A Study in Scarlet (1933) - full transcript
In London, a secret society led by lawyer Thaddeus Merrydew collects the assets of any of its deceased members and divides them among the remaining members. Society members start dropping like flies. Sherlock Holmes is approached by member James Murphy's widow, who is miffed at being left penniless by her husband. When Captain Pyke is shot, Holmes keys in on his mysterious Chinese widow as well as the shady Merrydew. Other members keep dying--Malcom Dearing first, then Mr. Baker. There is also an attempt on the life of young Eileen Forrester, who became a reluctant society member upon the death of her father. Holmes' uncanny observations and insights are put to the test.
[THEME MUSIC]
[TRAIN CHUGGING]
-No loving deck.
Hey, Jenny.
You have in.
I can't open it.
-Too right, though.
Oh, blimey.
-Call his name.
-Mr. Partridge.
Hey, Mr. Partridge.
-Now what's the trouble?
-Can't open the blinking door.
-Come out.
You hear me?
This is Victoria Station.
-Some drunk sleeping it off.
-Young gents
traveling first class.
-My word.
-Hi, Jim.
Let's have your ladder.
-Yes.
-Open that window.
-Right.
I can't budge it, Mr. Partridge.
-Budge is the word.
You'll have to smash it, then.
-Right.
Oh!
Mr. Partridge, there's--
-Hold it.
Run, [INAUDIBLE].
Fetch the police.
Don't stand there lollygagging.
-This must be the place.
-We made it.
-You'll have to wait here.
-I'm not going to let you go
in a place like this alone.
-You must, really.
I'll be all right.
-This meeting is
now called to order.
The unfortunate death in a
train of one of our members, Mr.
James Murphy, who departed
this life by his own act
while of unsound mind, has
necessitated this meeting.
-That's what you
say, Mr. Merrydew.
But how do you know?
-A verdict of death by
suicide was returned tonight.
This is the second occasion that
we have been brought together
by the mishaps to our members.
The first being the passing
away by natural causes
of the late Colonel Forrester,
whose charming daughter so
gracefully honors us with
her presence here tonight.
It is agreed in the pact
drawn up and formally
attested to by its founders that
should the grim reaper overtake
one or more, the interests of
the deceased in the society
will be divided equally
among the surviving members.
It is also provided
for in the pact
that Miss Forrester becomes
a participating member.
Consequently, the interests
of the late James Murphy
will be divided equally
among the seven of us.
I move that my fee for the
necessary legal representation,
funeral expenses, and a
modest urn for the ashes
be defrayed by our organization.
I understand from
the widow that he
expressed a preference
for cremation.
-I second that.
-All those in favor will please
signify by raising their hand.
Mr. Wilson.
Mr. Baker.
Mr. Dearing.
Mr. Pyke.
Ah Yet.
Good.
-Has any provision been
made for the widow?
-No.
-I presume that we could
stretch a point in her favor.
-Emphatically not.
Things are complicated
enough as they are.
-Why did he want
to kill himself?
-Have you ever met his wife?
-No.
-No?
Well, I have.
A pest if there ever was one.
We can attribute
his death solely
to the general deficiencies
of one Annabelle Mary Murphy.
-What would you
deduce from this?
-Obviously an attempt to
convey secret information.
-Could you decipher it?
-I could not.
Nor could you.
-Would you like to bet?
-Certainly.
-How much?
-A shilling.
My time is too valuable.
-The answer will be
found in a large book
because the numbers are large.
I'd suggest the Bible.
A client, Watson.
-Where?
-The widow standing
under the streetlamp.
-A widow?
Would you like to bet on that?
-Of course.
-Well, I'm not going down
the street to ask her.
-Ah.
Won't be necessary.
She's made up her mind.
-So you deduce at
a distance, eh?
-Not in this case.
I recognized her features.
She's a Mrs. Murphy.
Her husband was
murdered three days ago.
-Do you mean the man that
was found dead in a train?
-Exactly.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
-Come in.
-A Mrs. Murphy to see you, sir.
-Mr. Holmes, I'm in such a mess.
Such a mess.
My husband up and
died without leaving
me as much as a threepenny bit.
