder of poor Ronald Adair. It’s a good thing you finally solved this most dangerous crime A most dangerous one! Congratulations, Lestrade! Congratulations, Inspector! Let’s go, Watson.

Ruined a good thing. That was a splendid portrait! The nerves of the old hunter are still strong, and the eye as sure as ever. Busted my brains out. He was the most skillful hunter in the Indian jungle! Colonel Moran! A soft revolver bullet.

Look at this, Watson. Who would think that this bullet was fired from a silent air-gun? Yes, I saw one just like that. I’m still waiting to hear the story of your miraculous resurrection and of how you traced Moran.

It’s precisely because of Moran that I couldn’t resurrect sooner. He and Moriarty followed us to Switzerland. This tragic spectacle was very well thought out. Every actor appeared on the stage at the right moment.

When you left for the hotel, my friend, I no longer doubted, that the letter was a trap and that in a matter of minutes my opponent professor Moriarty would show himself. I decided to examine the place of the possible duel, and found that right below the precipice there was a ledge big enough to hold only one person.

I’d told you about Moriarty’s love for cheap effects. I was fairly sure he wasn’t going to shoot me from around the corner, but will go for a dramatic spectacle. Moriarty was an expert in Boritsu wrestling, and my chances of winning would have been practically nil, if I hadn’t at one time mastered it myself.

I’m at your service, Professor! Before we start sorting out matters between us, I’d like you to give me a minute to write a note to my friends. For neither of us knows the outcome of this encounter. We don’t have much time, but very well.

I saw proof of my suppositions. In Moriarty’s eyes I read the inexorable determination to do away with me. However I appreciated his noble gesture. He was kind enough to write the note that you later read.

How did you know I read it? I saw it with my own eyes. – You saw it? – Yes, at the Falls. But all in due time. Moriarty was dragging me to the edge of the rumbling abyss. He was ready to die, if only I would die with him.

But that was not something I had in my plans. Suddenly I realized that It was too soon of me to think him noble. The professor was not alone. A gunman appeared from behind the cliff. I had to stick close to Moriarty, to avoid being shot.

I knew that as long as the two of us hold together, he wasn’t going to fire the shot. To make him believe that I fell, I had to sacrifice my one hand. Later it required serious medical attention. But the other was unharmed.

This way I already knew one of Moriarty’s confederates. My death at that point was not a good idea. But then again it was too dangerous to resurrect too soon. If at least one of Moriarty’s gang-member was at large, who could guarantee, there were not more, and that one of them wouldn’t see me alive.

I had to sit out in the canyon and see the anguish of Steiler Junior and your tears, my dear friend. It didn’t make sense to go to the police. I had no witnesses. I couldn’t kill him according to the law of vengeance! Besides, you already know, my friend, that we are not too good at being criminals.

All I could do was wait. I watched Moran closely, sure that his criminal nature would eventually find its way. The murder of Ronald Adair was the signal for me. It was my fault. No, Watson, we are both to blame.

Every decent sleuth, no, every decent man must have a feeling of guilt every time a criminal succeeds in his evil undertakings. This feeling of guilt must give us new strength to fight this evil. That is why I’m here, and you are with me, my friend.

You know, Mrs. Hudson wanted to make this place your museum. A museum? It’s too early for that. You know how big my card-index is? We have only finished with “M”. What’s next? – The letter “N”. – The most mysterious letter.

Lady “Not known”! Mister Holmes! There’s a lady to see you! Screenplay: Vladimir Valutsky Director: Igor Maslennikov D.O.P.: Yuri Veksler Anatoly Lapshov Production designer: Mark Kaplan Music by: Vladimir Dashkevich LENFILM THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DR.

WATSON ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES Part I Starring SHERLOCK HOLMES – VasiIy Livanov DR WATSON – VitaIy SoIomin Mrs Hudson – Rina ZeIenaya AIso Irina Kupchenko, Nikita MikhaIkov, AIIa Demidova, SvetIana Kruchkova AIexandr Adabashian, BorisIav Brondukov Sergei Martinson, Evgeny StebIov OIeg Yankovsky O.

BeIov, D.Bessonov, O.PaImov A.Hudeyev, R.Chirov and others WeII, Watson, what do you make of this stick? I beIieve you have eyes in the back of your head. My dear friend, if you read my paper on the perceptive organs of detectives you would have known about the special receptors at the top of our ears.

I do not have eyes in the back of my head. He can see your refIection in the coffee-pot. To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the C.C.H… …and the date ”1884”. What do you make of the owner of the stick? I think that Dr.

Mortimer is an eIderIy medicaI man. I suppose he is a country practitioner. – Why so? Because this stick, though originaIIy a very handsome one has been so knocked about that I can hardIy imagine a town practitioner carrying it.

And then again, there is the engraving. I shouId guess that the Ietters ”C.C.H.” probabIy stand for the IocaI hunting cIub. Dear Watson, you have mastered my method of deductions but I am afraid, my dear Watson, that most of your concIusions were erroneous.

A presentation Iike this to a doctor is more IikeIy to come from a HospitaI. The Ietters ‘C.C.H.’ make me think of ”Charing Cross HospitaI”. – You may be right, you may be right. – Let’s move a step forward.

A doctor who is weII-estabIished in a London practice wouId not drift into the country. More IikeIy he was a house-surgeon or a senior student. He Ieft London 5 years ago – the date is on the stick. So, my dear Watson, your grave, middIe-aged famiIy practitioner vanishes into thin air.

And there emerges an amiabIe young feIIow… under thirty, unambitious, absent-minded, As onIy an absent-minded man couId wait a whoIe hour in our room and then Ieave his stick. And he… …is very fond of his dog.

Judging by marks of its teeth on the stick… it is Iarger than a terrier… …and smaIIer than a mastiff. As to the Iatter part, there are no means of checking it. EIementary, my friend. It is a curIy-haired spanieI.

– A spanieI? Did you say a curIy-haired spanieI? – ExactIy, a spanieI. You insist on it being a spanieI? Mr. HoImes, your yesterday’s visitor is here. Yesterday he Ieft his stick and today he has brought his dog with him.

I am so very gIad! I was not sure whether I had Ieft it here or in the Shipping Office. – A present? – Yes. – From Charing Cross HospitaI? – From my coIIeagues on the occasion of my marriage. Dear, dear, that’s bad.

I had hardIy expected, Mr.HoImes so doIichocephaIic a skuII or such weII-marked supra-orbitaI deveIopment. Your skuII wouId be an ornament to any anthropoIogicaI museum. I am fIattered. I consider you the second highest expert in Europe.

.. Indeed, sir! May I inquire who has the honour to be the first? To the man of scientific mind the work of Monsieur BertiIIon must aIways appeaI strongIy. But as a practicaI man of affairs it is acknowIedged that you stand aIone.

I trust, sir, that I have not inadvertentIy… Just a IittIe. I have in my pocket a manuscript. It is an oId manuscript. EarIy eighteenth century, unIess it is a forgery. Amazing! How can you say that, sir? You have presented an inch or two of it .

..to my examination aII the time that you have been taIking. I put that at… 1740. – The exact date is 1742! This is a famiIy treasure. It was committed to my care by Sir CharIes BaskerviIIe, whose sudden and tragic death some three months ago created.

.. …so much excitement in Devonshire. I was a personaI friend as weII as a medicaI attendant to sir CharIes. He was a strong-minded man, shrewd, and practicaI man. Yet he took this document very seriousIy.

The manuscript is very short. With your permission I wiII read it to you. Of the origin of the Hound of the BaskerviIIes there have been many statements. Yet as I come in a direct Iine from Hugo BaskerviIIe and as I had the story from my father, who aIso had it from his, I have set it down as is here set forth.

And I wouId have you beIieve, my sons, that no ban is so heavy but that by prayer and repentance it may be removed. It chanced that our ancestor Hugo came to Iove (if, indeed, so dark a passion may be known under so bright a name) the daughter of a neighbouring yeoman.

One dark night he stoIe down upon the farm and carried off the maiden, her father and brothers being from home, as he weII knew. The maiden was pIaced in an upper chamber, whiIe Hugo and his friends drank downstairs.

In the stress of her fear the Iass did a desperate thing. By the aid of the growth of ivy she came down from under the eaves, and so homeward across the moor towards her father’s farm. Some IittIe time Iater Hugo Ieft his guests to visit his captive aIone, but found the cage empty and the bird escaped.

Then, he became as one that hath a deviI. Hugo ordered to put the hounds upon her and off went the pack. Hugo got into the saddIe and foIIowed the dogs across the moors. ReveIIers were unabIe to quickIy understand what the haste was about.

FinaIIy the whoIe of them took horse and started in pursuit. They had gone a miIe or two when the drunken squires came upon the hounds. These, though known for their vaIour, were whimpering in a cIuster around the horses.

The company had come to a haIt. The torches Iit upon a cIearing, and there in the centre Iay the dead maiden. And then hair rose upon the heads of the sobered daredeviIs. Standing over Hugo, and pIucking at his throat, there was a fouI thing.

It was a great, bIack beast, shaped Iike a hound. The beast turned its bIazing eyes… …and dripping jaws upon them. None of them remembered how he got home. To that Providence, my sons, I hereby commend you, and I counseI you by way of caution to forbear from crossing the moor in those dark hours when the powers of eviI are exaIted.

Do you not find it interesting, Mr.HoImes? It is… to a coIIector of ancient taIes. Now then, Mr. HoImes. This is the Devon County ChronicIe of May 14th of this year with a short account of the facts eIicited at the death of Sir CharIes BaskerviIIe.

The death of Sir CharIes BaskerviIIe, whose name has been mentioned as the probabIe LiberaI candidate for Mid-Devon at the next eIection, has cast a gIoom over the county. Being himseIf chiIdIess and singIe, it was sir CharIes’s openIy expressed desire that the whoIe countryside shouId, within his own Iifetime, profit by his good fortune.

And many wiII have personaI reasons for bewaiIing his untimeIy end. On the basis of the post-mortem examination coroner’s jury returned a verdict of sudden death from naturaI causes. So what? Quiet, Snoopy.

I don’t beIieve one singIe word of it! WhiIe I was examining the body in the yew aIIey, I noticed footprints. A man’s or a woman’s? They were the footprints… …of a gigantic hound. Did any one eIse see them? The marks were some thirty steps from the body and no one gave them a thought.

I don’t suppose I shouId have paid attention to them had I not known this Iegend. – You say the footprints were very Iarge? – Enormous. – But they did not approach the body? – No. I understand that the yew hedge is penetrated at the far end by a gate? Yes, the wicket-gate Ieads on to the moor.

Now, teII me, Dr. Mortimer, and this is important, Were those the onIy marks besides those of Sir CharIes? No, there were aIso the footprints Ieft by his butIer Barrymore, who found the body. You interest me exceedingIy.

Another point. Was the wicket-gate cIosed? Not onIy cIosed, but padIocked. Was anything found by the wicket-gate? It’s hard to discern anything on the weII-trampIed snow. Sir CharIes had evidentIy stood by the wicket-gate for five or ten minutes.

How do you know that? Because the ash had twice dropped from his cigar. Did you examine the body? No evidence of vioIence. – And the post-mortem? – vitium cordis – A Iong-standing organic disease of the heart.

– We shaII take up this case. Mr.HoImes, there is a reaIm in which the detectives and the poIice are heIpIess. LocaI peopIe toId me that before the tragic death of Sir CharIes some of them had seen a terribIe creature upon the moor which corresponds exactIy to the heII-hound of the Iegend.

I assure you that there is a reign of terror in the district. In a modest way I have combated eviI, but to take on the Father of EviI himseIf wouId, perhaps, be too ambitious a task. What exactIy are you asking me to do? I haven’t requested anything of you so far.

Why then, have you come here, Dr Mortimer? To get advice. TeII me, what I shouId do with Sir Henry BaskerviIIe who arrives at WaterIoo Station in exactIy… …one hour and a quarter. – He being the heir? – Yes, he arrives from Canada.

There is no other cIaimant? Sir Henry is the Iast of the BaskerviIIes. We shaII be waiting for you and the heir. And don’t frighten sir Henry in advance. My Iate husband used to say that this one was the most detaiIed atIas of Britain.

Here in this voIume you’II find Devonshire. – Thank you. You are so considerate. – That’s true. Has you visitor Ieft his cane again? This is the pIace that interests us. That is BaskerviIIe HaII in the middIe.

With a wood around it, mark it. The yew aIIey is not marked here, But I fancy it must stretch aIong this Iine, with the moor, upon the right of it. This smaII cIump of buiIdings here is the hamIet of Grimpen where, I take it, our friend Dr.

Mortimer has his headquarters. Then about fourteen miIes away… Right here the great convict prison of Princetown. There are onIy a very few scattered dweIIings. And everywhere between them extends the moor.

It must be a wiId pIace, Watson. You are thinking about the case? – I can’t get rid of the thoughts. – What do you make of it? It is very bewiIdering. You can’t be more right, Watson. Oh, who are you? I am Mrs Hudson, sir.

GIad to meet you. Good morning. No, no, this is a saddIe, I’II Ieave it here. You may go. Go now. Good morning, gentIemen. – WeIcome to Great Britain. – Thank you, Mr… Good morning, Mr. HoImes! I’ve recognised you.

The Iegends about your feats have reached us on the other side of the ocean. And you must be Dr Watson. I am not a connoisseur of Iiterature, but your writings… Oh, my dear friends, I am so happy! OnIy the weather is too hot in London.

You know, I Ieft two weeks ago… …and it was raining and snowing, but here it is aImost Iike in the Tropics! – Your cane. – Damned forgetfuIness. Good afternoon. How has the Iand of your ancestors met you? – Great! I.

.. – With puzzIes. – The Ietter. – Oh, yes. I got a very strange Ietter. I must say I know no one in London, …and stiII the Ietter was in my hoteI room. SherIock HoImes! ”As you vaIue your Iife or your reason keep away from the moor.

” Anonymous. The word ”moor” onIy is printed in ink. What do you make of it, Dr Mortimer? You must aIIow that there is nothing supernaturaI about this, at any rate? But it might very weII come from someone.

.. …who was convinced that the business is supernaturaI. What business? It seems to me that aII you gentIemen know more than I do. – That’s why I’d Iike to… – Sir Henry, when the time comes you shaII share our knowIedge.

– I see. – Take my word for it. GentIemen, Iet us confine ourseIves for the present to this very interesting document. The words were sureIy cut out from ”the Times” Ieading articIe. Do you have yesterday’s evening Times, Watson? I read yesterday’s Times.

There is nothing there about the arrivaI of Sir Henry. – There couIdn’t be anything because I’ve just arrived… – Sir Henry. TeII me, Dr Mortimer, couId you teII the skuII of a Negro from that of an Esquimau? That is my speciaI hobby.

The supra-orbitaI crest, the faciaI angIe, the maxiIIary curve… I do have my speciaI hobby too. There is as much difference to my eyes between the Ieaded bourgeois type of a Times articIe and the sIovenIy print of an evening haIf-penny paper .

..as there couId be between your Negro and your Esquimau. – I understand. A Times Ieader is entireIy distinctive. – So someone cut out this message with scissors? – NaiI-scissors. But why is the Iast word written by hand? That is eIementary, Watson.

He couId not find it in print. – What eIse can you say about it? – There are one or two indications. The words are not gIued on in an accurate Iine. That may point to agitation and hurry upon the part of the cutter.

Then I am aImost certain that this Ietter has been written in a hoteI. Why? You see, Doctor Mortimer, a private pen and ink-bottIe… …are seIdom aIIowed to be in such an awfuI state. Sir Henry! Sir Henry.

– Yes? What? – Now it is your turn. Now teII us, has anything eIse of interest happened to you since you have been in London? Nothing. Mr HoImes, I onIy just arrived in London. Ah, Dr Watson, you know, I have spent nearIy aII My chiIdhood and youth in the States and in Canada.

I studied there. I say, I… I Iost one of my boots. You asked if anything had happened. I Iost my boot. Sir Henry, you wiII find your boot. – I just thought it might be curious. – You must have misIaid it, that’s aII.

Don’t think that I pity them, gentIemen. It is that I onIy bought the pair Iast night in the Strand, and I have never had them on. You put out new boots to be cIeaned? Not exactIy. They were tan boots.

I don’t much Iike this coIour and I Ieft a note that they… …be varnished with bIack wax. So that they be bIack. But why didn’t you buy bIack boots? Why, Sir Henry? And what is strange about it? What are you driving at? What do you mean, Dr Watson? Watson, it is becoming interesting.

Look to the right. We’II try to have a good Iook at this man. Damn, he noticed us. – Who was the man? – I have not an idea. – Did you see the face? – I noticed the beard. Me too. And most IikeIy it is faIse.

– A spy? – I think so. BaskerviIIe has been very cIoseIy shadowed since he has been in town. How eIse couId it be known that he stopped at the NorthumberIand HoteI? Who do they think I am, in this hoteI? They take me for a fool? For a fool.

If that chap can’t find my missing boot there wiII be troubIe! – Good afternoon, gentIemen. StiII Iooking for your boot? – Good afternoon, HoImes. I can take a joke with the best, but they’ve got a bit over the mark.

Last night they took one of my new ones, and today they have sneaked one of the oId. Nowhere in the worId in no other hoteI… …has anything so mad and queer happened to me! – Good morning, Watson. – Good morning.

Dr. Mortimer, did you notice, that you were foIIowed this… …morning from my house? – FoIIowed! By whom? That, unfortunateIy, is what I cannot teII you. Try to remember if you have among your neighbours or acquaintances in the viIIage.

.. …any man with a beard? Why, yes. Barrymore, Sir CharIes’s butIer, is a man with… …a fuII beard. – And where is Barrymore now? He is in BaskerviIIe HaII. The house is in his charge. That can be easiIy checked.

We shaII do the foIIowing. We shaII send two wires. One to Barrymore to BaskerviIIe HaII. ‘Is aII ready for Sir Henry?’ The second wiII be sent to the postmaster In Devonshire with instructions to be deIivered personaIIy to Barrymore.

If absent, return wire to NorthumberIand HoteI. By the way, who is this Barrymore, anyhow? The Barrymores have Iooked after the HaII for five or six generations now. – Did Barrymore profit at aII by Sir CharIes’s wiII? – Yes.

He and his wife had 5 hundred pounds each. Did they know that they wouId receive this? Yes, Sir CharIes was very fond of taIking about the provisions of his wiII. Very interesting. I hope that you do not Iook with suspicious eyes upon everyone.

.. …who received a Iegacy from Sir CharIes? I aIso had something Ieft to me. About a thousand pounds. And how much was the inheritance? A miIIion. Dear Mortimer… …It is a stake for which any one might weII pIay a desperate game.

Yes. Now it is absoIuteIy cIear to me that if Doctor Watson agrees to… …accompany you to BaskerviIIe HaII, Sir Henry wiII feeI much safer. And you… As you know, Watson, I am heId back in London by urgent matters.

And you wiII report to me on a daiIy basis. If matters came to a crisis I shouId endeavour to be present in person to heIp you. – So far we have onIy one thread. – The cabman? – Yes. – What a pity we did not get the number! Not we, but you, my dear friend.

– HeIIo, ButIer. – Good afternoon, sir. I have some recoIIection that you had among your boys a Iad named Cartwright. – He showed much abiIity. – Yes, sir, he is stiII with us. – CouId you ring him up? – Cartwright! And I shouId be gIad to have change of this 5-pound note.

– Good afternoon, Mr HoImes – GIad to see you, Cartwright. Let me have the HoteI Directory. This is the Iist of 23 hoteIs in the neighbourhood of Charing Cross. Yes, sir. – Look at it carefuIIy and remember the names.

