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

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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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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
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

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

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

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
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.

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

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

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

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…

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"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

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

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:
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.

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… Writer Igor MASLENNIKOV
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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,

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

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
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WATSON</b> <b>THE AGRA TREASURE</b> <i>Part One</i> <i><b>Sherlock Holmes
VASILIY LIVANOV</b></i> <i><b>Dr. Watson
VITALIY SOLOMIN</b></i> <i><b>Mrs. Hudson
RINA ZELYONAYA</b></i> <i><b>Inspector Lestrade
BORISLAV BRONDUKOV</b></i> <i>as well</i> <i>Ekaterina Zinchenko
Viktor Proskurin</i> <i>Pavel Kadochnikov
Sergei Shakurov</i> <i>V.Kosobutckaya
N.Jurasov V.Doroshev</i> <i>N.Kuz'min P.Samojlenko
and…</i> <i><b>bulldog BAMBULA</b></i> 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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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
– 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
WATSON By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Agra Treasure Part Two Sherlock Holmes
RINA ZELYONAYA Inspector Lestrade
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

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

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
– 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

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

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
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

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

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.

WATSON By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Sherlock Holmes
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,

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

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

'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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