I-- It's a crying shame, Mr.
Holmes, that's what it is.
-Sit down and try
to compose yourself.
-Cut off without a farthing by
an ungrateful good-for-nothing.
Me!
And my kind of life!
No dirty dog had a better wife.
I've waited on
him hand to mouth,
stood by his side
morning, noon, and night,
and what does the stinker do?
He ups and kills
himself and-- and
leaves his money to a trust.
And Mr. Merrydew.
Yes.
And there's another stinker
if I never saw another.
Won't even let me
have a sixpence.
He won't even let me have
an ha'penny, Mr. Holmes.
-Thaddeus Merrydew, the lawyer?
-Yes, the thieving hound,
the dirty rat, the--
-One moment.
You were married how long?
-Five blessed long years.
-Previous to your marriage,
your husband served in the army?
-You knew him?
-A bit.
He got his charge in China?
-Yes, that's right.
-Then you married.
-Yes, and I gave up
everything, Mr. Holmes.
You ask the proprietor of the
Black Sow, he'll tell you.
It was me that made
that pub what it was.
-And your husband had money?
-Barrels of it.
And when he wanted more, he
used to come up to London
and get it.
It was that that took him to
London when he killed himself.
-How do you know?
-Well, Jim comes into my room.
I was in bed with a piece of
cucumber rind round my head,
trying to cure an headache.
He had a letter in his hand.
"See, here, pig," he said.
That was his pet name
for me when he was drunk.
"I'm going up to London."
-Did you read the
contents of the letter?
-Oh, it wasn't no letter.
It was just a piece of doggerel.
-Watson, make a note of
Mrs. Murphy's address.
-It's 232 King's Cross Road.
Then you'll have to
take me, Mr. Holmes?
-I'll, ah, take up your case.
-Ah, mind you, it'll
have to be for love.
-Love?
-For nix.
I've noticed how you
like working for nothing.
-My interest is to bring
the criminal to justice.
-Well, never mind about justice.
Never mind about the crime.
All I want is my
husband's lawful money.
And I want you to slap that
thieving lawyer's face right
across, between his
greasy, fat chops.
Goodnight, Mr. Holmes.
I'll be seeing you,
and thank you kindly.
-Good night, Mrs. Murphy.
Deep water, Watson.
-She needs some shady
lawyer, not you.
-Think so?
-I'm amazed at your
wasting your energies
on such a morbid trifle.
Who is this Merrydew?
-London's most dangerous crook.
The king of blackmailers.
A gliding, slidy,
venomous snake.
Once in his power, he'll
squeeze and squeeze
until he's drained
his victims dry.
More than once I've
had my net around him,
but so far he's managed
to wriggle his way out.
The time has come, Watson.
The time has come for
Mr. Thaddeus Merrydew.
-And now Miss Forrester
and gentlemen, this
concludes the meeting.
I would like to have
a word with you alone.
I sincerely trust
no further accident
will happen to occasion
another meeting?
-Never can tell.
-Are you going my way?
-Which way do you go?
I go the other.
-That leads to a dead end.
-That's the way I go.
-Good night, then.
-Good night.
-You must never mention anything
that transpired at this meeting
tonight, or even that
this meeting was held.
I saw a young man standing
on the corner as I came in.
-Yes, my fiance.
He brought me here
and is waiting for me.
-Oh.
Then you're thinking
of being married?
-Yes.
-I wouldn't, if I were you.
That is, at least until
you've consulted me.
-But why?
-I can't explain.
In a short time, the society
will no longer exist.
Until its affairs
are winded up, it
would be most unwise
for you to marry.
Your father would
not have wished it.
-What had my father to
do with these people?
-Didn't he ever tell you?
-No.
-Then I must
respect his silence.
Remember, not a word
to a living soul.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
-He's after me.
He's after me!
-Captain Pyke!
[GLASS BREAKING]
[SCREAMING]
Ah!
Ah!
-Dead.
-Dead.
Shot through the heart.
You wait here.
[SCREAMING]
-What is it?
What's happening?
Are you hurt?
-Someone-- Look!
He's disappeared!