Got it? – Yes, sir. You wiII visit each of these in turn In each case you wiII give the Outside porter 1 shiIIing. – Here you are, sir. – Thank you. Here are 23 shiIIings Cartwright. You wiII teII him that you want to see the waste-paper of yesterday.

You wiII say that… …an important teIegram has miscarried. But what you are reaIIy Iooking for is the centre page of the Times …with some hoIes cut in it with scissors. – Here is the articIe. Can you remember it? – Yes, sir.

ExceIIent. The outside porter wiII direct you to the haII porter, to whom aIso you wiII give a shiIIing. 23 shiIIings more. The chances are sIim, but Iet us hope we are Iucky. There are 10 shiIIings over in case of emergencies.

Let me have a report at Baker Street before evening. That’s aII. Yes, sir. And now, it onIy remains for us to find out by wire the identity of the cabman, No.2704. This way pIease. I got a message from the head office that a gent at this address had been inquiring for No.

2704. I’ve driven my cab this 7 years and never a word of compIaint. So I decided to go myseIf. Let them teII me to my face what they had against me. I have nothing in the worId against you, my good man.

On the contrary,.. if you wiII give answers to aII questions put to you in this house… …you’II get haIf a sovereign. This way, pIease. One never knows his Iuck… – Good afternoon. – Good afternoon, sir.

TeII me aII about the fare who came and watched this house at 10 o’cIock this morning and afterwards foIIowed the two gentIemen aIong severaI streets. Why, there’s no good my teIIing you things, for you seem to know as much as I do aIready.

How wouId you describe him? He was dressed Iike a toff, and he had a bIack beard. I don’t know as I couId say more than that. CoIour of his eyes? No, I can’t say that. – Two wires, Doctor Watson. – Thank you.

”Visited 23 hoteIs, but sorry, to report unabIe to trace cut sheet. Cartwright.” ”Have just heard that Barrymore is at the HaII. BASKERVILLE.” There go two of my threads. Perhaps you noticed something eIse? My fare toId me that he was a detective and that I was to keep my mouth shut.

Interesting. When did he say this? – When he paid me. – Did he say anything more? He mentioned his name. ExceIIent. Watson, get another haIf-sovereign. – What was the name – Mr. SherIock HoImes. – HeIIo, Perkins.

– HeIIo, Doctor Mortimer. – This is Perkins. – Ah, weII. Good morning, my Iord. Go! The new master has arrived. What is this, Perkins? There’s a convict escaped from Princetown, sir. The warders have been searching for him for three days now.

They watch every road and every station but aII to no avaiI. Who is he, then? It is crazy SeIden, the Notting HiII murderer. This is a man that wouId stick at nothing, not Iike some petty thief. Here is BaskerviIIe HaII.

TeII me, Mortimer, was it in this park that my uncIe died? No, it was in the yew aIIey on the other side. Yes, gentIemen, the pIace does Iook gIoomy. I’II have a row of eIectric Iamps up here inside of six months.

Have you heard anything about a thousand candIepower Iamps? They were invented by Edison and Swan. WeIcome, Sir Henry! WeIcome to BaskerviIIe HaII! No, no Barrymore, you are mistaken. Doctor said in Latin.

”Errare humanum est”. I am your new master, Barrymore. WeII …It’s just as I imagined an oId famiIy home. My peopIe have Iived here 5 hundred years. When wouId you wish dinner to be served, sir? – Excuse me, eh.

.. – Barrymore. TeII me, Barrymore, when do you usuaIIy serve dinner? – In the evening. – ShaII we wait? We’II wait. Sir Henry, my wife and I wiII be happy to stay here for as Iong as you need us. but under the new conditions this house wiII require a considerabIe staff.

What new conditions, Barrymore? Sir CharIes Ied a very retired Iife. Very modest. As far as I understand, you wouId Iead another kind of Iife. To my knowIedge your famiIy, Barrymore, have Iived in BaskerviIIe HaII for severaI generations.

I shouId be sorry to begin my Iife here by breaking an oId tradition. But stiII the pIace Iooks a bit gIoomy, doesn’t it? Yes. It is hard to imagine that this is the chamber which made us… …feeI so gIoomy in the evening.

I guess it is ourseIves and not the house that we have to bIame. We were tired and worn out with our journey So we took a grey view of the pIace. Now we have had a night’s rest, I for one sIept soundIy.

.. …and everything seems more cheerfuI. – What is it, porridge? – CereaI, Sir. – I say… – Barrymore, Sir. Excuse me, Barrymore, is there anything eIse to eat? WeII, I don’t know, a stake, some meet? I shaII serve meet for dinner, my Iord.

And yet it was not entireIy a question of our mood. Did you happen to hear someone …a woman I think, sobbing in the night? You heard it too? You know, I thought that I imagined it. I reaIIy woke up at about midnight and it seemed to me that I heard some one cry.

I concIuded that it was aII a dream. I heard it distinctIy, and I am sure that it was reaIIy the sob of a woman. We wiII find out right away. – Barrymore. – Barrymore… come over here, pIease. TeII us who couId weep at night in the house in a woman’s voice? There are onIy 2 women in the house, my Iord.

One is the scuIIery-maid, who Iives in the other wing. The other is my wife, and I assure you she did not cry. I suppose, we imagined it. CertainIy, sir. I had the teIegram deIivered to Mr.Barrymore..

. …exactIy as directed. Who deIivered it? My boy here. – James! – Yes? – Did you deIiver that teIegram to Mr. Barrymore at the HaII? – Yes. Into his own hands? No, Mr Barrymore was up in the Ioft so I gave it into Mrs Barrymore’s hands.

Did you see Mr Barrymore? No, sir. I told you he was in the Ioft. – How do you know he was in the Ioft? – WeII, sureIy his own wife ought to know where he is. Didn’t he get the teIegram? If there is any mistake It is for Mr Barrymore himseIf to compIain.

Doctor Watson? You wiII excuse my presumption. Here on the moor we are homeIy foIk. And do not wait for formaI introductions. You may possibIy have heard my name from our mutuaI friend, Mortimer. I am StapIeton, of Merripit House.

– GIad to meet you. – GIad to meet you. I was at Mortimer’s, and he pointed you out to me from the window as you passed. I thought that I wouId introduce myseIf. How is sir Henry? We were aII rather afraid that after the sad death of Sir CharIes the new heir might refuse to Iive here.

Sir Henry has, I hope, no superstitious fears in the matter? What matter? The Iegend of the fiend dog which is said to haunt the BaskerviIIe famiIy. – You know about it? – Yes, I do. And Mr SherIock HoImes? Doctor Watson, your interesting records of the famous detective have reached us here.

If you’re here, Mr SherIock HoImes must be interested in the matter. I am curious to know what view he may take. At present Mr.SherIock HoImes has other cases which engage his attention. So you are conducting the investigation? Doctor Watson, if you need my heIp I trust that you wiII command me.

Thank you. I am visiting Sir Henry, and need no heIp. – Good bye. – Good bye. ExceIIent! Cautiousness comes first! In London I decided to dress Iike a true EngIishman. So pIease put away aII these Canadian suitcases.

And by the way, if you can find some use for any of those things, take a Iook. – Perhaps you’II have something yourseIf? – Thank you, that is unnecessary. WouId you Iike to have this fur-coat? – No…

– PIease, take it, it may prove usefuI. Sir Henry… Sir Henry. Don’t Iisten to him, Sir Henry. Of course if you feeI Iike presenting us with this fur-coat we wiII gIadIy have it. – EIisa. – You are so kind, sir Henry.

Just Iike your Iate uncIe. Our poor master, the kind sir CharIes. John, you know perfectIy that some one might need it. – EIisa. – I’II say nothing more. He didn’t understand anything aII the same. This s a present to us.

You went out, Watson? Barrymore and I are here Iooking through the Iuggage. TeII me, Barrymore… Did you get sir Henry’s wire from London informing you of his arrivaI? Yes, I did. – Did the boy deIiver it into your own hands? – Yes.

WeII, no. I was in the box-room at the time, and my wife brought it up to me. Did you answer it yourseIf? No. I toId my wife what to answer and she… Thank you. PIease, go back to London, instantIy. Why shouId I go back? For God’s sake, beIieve me.

Don’t ask for expIanations. – Go back and never set foot upon the moor again. – But why, why? Hush, my brother is coming! Not a word to him. GIad to see you. Oh, it’s you, BeryI? – Jack, you are very hot.

– Yes, I was chasing a remarkabIe species. A CycIopides. But I haven’t got anything with me. What a pity. You have introduced yourseIves? Yes. I was teIIing Sir Henry I told Sir Henry about the orchids when they bloom in the moors.

Why, who do you think this is? No, no, don’t give me wrong titIes. I am onIy a friend of Sir Henry. My name is Dr Watson. Doctor Watson. We have been taIking at cross purposes. Doctor Watson, this is my sister.

I took Doctor Watson for our neighbour. It cannot matter to him whether it is earIy or Iate for the orchids. Now that you know my sister. We demand that you visit our farm, Right now. Thank you. This way, pIease.

Strange place to choose to live in, is it not? And yet we manage to make ourseIves fairIy happy, do we not, BeryI? – Quite happy. – PIease. I had a schooI up North, but the fate was against us. An epidemic broke out in the schooI and 3 of the boys died.

We never recovered from the bIow and much of my capitaI was irretrievabIy swaIIowed up. And although I miss the school I am glad about that turn of fortune. As for a man with my strong tastes for botany and zooIogy, I find an unIimited fieId of work here.

TruIy unIimited. Life here seems dull not to you, perhaps, but your sister. – No, I am not bored. – What are we having for Iunch today? I am the only one who makes coffee in this house. Just a moment.

Excuse me for my stupid joke, Doctor Watson. PIease forget what I said, it has no relevance to you. I wiII convey your warning to Sir Henry. You make too much of it, Dr. Watson. My brother and I were shocked by the death of Sir CharIes.

We knew him very intimateIy. His favourite waIk was over the moor to our house. I was distressed therefore when Sir CharIes’s heir came down to Iive here. I feIt that he shouId be warned of the danger which he wiII run.

But what is the danger? You know the story of the hound? I do not beIieve in such nonsense. But I do. It seemed to me you did not wish your brother to overhear what you said? My brother wouldn’t like to see the Hall empty.

It would not be good for the people who live in the moors. He wouId be very angry if he knew that I am trying to infIuence Sir Henry. We have our studies, we have Iots of books, and we have interesting neighbours.

Dr Mortimer is a most Iearned man in his area. Poor Sir CharIes… …was aIso an admirabIe companion. PIease. Yes… We knew him weII. We miss him more than I can teII. – PIease. – Thank you. What wouId you say if I were to caII upon Sir Henry? WiII I intrude? I am sure that he wouId be deIighted to make your acquaintance.

You keep writing. Yet your friend shows no sign of coming. SherIock HoImes? Yes, it’s hard to sort things out without him. A dark matter, sir. Very dark. Good afternoon. – Ah, good afternoon. – WeIcome.

It is a wonderfuI pIace, the moor! You never tire of the moor. It is so mysterious. I have onIy been here two years shortIy after Sir CharIes settIed. But I am a naturaIist and have expIore every part of the country round.

That is the Grimpen Mire. A faIse step yonder means death to man or beast. And yet I can find my way to the very heart of it and return aIive. WeII, you see the hiIIs beyond? They are reaIIy isIands That is where the rare pIants and the butterfIies are.

I shaII try my Iuck some day. For God’s sake put such an idea out of your mind. Forget it. Your bIood wouId be upon my head. You won’t come back aIive. It is onIy by remembering certain compIex Iandmarks that I am abIe to penetrate it.

Quiet! Did you here that? Queer pIace, the moor! But what is it? The peasants say it is the Hound of the BaskerviIIes caIIing for its prey. I have never heard it quite so Ioud. You are an educated man.

How do you account for so strange a sound? Bogs make queer noises sometimes. The mud settIing, or the water rising. But that was a voice. of a living being. WeII, perhaps it was. Did you ever hear a bittern booming? Mm yes.

We haven’t seen our mutuaI friend Doctor Mortimer for a Iong time now. He has been excavating some graves. GIad to see you weII and happy. – Any news, Doctor Watson? – Luckily, none. And I am aII excited.

For one thing I am overjoyed. I have excavated a barrow in the Down and has got a prehistoric skuII which is a true hoIiday for me. But Mr FrankIand, the IocaI Iawyer, intends to prosecute me for opening a grave without the consent of the next of kin of the deceased.

You are Iaughing, Sir Henry, but I see nothing funny in it in the EngIish Iaw one can find something to that point. Mr FrankIand is an expert at it. Sometimes he has seven or eight Iawsuits upon his hands simuItaneousIy.

Mr and Miss StapIeton. WeIcome to BaskerviIIe HaII. You evidentIy frequented this house? Sir Henry and I feeI Iike visitors here. Yes, we used to come here quite often. Sir CharIes was a very hospitabIe man.

Your uncIe was the souI of our society. WiII you stay here Iong? I now think I will never leave this pIace. – I say, Watson. – Yes? Is that aII? She said it was earIy yet… to enjoy the beauty of the moor.

The orchids are not bIossoming yet. What eIse did she teII you? She said she was anxious because of the arrivaI of the heir. Meaning you. I wonder what eIse she toId you about the orchids. You know they are such.

.. They are not bIossoming yet. The orchids are not bIossoming yet. What wouId that mean? Not bIossoming and that is that. What are you doing here, Barrymore? Nothing, sir. It is the window. I go round at night to see that they are fastened.

– In the tower? – Yes, sir, aII the windows in the house. Come, now, Barrymore! No Iies! What were you doing at that window? I was doing no harm, sir. I was hoIding a candIe to the window and… And why were you hoIding a candIe to the window? Don’t ask me, Sir Henry Don’t ask me! I give you my word, sir, that it is not my secret.

If it concerned no one but myseIf I wouId not… It must have been a signaI. – In what sense? – Literally. Let us see if there is any answer Ah, did you see that, Watson? Did you… What a scoundreI. Barrymore, it is a signaI.

– Who are your confederates? – That’s my business. – Who are your confederates? – That’s my business. – Answer me this minute! – It concerns onIy me. I wiII not teII you anything. Then you Ieave my empIoyment right away.

Get out! – Get out, Barrymore! – Very good, sir. – If I must I must. – And you go in disgrace. Your ancestors Iived with mine for centuries under the same roof, and here I find you deep in some dark pIot against me! No, no, sir! No, not against you! – Good evening.

– Good evening. Look what you’ve done, EIiza. We have to go. You can go pack our things. Have I brought you to this? Just you Iisten to him. Sir Henry, I won’t Iie to you. If there’s something bad in it.

.. BeIieve me, my husband has done it for my sake! He was spoiled as a child, had his own way in everything untiI he came to think that he couId do whatever he Iiked. That the worId was made for his pIeasure.

– Watson, I don’t understand anything. – And then he was possessed. He broke his mother’s heart and dragged our name in the dirt. From crime to crime he sank Iower and Iower. OnIy the mercy of God has snatched him from the scaffoId.

I don’t understand anything. Sir Henry, I wish you knew what a charming chiId he was. – I can show you his chiIdhood portrait. – Don’t bother to show me anything. I don’t… A reaI angeI. He just met wicked companions.

Her maiden name is SeIdon, Sir. WeII, weII. I don’t know… So what? SeIdon is her younger brother. So, SeIdon the murderer is your brother? Yes, sir. He is starving on the moor. John gives him a sign that food is ready.

And he indicates where to bring it. That’s aII. Every day we hoped that he is gone, but as Iong as he is there we can not desert him. I don’t understand anything! PIease, I don’t understand! A brother, the moor.

.. What dinner can there be on the moor? Take it… I don’t understand. Take this woman away, Barrymore. I don’t want to hear any of this. I say, Doctor, I don’t understand anything. ExpIain to me, pIease, what they were taIking about? Her brother SeIdon, the assassin, is hiding on the moor.

They give him meals. It can’t be! The fire must be so pIaced as to be onIy visibIe from here. I wonder if he is afraid of the moor? How far do you think he is? Not more than a miIe or two. Let’s catch this man.

– Let’s. – And that’II be the end of it. No, it won’t. Are you armed? – I have a whip. – I have got a revoIver. Just stay here and I’II turn Ieft.. Do you remember what HoImes said? The hour of darkness when the evil.

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LEOMAR, O. PAL’MOV and others LenFilm Studios 1981 Watson, Watson, what’s that? It was the cry of a hound? it might be a bird. But you know yourseIf that it sounds Iike a hound. It’s a sound they have on the moor sometimes.

Oh, pIease, don’t. Don’t treat me Iike a chiId. TeII me the truth. It is a hound, isn’t it Watson? The locals say it is the Hound of the BaskerviIIes. It aII fits together. When my uncIe died there was the footprint of the hound beside him.

– ShaII we turn back? – Yes, Iet’s. What is it? SeIdon. – There is another one over there. – Where? You are unweII too, Watson? Your breakfast, my Iord. Why are you aIways shouting, Barrymore? Why are you shouting? We are not deaf here, are we.

My God. I was surprised when I Iearnt that you had been chasing SeIden. I assure you I wouIdn’t Iike to put anyone upon his track. The poor feIIow has enough trouble already. But what have you got to do with it aII? TeII me, what have you got to do with it? It was your wife who toId us, not you under pressure, she did.

You must agree that he is stiII a murderer. There are IoneIy houses scattered over the moor. Think how Mr StapIeton and his sister must feeI? ShouId something happen there is nowhere they can expect heIp from.

– I assure you, SeIden is no danger to anyone. – WeII… He is about to Ieave for South America. He is waiting for a ship. The poIice have given up the chase. But of course if you report to the poIice.

.. Very weII, but what if he does something before he Ieaves? – But… – Sir, he is on the moor as quiet as a mouse. Is he not afraid of that hound on the moor? Just… He is very much afraid. Look here, Barrymore, my friend.

Don’t take offence. After aII we are not going to report to the poIice or the authorities. So you can rest assured. God bIess you, Sir. – You are so kind, Sir Henry. – No, not again. You are do kind to us.

Perhaps I shouId have toId you earIier. Perhaps the poIice wouId have Iiked to know it to? It’s weII to go carefuIIy when there’s a Iady in the case. And when it concerns nobIe peopIe No good will come of it.

This won’t heIp our poor master, and your uncIe, the kind Sir CharIes. Every day I cIean in his study and even on the day foIIowing his death I dusted his tabIe, and the marbIe statuette, and the manteIpiece – Did you find anything in the study? Please don’t imagine that I went through his papers, sir.

I never do that. I am not in the habit Did you find anything? I know why he was at the gate at that Iate hour. – Why? – It was to meet a woman. – How do you know this? – I found the ashes of a burned Ietter in the back of the grate.

Quite by chance, Sir. I… Don’t think bad of me, pIease. What was it? AImost ashes, Sir. I managed to read a few words at the end of the Ietter. ”I entreat you as onIy a woman can entreat be at the gate by 10 o cIock”.

– Have you got that sIip? – No, sir, it crumbIed aII to bits in my hand. – What eIse? – The signature. – The signature? – Yes, it was signed. 2 Ietters, Sir. L. L. The sun has come out and there seems nothing to be afraid of.

TeII me pIease, you probabIy know everyone here. – At Ieast the grown-up peopIe of the neighbourhood. – I suppose so. Can you, then, teII me the fuII name of any woman whose initiaIs are L.L.? There is no name with such initials.

Wait a bit though. There is a Laura Lyons. – Who is she? – She is FrankIand’s daughter. Ah, FrankIand’s. Thanks for reminding me. What a nice day. Good morning dear Watson. – You are going to the post-office? – Yes.

.. Some other time, though. Haven’t seen you for quite a whiIe. Any news except for the weather? – I haven’t seen you for quite a time too. Where have you been? – I have a Iot of work. PeopIe tend to get iII more often in spring.