What does it mean?
-The murderer must
have had an accomplice
and removed the body.
-We must call the police.
-No, no, the police will
be here soon enough.
You mustn't become involved.
-But it's murder.
-As you respect your
father's memory,
you must preserve
a strict silence.
Not a word.
Come.
-The body was pulled
out of the Thames
at 5:00 AM at the
Lighthouse District.
The autopsy shows the death
was caused by a bullet
through the heart.
The features that you
see are unrecognizable,
caused possibly by the battering
of the head against the wall
before the body was found.
We have identified the
body by means of that ring.
-Ah.
A very rare and very
beautiful ring, Lestrade.
-There isn't the slightest doubt
the deceased is Captain Pyke.
The clothes were identified.
Initials were on the
collar and on the shirt.
Further identifications are
contained in these letters
that were found in the clothing.
-Where is the widow?
-We asked her to wait.
She's in the adjoining room.
-Mrs. Pyke?
-Yes.
You are?
-My name is Sherlock Holmes.
When did you last see
your husband alive?
-We dined together last
night at the Savoy Grill.
He left me shortly
after 9 o'clock.
I never saw him again.
-You are staying?
-At the Savoy.
-You've been in London how long?
-About a week.
-And you live where?
-At the Grange Sherbournes.
-When your husband
left you, did he
inform you where he was going?
-No, but I fancied it was
on a matter of business.
He was a man very
precise in his habits.
When midnight came and
there was no sign of him,
I became rather alarmed.
-Midnight should be
a late hour for him?
-Very.
As the time went on, I
became more and more worried.
At last I informed the police.
An hour ago, I
received a message
to come here, where I identified
the body of my poor husband.
-By the ring?
-Yes.
-Did he always wear a ring?
-That one, yes.
I gave it to him
when we were married.
-That would be?
-About six years ago, in China.
It is an heirloom
belonging to my family
and has been handed down
through generations.
-I see.
Permit me to express my
sympathy for your great loss.
-Thank you.
Is that all?
-By the way, should
it become necessary,
shall I communicate with you
at the Grange or the Savoy?
-Through my lawyer.
-His name?
-Mr. Thaddeus Merrydew.
Good morning, Mr. Holmes.
-Well, what do you make of it?
-Murder.
Unquestionably.
-Is that all?
-That's all I have to say.
-What do you think?
-I think that the
lady is a liar.
-You!
It's not possible!
What do you want with me?
[GUNSHOT]
-The papers are full of
the Pyke murder mystery.
-Seemed to me particularly
senseless and futile.
There was no motive.
-No motive?
Peer deep down in the black
heart of Thaddeus Merrydew
and you'll find a motive.
-You don't mean to suggest that
he had anything to do with it,
do you?
-I suggest nothing.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
-Come in.
-Inspector Lestrade
to see you, sir.
-Mr. Holmes.
Dr. Watson.
-Mr. Holmes.
Dr. Watson.
Dr. Watson.
-What's the matter?
Dr. Watson.
-What's the matter?
You look worried.
-Worried?
I'm up to my neck.
-Again?
-Before I can begin
to finish one case,
I'm plunged into another.
-That's the penalty
of being smart.
You came to see
me professionally?
-Well, unofficially.
-I see.
Heads you win, tails I lose.
-There's been a bad
business during the night.
An old gentleman.
You'll find it a
bit of a puzzler.
-You mean you found
it a bit of a puzzler?
-We've left everything
in status quo
hoping you'll favor
us with an opinion.
-Dead?
-Mm-hmm.
-Murder?
-Suicide.
-Come, Watson.
The game is afoot.
-He was well-known
as a stamp collector.
-Hmm.
Very interesting.
-What is it, Holmes?
-That leads out to the garden?
-Seldom used, to judge
by the rusty hinges.
-Good morning, sir.
-Good morning.
-You can see that I've
left everything untouched.
-If a herd of
buffaloes passed along,
it couldn't be a greater mess.
You can take a smoke.
-Thank you, sir.
-What do you think?
-There's been murder done.
The murderer was a man.
He was in the prime of life, six
feet in height, has small feet,
wears square-toed boots, limps
slightly on the left foot
and smokes Trichinopoly cigars.
-Well, if it was murder,
how was it committed?
-The assassin was in the house
before his victim arrived.
He hid in the recess
behind the window.
While there, he smoked a cigar.
He fired a shot which hit the
victim on the back of the head
and then dragged the body
to where you found it.
He left and returned
some while later
to fire a second shot, this
time through the mouth.
You'll find the mark
of a boot clearly
imprinted on the
congealed blood.
-What was his object?
-To obliterate the
effect of the first,
hoping by so doing to transfer
the crime from that of murder
to one of suicide.
Bullet number one you
will find in the wall
on the farther side of the room.
The other will be found
embedded in the body
of the murdered man.
Come, Watson.
We mustn't keep Mr.
Merrydew waiting.
-Mr. Holmes is
still waiting, sir.
-Oh.
How long has it been, now?
-Fully two hours, sir.
-That's as it should be.
You may show him in now.
-Very good, sir.
-Mr. Holmes, this is
the bigger pleasure.
I'm sorry to have
kept you waiting,
but I had to digest my lunch.
-This is my friend and partner.
Dr. Watson.
-How do you do?
Fancy a pour, gentlemen?
-Thank you, no.
-Hmm.
Cigar?
Thank you.
Ah, be seated, gentlemen.
I represent Annabelle
Mary Murphy.
Charming lady.
-I'm empowered to
act on her behalf.
-Congratulations.
-As you are doubtless
aware, her husband
came to a premature
and sudden end.
-Dear, dear.
-My client is
under an impression
that certain monies
belonging to the deceased
are being unlawfully
withheld from her.
-By whom?
-By you.
-And you believe
this delightful lady?
-I'm paid to find out.
An angry woman is
hard to pacify,
so I thought an
amicable discussion
with you would put me in
possession of certain facts
with which I could
prove to my client
the absurdity of her claim.
-I see.
Is that all?
-That is all.
-Dear, dear, you're
not smoking my cigar.
-You refuse to assist me.
-My dear Mr. Holmes, I have
neither the information
or the authority.
You see, until a few
days ago I was not aware
that your distinguished
client existed.
In my profession, I
deal with many cases
impartially and legally without
coming into personal contact
with my client.
-It won't do, Mr. Merrydew.
-Anything else?
-May I trouble you for
a pencil and paper?
-Help yourself.
Mr. Busybody Holmes.
-By the way, I think you
should know that another client
of yours met his
death last night.
Mr. Malcolm Dearing.
Found murdered.
Good day, Mr. Merrydew.
Come, Watson.
Cold-blooded monster.
Well, I've given him
something to think about.
-Did you see what I saw?
His feet.
-What about them?
-Well, they were small
feet, and the boots--
-Well, well?
-Were square-toed.
Square-toed!
-Really?
-Yes, and-- and did you
remark the brand of cigar?
-Cigar?
Trichinopoly.
It was stenciled in big
letters on the top of the box.
-Is that all you observed?
-Was there anything else?
-100 things, among them
the cipher to the code.
A large book, Watson.
-I saw no Bible.
-Would you call a "Whitaker's
Almanac" a large book?
-Yes, indeed.
-In that book will be found
the message of the numbers.
-Mr. Holmes.
-Mrs. Pyke.
-Holmes, what did you write
on that sheet of paper?
-A long shot in
the dark, Watson.
But it hit a bullseye.
-Miss Forrester lives
here, I believe.
Tell her that Mr. Merrydew
wishes to see her.
Mr. Thaddeus Merrydew.
And hurry.
-Mr. Merrydew calling
to see you, Miss.
-Miss Forrester.
You're looking charming as ever.
I see you've
received my flowers.
-Thank you.
-I sent them to soften the
unexpectedness of my visit.
-You've come about the
murder of Captain Pyke?
-No.
Have the police
been pestering you?
-No.
-I was fortunate enough to
keep your name out of it.
Have you seen today's papers?
Shocking, shocking.
Poor old gentlemen.
This is a very
wicked world we're
living in, Miss Forrester.
Now, this will necessitate
another meeting.