I have a Iot of research to do in the barrow. Besides whiIe you are here Sir Henry is safe. – It is far too. – Get in, I’II give you a ride. Thank you, coIIeague. Snoopy. – What about your case? – What case? You said some IocaI gent wanted to sue you for .

..for opening the grave. – FrankIand. The totaIIy mad oId man. He has spent a fortune in Iitigation. I hope he won’t have any energy Ieft for me. He Iives here near the moor. – AII by himseIf? – AII aIone.

– He has no chiIdren? – He has a daughter Laura. – Laura FrankIand? – ExactIy. She married a painter named Lyons. He came here to make sketches. He shameIessIy deserted her and Laura got worse and worse.

What does she do for a Iiving? FrankIand is unIikeIy to support her. His own business is not so well. Whatever she may have done one can’t aIIow her to faII. So peopIe around here – StapIeton, myseIf, Sir CharIes – heIped her.

We gave her a chance to earn an honest Iiving. We wanted her to Iearn typing. Snoopy, stop! Snoopy! Stop, Snoopy, stop! Excuse me, Doctor, I’ve got to bring Snoopy back. Be careful on the moor! It is not the first time! Stop, Snoopy, stop! What’s the matter? I Iocked it my Iord.

Then open up, Barrymore. Listen, Barrymore I have Iong meant to ask you. That convict of yours, that reIative of yours on the moor, did he reaIIy see that damned dog or are those just taIes? He didn’t see it.

He heard it. And? Very scary. He dreams of getting away from here as soon as possibIe. Hm. What do I owe such attention to, sir? Good afternoon. I am Dr Watson. I am just sightseeing. I thought I might give the horses a rest.

FrankIand. They say you are staying at BaskerviIIe HaII. Being a London detective You might be interested to Iearn a curious story. Come in to have a gIass of wine. Thank you. It Iooks as if I came on purpose.

It does, it does. You can’t heIp it. You can’t fooI me. I know aII the tricks of detectives. Today is a great day for me, sir. A reaI red-Ietter day. I have won two cases. Now the local public will understand that Iaw is Iaw and that there is a man here who does not fear to bring the misdoers to answer to law.

How on earth did you do that? Look it up in the law archives, sir. Please. You won’t regret reading it. I am proud to say that I had no interest in the matter. It is merely my social duty. AIthough my house is far from the village, I am a part of it.

I am not aIone, sir. You daughter, she lives with you? Crude work, Mr Hound. If you want this tart, you couId acted more intelligently. I didn’t mean to offend you, FrankIand. Everyman starts Iooking for my daughter at my door.

I am an old unhappy father! She Iives in Coombe Tracey, that’s where she Iives! – Come in. – Thank you. Do I have the pIeasure of seeing Miss Laura Lyons? What can I do for you? I am Dr Watson from London.

I have the pIeasure of knowing your father. There is nothing in common between my father and me. I owe him nothing and his friends are not mine. No, no, I didn’t mean to say I was Mr FrankIand’s friend.

It’s rather the other way round. What can I do for you? Thank you. TeII me pIease, did you know Sir CharIes BaskerviIIe? – I owe a great deaI to him. – Did you correspond with him? What is the object of these questions, pIease? I act upon orders of Sir CharIes’s nephew.

I understand. I certainIy wrote to him once or twice to acknowIedge his deIicacy and his generosity. Have you ever met him in person? A few times when he came into Coombe Tracey. Strange. Very strange.

You saw him so seIdom and wrote so seIdom, Yet he knew enough about your affairs to be abIe to heIp There were severaI gentIemen who knew my sad history and heIped me. Mr Mortimer, for exampIe or Mr. StapIeton, a neighbour and intimate friend of Sir CharIes’s He was exceedingIy kind to me.

IncidentaIIy, it was him who introduced Sir CharIes to me. Did you ever write to Sir CharIes asking him to meet you? ReaIIy, sir, this is a very improper question. I am sorry, madam, but I must repeat it.

Then I answer, certainIy not. Not on the very day of Sir CharIes’s death? SureIy your memory deceives you. I couId even quote a passage of your Ietter. ”I beg you, as a woman can beg a gentIeman, burn this Ietter, and be at the gate by 10 o’cIock.

” There are no gentlemen in the world then. Why at such a Iate hour? I Iearned that sir CharIes was going to London for severaI months. WeII, what happened when you got there? – I never went. – Miss Lyons.

.. – I never went – What prevented your going? That is a private matter. I cannot teII it. Why were you so pressing that Sir CharIes shouId destroy your Ietter? If you read the Ietter you know why. The Ietter was burnt.

Sir CharIes did as you had asked him to do. I onIy read the postscript. You made an appointment with sir CharIes at the very pIace and hour that he died. AII right. I wiII teII you. My husband whom I hate does not stop bothering me.

The Iaw is upon his side. And everytime I face the possibility of having to come back to him. Before I wrote this Ietter I had Iearned that I can get my freedom if certain expenses couId be met. Freedom meant everything to me – peace of mind, happiness, seIf-respect.

Everything. I knew Sir CharIes’s generosity, and I thought that he wouId heIp me. Then why didn’t you go? Because I received heIp from another source. WeII what about this precious reIation of yours Barrymore? Is he stiII Iurking yonder on the moor? I don’t know, sir.

I wish him gone. I’ve not heard of him since last time when I Ieft food for him, and that was 3 days ago. Thank you. Did you see him then? No, sir, but the food was gone. I checked it. If there was no food then he is certainly there.

So you wouId think, sir, unIess it was the other man who took it. What man? Sir, there is another man hiding upon the moor. – Have you seen him? – No, Sir. How do you know of him then? SeIden saw him twice.

At first he thought that he was the poIice, but soon… – Where is sir Henry? – He went for a waIk at the moor. – Where?! – At the moor. I say, Watson! Watson! Are you going to foIIow me aII the time? That depends on where you go.

If you go on the moor, I wiII foIIow you. – Why are you shadowing me aII the time? – You know my orders, don’t you. What orders? Do you mean to say I have no right to court a Iady? Just now her brother gave me a piece of his mind.

– After aII, am I worse then the rest? – No, you are not. – I am sick and tired. – You do have the right… Doctor Watson! – Good afternoon – Good afternoon. Good-day, Dr. Watson. You must reaIIy give your horses a rest.

You are a private detective and I want to have a private word with you. I have some interesting information. Some poaching case, no doubt? Ha, ha, my boy, a very much more important matter than that! What about the convict on the moor? I have seen with my own eyes the messenger who takes him his food.

A man with a beard. You’II be surprised to hear that his food is taken to him by a chiId. He passes aIong the same path at the same hour, To whom shouId he be going except to the convict? It may be the son of one of the moorIand shepherds taking out his father’s dinner.

Indeed, sir? Come, come! You wiII see with your own eyes. This way, pIease. Have a Iook. Quick, Dr. Watson, quick, before he passes over the hiII! WeII! Am I right? Yes, he is a boy. But not one word shaII the poIice have from me, and I bind you to secrecy aIso, Dr.

Watson. Not a word! You understand! Watson… Have a seat. Thank you. You know, Watson, I think of Ieaving these pIaces the sooner the better. Though I stiII have to wait three months. Why three months? That is her brother’s condition.

By the way, he dropped in not Iong ago. To apoIogize. To apoIogize. I Iove her, Watson. And I won’t go anywhere without her. This woman is created for me. Do you understand? I must say she expressed certain anxiety too.

.. concerning the danger that I am said to be in here. Why on earth does he need the three months? God knows. Snoopy has disappeared. He went to the moor and never came back. PIease, be carefuI with the revoIver, my dear friend.

Watson, I had no idea that you couId find my occasionaI retreat, stiII Iess that you were inside it. Not untiI I was within twenty paces of the cave. My footprint, I presume. If you ever desire to deceive me you must change your tobacconist first.

Watson… Here is the stub of you cigarette. Marked BradIey, Oxford Street. Ever since I was so imprudent as to aIIow the moon to rise behind me I knew that you wouId inevitabIy find me. – So it was you I saw that night? – And how did you find me, Watson? The boy gave me a guide where to Iook.

He had been observed. – The oId gentIeman with the teIescope. – ExactIy. So you have been to Coombe Tracey, have you, Watson? Yes. – To see Mrs. Laura Lyons? – ExactIy. I am gIad that our investigations run on paraIIeI Iines.

I thought that you were in Baker Street working out that case. That’s what I want them to think. But why keep me in the dark? You see, Watson… ShouId you know I were here it couId have harmed the case.

I brought Cartwright down with me – you remember the IittIe chap. – Oh, yes. – He has seen after my simpIe wants. You know there isn’t much I need: a Ioaf of bread and a cIean coIIar. What does a man want more? Cartwright has given me an extra pair of eyes.

Very shrewd ones. And a very active pair of feet. Then my reports have aII been wasted! No, my dear friend. Here are your reports. I must compIiment you exceedingIy upon the zeaI and the Iiterary taIent which you have shown over an extraordinariIy difficuIt case.

This, Watson, is a most compIex affair. You are aware of an intimate friendship between Mrs Laura Lyons and StapIeton? I knew nothing about it. They meet, they write, there is a compIete understanding between them.

Now, this puts a very powerfuI weapon into our hands. If I couId onIy use it against StapIeton’s wife. His wife? She is not his sister but his wife. – Are you sure? – Yes. How couId he have permitted Sir Henry to faII in Iove with her? Sir Henry’s faIIing in Iove couId do no harm to anyone except Sir Henry.

And Iove, Watson… – But why this eIaborate deception? – Why? Because he foresaw that she wouId be very much more usefuI to him in the character of a free woman. How do you know that the woman is his wife? Upon one occasion StapIeton so far forgot himseIf as to teII you a true piece of autobiography.

Now, there is no one more easy to trace in EngIand than a schooImaster. A IittIe investigation showed me that a schooI in Yorkshire had come to grief under atrocious circumstances and that the man who had owned it – the name was different – had disappeared.

When I Iearned that StapIeton was devoted to entomoIogy the identification was compIete. There is but one danger which can threaten us. It is that he shouId strike first. GIad as I am to see you, my dear friend, I couId aImost wish that you had not Ieft sir Henry’s side.

Yes, yes. Hush! Where was that? – Where is it, Watson? – There, I think. No, there! The hound! I am a fool to take so long! And you, Watson, see what comes of abandoning your charge! Damn it, Watson, now we have to prove the connection between the death of both BaskerviIIes and the beast.

I shaII never forgive myseIf. We shaII have to prove that he didn’t faII to his death from the cIiff. Doctor Watson? How is sir Henry? This is not sir Henry. – Who is this then? – SeIdon, the criminaI.

– Where is sir Henry? – Why Sir Henry in particuIar? We expected him tonight. When I heard cries upon the moor I became aIarmed for his safety. Did you hear anything eIse besides a cry? – No. Did you? – No.

Nothing. Why do you ask then? Doctor Watson, you stiII do not beIieve in the existence of the hound? Do you, Mr HoImes? – Good evening. – Good evening. I am StapIeton. We’ve been expecting you. I hope your visit wiII cast some Iight upon those mysterious occurrences.

Every investigation needs facts and not rumours. I wiII take an unpIeasant remembrance back to London. – Oh, you return to-morrow? – Yes. UnfortunateIy. Mr HoImes, dear, good evening. Mr HoImes, I am so happy that you are here! Good evening, Watson.

You know, Mr HoImes, during the two weeks in this castIe fear made me drink more than I did in aII my Iife. Watson and I Iive here Iike in a ceIIar with gunpowder. It is a difficuIt and compIicated case.

I beIieve soon everything wiII be cIear. I do beIieve in you, Mr HoImes. – WouId you Iike to have a drink of something? – With pIeasure. And what about the doctor? – Perhaps just a IittIe? – Not a drop.

As you wish. It is not a superstition, Mr HoImes. I used to beIieve it was superstition myseIf, but it is not. Watson and I heard it. It was such a terribIe howI. If you can catch that beast and put him on a chain or muzzIe him I’II be ready to swear you are the greatest detective of aII time.

It was important for me that you make sure it was reaIIy a hound. It is a hound. Now I know it! Mr.HoImes, it is a hound! Even if it is not a dog, I must teII you it is something frightening. – Watson, take off your coat, sit down.

– WonderfuI wine. – These are very fine portraits. – Mr HoImes… Your ancestors were very handsome, Sir Henry. I know nothing about painting Let’s Ieave it aIone. I wanted to taIk about other things Mr.

HoImes… Mr.HoImes… may I go away? It is very scary here. Upon my word. That’s aII right. That’s a hand of KneIIer. And this ought to be a ReynoIds. You don’t Iook weII, Henry. You must spend more time in the open air.

Go for a waIk? Here? Watson won’t Iet me go anywhere. He foIIows me day and night. By the way, Mr HoImes, Iet’s go to see some friends tonight. They Iive here nearby. You don’t know them. That is Mr StapIeton, the naturaIist, and his sister.

We couId have …a IiveIy evening. – I have no doubt. By the way, today on the moor we have found the body of a man with a broken neck. And were mourning over you. Over me?! That was the criminaI SeIdon.

IncidentaIIy, he had you fur-coat on. It must be …one of the things that I gave to Barrymore. – ExactIy. As a matter of fact, sir Henry, I shouId have arrested the whoIe househoId Iong ago. For compIicity.

Oh, oh. Dear God. Poor Mrs Barrymore. This is WiIIiam BaskerviIIe, Member of the House of Commons. Under Pitt. – A remarkabIe portrait. – Barrymore! Barrymore! – Yes, Sir. – I say, Barrymore… Whose portrait is this? Is this, is this.

.. a reIative? Who is this, Barrymore? A reIative. This is Sir Hugo BaskerviIIe. It is dated the 17ht century. I say, Barrymore, have a room ready for Mr HoImes, pIease. Oh do pIease, Barrymore, stop Iocking this cupboard aII the time.

You put me in an awkward position. PIease. Here is Hugo, the curse of the BaskerviIIes. Watson, hoId the Iight pIease. Do you notice anything? Good heavens! A study of famiIy portraits is enough to convert a man to the doctrine of reincarnation.

So, he is a BaskerviIIe too. Thank you. Do you mean to say, BaskerviIIe, that you don’t Iike cereaI? I hate it. Besides I don’t want to spoiI my appetite. I am engaged to dine with the StapIetons to-night.

I hope that you wiII come aIso. They are very hospitabIe peopIe. I fear that Watson and I can’t accompany you. Right after breakfast we Ieave for London On account of an urgent business. – To London? – ExactIy.

What do you mean to London? I want to go to London with you. You want me to stay here aIone? You’II stay. You gave me your word that you wouId do as you were toId, and you shaII stay. But you promised to go with me to the StapIetons.

Doctor Watson, you wiII send a note excusing himseIf. Direction number 2: I wish you to drive to Merripit House. Send back your trap, and Iet the StapIetons know that you intend to waIk home. What… What?! You want me to waIk across the moor aIone?! Watson, you forbade me to even take a walk there! This time you may do so calmly.

And most important, if you vaIue your Iife don’t turn off the path That is from Lestrade in answer to my wire of this morning. He arrives at five-forty. We may need the heIp of the poIice. Meet him, dear friend.

And I wiII caII upon your acquaintance, Mrs. Laura Lyons. My name is SherIock HoImes. I am investigating the death Sir CharIes BaskerviIIe. My friend here, Dr. Watson, has informed me of what you have communicated.

– It now remains to find out what you have withheId. – What have I withheId? You have confessed to Dr.Watson that you asked Sir CharIes to be at the gate at ten o’cIock. We know that Sir Charles died at that time and place.

You have withheId what the connection is between these events. There is no connection between the two events. We regard this case as one of murder. And the evidence may impIicate your friend Mr. StapIeton and his wife.

His wife? The person he passes for his sister is reaIIy his wife. His wife… He is not a married man. Here is a photograph of the coupIe taken in York 4 years ago. It is indorsed ‘Mr. and Mrs. VandeIeur’.

I hope you recognize the faces. If you have met this woman, of course. Here is an officiaI document signed by three trustworthy witnesses. It is the description of Mr. and Mrs.VandeIeur, who kept St. OIiver’s private schooI.

Read it and you wiII have no more doubts. The recitaI of these events must be very painfuI to you, Mrs.Lyons. Perhaps it wiII make it easier if I teII you what occurred, and you can check me if I make any materiaI mistake.

The sending of this Ietter was suggested to you by StapIeton? Yes. He toId you that that you wouId receive heIp from Sir CharIes for the IegaI expenses …connected with your divorce? – Yes. – And then he dissuaded you from going? – Yes.

He toId me that it wouId hurt his seIf-respect that any other man shouId find the money for the divorce proceedings, He swore that though he was a poor man himseIf he wouId devote his Iast penny to removing the obstacIes which divided us.

It was in the paper that you read about sir CharIes’s death, wasn’t it? Yes. StapIeton made you swear to say nothing about your appointment? Yes. He said that the death was a very mysterious one, and that I shouId certainIy be suspected if anyone Iearnt about the Ietter.

StapIeton can do away with you any minute …you are his unnecessary witness. You have been waIking for some months very near to the edge of a precipice, Mrs.Lyons. – A big case? – The biggest thing for years.

It wiII take London’s fog out of your throat. Are you armed, Lestrade? As Iong as I have my trousers I have a hip-pocket, and as Iong as I have my hip-pocket I have something in it. Yes, Mr HoImes, it does not seem a very cheerfuI pIace.

What are those Iights ahead of us? That is Merripit House and the end of our journey. I must request you to waIk on tiptoe and not to taIk above a whisper. ExceIIent, gentIemen. These rocks make an admirabIe screen.

– We are to wait here? – Yes, we shaII make our IittIe ambush here. You have been inside the house, Watson. Can you teII the position of the rooms? – What are those windows on the right? – They are the kitchen windows.

– And the one beyond, which shines so brightIy? – The dining-room. Go and see what they are doing. If sir Henry isn’t out in a quarter of an hour the path wiII be covered by the fog. We are too far. It is risky.

He may be overtaken before he can reach us. Hush. It seems he is coming. There it is. Sir Henry, we’ve Iaid the famiIy ghost once and forever. What was it? What, in heaven’s name, was it? How are you, Sir Henry? We owe you a deep apoIogy, Sir Henry, for having exposed you to this fright.

Phosphorus. A cunning preparation of it. There is no smeII. The crime is now evident. There’s someone in here. This way. The brute! HoImes, where’s your brandy-bottIe? What a brute! – Has he escaped? – He cannot escape us.

– I did not mean my husband. Sir Henry? Is he safe? – Yes. – And the hound? – It is dead. There is but one pIace where he can have fIed. There is an oId tin mine on an isIand in the heart of the Grimpen mire.

It was there that he kept his hound. Do you recognise the boot, Watson? Its brother brunt in the grate in NorthumberIand HoteI. 2 boots with so different destinies. That’s aII that is Ieft of Snoopy. He barked so niceIy in Baker Street.

Here is phosphorus. What an awfuI death. Time changes and we change too. Now you are my patient too. I am gIad of that. Now you are a true inhabitant of Devonshire a brave man the owner of BaskerviIIe HaII.

Soon we wiII board a ship and saiI around the worId. Crossing 3 oceans and 16 seas. A voyage around the worId is the best medicine for an EngIishman. We won’t get upon a dirty ship. We wiII chose a remarkabIe five-mast ship.

We shaII saiI and come back heaIthy. WeII, I am… gIad that you are intact. ScotIand Yard wiII aIways protect your safety, Mr BaskerviIe. The hound is dead… What fiIth. It is aII over. With a sense of peace I Ieave your hospitabIe house.