That's why I came
myself to tell you.
Safer.
Too many eavesdroppers,
busybodies concerning
themselves with other
people's business.
[PHONE RINGING]
-The same time, the same place.
Tomorrow night.
-Oh, please don't ask me to go
to that dreadful place again.
-Well, unfortunately,
in this case,
I'm a servant carrying
out instructions.
You have nothing to worry about.
Not a thing.
Not a thing to worry about.
-Oh, hmm-- this-- this is my--
Mr. Stanford, Mr. Merrydew.
-Remember.
I seem to see you everyplace.
-Who is that man?
-He's my lawyer.
-Hmm.
I remember seeing
him the other night.
But what's he doing here?
-Oh, please don't begin
that all over again.
-But Eileen, surely I
have a right to know.
-Oh, John.
I'm so miserable.
It's something that
concerns father.
Just before he died,
he sent for me.
I remember his words.
On my death, you'll find
yourself well provided for.
You'll be rich.
Remember this name.
He repeated it twice.
Merrydew.
Should he communicate with
you, follow his instructions,
for through him will
come this inheritance.
-And the meeting three days ago?
-Began the fulfillment
of father's words.
-I think I'm beginning
to understand.
[RAPPING ON DOOR]
-I thought I saw--
-John, John!
-He's a black-bearded
man, ill-dressed.
Looked like a tramp.
-How tall?
-Oh, quite tall.
-Could you keep Miss
Forrester under observation
without her knowing it?
-I don't understand.
Is Eileen in danger?
-In great danger.
You were wise in
coming to see me.
Should anything unforeseen
occur, get in touch with me.
Go to her.
Remember, get in touch with me.
[DOOR CLOSING]
-We are getting on, Watson.
-I'm glad to see you in
a more cheerful mood.
-We've done remarkably well.
-I'm pleased.
I admit I could do with
a little explanation.
I, too, feel a little curious.
-I considered the claims
of "Whitaker's Almanac."
As I suspected, the
large number represented
the page, the second, the
small number, the column,
and the other
figure's the message.
You'll find it
decoded on the table.
[PLAYING VIOLIN]
-Meeting of scarlet ring.
Tuesday.
Limehouse.
M. Merrydew?
-Possibly.
Tomorrow will appear
in the personal column
of the Daily Telegraph
a second message.
A request for information.
-Your message?
-My message.
-And the next step?
-The need of fresh air will
take me in the country tomorrow.
In the meantime, relaxation.
Music.
I hope I won't bore you.
-Not if you make it soft.
-Ah, these is getting
worser and worser.
-All you do is hope they
don't get more worser
before they'll get less worser.
-Same as I say.
-That were a very bad
business about Captain Pyke.
A very bad business.
-Same as I say.
I hear tell is
how the old Grange
has gone under the hammer.
-Lock, stock and barrel.
-Same as I say.
-And I almost broke this
old back of mine weeding
their old garden, and
to look at it now,
you'd think I'd spent
all my time in here.
-Morning, sir.
-Morning.
-Morning, morning.
How far is the Grange from here?
-Some will tell you four miles
and some will tell you five.
But I say it's more than
four and less than five.
-Is there any means of
getting there besides walking?
-Bless your heart, yes, sir.
I've an hold trap.
I'll harness up old
Caesar and old Will
here will drive you over.
-Will he take anything to drink?
-Wouldn't come amiss.
Scotch.
Scotch and splash.
-Put a bottle on the
table, some glasses,
and a side for his soda.
-Coming, sir.
Coming.
Lord, love it if it was
going to be busy again.
-You're a godsend to him, Sir.
He hasn't had a paying
customer for a long time.
-I'll have a chit for
you in a jiffy, sir.
Afore you can say Jack Robinson.
-Help yourself.
-Thank you, sir.
Just a little dropsy.
-Say when.
-When.
Well, here's to your
very good health, sir.
Aww, feel like a new man, sir.
-Well, then I'll give
the new man a drink.
-Right-o, sir.
Well, to your very
good health again, sir.
-Good health.
Were you born in these parts?
-I've never seen none other.
Worked for the Pyke
family all my life
until I got tired of working.
Got this old
backache from weeding
their bloody old garden.
-Then you would remember
the late Captain.
-And his father, and the old
gentleman afore his father.
See that dent?
That belongs to Captain Pyke.
-A mark caused possibly
by the imprint of a stone.
-And right you are, sir.
Many a good licking
young Master Robin
got for chucking
stones at me, sir!
-Sounds as though the
young man was someone wild.
-Wild?
He was a holy terror.
-Ready and waiting, sir.
I've harnessed up old Caesar
and he's raring to go.
-You must tell me some
more on the way over.
Better bring the bottle.
-Right-o, sir.
Scotch is sure good
for the backache.
Steady, Caesar.
Steady.
He's hard to handle when
he's raring to go, sir.
-You were saying?
-You can't make English gentry
out of the heathen Chinese, no
how.
Not in these parts.
-Very difficult, I imagine.
When the captain was alive,
did he stay here often?
-Until last Tuesday,
we ain't seen nothing
on him to close
nigh on two years.
-Hmm.
-Shall we, ah, have one, sir?
-You take two.
-Right-o, sir!
The old back feels
better already, sir.
-Magic.
-There's the Grange now, sir.
-Any servants there now?
-Well, nothing what you might
call real servants, sir.
There's Daffy
Dolly, and well, you
might have to be
to keep that place.
I kept it for 30 years.
-Stop a moment.
-Woah, Caesar.
-I'll walk the rest of the way.
I'm in a hurry.
Wait here for me.
-I won't budge an inch.
[BURP]
-I beg your pardon.
[BELL RINGING]
-Is your mistress in?
-No, sir.
-Where is she?
-London Town.
-I understand this
house is for sale.
I may wish to buy it.
I'll look it over.
I'll look it over.
-That's the mistress.
Such a good looker.
Such eyes.
She walks like a cat.
Such a figure.
Such a fine bit of good.
-Buzz, buzz.
-Mistress sleeps here.
[PANTING]
-Aren't you feeling good?
-It's my heart.
Water.
Quick!
-Just a minute.
Just a minute!
[KNOCKING ON WOOD]
-Drink this!
-I'm dying.
Do phone for a doctor!
-Oh, dear!
We haven't got any
phones in the house.
-Then go for one!
-Doctor's a good
five miles away!
-Fetch him.
Hurry!
Hurry!
Run!
-All right, I'll run, I'll run.
-It's so kind of you to come.
Knowing my late husband
as intimately as you did,
I felt I could turn
to no better person
to help me through
this trying time.
-Well, you know,
anything I can do.
-You are very nervous today.
-Well, I can't help it.
Look at my hands.
You know, I'm-- I'm
trembling all over.
That'll stop the
racket, at any rate.
-My late husband always spoke
of you in the warmest terms,
and you know the high regard
in which I've always held you.
-Oh, have you?
-Can you doubt it?
You are the only one who
knows my husband's affairs.
Everything has been left in
the most terrible disorder.
My house in the
country will be sold.
I wonder, if you
could spare the time--
-Yes?
-You could be my guest
over the weekend.
And we could go through
his papers together.
-Well, you know, with pleasure.
I could do with a
bit of a change.
-We could drive down.
Would tonight be possible?
-Tonight?
No.
You see, I've got an
important meeting tonight.
-Then tomorrow?
-Tomorrow.
May-- may I make a
little confession?
You know, Mrs. Pyke, I've
always admired you tremendously.
-Who's there?
-Baker.
-Oh, it's you, is it?
-Who did you think it was?
Where are the others?
-I'm the first one here.
-There's a rat among us.
-Yes, and he's facing
me, seated on a chair.
-Today someone has
given away the code.
"Anyone supplying information
concerning the Scarlet Ring
will be rewarded.
Apply Sherlock Holmes,
221A Baker Street."
It's one of us.
That's certain.
We can leave out [INAUDIBLE].
Can't be that dumb Chinaman.
There remains you,
myself, and Merrydew.
-Well, it's not me.
On my oath.
-Or me, I swear it.
-Menace.
-I thought that snake
was double-crossing me.