.. – Good bye. – That’s it. And then when you moved here they remained in London. What tasty porridge! We do Iove porridge! And then she crossed the ocean and sent me a very Iong Ietter. They had a boy and they caIIed him Henry.

The boy feII iII but the he started eating porridge and he grew up big, heaIthy and handsome. We shaII eat porridge too …and we shaII soon be strong and heaIthy. We do Iove porridge. Look, we Iove it so much.

Soon it wiII be warm, we wiII go for a waIk… The famiIy portrait did not Iie. This fake StapIeton was indeed a BaskerviIIe. He was a son of Rodger BaskerviIIe, the younger brother of Sir CharIes, who fIed to South America Iong ago.

There the scoundreI married a certain BeryI Garcia, one of the beauties of Costa Rica. Having purIoined pubIic money, he changed his name to VandeIeur and fIed to EngIand, where he estabIished a schooI in Yorkshire.

”Inspector Lestrade’s accurate shot in Devonshire”. – Is it true, Mr HoImes? – Very true, Mrs Hudson. – Is it true, Doctor Watson? – Sorry to say it is. Why are you sorry? ”The Times” says he is the best inspector in ScotIand Yard.

Being a man of IittIe imagination Lestrade was of much use to us. After aII it is him that Sir Henry owes his Iife to. You were absoIuteIy right, Dr Watson. It is a very compIicated story. OId BaskerviIIe’s bIind beIief in the oId Iegend prompted the criminaI the idea of turning the hound into a beast of heII.

Sir CharIes himseIf toId StapIeton about the famiIy hound, and so prepared the way for his own death. StapIeton knew that Sir CharIes’s heart was weak and that a shock wouId kiII him. And so it happened.

When instead of Laura Lyons the oId man saw that scarecrow by the wicket-gate. But the appearance of the heir, Sir Henry, made StapIeton start everything from the beginning. My roIe is but humbIe. The case took an unpredictabIe course through the incident of the escaped convict and sir Henry’s passionate Iove aIso escaped IogicaI anaIysis.

To me it is stiII a mystery how StapIeton intended to prove his rights to the inheritance. But this mystery is buried with him in the Grimpen Mire. His unfortunate wife is unIikeIy To know the detaiIs.

To her honour it must be said, Watson, that she opposed the murder as much as she couId. What about Laura Lyons? She does not resembIe a naive woman. What made her become a bIind weapon in the hands of a scoundreI? Something materiaI or A mystic force again? Who knows, dear Watson.

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WATSON THE AGRA TREASURE Part One Sherlock Holmes VASILIY LIVANOV Dr. Watson VITALIY SOLOMIN Mrs. Hudson RINA ZELYONAYA Inspector Lestrade BORISLAV BRONDUKOV as well Ekaterina Zinchenko Viktor Proskurin Pavel Kadochnikov Sergei Shakurov V.

Kosobutckaya N.Jurasov V.Doroshev N.Kuz’min P.Samojlenko A.Clivnirov and… bulldog BAMBULA To Mr. Sherlock Holmes esquire. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his.

In our society we speak of softer passions as of an excellent for drawing the veil from men’s motives and actions. – I thought the woman… – Her name is Irene Adler. I thought Irene Adler would only stay in the folder, named ”The Scandal in Bohemia.

” With Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond von Ormstein, Grand Duke of Cassel Felstein, and hereditary King of Bohemia, but I was wrong. Her picture always follows him. After some deducting reasoning, I draw a horrible conclusion.

You faltered, Sherlock Holmes. It was not that you felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to your cold, precise but admirably balanced mind.

But you faltered. What is it in your hands? This is a sovereign you got from her. There’s much harsh truth in your saying, my dear friend. Momentary hesitation. I successfully failed the case ”The Scandal in Bohemia.

” Of course, Irene Adler was an exception, which proves the rule. You are right women are low-level creatures, in comparison with us, men. Because they always follow so called ”softer passions”, emotions.

Emotions are opposite to pure and cold judgment. You are right. Of all women I know only our incomparable Mrs. Hudson can live here. A young lady for you, sir. Miss Morstan. I have no recollection of the name.

Ask the young lady to step up. I hope, you don’t need me. I need to attend a pathology course. Don’t go, Doctor. I should prefer that you always remain when a woman is close to me. – Good morning. – Good morning.

– Have a seat. – Thank you. State your case. You will, I am sure, excuse me. If your friend, would be good enough to stop, he might be of inestimable service to me. We are listening to you, miss Morstan.

My father was an officer in an Indian regiment. When I was quite a child, my mother died. I had no relative in England. My father sent me to Edinburgh. I was placed in a comfortable boarding establishment where I remained until I was seventeen years of age.

He telegraphed to me that he had arrived to England, and gave the Langham Hotel as his address. I drove there. I was informed that Captain Morstan was staying there, but that he had gone out the night before and had not returned.

Next morning I read in newspapers about my father’s disappearing. from that day to this no word has ever been heard of him. The date? He disappeared upon the third of December, 1878. – His luggage? – Remained at the hotel.

some clothes, some books, and a number of curiosities from the Andaman Islands. He had been one of the officers in charge of the convict-guard there. Had he any friends in town? Major Sholto. Only one that we know of – Major Sholto.

The major had retired some little time before and lived at Upper Norwood. We communicated with him, of course, but he did not know anything about my father. A very old case. 10 years ago. I had better leave you.

No, no, please, stay. I have not yet described to you the most singular part. About six years ago an advertisement appeared in the Times asking for the address of Miss Morstan, and stating that it would be to her advantage to come forward.

After that there arrived through the post a small cardboard box addressed to me, which I found to contain a very large and lustrous pearl. Since then every year upon the same date there has always appeared a similar box, containing a similar pearl.

They have been pronounced by an expert to be of a rare and of considerable value. Your statement is most interesting. – Where are you going?.. – Watson. Watson. This is my friend, Dr. Watson. Like your father he was an officer in an Indian regiment.

And he is very brave. Your pearl, miss Morstan. Has anything else occurred to you? This morning I received this letter. – Read it. – The envelope, too, please. Post-mark, London, S. W. Date, September 7.

Man’s thumb-mark on corner. Probably postman. Best quality paper. Envelopes at sixpence a packet. No address. ”Be at the left pillar outside the Lyceum Theatre If you are distrustful bring two friends.

You are a wronged woman and shall have justice. Do not bring police. If you do, all will be in vain. Your unknown friend.” – What do you intend to do? – To meet the unknown friend. And which two friends you shall choose? You and Dr.

Watson. Would you come? I was so happy to see him here. I thought you had been here alone. I do not have any friends here whom I could rely on. I agree to come with you. I do not know about Dr. Watson.

Would you come, doctor? If I can be of any service. If I am here at six it will do, I suppose? We had better pick you up. Wait for us at six o’clock. Good bye. Good bye. What a very attractive woman! Is she? I did not observe.

It is of the first importance, Watson, not to allow your judgment to be biased by personal qualities. The most winning woman I ever knew was hanged for poisoning three little children for their insurance-money.

and the most repellent man of my acquaintance is a philanthropist who has spent nearly a quarter of a million upon the London poor. The exceptions prove the rule. And what about Irene Adler? Irene Adler was a good lesson for both of us.

I have just found, on consulting the back files of the Times, that Major Sholto, of Upper Norwood, late of the Thirty-fourth Bombay Infantry, died six years ago. I may be very obtuse, Holmes, but I fail to see what this suggests.

No? Look at it in this way, then. Captain Morstan comes to England and disappears. The only person in London whom he could have visited is Major Sholto. Major Sholto denies having heard that he was in London.

Four years later Sholto dies. Within a week of his death Captain Morstan’s daughter receives a valuable present, which is repeated from year to year during six years. Six years, I emphasize. And now culminates in a letter which describes her as a wronged woman.

What wrong can it refer to except this deprivation of her father. And why should the presents begin immediately after Sholto’s death unless it is that Sholto’s heir knows something and desires to make compensation? But what a strange compensation! Good evening.

Good evening. A curious paper was found in Papa’s desk. It is paper of native Indian manufacture. The diagram upon it appears to be a plan of part of a large building. In the left-hand corner is a small cross done in red ink.

And above it is ‘3.37.’ In the left-hand corner is a curious hieroglyphic. It is written ‘The sign of the four’ and some names: Mahomet Singh, Jonathan Small, Abdullah Khan, Dost Akbar. I confess that I do not see how this bears upon the matter.

Preserve it carefully, then, Miss Morstan, for it may prove to be of use to us. Are you the parties who come with Miss Morstan? I am Miss Morstan, and these two gentlemen are my friends. You will excuse me, miss, but give me your word that neither of your companions is a police-officer.

I give you my word on that. Cold Harbour Lane. Now we come out on the Vauxhall Bridge Road. Our quest does not appear to take us to very fashionable regions. We are making for the Surrey side apparently.

Yes, I thought so. Miss Morstan. Miss Morstan. Pray step into my little sanctum. A small place, but furnished to my own liking. An oasis of art in the howling desert of South London. Mr. Thaddeus Sholto, that is my name.

You are Miss Morstan, of course. And these gentlemen? This is Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and this Dr. Watson. A doctor? A doctor. Would you have the kindness? I have grave doubts as to my mitral valve. The aortic I may rely upon, but I should value your opinion upon the mitral.

Had your father, Miss Morstan, refrained from throwing a strain upon his heart, he might have been alive now. It appears to be normal. I am delighted to hear that they are unwarranted. Would you have the kindness, Mr.

Sholto to tell us everything. It’s late. Yes, it’s late. I… Mr. Holmes… I shall tell you everything. I shall explain you. Miss Morstan, I can do you justice, and I will! I will do it, whatever Brother Bartholomew may say.

I am so glad to have your friends here not only as an escort to you but also as witnesses to what I am about to do and say. Let us have no outsiders – no police or officials. I trust that you have no objection to tobacco-smoke.

I am a little nervous, and I find my hookah an invaluable sedative. My father was Major John Sholto, once of the Indian Army, He brought back a large collection of curiosities, and a staff of native servants.

My brother Bartholomew and I were the only children. We did know that some positive danger, overhung him. He was very fearful of going out alone, and he always employed two prize-fighters to act as porters at Pondicherry Lodge.

On one occasion our father actually fired his revolver at a wooden-legged man, who proved to be a harmless tradesman canvassing for orders. Early in 1882 my father received a letter from India. It was short and it was a great shock to him.

He had suffered for years from an enlarged spleen, but he now became rapidly worse. Towards the beginning of April we were informed that he wished to see us. He besought us to lock the door and to come upon either side of the bed.

I have only one thing, which weighs upon my mind at this supreme moment. It is my treatment of poor Morstan’s orphan. The cursed greed. See that chaplet tipped with pearls? Even that I could not bear to part with, although I had got it out to send it to her.

You, my sons, will give her a fair share of the Agra treasure. But send her nothing, not even the chaplet, until I am gone. I will tell you how Morstan died. He had suffered for years from a weak heart.

When in India, he and I, came into possession of a considerable treasure. I brought it over to England. Soon Morstan came back to England. Morstan and I had a difference of opinion as to the division of the treasure.

Morstan had sprung out of his chair, his face turned a dusky hue. He fell backward, cutting his head against the corner of the treasure-chest. Do not fear, sahib, no one need know that you have killed him.

Let us hide him away. – I did not kill him. – I heard it all. I heard you quarrel. I heard the blow. But my lips are sealed. All are asleep in the house. Let us put him away together. If my own servant could not believe my innocence, how could I hope to make it good before twelve foolish tradesmen in a jury-box? I disposed of the body.

We concealed not only the body but also the treasure and that I have clung to Morstan’s share as well as to my own. I wish you, therefore, to make restitution. Put your ears down to my mouth. Down to my mouth.

The treasure is hidden in– Keep him out! For Christ’s sake keep him out! We searched the garden that night but found nothing. Only a single footmark was visible in the flower-bed. Just under the window.

The window of my father’s room was found open in the morning, his cup-boards and boxes had been rifled, and upon his chest was fixed a torn piece of paper with the words ‘The sign of the four’ scrawled across it.

I would like to look at it. My brother has it. He lives in my father’s house. We will be there soon. We will? You will see all. There is something else to tell you. For weeks and for months we dug and delved in every part of the garden without discovering the treasure’s whereabouts.

We could judge the splendor of the missing riches by the chaplet. I could persuade him to let me find out Miss Morstan’s address and send her a detached pearl at fixed intervals so that at least she might never feel destitute.

It was a kindly thought. It was extremely good of you. Yesterday, however, I learned that an event of extreme importance has occurred. The treasure has been discovered. I instantly communicated with Miss Morstan.

It remains to drive out to Norwood and demand our share. I explained my views last night to Brother Bartholomew, so we shall be expected, if not welcome, visitors. We had best put the matter through without delay.

Bartholomew is a clever fellow. How do you think he found out where the treasure was? The height of the building was seventy-four feet. but on adding together the heights of all the separate rooms and making every allowance for the space between, which he ascertained by borings, he could not bring the total to more than seventy feet.

There were four feet unaccounted for. He knocked a hole, therefore, in the lath and plaster ceiling of the highest room, and there, sure enough, he came upon another little garret above it. In the centre stood the treasure-chest resting upon two rafters.

He computes the value of the jewels at not less than half a million sterling. Miss Morstan, could we secure her rights, would change from a needy governess to the richest heiress in England. McMurdo! – Who is there? – It is I, McMurdo.

– Who is there? – It is I, McMurdo. You surely know my voice by this time. That you, Mr. Thaddeus? But who are the others? I had no orders about them from the master. McMurdo, you surprise me! I told my brother last night that I should bring some friends.

He hasn’t been out o’ his rooms to-day. You know very well that I must stick to regulations. I can let you in, but your friends– This is too bad of you, McMurdo! There is the young lady. She cannot wait on the public road at this hour.

Very sorry, Mr. Thaddeus. Folk may be friends o’ yours, and yet no friend o’ the master’s. He pays me well to do my duty, and my duty I’ll do. I don’t know none o’ your friends. Oh, yes you do, McMurdo.

Don’t you remember that amateur who fought three rounds with you at Alison’s rooms on the night of your benefit four years back? Not Mr. Sherlock Holmes! How could I have mistook you? If you had just given me that cross-hit of yours under the jaw, I’d ha’ known you.

You’re one that has wasted your gifts, you have! You see, Watson, if all else fails me, I have still one of the scientific professions open to me. And what is your profession, mister Holmes? I have many of them.

Very sorry, Mr. Thaddeus, but orders are very strict. Had to be certain of your friends before I let them in. I cannot understand it. There must be some mistake. I distinctly told Bartholomew that we should be here.

Do you see that window? That is his window, and there is no light there. And whose windows are downstairs? That is the housekeeper’s room. Mrs. Bernstone can tell us all about it. Perhaps you would not mind waiting here for a minute or two.

If we all go in together, and she has had no word of our coming, she may be alarmed. What is that? It is Mrs. Bernstone. She is the only woman in the house. Wait for me. Mr. Thaddeus, sir, I am so glad you have come! I am so glad you have come! What a strange place! It looks as though all the moles in England had been let loose in it.

It looks like a gold mine. They were six years looking for treasure. There is something amiss with Bartholomew! – God bless your sweet, calm face! – What has happened? He often likes to be alone. Mr. Thaddeus, you must go up and look for yourself.

Miss Morstan, you should remain here. I have seen Mr. Bartholomew Sholto in joy and in sorrow for ten long years, but I never saw him with such a face on him as that. Mister Holms, gentlemen, follow me.

This is his door. There is something devilish in this, Watson. – Are you twins? – He is two hours older than me. Give me some light. In God’s name! What does it all mean? It means murder. Look here! – It looks like a thorn.

– It is a thorn. You may pick it out. Be careful, for it is poisoned. What is it, Holmes? This is ”The sign of the four.” The treasure! The treasure is gone! They have robbed him of the treasure! There is the hole through which we lowered it.

I left him here last night, and I heard him lock the door as I came downstairs. – What time was that? – It was ten o’clock. And now he is dead. and the police will be called in, and I shall be suspected of having had a hand in it.

But you don’t think so, gentlemen? Surely you don’t think that it was I? You have no reason for fear. Do not worry if you are not guilty. Drive down to the station to report the matter to the police. You are right.

Now, Watson, we have half an hour to ourselves. Let us make good use of it. Just sit in the chair, that your footprints may not complicate matters. The door has not been opened since last night. Frame-work is solid.

Window is snibbed on the inner side. No water-pipe near. Roof quite out of reach. Yet a man has mounted by the window. It rained a little last night. Here is the print of a foot in mould upon the sill.

And here is a circular muddy mark. And here again upon the floor. And here again on the carpet. That is not a foot-mark. It is something much more valuable to us. It is the impression of a wooden stump.

– It is the wooden-legged man? – Or a man with an attached wooden leg. Could you scale that wall, Doctor? It is absolutely impossible. But suppose you had a friend up here, who lowered you this good stout rope, which I see in the corner, securing one end of it to this great hook in the wall.

If you were an active man, you might swarm up, wooden leg and all. You would depart, of course, in the same fashion. Your ally would draw up the rope, untie it from the hook, shut the window, snib it on the inside, and get away in the way that he originally came.

– How came he into the room? – The first one? There are features of interest about this ally. He lifts the case from the regions of the commonplace. If you, my friend, give me some light, I shall mount the steps and tell you how he came in.

This is a trapdoor which leads out on to the roof. Watson, Watson! Let us see if we can find some other traces of his individuality? Holmes, take the lamp. Excellent. These are a child’s prints? A child has done this horrid thing? Number One has had the misfortune to tread in the creosote.

Did you see a carboy downstairs? It has been cracked, and the stuff has leaked out. We have got him, that’s all. It is not right that Miss Morstan should remain in this stricken house. When you have dropped Miss Morstan, I wish you to go on to No.

3 Pinchin Lane, down near the water’s edge at Lambeth. The third house on the right-hand side is a bird-stuffer’s. Sherman is the name. Tell him, with my compliments, that I want Toby at once. Who is it? A queer mongrel with a most amazing power of scent.

Dear Miss Morsten, you must agree, that all questions have been solved. You know for sure that your father has died in his bed. You know who sent you the pearl and why. And who was looking for you. Quite enough.

Although we have more mysteries. Indian treasure, some plan, which was found in your father’s belongings. Revelation of the hiding place and the murder of the person who has found it. Strange prints, strange weapon, some words on paper.

And, finally, a child. Do not be upset, Miss Morsten, Sherlock Holmes, my friend will solve this case. You can be sure. And you will be the richest heiress in England. Here’s a business! Why, the house seems to be as full as a rabbit-warren! – Hello, inspector.

– Hello, the theorist. Stern facts here – no room for theories. How lucky that I happened to be out at Norwood over another case! I was at the station when the message arrived. What d’you think the man died of? ” Door locked, I understand.

How was the window? There are steps on the sill. Well, well. Jewels missing. Worth half a million. Where have they gone? Mister Holmes, I have a theory. – Inspector? – Yes, sir. What do you think of Sholto, Holmes? Sholto was, on his own confession, with his brother last night.

The brother died in a fit, on which Sholto walked off with the treasure? He could do that. On which the dead man very considerately got up and locked the door on the inside. Hum! Yes. Let us apply common sense to the matter.

Here we go. This Thaddeus Sholto was with his brother, there was a quarrel. So much we know. The brother is dead and the jewels are gone. So much also we know. You see that I am weaving my web round Thaddeus.

The net begins to close upon him. Thaddeus is evidently in a most disturbed state of mind. And look, the door is locked, the window is locked too, and the treasure is gone. Where is it gone? Of course, Mister Holmes, here is a hole in the roof.

Why didn’t you notice that? They left through the hole in the roof. There is a trapdoor communicating with the roof, and it is partly open. – It was I who opened it. – Oh, indeed! Well, whoever did it, it shows how our gentleman got away.

Inspector! – Yes, sir? – Sholto? Yes, sir! Mr. Sholto, it is my duty to inform you that anything which you may say will be used against you. I arrest you in the Queen’s name as being concerned in the death of your brother.

Didn’t I tell you! Don’t trouble yourself about it, Mr. Sholto. I think that I can engage to clear you of the charge. I will make you a free present of the name and description of one of the two people who were in this room last night.

His name is Jonathan Small. He is a man with his right leg off, and wearing a wooden stump which is worn away upon the inner side. His left boot has a coarse, square-toed sole, with an iron band round the heel.

He is a middle-aged man, much sunburned, and has been a convict. There is a good deal of skin missing from the palm of his hand. – The other man — – Ah! the other man? Yes. He is a rather curious person.

Go on, you drunken vagabond! If you kick up any more row, I’ll open the kennels and let out 43 dogs upon you. If you’ll let one out, it’s just what I have come for. Go on! I have a wiper in this bag. I’ll drop it on your ‘ead if you don’t hook it! But I want a dog.

I won’t be argued with! Now stand clear, for when I say ‘three,’ down goes the wiper. Mr. Sherlock Holmes — A friend of Mr. Sherlock is always welcome. – Step in, sir. – Thank you. You are welcome. Keep clear of the badger, for he bites.

Don’t mind that, sir. It’s only a slowworm. It hasn’t got no fangs, so I gives it the run o’ the room. It keeps the beetles down. To let my lodgers live in peace. You must not mind my bein’ just a little short wi’ you at first.

I’m guyed at by the children. There’s many a one comes down this lane to knock me up. What was it that Mr. Sherlock Holmes wanted, sir? He wanted a dog of yours. – That would be Toby. – Yes, Toby was the name.

Toby lives at No. 7 on the left here. You have him there! Good dog, then! Lestrade has gone. We have had an immense display of energy. He has arrested not only friend Thaddeus but the gatekeeper, the housekeeper, and the Indian servant.

We have the place to ourselves but for a sergeant upstairs. Lend me your bull’s eye, Sergeant. Dip my handkerchief into the creosote. There, on the floor. Carry my boots down with you, Watson. I am going to do a little climbing.

These footsteps belong to a child. Apart from their size, though. Is there nothing else? They appear to be much as other footmarks. Not at all. Look here! What is the chief difference? Your toes are all cramped together.

The other print has each toe distinctly divided. That is the point. Bear that in mind. Now, would you kindly step over to that flap-window and smell the edge of the woodwork? What is this smell? – Tarry smell.

– That’s right. If you can trace him, I should think that Toby will have no difficulty. Now run downstairs, loose the dog, and look out for Blondin. I will go to the roof. – That you, Watson? – Yes. This is the place.

What is that black thing down there? – A water-barrel. – Top on it? Yes. Watson, I’m going down. Careful! No sign of a ladder? No. It’s a most breakneck place. Don’t fall down. I was trying to follow him.

It was not easy. I found this. Do you know what it is, Watson? Hellish things. What do we know? Two officers who are in command of a convict-guard learn an important secret. A map is drawn for them by an Englishman named Jonathan Small.

Aided by this chart, the officers get the treasure and brings it to England, leaving, we will suppose, some condition. But this is my theory. Toby, Toby! Why did not Jonathan Small get the treasure himself? He did not get the treasure because he was a convict.

But this is mere speculation. It is more than that. It is the only hypothesis which covers the facts. Major Sholto remains at peace for some years, Then he receives a letter from India. What was in that letter? A letter to say that the men whom he had wronged had been set free.

Or had escaped. That is much more likely, for he would have known what their term of imprisonment was. What does he do then? He guards himself against a wooden-legged man, because he is scared to death of him.

Mark you, for he mistakes a white tradesman for him and fires a pistol at him. Now, only Hindoos or Mohammedans names on the chart. And only one white man’s name. We may say with confidence that the wooden-legged man is Jonathan Small.

Does the reasoning strike you as being faulty? No, it is clear and concise. Well, now, let us put ourselves in the place of Jonathan Small. He comes to England with the double idea of regaining what he would consider to be his rights.

Small could not find the treasure, for no one ever knew save the major and one faithful servant who had died. Suddenly Small learns that the major is on his deathbed He makes his way to the dying man’s window, and is only deterred from entering by the presence of his two sons.

In a frenzy lest the secret of the treasure die with him, he enters the room that night, searches his private papers and finally leaves a memento of his visit. Do you follow all this? Very clearly. What the deuce is the matter with the dog? They surely would not take a cab or go off in a balloon.

Perhaps they stood here for some time. It’s all right. He’s off again. Now what could Jonathan Small do? He could only continue to keep a secret watch upon the efforts. Then comes the discovery of the garret, and he is instantly informed of it.

Some confederate in the household. Jonathan, with his wooden leg, is utterly unable to reach the lofty room of Bartholomew Sholto. He takes with him, however, a rather curious associate, who gets over this difficulty but dips his naked foot into creosote, whence come Toby, and a six-mile limp for a half-pay officer.

But it was the associate and not Jonathan who committed the crime. Toby has lost his character for infallibility. He found a barrel with creosote. If you consider how much creosote is carted about London in one day.

Toby will improve. We must get on the main scent again, I suppose. We must take care that he does not bring us to the place where the barrel came from. I had thought of that. They have taken to a boat here.

Maybe. Dear little chap! – Is there anything you would like? – A shillin’. Nothing you would like better? Two shillin’. Watson, give him two shillings. You come back and be washed, Jack! A fine child, Mrs.

He gets a’most too much for me to manage, ‘specially when my man is away days at a time. Away, is he? I am sorry for that, for I wanted to speak to him. He’s been away since yesterday mornin’. I am beginnin’ to feel frightened about him.

But if it was about a boat, sir, maybe I could serve as well. I wanted to hire his steam launch. It is in the steam launch that he has gone. That’s what puzzles me. For I know there ain’t more coals in her than would take her to about Woolwich and back.

I don’t like that wooden-legged man. What did he want always knockin’ about here for? A wooden-legged man? Yes, sir, a brown, monkey-faced chap. It was him that roused him up yesternight and, what’s more, my man knew he was comin’, for he had steam up in the launch.

How could you possibly tell that it was the wooden-legged man who came in the night? You are frightening yourself about nothing. His voice, sir. I knew his voice, which is kind o’ thick and foggy. He tapped at the winder about three it would be.

My old man woke up Jim, that’s my eldest, and away they went without so much as a word to me. And was this wooden-legged man alone? I didn’t hear no one else. I am sorry, Mrs. Smith, for I wanted a steam launch.

What is her name? Diana, sir. Ah! She’s not that old green launch with a yellow line, very broad in the beam? No, indeed. She’s as trim a little thing as any on the river. She’s been fresh painted, black with two red streaks.

I am going down the river, and if I should see anything of your man I shall let him know that you are uneasy. A blue funnel, you say? No, sir. Black. Ah, of course. Good-morning, Mrs. Smith. – Good morning, gentlemen.

– Good morning, Mrs. Hudson. I hope you have slept soundly. Yes, excellent, thank you. Breakfast will be in 15 minutes. Watson! Watson! You look regularly done. Lie down there on the sofa. How is your leg? Will we find that steam launch? Yes, we will.

I wired to my dirty little lieutenant, Wiggins. Do you remember his gang, which helped us to catch Jefferson Hope? – Agra treasure on the steam launch? – I am sure of it. And can we take it? No doubt.

And Miss Morstan will be the richest heiress in England? I will try to get those diamonds for her. It’s awful. Watson, you overdid. If we find it, Miss Morstan will be lost for me for ever. A half-pay surgeon is looking for a rich bride.

Do not be upset, my friend. Only music can console you. I can devote all my life to find that treasure. End of part one THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DR. WATSON By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Agra Treasure Part Two Sherlock Holmes VASILIY LIVANOV Dr.

Watson VITALIY SOLOMIN Mrs. Hudson RINA ZELYONAYA Inspector Lestrade BORISLAV BRONDUKOV I am the King. Why should I attempt to conceal it? Why, indeed? Your Majesty had not spoken before I was aware that I was addressing Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond von Ormstein, Grand Duke of Cassel Felstein, and hereditary King of Bohemia.

you can understand that I am not accustomed to doing such business in my own person. Yet the matter was so delicate that I could not confide it to an agent without putting myself in his power. I have come incognito from Prague for the purpose of consulting you.

Then, pray consult. Some five years ago, during a lengthy visit to Europe, I made the acquaintance of the well known adventuress, Irene Adler. The name is no doubt familiar to you. Kindly look her up in my index, Doctor.

Please. Your Majesty, as I understand, became entangled with this young person, and is now desirous of getting those letters back. Precisely so. – Was there a secret marriage? – None. No legal papers or certificates? – None.

– Letter, maybe? How is she to prove their authenticity? – There is the writing. – Forgery. – My private note-paper. – Stolen. – My own seal. – Imitated. My photograph. Bought. – I found it! – Read it.

Irene Adler. Born in New Jersey in the year 1858. American. Contralto! La Scala! Prima donna Imperial Opera of Warsaw. Retired from operatic stage. Living in London. It’s important. The photograph could have been bought.

We were both in the photograph. That is very bad! Your Majesty has indeed committed an indiscretion. I was mad. You have compromised yourself seriously. Here it is. She has the second copy. I was only Crown Prince then.

I was young. You were very handsome. I am but thirty now. It must be recovered. We have tried and failed. It must be bought. She will not sell. Stolen, then. Five attempts have been made. Twice burglars in my pay ransacked her house.

Once we diverted her luggage when she traveled. Twice she has been waylaid. There has been no result. No sign of it? Absolutely none. It is quite a pretty little problem. And what does she propose to do with the photograph? To ruin me.

I am about to be married. To Clotilde Lothman von Saxe-Meningen, second daughter of the King of Scandinavia. You may know the strict principles of her family. She is herself the very soul of delicacy.

A shadow of a doubt as to my conduct would bring the matter to an end. And Irene Adler? Threatens to send them the photograph. You are sure that she has not sent it yet? – I am sure. – And why? She will send it on the day when the betrothal was publicly proclaimed.

That will be next Monday. You will find me at the Langham under the name of the Count Von Kramm. Drop me a line to let me know how you progress. Then, as to money? – You have carte blanche. – Absolutely? I would give one of the provinces of my kingdom to have that photograph.

And for present expenses? Thank you, sir. Who is he? A lawyer. Who is at law here? Nobody. This is Mr. Godfrey Norton. He came to his woman. She has turned his head down in that part. A very sly one. She is a tasty morsel in the world.

She is a singer. We know such women. She lives quietly, sings at concerts. drives out at five every day, and returns at seven sharp for dinner. Drive like the devil, first to Gross & Hankey’s in Regent Street, and then to the Church of St.

Monica in the Edgeware Road. Half a guinea if you do it in twenty minutes! Yes, sir. To the Church of St. Monica. Half a guinea if you do it in twenty minutes! Stop! To the Church of St. Monica. Half a sovereign if you do it in twenty minutes! Thank God.

You’ll do. What then? Come, man, come, only three minutes, or it won’t be legal. Be our witness, I beg you. I shall want your cooperation. I shall be delighted. – You don’t mind breaking the law? – Not in the least.

Nor running a chance of arrest? Not in a good cause. Oh, the cause is excellent! Excellent! – Great, Watson. – I am your man. I was sure that I might rely on you. But what is it you wish? – What time is it? – It is nearly five now.

Nearly five now. In two hours we must be on the scene of action. – At Briony Lodge? – Exactly. Miss Irene, or Mrs. Adler, rather – returns from her drive at seven. – And what then? – I will meet her. – Very good.

You must not interfere, come what may. You understand? I am to be neutral? To do nothing whatever. And the matter is… Four or five minutes afterwards the sitting-room window will open. You are to station yourself close to that open window.

Yes. Raise the cry of fire. it will be taken up by people. You may then walk to the end of the street, and I will rejoin you in ten minutes. You may entirely rely on me. Yes, Watson. Women are naturally secretive, and they like to do their own secreting.

The photograph must be in her own house. But it has twice been burgled. You mean they didn’t find anything? – They did not know how to look. – But how will you look? I will not look. I will get her to show me.

– But she will refuse. – She will not be able to. I hear the rumble of wheels. Please, Madam. Please. Now carry out my orders to the letter. Stop it, gentlemen. – Are you much hurt? – He is dead Is he really? – No, no, there’s life in him! – He is breathing.

He can’t lie in the street. May we bring him in, mam? Surely. Bring him into the sitting room. Carefully. Show gentlemen the way. Stairs, be careful. Hold the door. Fire! – Fire! – Where? You have the photograph? The photograph is in a recess behind a sliding panel just above the bell-pull.

And where is it now? As I said, it is there. When a married woman thinks that her house is on fire, she grabs at her baby, an unmarried one reaches for her jewel-box, and Irene Adler took the photograph.

I saw a half of it. How was my fire? You did it very nicely, Doctor. You are the best campaigner. When I cried out that it was a false alarm, she replaced it, glanced at the rocket, and I have not seen her since.

Why didn’t you take the photograph? I am in a very nice mood, Watson. Let the king go to her to take that photograph. Besides, the servant always watched me. Good evening, mister Holmes. Good evening.

A letter for you. But… I’ve heard that voice before. ”My dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes, You really did it very well. You took me in completely. I am an actress and I like amusements. Your client may rest in peace.

I love and am loved by a better man than he. I keep the photograph only to safeguard myself. I send a photograph which he might care to possess. Today we leave England for ever. I am happy that you witnessed our marriage.

Thank you again for such a performance. Very truly yours, Irene Norton, nee ADLER.” Have you got it? And yes and no. Here is it. But it’s not the photograph. – I know. – Irene Adler is married. Married? – When? – Yesterday.

But to whom? To an English lawyer named Norton. – But she could not love him. – I am in hopes that she does. And she does not lay claim to him. What a woman! She would be a great queen! Is it not a pity that she was not on my level? From what I have seen of the lady she seems indeed to be on a very different level.

Nothing could be more successful. I know that her word is inviolate. The photograph is now as safe as if it were in the fire. In what way I can reward you? Your Majesty has something which I should value even more highly.

You have but to name it. This photograph! Irene’s photograph! Certainly, if you wish it. To Mr. Sherlock Holmes esquire. The victory and the defeat, my friend. What a woman! What happened? The Baker Street irregulars have come.

Dreaming is over. Please, gentlemen. Got your message, sir and brought ’em on sharp. One, two, three, four, five, six. Three bob and a tanner for tickets. Hear the instructions. I want to find a steam launch called Diana.

It is lost in the river. White with two red streaks. Funnel black. I want one boy to be at Mordecai Smith’s landing-stage opposite Millbank to say if the boat comes back. – Is that all clear? – Yes, guv’nor.

The old scale of pay. A guinea to the boy who finds the boat. If the launch is above water they will find her. They can go every-where, see everything, overhear everyone. If ever man had an easy task, this of ours ought to be.

Wooden-legged men are not so common, but the other man must be absolutely unique. That other man again! Now, do consider the data. Like what? Everything we know. – Diminutive footmarks. – Toes never fettered by boots.

Great agility. Small poisoned darts. What do you make of all this? – A savage! – That is right, Watson. The Andaman Islands. Situated 340 miles to the north of Sumatra, in the Bay of Bengal. Moist climate, coral reefs, sharks.

Convict barracks. The aborigines of the Andaman Islands may is the smallest race on the earth. The average height is rather below four feet. They are a fierce, morose, and intractable people, though capable of forming most devoted friendships.

Mind you, most devoted friendships. We have to wait for the news from Wiggins. You can do what you will, but I must remain on guard. Then I shall run over to Camberwell and call upon Mrs. Cecil Forrester.

Mrs. Cecil Forrester? Women are never to be entirely trusted – not the best of them. If you are crossing the river you may as well return Toby, for I don’t think it is at all likely that we shall have any use for him now.

I will be back in two hours. Toby! An argument to the previous chapters. Toby, as a participator will correct me if I am wrong. I will start my story neither from your visit to Baker Street, dear Miss Morstan, nor from our trip to Thaddeus Sholto, where he told us about your father’s and his father’s deaths.

I guess, you told Mrs. Forrester about our trip to his brother Bartholomew Sholto. Trust me, he died of a horrible death. After that I took you home. On the way home I met this nice gentleman. Now I am talking about you, Toby.

When Toby and I came to the crime scene, we found a new character: Scotland Yard inspector Lestrade, who arrested everyone in the house except Sherlock Holmes, and Thaddeus Sholto was brought to trial on a charge of murder of his brother.

What? Thaddeus Sholto was arrested? Yes. But we know who are the real criminals. Do we, Toby? There are two of them and they have fabulous feet. One has a wooden stump, the other one has bare feet with a tarlike odor.

Three of us started chasing them. It was Sherlock Holmes, your humble servant and this dog, who, by the way, brought us to a large timber-yard. Yes, yes Toby. So, Toby brought us to the Thames. We know that criminals left on the steam launch Diana, which we will find soon.

We know that one of them is Jonathan Small, the other one is a savage from the Andaman Islands. It is a romance! An injured lady, half a million in treasure, a black cannibal, and a wooden-legged ruffian.

And two knight-errants to the rescue. Who can make the lady rich. It is for Mr. Thaddeus Sholto that I am anxious. Nothing else is of any consequence. He has behaved most kindly and honorably throughout.

It is our duty to clear him of this dreadful and unfounded charge. Holmes! – Mr. Sherlock Holmes has gone out? – No, sir. He has gone to his room. I am afraid for his health. Why so, Mrs. Hudson? After you was gone he walked and he walked, up and down, and up and down.

Then I heard him talking to himself and muttering and every time the bell rang out he came on the stairhead, with ‘What is that, Mrs. Hudson?’ What is that, Mrs. Hudson? Not what but who. This is Doctor Watson, my second lodger.

And I am going to buy some cooling medicine for you, Mr. Holmes. I am off down the river, Watson. I have been turning it over in my mind, and I think it is worth trying. Surely I can come with you, then? No, you can be much more useful, if you will remain here as my representative.

Act on your own judgment if any news should come. – Can I rely upon you? – Most certainly. Men sometimes speak funnily. When Dr. Watson was tellin me about his adventures in the east, he told me how a musket looked into his tent at the dead of night, and how he fired a double-barreled tiger cub at it.

Why did he say something like that, Mrs. Forrester? My dear girl, you live with me for such a long time that I can tell you that Dr. Watson is madly — Miss Morstan. I am not guilty. Mr. Sholto, have you been set free? I am completely innocent, Miss Morstan.

Here is the ”Standard”, read it. – I believe you. – No, read it. I don’t know who your friends are, Miss Morstan, but I am grateful to one of them, Mr. Holmes. He promised to release me and he did. I am here to thank you.

Mr. Lestrade from Scotland Yard– Please, do not read about Scotland Yard. I hate detectives. But Sherlock Holmes is a detective too. Is Dr. Watson a de… detective? No, but it is he whom you should thank.

– Good morning. – Good morning. – Mr. Sherlock Holmes is out. – Yes. I would wait. Come in. – Would you like cigars? – No. Don’t smoke in the morning. To drink something? A whisky, half a glass. Half a glass? Yes, a little.

You know my theory about this Norwood case? I remember that you expressed one. Well, I have been obliged to reconsider it. I had my net drawn tightly round Mr. Sholto, when pop he went through a hole in the middle of it.

And he left. He was able to prove an alibi which could not be shaken. He was never out of sight of someone– or other. So it could not be he who climbed over roofs and through trapdoors. It’s a very dark case.

Very dark case. Doctor Watson, my professional credit is at stake. I should be very glad of a little assistance. We all need help sometimes. Your friend Mr. Holmes is irregular in his methods, he makes mistakes sometimes, but, on the whole, I think he would have made a most promising officer.