-Well, it's getting
on my nerves.
-It's now going
to be a nightmare.
-First Murphy, then
Pyke, then Dearing.
Who will be next?
Listen.
Suppose someone wants to supply
information to Sherlock Holmes.
-Then it'll all come out.
-No, no.
Holmes is different
from the police.
He protects clients.
-Holmes works with the police.
What's in the back of your mind?
-I want a fine carriage.
I want to leave.
The suspense is
getting on my nerves.
It's killing me.
-What suspense?
Well, pray be seated, gentlemen.
I overheard your conversation.
It's most illuminating.
-We are not going on.
-No?
And why not, Frank?
-I don't want to
die like Murphy.
-Or be found dead like Pyke.
-No?
Perhaps you'd like to spend the
rest of your lives in prison.
Hmm?
No, my friends.
Crime brought you
together, and by crime
you will stick together.
Gentlemen, in a few more
days, the Scarlet Ring
will cease to exist.
-We'll cease to exist, you mean?
-I have just received word
from the agent of Antwerp.
The plunder has finally
been disposed of.
This time next week, the
principal will be in my hands.
A small, unimportant matter
of some 1 million pounds
to be divided equally among us.
200,000 pounds apiece.
Ah.
200,000 pounds.
-And meanwhile?
-You've waited for five years.
What's a matter of a few days?
-Here, what guarantees that
we'll be alive to receive it?
-None.
Of course, if it were a question
of your life without the money,
it might be arranged.
-How?
-Letter in the form
of a deed of gift
relinquishing your
right to any benefits
accruing to the Society.
-And give up 200,000 pounds?
-It might ensure your life.
-I'll see you burn first.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
-Shh.
Not a word.
Well, Miss Forrester.
This is a pleasure.
Come in.
Would you sit down?
And now to business.
Miss Forrester and
gentlemen, again I
have the pleasure of
presiding at this meeting.
[PHONE RINGING]
-Hello?
One moment.
A Mr. Standford.
-Yes?
Where?
-Well, thank
[INAUDIBLE] you've come.
I followed her here and
phoned you immediately.
She went through the side door.
And there were four others.
A lawyer, two white men,
strangers, and a Chinaman.
-When it comes, it
won't come from the sky.
-Oh, shut up.
-Oh?
-I'm on fire.
Life's worth more
to me than money.
-Yours may be.
Mine isn't.
Shall we walk to the
station together?
-No, no.
You go ahead.
-She's inside.
They've left her inside!
-Shh.
-Dash.
Check the door!
Eileen!
My darling!
-Get in the fresh air.
-God.
-You came in the nick of time.
Get her home.
Don't let her out of your sight.
Go on.
-Arrest him, save me save me!
-Speaking as a medical man,
it is extremely dangerous
to run at your age
and with your weight.
-Could I-- could I have
a glass of water please?
-Sit down.
-Oh, thank you.
I must apologize for bursting
in like this, Mr. Holmes.
-I'm Dr. Watson.
I don't know when Mr.
Holmes will be back.
Please wait.
-Thank you.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
-Come in.
Sit down.
Cigarette?
Any luck?
Too bad.
I have here the securities.
Easily negotiable
for a million pounds.
The Chinaman Ah Yet is
devoted to his mistress.
Doubtless a generous
purse will satisfy him.
On account of Holmes, I
cannot impress upon you too
sufficiently the
necessity for speed.
Everything must be finished
tomorrow night at the Grange.
I will make all
the arrangements.
-You've got to help me.
Mr. Holmes.
If you don't, I'm a doomed man.
Not 10 minutes ago, an
attempt was made on my life.
You see, I live on Ebury Street.
I was on my way there.
I was about to
cross the road, and
some instinct made me leap back.
As I did, a car, driven
with terrific speed
and coming on the wrong side
of the road, whizzed by me.
How I escaped was a miracle.
-Did you by any chance see
the occupant of the car?
-Yes.
As it flashed by me, I caught
a glimpse of the driver.
A black-bearded man.
-Is there anyone who would
benefit by your death?
-Yes.
Four persons.
You see, Mr. Holmes, there's
an estate to be settled up.