I have had a wire from him this morning by which I understand that he has got some clue to this Sholto business. Here is his message. From Poplar at twelve o’clock. Go to Baker Street at once. If I have not returned, wait for me.

I am close on the track of the Sholto gang. You can come with us tonight if you want to be in at the finish. This sounds well. He has evidently picked up the scent again. What is it, my man? Is Mr. Sherlock Holmes here? No, but I am acting for him.

You can tell me any message you have for him. It was to him himself I was to tell it. Was it about Mordecai Smith’s boat? Yes. I knows well where it is. I knows where the men he is after are. I knows where the treasure is.

Then tell us. It was to him I was to tell it. Then you can leave us with your secrets! I will. I don’t care about the look of either of you, and I won’t tell a word. – You cannot scare us. – Sit down, man.

You have important information, and you must not walk off. Watson, come on. What? What methods you have in Scotland Yard. You rogue! What an actor! Those weak legs of yours are worth ten pound a week.

I thought I knew the glint of your eye, though. You didn’t get away from us so easily, you see. – You got my wire? – Yes, of course? That was what brought me here. How has your case prospered? Nothing.

I released two of my prisoners and no evidence against the other two. Never mind. We shall give you two others in the place of them. – I agree. – Great. Then, in the first place I shall want, a fast police-boat – a steam launch – to be at the Westminster Stairs at seven o’clock.

That is easily managed. – There is more. – Yes. Then I shall want two staunch men in case of resistance. There will be two or three in the boat. Great. When we secure the men we shall get the treasure.

It would be a pleasure to my friend here to take the box round to the young lady. to open it. It would be a great pleasure to me. Rather an irregular proceeding, Mister Holmes. Half of it rightfully belongs to her, However, the whole thing is irregular, and I suppose we must wink at it.

Perfectly. Is there anything else? Only that I insist upon your dining with us. I have oysters and a brace of grouse, with something a little choice in white wines. You are not only a theorist. Is there anything to mark it as a police-boat? Yes, that green lamp at the side.

Then take it off. Take the lamp off! Cast off! Full speed ahead! We ought to be able to catch anything on the river. There are not many launches to beat us. I would have a body of police in Jacobson’s Yard and arrested them when they came down.

This man Small is a pretty shrewd fellow. He would send a scout on ahead. If anything made him suspicious he would lie snug for another week. But you might have stuck to Smith, and so been led to their hiding-place.

In that case I should have wasted my day. I think that Smith doesn’t know where they live. As long as he has liquor and good pay, why should he ask questions? I think you are right. Stop! That is Jacobson’s Yard.

Suppose we go downstream a short way and lie in wait for them. We have no right to take anything for granted. It is certainly ten to one that they go downstream, but we cannot be certain. From this point we can see the entrance of the yard, and they can hardly see us.

I can see my man. But I don’t see a handkerchief. There is a handkerchief, Holmes, it is your boy. Full speed ahead! Cast off! Full speed! Full speed! – I doubt if we shall catch her. – Heap it on, stokers! We cannot catch them! – I think we gain a little.

– I am sure of it. We shall be up with her in a very few minutes. In the Queen’s name stop it! You need the treasure? Get it! Fire if he raises his hand. Got him! Devil! Thank God! We were hardly quick enough with our pistols.

Well, Jonathan Small, I am sorry that it has come to this. And so am I, sir. I give you my word on the book that I never raised hand against Mr. Sholto. It was that little hell-hound Tonga, who shot one of his cursed darts into him.

I had no part in it, sir. You had best take a pull out of my flask, for you are very wet. Quite a family party. I think we may all congratulate each other. How could you expect so small and weak a man as this black fellow to overpower Mr.

Sholto and hold him while you were climbing the rope? You seem to know as much about it as if you were there, sir. If it had been the old major I would have swung for him with a light heart. I would have thought no more of knifing him than of smoking this cigar.

But it’s cursed hard that I should be lagged over this young Sholto, with whom I had no quarrel whatever. I think I can prove that the man was dead before ever you reached the room. I will prove it. That he was, sir.

Though how you kept on it is more than I can tell. I don’t feel no malice against you for it. But it does seem a queer thing. I, who have a fair claim to half a million of money, should spend the first half of my life building a breakwater in the Andamans, and am like to spend the other half digging drains at Dartmoor.

It was an evil day for me when first I clapped eyes upon the merchant Achmet and had to do with the Agra treasure, which never brought anything but a curse. To him it brought murder, to Major Sholto it brought fear and guilt, to me it has meant slavery for life.

We will be at Vauxhall Bridge presently and shall land you, Dr. Watson, with the treasure-box. I need hardly tell you that I am taking a responsibility upon myself in doing this, but of course an agreement is an agreement.

I must, however, as a matter of duty, send an inspector with you, since you have so valuable a charge. You will drive, no doubt? Yes. It is a pity there is no key, that we may make an inventory first.

Where is the key, my man? At the bottom of the river. What happened? What news have you brought me? I have brought something better than news. I have brought you something which is worth all the news in the world.

I have brought you a fortune. Is that the treasure then? Yes. This is the great Agra treasure. Half of it is yours and half is Thaddeus Sholto’s. You will have a couple of hundred thousand each. An annuity of ten thousand pounds.

There will be few richer young ladies in England. Is it not glorious? If I have it, I owe it to you. No, no, not to me but to my friend Sherlock Holmes. With all the will in the world, I could never have followed up-a clue which has taxed even his analytical genius.

As it was, we very nearly lost it at the last moment. It is a shock to me to know that I had placed my friends in such horrible peril. That is all over. It was nothing. I got leave to bring it with me.

It would interest you to be the first to see it. What a pretty box! This is Indian work, I suppose? Yes, it is Benares metal-work. And so heavy! – Where is the key? – Small threw it into the Thames. I must borrow Mrs.

Forrester’s poker. The treasure is lost. Thank God! Why do you say that? Because I love you, Mary, as truly as ever a man loved a woman. But this treasure, these riches, sealed my lips. Now that they are gone I can tell you how I love you.

That is why I said, ‘Thank God.’ Then I say ‘Thank God,’ too. The Doctor is being brought. What is going on, Doctor Watson? I am arrested. This gentleman stole the treasure. Here is the box, but it is empty.

It became empty when the gentleman was in the house. I was at the porch. You disappointed me! And you, dear theoretic! It is a lie. Where is the treasure then? Where? – This is your doing, Small? – Yes.

I have put it away where you shall never lay hand upon it. No living man has any right to it, unless it is three men who are in the Andaman convict-barracks and myself. I have acted all through for them as much as for myself.

It’s been the sign of four with us always. They would throw the treasure into the Thames rather than let it go to kith or kin of Sholto or Morstan. You’ll find the treasure where the key is and where little Tonga is.

When I saw that your launch must catch us, I put the loot away in a safe place. You are deceiving us, Small? If you had wished to throw the treasure it would have been easier for you to have thrown box and all.

Holmes? Easier for me to throw and easier for you to recover. The man that was clever enough to hunt me down could pick an iron box from the river. Now that they are scattered over five miles or so, it may be a harder job.

This is a very serious matter, Small. If you had helped justice, instead of thwarting it in this way, you would have had a better chance at your trial. Yes, yes. Justice? Where is the justice that I should give it up to those who have never earned it? Twenty long years in that fever-ridden swamp, all day at work under the mangrove-tree, all night chained up in the filthy convict-huts.

That was how I earned the Agra treasure. I would rather swing a score of times, than live in a convict’s cell and feel that another man is in a palace with the money that should be mine. I think we should send him to a safe place, Mr.

Holmes. There is a four-wheeler and two policemen outside. I am very grateful to you and your friend for your help. And your presence in court is obligatory. Get up. Quick! Good luck, gentlemen. You first, Small, I’ll take particular care that you don’t club me with your wooden leg.

Quickly! Quickly! What about me? Ah, yes, I’m sorry. Your hands. Down. A real savage! The Times was very wrong when they said that he is the best detective. Miss Morstan has done me the honor to accept me as a husband in prospective.

I feared as much. Have you any reason to be dissatisfied with my choice? Not at all. I think she is one of the most charming young ladies. But love is an emotional thing, which is opposed to cold reason.

It is obvious, my friend. I should never marry myself, lest I bias my judgment. I trust that my judgment may survive the ordeal. No, my dear friend, I’m afraid that it was the last time, when you studied my deductive theory.

I will come back! The division seems rather unfair. You have done all the work in this business. Doctor Watson gets a wife out of it. Lestrade gets the credit. Pray what remains for you? – Mr. Victor Hatherley? – Yes.

– Hydraulic engineer? – Yes. Colonel Lysander Stark. Thank you for your responding on such short notice. You have been recommended to me, Mr. Hatherley, as being a man who is discreet and capable of keeping a secret.

May I ask who it was who gave me so good a recommendation? Perhaps it’s better that I should not tell you that just now. I have a proposition for you. But absolute secrecy is quite essential – absolute secrecy.

Do you promise? If I promise to keep a secret, you may absolutely depend upon my doing so. How would fifty guineas for a night’s work suit you? Quite. I said a night’s work, but an hour’s would be nearer the mark.

I simply want your opinion about a hydraulic stamping machine which has got broken. If you can just detect the cause of it we could fix it ourselves. Our little place is quite out in the country. It is a good seven miles from Eyford Station.

Then I can’t make it to the last train. I’ll have to stay overnight. Yes. That’s why we offer such a generous pay to you, a young and unknown, when we could have hired the best experts. It’s a lot of money, of course.

I should like, however, to understand a little more clearly what it is that you wish me to do. I suppose you are aware that fuller’s-earth is a valuable product, and that it is only found in one or two places in England.

I have heard about it. Some time ago I bought a small piece of land Where a deposit of fuller’s-earth was discovered. It turned out to be a link between two much larger deposits to the right and left, both of them, however,happen to be on my neighbour’s lands.

A couple of my friends suggested that we should quietly and secretly work on our own little deposit so we’d make enough money to buy the neighbouring fields. We guard our secret very jealously. If anybody finds out that we hired a hydraulic engineer it would soon lead to inquiries, and then,any chance of carrying out our plans would be lost.

I hope that I make it all plain enough? The only point which I could not quite understand was what use you could make of a hydraulic press in excavating fuller’s-earth, which, as I understand, is dug out like gravel from a pit.

We have our own process. We compress the fuller’s-earth into bricks, so as to remove them without revealing what they really are. Wait in this room for a few minutes, please. I won’t be long. You have no business being here.

I’m leaving, and so should you. Go! Right now! For the love of God! Get away from here before it is too late! Perhaps we had better get down to business. Mr. Ferguson is my secretary and manager. We will take you up to see the machine.

You dig fuller’s-earth here, in the house? – In the house? – No, no! We only compress it here. We just want you to examine the machine and to let us know what is wrong with it. Ferguson, take the lamp.

This is the inside of the press. The ceiling of this small chamber is the end of the descending piston, and it comes down with the force of many tons upon this metal floor. Dear Ferguson, I believe, the young man is familiar with the workings of the hydraulic press.

The machine still works, but there seems to be some trouble that prevents it from working in its full capacity. There was a small leakage. One of the rubber bands had shrunk. It happened because of this small thing? This caused the problem.

How can we fix it? We can order it from London. It has to be replaced. What are you doing there? I was admiring your fuller’s-earth. I think I’d be able to advise you better if I knew the exact purpose for which yor press was used.

Very well. You shall know all about it. Hello! Colonel! Let me out! I swear, I’ll tell no one! Colonel! I saw nothing! I beg you, Colonel! You misunderstood me! Colonel! Let me out! Colonel! Let me out! Come! come! They will be here in a moment.

They will see that you are not there. Come! Come! Come! Here is the window. It is high, but that’s your only chance. Helga! Helga! – Good morning, Mrs. Watson! – Good morning! I brought a patient to the doctor.

– Good morning! – Hello! – Come in, please! – Thank you! – Good bye! – Good bye! Good bye. Thank you. Good bye! John! John! John! John, you’ve got another patient! The beginning of the 20th century was marked for the British with the war and Queen Victoria’s death.

This is when the old England ceased to exist. Scotland Yard policemen and London criminals have armed themselves with electricity, telephones, automobiles and airplanes, and went about their business in the new century.

Sherlock Holmes who considered himself too old-fashioned for the new era, retired and left London for the small farm at Sussex. Doctor Watson concentrated on his the medical practice. That was the end of THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DR.

WATSON By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Sherlock Holmes VASILIY LIVANOV Dr. Watson VITALIY SOLOMIN The Twentieth Century Begins Part One We haven’t seen each other since your return from your American trip. That’s right! – Watson! – Holmes! I can’t get used to your beard.

I, my friend, can’t get used to the fact that the telegram about your arrival comes 30 minutes before you show up. I can’t get ready to meet you. And I don’t know whom I should blame: the slow work of the post office or the speed of your car.

Come on in! Relax, my friend, you’ve had a long trip. I see you have been to Turkish baths. My rheumatism has been acting up these last few days. A Turkish bath is what we call an alterative medicine– But, damn! – How did you manage to find that out? – It’s elementary, Watson! You are in the habit of tying your boot laces in a certain way.

Today you tied them with an elaborate double bow, which is not your usual method. This is what I thought: You have, therefore,taken them off somewhere. Who has tied them? It is unlikely that it is your wife or the boot repair man, since your boots are brand new.

Well, what’s left? The bath boy. Yes, Holmes, I wanted to tell you a story, which I heard from a patient of mine. Excuse me. I have to leave you, Watson, for a while. My neighbor, mister Von Bork has arrived.

He usually buys honey from me. How much honey do you want? Two pounds. The radiator that you gave me last time was a perfect match. Now I need an oil pump and the filters. I need to go to London for that.

I have already called for my friend with a car. – He’s a mechanic, too? – Of course, he is. – Is that his car outside? – It is. Here is your honey. – How much? – Never mind. – No, really? – Three shillings.

Just a minute! It seems I only have bills. – No, I found two coins. – It’s enough for me. No, here is the third one. Goodbye. Why did you tell him that I am a mechanic? If I had told him you are Doctor Watson, he would have asked thousands of questions.

You are a popular writer, my friend. Then I would have had to tell him my real name. But I prefer to be known as a beekeeper here. But what do a pump and filters have to do with it? It’s just a favor for a good neighbor.

By the way, Watson, have you ever seen a fake shilling? Von Bork just paid with it. Why didn’t you give it back if you knew it was fake? I didn’t want to upset a good man. What a beautiful thing! I can’t spot any difference between this and that the sort of His Majesty George the Fifth produces.

Except one thing. It’s a counterfeit. It’s such a pity, Holmes that you abandoned your fight against the criminal world of London, and left it for Scotland Yard to deal with. You know, by the way, Lestrade has retired.

Yes, I heard about it. So here is the story which my patient told me. He is a young and handsome hydraulic engineer, who lost his left thumb under some dramatic circumstances. Excuse me. Yes, sir? When did this beautiful house burn down? Four days ago, sir.

Here is the house where you were, Mr Hatherley. This one? No, that house was several miles away from the station. When we were getting into the car, it was very clean. And when we finally arrived, it was quite dirty.

I noticed that. Of course, it was clean before. It became dirty after 30 minutes of driving through potholes around this house. Why didn’t you tell me that this house had burnt down? I didn’t know it had.

Well, it’s interesting. It was your oil lamp which, when it was crushed inside the press, set fire to the wooden walls, and they were too distracted by the chase to notice. Here it is. “Krupp. Dresden”.

I think they have used the machine to make something covered with amalgam, which you said looked like silver. What could it be? There was a cart here. They loaded boxes. Heavy ones. About 250 pounds each.

Three men worked here. A carthorse. My old friend! An well made fake shilling. We don’t understand you, Mycroft. I made it through 42 minutes. This is enough to survive the gas attack. Your participation in this case and it’s excellent outcome was well-timed.

Why do you think there was an excellent outcome? A missing link in the chain of pieces of evidence was found. German empire is producing a counterfeit currency in Great Britain. There are many exhibits like this in the State Treasury already.

Now we can without any hesitation give an order to start producing counterfeit currency in Germany. In order to balance the warp in our economy, by causing a warp in the German economy. Maybe Hatherley was wrong thinking that the counterfeiter was German? That’s right.

Holmes is speaking. As admiral County informed us, the Siam population this spring was 3 million 220 thousand 76 people. At the stable annual increase of the population, which is 3.216%, I calculated roughly that by today the increase of the population has been 42 thousand 250 or 260 people.

Bernard, it’s OK. 254. Hello, Sherlock, hello, my boy. We do not know anything yet, but you are already drawing conclusions concerning our foreign policy. I shall invite our Prime Minister here Lord Bellinger.

So that your friend and you… Hello, Watson! Could read a classified letter, which we received yesterday. Just a minute! He answers. The letter has disappeared. It is too early for you to retire. The destiny of your country depends on it.

You must meet the Prime Minister. In private. Police cannot be involved. Where can you meet him? Baker street, 221 B. A little piece of brotherly advice to you, Sherlock. Since you are going to deal with politicians,not criminals, trust no one.

Not a single word! My brother Mycroft is the most indispensable man in the country. You can never be sure whether he just works for the government or that he IS the British government. But what about the king? Neither him,nor his late grandmother,Queen Victoria took a step without Mycroft Holmes’advice.

Good afternoon, gentlemen! How can I help you? Good afternoon! Good afternoon! Can we come in? Certainly! Please, gentlemen! We used to live in this house. And today we have a meeting here. Can we use the sitting room for this? According to the wishes of the former owner of this house, gentlemen, this is the only room, which wasn’t sold over to our company.

Mrs. Hudson intended to create a museum here in the memory of a historical person of the Good Old England whom you gentlemen probably know little about. Holmes. Oh yes, Mr Holmes. That’s the name. We still receive letters, addressed to him, with requests and cries for help.

I assume, Mr Holmes was a quite an influential businessman, who– – Excuse me, mister– – Smith. Very well, Mr Smith. My friend and I will stay here for a while as the exhibits of the future museum. May I introduce my friend, doctor Watson.

Nice to meet you,sir. Please bring all the mail, which was addressed to me. Yes, sir. It was when you were thought to have perished in Switzerland that Mrs. Hudson and I were mourning over you and she decided to create your museum here.

Why only mine? You are trying to keep yourself out? No way. You’re an old smelly relic just like me,Watson. Lord Bellinger, the Prime Minister of Great Britain and Trelawney Hope, Secretary of Foreign Affairs wish to see you,sir.

Shall I let them in? – Please do. – Yes, sir. Mister Holmes? Please. Please. Doctor Watson, my friend and my colleague. The document in question is of such immense importance that its publication might very easily lead to an international conflict.

Unless its recovery can be attended with the utmost secrecy, then it may as well not be recovered at all, due to the nature of the information the letter contains. Tell me exactly the circumstances under which this document disappeared.

The letter was received six days ago. It was of such importance that I have never left it in my safe, instead I have taken it home each evening to my house in Whitehall Terrace, and kept it in my bedroom in a locked wooden case.

It was there last night. Of that I am certain. This morning it was gone. Mister Holmes! The wooden case was on the dressing table,next to my bed all night. I am a light sleeper, and so is my wife. We are both prepared to swear that no one could have entered.

What time did you dine? Half-past seven. – When did you go to bed? – It was half-past eleven. My wife had gone to the theatre. I waited for her. It was half-past eleven when we went to our bedroom. Surely your wife knew about this letter? No, sir.

I had said nothing to my wife until I found it missing this morning. I have long known, sir, how great your sense of public duty is. I am convinced that in the case of a such importance your dedicaton to your work and your country is beyond any doubt.

Now, sir, I must ask you more particularly what this document is, and why its disappearance should have such momentous consequences? Mr. Holmes, the envelope is a long, thin one of pale blue colour. There is a seal of red wax stamped with a crouching lion.

The address was in large, bold handwriting. I fear, sir, that as interesting and indeed,important as these details are, my inquiries are aimed at the content of the document. What was the letter about? That is a classified information.

If by the aid of the powers which you are said to possess you can find envelope as I described with its contents, you will have served well for your country, and will receive any reward which lies in my power to bestow.

I regret exceedingly that I cannot help you in this matter, and any continuation of this meeting would be a waste of time for all parties involved. I am not accustomed, sir– I agree with you. Allright, I will tell you, relying entirely upon your honor and that of your colleague, Dr.

Watson. I appeal to your patriotism, gentlemen. You may trust us,sir. The letter is from a certain foreign monarch who has been troubled by some recent developments in our colonies. It has been written in a heat of the moment.

Inquiries have shown that his ministers know nothing of the matter. The manner in which it was written and certain phrases in it are of so provocative a character, that its publication would lead to a public uproar in England.

Even more than that. I’m confident that within a week of the publication of the letter our country may find itself involved in a big war. Yes. It was him. Exactly. It is this letter, which may well mean the loss of millions of pounds and the lives of hundreds of thousands of men, that has been lost in this mysterious fashion.

As we speak It is probably well on its way at a speed of a steamboat. Now, Mr. Holmes,what course of action do you recommend? Let’s consider the facts. Most likely it was taken last night,between seven thirty and eleven thirty, when the case wasn’t watched.

Now, sir, if a document of such importance was stolen this long ago, where can it be by now? It is, probably, beyond our reach. You think, sir, that unless this document is recovered there will be a war? I think it is a very probable outcome.

Then, sir, prepare for war. Those are cruel words. Should there be any fresh developments we shall communicate with you, mister Holmes, and you will no doubt let us know the results of your own investigation.

The situation is desperate. – Your mail, sir! – Thank you, Smith. Put it somewhere. There are only three people capable of playing so bold a game They are Oberstein, La Rothiere, and Eduardo Lucas. I will have to see all three of them.

Is it Eduardo Lucas of Godolphin Street? You won’t see him. – Why not? – “Murder in Westminster”. Mr. Eduardo Lucas, well known in society circles on account of his charming personality, was a single man, thirty four years of age.

He had been stabbed to death. The murder weapon was a curved Indian dagger, taken from a collection of Oriental weapons which adorned one of the house walls. It is an amazing coincidence. A coincidence? No, my dear Watson, the two events are connected.

There’s no doubt about it. It is for us to find that connection. But now the police will know everything. They know all that they see at Godolphin Street. They know nothing of the Whitehall Terrace. Only we know of both events.

There is one obvious point which would, in any case, made Lucas a prime suspect. Godolphin Street, Westminster, is only a few minutes’ walk from the Whitehall Terrace. The other secret agents I have named live at the far West End.

A small detail, which may prove essential. Mister Holmes! A very attractive and noble lady wishes to see you. Who can it be? Lady Hilda Trelawney Hope. Good afternoon, gentlemen! – Good afternoon, milady! – Good afternoon! Has my husband been here, Mr.

Holmes? – Yes, madam. Have a seat, please. – Thank you. I implore you not to tell him that I was here. Your ladyship places me in a very delicate position. I cannot make any unconditional promises. Mr.

Holmes, I will speak frankly with you. There is complete confidence between my husband and me on all matters, save one. That one is politics. Now, I am aware that there was a most deplorable occurrence in our house last night.

I know that a document has disappeared. But because the matter has to do with politics my husband refuses to take me into his complete confidence. Now it is essential that I should thoroughly understand it.

You are the only other person, besides these politicians, who knows the truth. I beg you, Mr. Holmes, to tell me exactly what has happened and what it may lead to. Madam, what you ask of me is impossible.

You must understand, madam. If your husband thinks fit to keep you in the dark over this matter, is it for us, who have only learned the true facts under the pledge of secrecy, to tell what he chose to withhold? You can’t ask that.

It is him whom you should ask. I did. You are my only hope. But without your telling me anything definite, Mr. Holmes, you may do a great service if you would enlighten me on one point. What is it, madam? Is my husband’s political career likely to suffer because of this incident? Well, madam, unless the matter in question is set right it may certainly have a very unfortunate effect.

What consequences? Madam, once again you ask me more than I can possibly answer. Then I will take up no more of your time. I cannot blame you, Mr. Holmes, for having refused to speak more freely, and I hope you Dr.

Watson will not think badly of me because of my desire, even against my husband’s will, to try and help him. Once more, I beg of you to say nothing of my visit. Now, Watson, the fair sex is your department.

What do you make of this lady’s visit? What did she really want? Surely her intentions are clear. Yes. Her anxiety was very natural. Remember that she comes from a social class of people who know how to hide their feelings.

She was extremely worried. She tried to assure us she acted in her husband’s best interests so she should know everything. What does it all mean? Have you noticed, Watson, how she manoeuvred to position herself away froom the light.

She did not wish us to read her face expression. I don’t think it was intentional. The motives of women are so hard to decipher. You remember the woman at Margate whom I suspected for the same reason.

It turned out, she was worried she forgot to apply makeup to her nose. How can you build any logical conclusions on such a material? Glad to see you after such a long time. – Hello! – Hello! Tell me, Lestrade, you are now an honorable retiree.

How did you get involved in this case? I help out my young colleague. Meet Inspector Pitkin. – What brings you here? – I used to know the owner of this house, and Doctor Watson and I decided to have a look at the crime scene.

Go ahead,then. Inspector Pitkin, report properly what we have found here. Properly! Eduardo Lucas was a remarkable linguist and a writer. He was a keen student of international politics,intrigues and gossip, which is demonstrated in his papers, that were carefully examined.

It also appears that his relations with women have been promiscuous but superficial, His personal belongings seem to remain in place. None of the valuable possessions have been taken. Here is the photographic portrait of Eduardo Lucas, which we enlarged in Scotland Yard using a svetotype method.

In order to– Now tell us about the lady’s picture. OK, here is the lady. Mrs. Henry Furnier, occupying a small villa in the Rue Austerlitz, Paris. The French police have discovered that Mrs Henry Furnier has just returned from her trip to London.

And now she is in confined to a mental institution She has developed a mania of a dangerous and permanent form. A comparison of photographs has proved conclusively that Mr. Henri Furnier and Eduardo Lucas were the same person, and that the deceased had lived a double, and maybe even triple life in London, Berlin and Paris.

He was killed by his wife in an attack of jealousy, but they cannot prosecute her according to the article 12746 of the British law codex as being mentally ill. – Is that it? – Yes. It is a sure thing, Holmes.

How do you like our new generation of detectives? Please. Everything is clear, as you can see. She tracked him. She knocked at the door. He let her in, couldn’t keep her in the street. The scene of jealousy was terrible.

She was so– Everything was– The chairs were thrown around Lucas was probably holding a chair up He was kind of protecting himself. And then she stabbed him and Lukas falls on the carpet. He must have lost a lot of blood.

Look, Watson. That’s odd. You see that stain on the carpet? Well, a great deal should have seeped through, must it not? How did that happen, Watson? How did that happen, inspector? How did that happen, Pitkin? We didn’t touch anything here.

When the body was discovered we were very careful to keep things in their position. Officer in charge was here day and night. I am sure there is a logical explanation for this. I think, we’ll find the stain.

We’ll find it? Where? Here it is. If we put the carpet this way the stains lie above each other. Who moved the carpet, and why? Tell me, Inspector, that constable in the corridor has been present here the whole time? – Yes! – Yes.

Well, take my advice. Interrogate him carefully. You’ll be more likely to get a confession out of him one on one. Ask him how he dared to allow somebody inside here. Tell him you know someone has been here.

Press him. Tell him that a full confession is his only chance for forgiveness. I’ll get it out of him! Pitkin, follow me! Watson, close the door! Hurry! It’s empty. He confessed. McPherson,let these gentlemen hear of your most inexcusable conduct.

I meant no harm, sir, I assure you. A young lady came around here last evening. Mistook the house, she said. And then we started talking. You get bored when you’re on duty here all day. She just wanted to see where the crime was commited.

Had read about it in the papers, she said. She was a very respectable, well-spoken young woman, and I saw no harm in letting her have a peep. When she saw that blood stain on the carpet, she fainted and fell on the floor.

I ran to the back to get her some water, but by the time I had returned, the young woman was gone. Let it be a lesson to you, Mcpherson that you can’t deceive your superiors. What can I do for you, gentlemen? We wish to see Lady Hilda Trelawney Hope.

Mr Holmes This is most unfair of you. I wished, as I have explained, to keep my visit to you a secret. Or maybe you, Doctor Watson, are intending to study the life of the high society, and then write about it in your stories.

– I’m sorry, madam, but– – Unfortunately, madam, I had no other alternative. I have been commissioned to recover this immensely important document. I must therefore ask you, madam, to hand it to me. You’re insulting me, Mr.

Holmes. Come, come, madam, it is of no use. Give up the letter,please. – The butler shall show you out. – Madam! If you ring, then all my earnest efforts to avoid a scandal will be wasted. Give up the letter and all will be set right.

If you tell me the truth, I may be able to help you. Otherwise, I’ll have to expose you. I’m sorry, madam. You are trying to intimidate me. It is very unbecoming, gentlemen, to come here and treat a lady in this manner.

I know of your visit to Eduardo Lucas, of your giving him this document, of your return to his house last night, and the ruse you used to retrieve the letter from the hiding place under the carpet. You will feel much better if you sit down.

– You are mad, Mr. Holmes. – Sit down, madam. He will not speak until you sit down. – I am telling you this as a doctor. – Thank you. The policeman has recognized you. I insist, that you are under some absurd illusion.

Is Mr. Trelawney Hope at home? He is expected, sir, any minute now. Very well. We shall wait. Oh, spare me, Mr. Holmes! Spare me! Don’t tell him! Give me the letter. It is there. Here it is. I wish to Heaven I had never seen it! Well.

How can we return it? Elementary,Holmes We need to put it back in the wooden case. Simply brilliant. Bravo, Watson! – Where is the case? – In the bedroom. Quick, madam, bring it here! I hope, Watson, that you will never write about this case, where we didn’t exactly demonstrate quickness of wit.

You did,actually. No, the circumstances were always ahead of us. We were like two rolling billiard balls on our way to the pocket. – How did you open it before? – I took the key from my husband. He didn’t know about it, though.

That’s not good. – Do you have a hairpin? – Yes. Give it to me, please. Here it is. Sometimes, with just a hairpin you can learn secrets of the state. Please! So, my friend, Doctor Watson decided not to write any stories about you.

Maybe only poetry. I have never written any poetry, even when I was courting Mrs. Watson. You should have done that, my friend. I am very grateful to you, mister Holmes. How much do I owe you? Lady Hilda,we are taking a big risk covering up your conduct in the case.

As a reward,you must tell me why you did that. Eduardo Lucas pursued me for a long time. Ever since the time when my husband was an envoy in Berlin. I was careless enough to receive him at my place on several occasions.

My husband knew him very well, too. The last favor that I did for him in Germany was purchasing of some hydraulic press in my name which was somehow secretly sent to England. Several days ago Lucas has come to London, where we met at his insistence.

Lucas threatened to name me as a German spy, disgrace me in public, and publish all letters we exchanged unless I bring him a certain document he described. It was that letter. Lucas assured me that no harm would come to my husband as a result and it would even reduce the tension in my spouse’s business affairs.

Put yourself in my position, Mr. Holmes! What was I to do? Tell your husband everything. I could not, Mr. Holmes, I could not! So I committed a theft. I used my husband’s keys to open the case, stole the letter, and took it to Godolphin Street.

What happened there, madam? As he let me in , I left the door open behind me, for I feared to be alone with the man. I remember seeing a woman standing outside the house as I entered. I handed him the document.

Lucas gave me the documents, concerning the purchase of the press and our letters. At this instant there was a sound at the door. I heard steps in the corridor. Lucas quickly lifted the carpet, and put the document into some hiding place there What happened after, was like some nightmare.

I still remember a woman’s face and her voice, when she screamed in German: “My waiting was not in vain. At last, I have found you with her!” I saw him with a chair in his hand, a knife gleamed in hers.

I ran from the house, and only next morning I learned of the murder from the papers. I was watching the Lucas place for a while thinking of ways to retrieve the letter. Last night I managed to get it back.

You already know how it happened. I brought it back with me, and thought of destroying it… Dear God, I hear my husband’s steps at the stairs! Madam! Mister Holmes! Any news, Mr. Holmes? Yes, and they’re quite good.

Thank heaven! The Prime Minister is having lunch with us. He has nerves of steel, and yet I know that he has hardly slept since this terrible event. Jacobs, will you ask the Prime Minister to come up? Mr Holmes, Dr Watson,my wife Lady Hilda Trelawney Hope.

I fear that this is a matter of politics,darling. We will join you in a few minutes. In the dining room. – Mister Holmes! – The Prime Minister of Great Britain, sir Thomas Bellinger. Sir,I have investigated the matter at every possible angle, and I came to believe that there is absolutely no reason to be worried.

But that is not enough, Mr. Holmes. We cannot live on the top of a volcano. Thank you. We must know for certain. Sit down, gentlemen. The more I think of the case, the more convinced I am that the letter has never left this house.

Mr. Holmes! If it had, it would certainly have been made public by now. But why should anyone steal it and then hide it in the very same house? I am not convinced that anyone did steal it. Then how could it leave the case? I am not convinced that it ever did leave the case.

Gentlemen,this joking is very ill-timed. You have my assurance that it’s not in it. Surely, it is easy to find out. Let us have the case brought in. Jacobs! Bring here my wooden case from the bedroom.

This is a farcical waste of time, but if nothing else will satisfy you, it shall be done. Have you examined the case since then? No. It was not necessary. You could possibly have overlooked it. Who knows? I presume, there are other papers there.

– It may have got mixed with them. – It was on the top. Someone may have shaken the case and displaced it. No! No! I have checked everything! Thank you, Jacobs, put it here. You may go. Here it is, gentlemen.

And this is the key. These are the papers, as you see. Letter from Lord Merrow. Report from Sir Charles Hardy. Memorandum from Belgrade. Note on the Russian-German grain taxes. Letter from Madrid. Note from Lord Flowers.

Good heavens! What is this? Lord Bellinger! This is the envelope. And the letter is intact. – Hope, I congratulate you. – Thank you! Thank you! What a weight off my shoulders! I always believed in you, Hope! Where is my wife? I must tell her that all is well.

Go ahead. Hilda! Hilda! Mister Holmes! Are you absolutely sure this letter never left the box? I am sure that this case is closed. And I would never dare, Prime Minister, to waste your precious time with tales about my professional secrets.

Not only you, politicians, have secrets. We, detectives, have them, too. Thank you,gentlemen. The company of the royal field engineers was here, and they have installed a portable telephone. Here it is, Mr Holmes.

No mail during the last few days. A young man with a bandaged hand came by. Here is his business card. Hydraulic Engineer Victor Hatherley. He brought you this newspaper, and asked me to show you these photographs in the crime section,of Mr.

Lucas and Mrs. Furnier, and asked me to tell you: “It is them!” That is all, Mr Holmes. What would you like me to do next? Bacon and eggs for me and Doctor Watson. – Yes, sir! – And, Smith! Yes? Teach me how to use this thing.

I can do it. Go on, Smith, We’re very hungry. Yes, sir! Hold it! The central. The central! Mycroft Holmes’ residence, please. They say that he is at the Palace. The Palace, please. Mycroft! Mycroft! The day has passed in vain.

Watson and I haven’t had much to do today. No, the letter was in the case. Hatherley found the counterfeiters all by himself in the “Sunday Times.” Doctor Watson and I,we cannot go back to the good old days.

No, I am going back to the country. I will come by your place to pick up the oil pump and the filters for my neighbor in Sussex. Please, baron! Missed! As far as I can tell from the recent trend of events, you will probably be back in Berlin within a week.

When you get there, my dear Von Bork, I think you will be surprised at the welcome you will receive. I happen to know what is thought at the highest quarters of your work in this country. English are not very hard to deceive.

It was a great idea, my dear Von Bork, to pose as a sportsman– No, no, it’s not a ruse at all. I am a born sportsman. Well, that makes it even more effective. I have even heard that you practice boxing with the young Eglish officers.

Wonderful. As a result,nobody takes you very seriously. You are a ‘good old sport,’ ‘quite a decent fellow for a German.’ And this whole time this quiet country house of yours is the source of half the mischief in England, and the sporting squire happens to be the best secret agent in Europe.

You’re a genius, my dear Von Bork, a genius! You flatter me, Baron. Although I can certainly claim that six years I spent in this country have not been unproductive. I’ve never shown you my little stash.

Would you mind stepping in for a moment? Some of my papers have already been transferred. My wife took the less important documents with her. She and the household left yesterday for Flissingham. I count on the embassy to guard the rest.

Your name has already been added as a staff member. Of course,you never know. We may have to stay. If England leaves France to her fate. We know for a fact that there is no binding treaty between them.

And Belgium? Yes, and Belgium, too. – But the country’s pride? – My dear Von Bork, we live in a utilitarian age. Everything can be bought and sold. Honor is a medieval conception. Besides, England is not ready.

I should think they would be wiser to fight with allies rather than alone. This week will decide the fate of this country. Look! “The Channel”, “Forts”, “Ireland”. “Submarines”, “Airplanes”. Wonderful! And all in four years, Baron.

Not a bad show for the hard drinking country squire with a penchant for hunting. But the gem of my collection is still on its way and there is the setting, all ready for it. Naval Signals. You have a very impressive dossier here.

Outdated. Waste of paper. The Admiralty somehow got wind of the leak of information and every code has been changed. But! Thanks to my cheque book and the good old Altamont all will be well tonight. Please.

“All’s well. I’m bringing the new sparking plugs soon. Altamont.” Sparking plugs, huh? You see, he poses as a car mechanic and I have a full garage here. We created a code. Everything likely to come up in a report is named after some spare part.

If he talks of a radiator, it is a “battleship”, an “oil pump” means a cruiser, and so on. “Sparking plugs” are naval signals. They are useful, these traitors, but I dread paying them their ‘thirty golden coins’.

He is not a traitor at all. I assure you that our most patriotic Germans have nothing on this Irish American when it comes to how they feel towards England. So he’s an Irish American? Yes. He is a touchy fellow and needs humouring on occasion.

He can be quite difficult, I assure you. Alas, I have to go. I need to get back to London early. How still and peaceful it all seems. This all may change in a matter of one week. If our contact comes up with necessary information The sky will look different,too.

Who is that? That is Martha,our servant. My wife wanted to take her to Germany, but I decided to keep her here. You did? To me,she almost personifies Britain. With her complete self-absorption and general air of comfortable somnolence.

My dear Von Bork! Having won the battle against the greed and corruption of the new representatives of European high society, Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson saved the Great Britain from what seemed to be an inevitable war – the letter of the capricious monarch found its way back into the box, Holmes returned to his farm in Sussex.

Watson returned to to his patients. The times of the Good Old England faded from everybody’s memory. And so did… THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DR. WATSON By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Sherlock Holmes VASILIY LIVANOV Dr.

Watson VITALIY SOLOMIN The Twentieth Century Begins Part Two Come in, Watson. You have grown a beard again. Stay away from the window draft. Summer colds are always a little trying. How did you know? Don’t tell me it’s my shoes that gave me away again.

Of course, your shoes! The letter from your brother Mycroft. Your boots are new. You could not have had them more than a few weeks. The wingtips from what I can gather, are slightly burned. For a moment I thought they might have got wet and you burnt them while trying to get them dry next to a fireplace.

But near the instep there is a small circular wafer of paper with the shop’s hieroglyphics upon it. Moisture would, of course, have removed it. That could only mean hat you’ve been sitting with your feet outstretched to the fire, It hasn’t been raining in a while So you had a cold and were trying to keep yourself warm next to the fireplace.

– Who is Arthur Cadogan West? – I shall tell you on the way. My neighbor Bork came again for the honey. How much do you need this time? Only one pound. Did you manage to get sparking plugs? There’s been a bit of a snag.

A friend of mine promised me to take me to London today, and I am sure we will get everything resolved. One shilling. – So cheap? – It is a blue honey. Plus there is a discount for regular customers. So who is Arthur Cadogan West? He was a clerk at Woolwich Arsenal.

His dead body was discovered on the rails,but what train he was on and where he was going, we could not find out yet. His ticket, of course, would show that. There was no ticket in his pockets. No ticket! Maybe they didn’t find it? The press printed a list of his possessions.

His purse contained two pounds in cash plus a cheque book, through which his identity was established. There were also two theater tickets. and a small packet of some technical documentation. Well, let’s start investigating! It is a real crisis.

I have never seen HIM so upset. As for the Admiralty – it is buzzing like an overturned beehive. What were the technical papers? The plans of the Bruce-Partington submarine. Surely you have heard of it? – Bruce-Partington? – Never.

Right! It has been the most jealously guarded of all government secrets. Naval warfare becomes impossible within the radius of a Bruce-Partington’s operation. Two years ago a very large sum was paid in acquiring the rights to the invention.

The plans, which are exceedingly complex, comprise some thirty separate patents, each essential to the working of the whole system, and are kept in an elaborate safe in a confidential office adjoining the arsenal.

If the chief constructor of the Navy desired to consult them, even he’d be forced to go in person to the Woolwich office. And suddenly we find these papers in the pocket of a some dead junior clerk at the heart of London.

From the official point of view it’s simply unacceptable. But you have recovered them? Ten papers were stolen from the safe in Woolwich. There were only seven in Cadogan West’s pocket. The most essential three are gone.

Stolen, vanished. Sherlock! Forget everything else! Never mind your usual petty puzzles. It’s an international problem of massive proportions that you have to solve. Why did Cadogan West take the papers? How did he die? How did his body end up where it was found? Where are the missing documents? He took the papers to London to sell the secret, intending, no doubt, to have the plans back next morning before they were found missing.

While in London, on this mission of treason, he met his end. He was going back to Woolwich when he was killed and thrown out of the train car. Lestrade can tell you more. He represents Scotland Yard in this investigation.

The most disturbing piece of business, Sherlock. This is where the young man’s body laid. As you can see, the body could not have fallen from above, Therefore, it could only have come from a train, and the last train has passed about midnight on Monday.

Have the train cars been examined for any sign of violence? – No such signs were found. – None. And no ticket has been found on him. No record of a train car door being found open? None. Well, Holmes,it’s time to pick up a scent,like you did in the past.

There aren’t many rail switchpoints like that on this line,is there? No, there are very few. The case certainly gets more and more interesting. Fascinating. By the way, I saw no signs of blood. There weren’t any.

– Was he seriously wounded? – The skull was crushed, but nothing much on the rest of the body. And yet one would have expected some bleeding. I can assure you, Mr. Holmes, that every car has been carefully examined.

I saw to it myself. It is not the cars that I think you should have checked. Let us continue, shall we? The actual official guardian of the papers is the famous government expert, Sir James Walter, whose decorations and titles can fill two full lines in a book of reference.

He has spent his whole life servicng his country, a true gentleman, a wecome guest in the most prestigious society gatherings. He is one of the two people who had a key to the safe. Sir James left for London on Monday about three o’clock taking his key with him.

– Has the fact been verified? – Yes. His brother, Colonel Valentine Walter, has testified to his departure from Woolwich. Can we see sir James Walter? Sir James… Sir James has passed away. – Good heavens! When? – This morning.

How did he die? Perhaps you would care to step in, sir, and see his brother, Colonel Valentine Walter? Yes, we had better do so. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the body was found near the place where the train shakes and sways as it comes through the switchpoint.

The absence of blood is not a coincidence, either. The switchpoints would affect no object inside the train. We know that the doors were locked. That is why I think that he was killed somewhere else. But how did the body end up near the rails? His body fell off the roof of a train car.

– Off the roof? – Yes. It was this horrible scandal that has caused this. My brother, Sir James, was a man of honor, and he could not survive such shame. It broke his heart. He was always so proud of the efficiency of his department, and this was a crushing blow.

We had hoped that he might have given us some indications which could help us resolve the matter. I assure you that it was all a mystery to him as it is to you and to all of us. He had already told the police everything he knew.

Naturally, he had no doubt that Cadogan West was guilty. But the rest is a mystery. What is your personal opinion? I know nothing myself save what I have read or heard. I have no desire to be discourteous, but you have to understand, Mr.

Holmes, We are grieving at present, and I must ask you to finish this interview. Young West took the papers. Now, this could only be done by having a copied key. Several copied keys. He had to open the building and then the actual room and then,a safe.

Tell us about Cadogan West. We have nothing on him. He worked as a junior clerk under supervision of one Sidney Johnson. No one else had an access to the safe. Who was the other man with a key? The senior clerk,Mr.

Sidney Johnson. He is forty, married, with five children. He has an impeccable record in public service. Who locked the plans up that night? Sidney Johnson. A very unpleasant story, Mr. Holmes. The place is so disorganized.

Now the department chief is dead, Cadogan West is dead, Our documents have been stolen. To think that when we locked the office on Monday evening, we were still as efficient an office as any in the government service.

At what hour was the office closed? At five. – Where were the plans? – In a safe. I put them there myself. Let’s assume that Cadogan West decided to make his way into the building after hours. He would need three keys, before he could reach the papers,right? The key to the entrance door, the key to the office, and the key to the safe.

Only Sir James Walter and you had those keys? I had no keys to the doors, only to the safe. Was Sir James a man who was particular in his habits? Yes, he was. He carried those three keys on the same key chain.

I have often seen them. So he took that set of keys with him to London? He carried them with him everywhere he went. – Please. – Thank you. One other thing, if a clerk in this office desired to sell the information, would it not be simpler to just copy the documents without stealing the originals? It would take a considerable technical knowledge to copy the plans in an effective way.

But I suppose both Sir James and West had that technical knowledge.So did you. No doubt we all did, but I implore you to keep me away from all this! What is the use of speculating in this manner when the original plans were actually found on Cadogan West’s body? It’s just odd that he should take the risk of stealing the originals if he could safely have made copies, and sell them without anybody knowing.

Very odd, no doubt. Mr. Johnson, could you show us how you close the shutters. You see, Watson, they cannot move any further. So anyone could look inside the office from the street. I cannot explain it, Mr.

Holmes. I could get no sleep since the tragedy, thinking, night and day, what the true meaning of it is. Arthur was an honest man, and a true patriot. He would rather have cut his hand off than sell a state secret confided to his keeping.

But the facts, Miss Westbury? Yes,I admit I cannot explain them. Has he had any financial prolems? No. His needs were very modest and he had an ample salary. Arthur had saved a few hundred pounds, and we were to be engaged at the New Year’s Eve.

Were there any signs stress? Come, Miss Westbury, be absolutely frank with us. He spoke one evening of the importance of the secret papers kept in a safe and I recall now how he said that no doubt foreign spies would pay a great deal of money to get their hands on them.

Anything else? He said that the government is too careless in such matters and it would be easy for a traitor to get the plans, should he try. Now tell us of that last evening you spent together. We were to go to the theatre.

The fog was so thick that ordering a cab was pointless. So we walked, As we were walking past his office Arthur suddenly darted away into the fog. – Without a word? – Actually… I think he yelled something.

I waited, but he never returned. Then I walked home. Next morning, after the office opened, they came to inquire his whereabouts. About twelve o’clock we heard the terrible news. “To Microft Holmes. White Hall.

Please send by messenger, to await return at Baker Street, a complete list of all foreign spies known to be in England, with full address. Sherlock.” “To Sherlock Holmes. Baker Street, 221-B. Top secret.

There are plenty of agents, but few who could handle so big an affair. The only men worth considering are Adolph Meyer, of 13 Great George Street, Westminster. Louis La Rothiere, of Campden Mansions, Notting Hill.

Hugo Oberstein, 13 Caulfield Gardens, Kensington. The Cabinet awaits your final report with the utmost anxiety. Directives from the highest quarters have been issued. The whole apparatus of the State is at your disposal should you need it.

Mycroft.” John! John! John, the telegram for you. “I’m havig a lunch at Goldini’s Restaurant, at Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once. Bring with you a jemmy, a lantern, a chisel, and a revolver.

Holmes.” Have you brought the tools? Now it must be evident to you, that this young man’s body was placed on the roof of the train. Could it not have been dropped from a bridge? I don’t think so. – The body would not hold out there.

– It seems most improbable. We must fall back on the old axiom: When all other contingencies fail, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. I found that the leading international agent.

.. Hugo Oberstein happens to reside in a house which is located right next to the railway. 13 Caulfield Gardens. So you’ve figured this one out, then? Oberstein has left for the continent. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind two gentlemen paying a visit to Caulfield Gardens in his absence.

Breaking and entering again? I don’t like it, Holmes. My dear friend, you’ll just keep watch. I’ll do the criminal part. Think of Mycroft’s note, of the Admiralty, which awaits the news. Even the Prime Minister, not to mention of one very important person,who shan’t be named They depend on us.

You are right, Holmes. It’s our duty. Goddamn it! Here we are,this must be the window we talked about. Look, Watson! The soot on the sill is worn out. You can see where they rested the body of Cadogan West.

What is this? It is a blood stain. There are also a few on the staircase. Here is the train roof, right underneath. Seems I was right in my assumptions. What do you think of it? You have never risen to greater heights,Holmes.

Let us continue. The cunning dog has covered his tracks. His dangerous correspondence has been destroyed or removed. Cutouts from newspaper. Judging by the print, it’s an ad from the Daily Telegraph. Not a single chance for us.

No dates, but messages arrange themselves. This must be the first. “Hoped to hear sooner. Terms agreed to. Write to the address given on card. Pierrot.” Second message: “Too complex for description. Must have full report.

Staff awaits you when goods delivered. Pierrot.” Next: “Matter presses. Must withdraw offer unless contract completed. Make appointment by letter. Will confirm by advertisement. Pierrot”. Finally: “Monday night after nine.

Two knocks. Only ourselves. Do not be suspicious. Pierrot.” A fairly complete record. If we could only get the man at the other end of the correspondence! Have you seen the “Daily Telegraph” today? – No.

– A new Pierrot’s advertisement. You don’t say so. Smith! Yes, sir. Put me through to my brother, Mycroft Holmes. The central? 835, please. Thank you. Mycroft, good morning! Yes, it is me. – Yes. – Here it is.

“Tonight. Same time. Same place. Two knocks. Most important business. Your own safety at stake. Pierrot.” How do you like that? The mine we have planted seems to be working. And the first casualty was our friend, Doctor Watson.

He was blown up instantly. Yes? No, if you come to Caulfield Gardens at eight tonight, I think we can solve our problem. Yes. No, no, Lestrade is essential here. He is like a terrier you need to pull a fox out of a hole.

Sit down, Mycroft. Sit down, gentlemen! This is against the law, Mr. Holmes. The fact that we are here,in somebody’s house without permission is breaking and entering, no more,no less. Quiet, inspector.

You don’t know what you’re talking about. How dare you! Whole city is under my police supervision! He is coming. Don’t move. Well,that’s a surprise. – Who is he? – It is Colonel Valentine Walter, the younger brother of the late Sir James Walter.

Lestrade! What is this? I came here to visit Mr. Oberstein. The conspracy is uncovered, Colonel Walter. We discovered the correspondence between you and Oberstein, along with the circumstances concerning the death of young Cadogan West.

We know that you made copies of the keys which your brother held, and that you engaged in a correspondence with Oberstein, who replied to your letters through the advertisement columns of the Daily Telegraph.

We are aware that you broke into the office on the foggy Monday evening, but you were spotted through the office window and were followed by West, who had probably some previous reason to suspect you.

Leaving all his private concerns, he followed you closely in the fog and kept at your heels until you reached this house. – Here he confronted you… – And thats when you, Colonel Walter… added even more terrible crime on top of the treason you have already commited – – Murder! – I did not! I swear to you, I did not kill him! Tell us then, how Cadogan West met his end.

I lost money at the stock market. My debts were growing. Oberstein offered me five thousand pounds. It was to save myself from ruin. But as for murder, I am innocent. What happened, then? West had his suspicions before, and he followed me.

The young man broke into the house and demanded to know what we were going to do with the papers. Oberstein had a brass knuckles. The blow proved to be fatal. Oberstein had this idea of dropping the body on a train roof.

But first he examined the papers. He said three of them were essential, and that he must keep them. The others we stuffed into the pocket of Cadogan West. so that when he is found he’ll become the obious suspect.

And your brother? He said nothing, but he had caught me once with his keys, and I think that he suspected. I read in his eyes that he did. It was terrible. Where is Oberstein now? I don’t know. Did he leave you no address? He said he had some business to take care of, down in Sussex.

– Where? In Sussex? – Yes. Let’s go, Watson. It is on our way. No use for this one! Wait for me, my friend, it will take a few minutes. I need to drop the “Handbook of Bee Culture” at my neighbor’s. He decided to follow my example and become a bee keeper.

See,how quiet we have it here. Fresh air, everything’s so peaceful. Enjoy it, Watson, while you still can. Mr Bork! – Well? – Here’s my delivery at last. – Here are the sparking plugs. – The signals? Same as I said in my cable.

Lamp code, Marconi, a copy, mind you, not the original. That was very risky. But it’s the real thing, I can testify to that. We should celebrate the successful conclusion of our business. Just a minute.

Getting ready to leave? Listen, Bork. Don’t tell me you keep all the papers in there? Why not? You’re supposed to be a superspy. Why, a petty crook could break into that with a can opener. If I knew that our correspondence was going to be kept in a thing like that I would have reconcidered my decision to go into business with you.

No crook could nandle my safe. You can’t cut that type of metal with any tool. – But the lock? – It’s a double combination lock. You need to know a word,which in this case,a name of the month, as well as a two sets of figures and digits before you can get the lock to work.

This upper one is for the digits, the lower one for the letters. We’re on the verge of a war. It was bound o happen. So here it is. I’m shutting down all my activities effective tomorrow morning. Can you get me out of here,too, Mr Bork? I can’t stay on this dreaded island anymore.

A week from now England will be in the middle of the war. I’d rather watch it from across the Channel. But you’re an American citizen, you’ve got nothing to worry about. So was Jack James, and he’s doing time in prison now, all the same.

It means nothing to a British copper whether you’re US citizen or not. ‘lt’s British law and order over here,’ they’d say. It seems to me you don’t do much to take care of your men. – What do you mean? – Have you helped any of them? There’s James — It was his own fault.

You know that yourself. He lacked discipline for that type of work. True. James was a bonehead. What about Lucas? He had a mad wife. He was a little mad, too. Anyone can get mad if he sees police everywhere.

As for Oberstein– What about him? Don’t you know? Oberstein was arrested with his papers. Now he is doing time in Portland prison. How did they get Oberstein? The landlady that lives next door had a couple of visitors recently, Made inquiries about me.

Since we came to our agreement Oberstein was number four. I know I’ll be the fifth. if I don’t run. I’m just curious, who has been selling us all out? How dare you speak to me in such a manner! If I couldn’t dare,sir I wouldn’t be in your service to begin with.

Rumor has it when an agent has done his dirty work for you you are not particularly sorry to see him gone. Are you trying to suggest that I get rid of my own agents? Not at all. Just take me with you and the sooner, the better.

We have worked together way too long to quarrel now,at the very hour of our victory. You’ve done splendid work and taken great risks, I can’t forget that.I’ll set it up. First, you’re off to Holland, where you can catch a boat from Rotterdam to New York.

No other line will be safe a week from now. I’ll take your materials and pack it with the rest. What about the reward? 500 pounds. The reward. I want it right here, right now. All right. Have it your way.

After all, since we are all business nowadays, Mr. Altamont, I don’t see why I should trust you any more than you trust me. I give you the cheque, you give me the parcel. I heard everything, my friend.

What’s the meaning of this? Sherlock Holmes! What?! Sherlock Holmes? Yes! Sherlock Holmes! Watson,you’ve got a scratch. You were incredible, Watson, just incredible! What happened here,Holmes? I’ll be back soon.

Martha will explain everything. Martha! Doctor Watson! – How do you know me? – Watson, you’ve got a wound. What does it all mean anyway? It means that Mr. Holmes did a great service for the Great Britain.

And I’m proud to consider myself among this great man’s acquaintances. – Mrs. Hudson! – It is me, Doctor Watson. You recognized me, finally. Everything that is going on here is a state secret. I cannot betray it even to you.

Help me, Watson. – Is he dead? – No, he is just sleeping. I gave him a strong soporific. If you, my friend, had delayed your impressive entrance for just five minutes, he wouldn’t have had to jump out the window.

He fell asleep running, a hundred metres away from the house. Mister Holmes, what happened to Mr Bork? Don’t worry, Mrs. Hudson, he is just sleeping. Allright,then. He is a good man, in a way. He wanted me to go with his wife to Germany, but that would hardly have suited your plans, would it, sir? As long as you were here, my mind was at ease.

What took you so long to give me a signal tonight? He was on the phone for quite some time. I was beginning to worry until I saw your lamp in the window. Are you ready to leave? Yes, sir. He has mailed seven letters today.

I have the addresses, as usual. Very good. I will look into it later. I am so glad to see you, Doctor Watson. How is your lovely wife? How is your practice? Thank you, Mrs. Hudson, everything is just fine.

You see, mobilized again to the military service. So am I. May I go, sir? Yes, wire to Smith, at Baker Street, Tell him to meet us there. Good night, Mrs. Hudson. Yes, sir! I wonder, what did Von Bork pack for his departure? Some of the information contained in these papers is not that valuable.

Most of them came through my hands,you see. German is kind of rough, but still is the most expressive of all European languages. What do you think, Watson? Tell me, Holmes,why did you ask him for a cheque? To make sure that not only his shilling coins were fake but so were the cheques.

So your plans were fake, too? No. No, my friend, I had to lie to Von Bork, but to you, I told the truth. – “Practical Handbook of Bee Culture”. – Yes. One thing is stil bothering me. When and how did it happen that you went back to work? You see,over the last few years as I was browsing through the press, I became aware that some methods used only in the criminal world in the past, the worst kind,mind you found a new niche, this time in politics.

Fact is, Watson, that this gentleman here, sleeping on the sofa was a bit too much for our counter intelligence. I spent four years to get to him, and my efforts were finally rewarded today. First i went to the States, managed to become a member of the secret Irish organization in Buffalo, made plenty of trouble for the local police, and eventually caught the eye of one of Von Bork’s contacts there who recommended me as a great candidate to work in his employ.

Before you showed up, my friend, Von Bork trusted me completely. Truth is, it was I who tracked down and helped capture four of his best agents. Holmes I long for those good old days. All those robbers, killers, rapists, that you caught over the last century seem like innocent children compared to the ‘wolves’ we’ve met recently.

One can steal a million, or kill a rich uncle, I can understand that. but I cannot understand a high rank scoundrel, who pushes millions of people to war for the sake of a little profit. I don’t care if he is a German Baron or an English lord.

How can we,mere mortals – you, me, Mrs. Hudson – stop this horror? I don’t like it at all. What do you think about the future? It’s not so dark, is it? I hope so, my friend. The twentieth century has only just begun.

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