And if I should go out,
well, they get my share.
-Is any one of them capable
of committing a crime?
-Yes.
Three of them.
-How much is your
share of this estate?
-200,000 pounds.
-Naturally, you would
wish to live to enjoy it.
When were you in China last?
-I was never in China.
-Come, come, sir.
Then the tattooing
above the right wrist?
-Well, that-- that
was done in England.
-You must be mistaken.
That particular yellow is
to be found only in China.
What made you come to me?
-Well, you see, Mr.
Holmes, I-- Well,
I'd heard of your reputation.
-How did you know my address?
Aren't you here in answer
to my advertisement?
Were you not returning
from Limehouse?
Are you not a member
of the Scarlet Ring?
Is it not a fact that
three of your members
have met with very
sudden ends and you're
terrified lest their
fate before you?
-Why, you must be
the devil himself.
-Answer me.
-Yes, Mr. Holmes.
But I'm guiltless.
I'm up against some
power that no precaution
can guard against.
-Go straight home and lock
yourself in your house.
-But it's very old and
easily broken into.
-Do you have a cellar?
-Bomb-proof.
-Hide there.
On second thought, we'll see
what we've been [INAUDIBLE].
Take a revolver, Watson.
-So, do you think
there's any hope?
-Obey my inspections
implicitly and I
can promise you almost a chance.
Tomorrow, leave town.
-You see, Mr. Holmes,
I get in pay today.
You see, I know it is
a place in the country.
Very secluded.
Miles away from any place.
It belongs to the widow of
an acquaintance of mine.
The lady is an
Oriental, an Asiatic.
As a matter of
fact, she's Chinese.
-Mrs. Pyke.
When you arrive at the
Grange near Sherbournes,
you'll probably be given
the room next to the lady.
You'll find a door
connecting the two rooms.
Keep it locked.
Arrive there neither before
nor later than 9 o'clock.
On your arrival,
pretend a headache.
-Pretend one?
-Go straight to your room.
If you value your life,
don't open the door.
-Baker!
They got him too.
-Poison.
-Wait here, says he, for me!
And that's the last
I've seen of him.
-A rake and a queer one.
Free with his money.
Same as I say.
-He must have been the
picker when he was a lad.
Dolly ran all the way
to fetch Dr. Smallwood,
and she and Smallwood
nigh burst a blood
vessel trying to get to him.
And when they found
him, he wasn't there.
And nary a one of them
ever set eyes on him again.
-Same as I say.
Company!
Evening gentlemen, evening.
Up you get, Will, and
make way for the gents.
Good evening, gentlemen.
Good evening.
-Good evening.
-Good evening.
-Take anything to drink?
-Wouldn't come amiss.
-Scotch and splash?
-Scotch and splash,
how did you know, sir?
Thank you, sir.
-Give your order, gentlemen.
Put the bottle on the table,
glasses, and [INAUDIBLE] soda.
-Right, sir.
Bottle of whiskey.
Four glasses. [INAUDIBLE].
Gentlemen?
[CHATTERING]
-Four glasses.
-There you are, sir.
What brings you gentlemen
round these here parts?
-This friend of mine belongs
to the medical profession.
A patient of his has escaped.
An old gentleman of any
dangerous character.
That's the reason for
all these wardens.
-An old gentleman?
Wearing a cape?
Stoops a bit?
Big in the belly?
-You've seen him?
-Have I seen him?
Yes, sir.
And Dolly at the Grange
seen him and Dr. Smallwood
ought to have seen him but
he never set eyes on him.
As sure as I'm
standing here, sir.
He sat right there.
It was the day before yesterday.
-Doctor, we're on the right set.
Say when.
-When.
Well, here's to your
very good health, sir.
-Another beer?
Thank you very kindly, sir.
-Pay the bill, Watson.
And take care of this gentleman.
-Come along.
What'll you have?
-Well, here's hoping
that we get him.
-Who?
-Cash my buttons if I know.
My mind has never
been in such a fog.
-It's time to leave.
-Gregson should be there by now.
We'll have the Grange so
well-surrounded a cat couldn't
get through without being seen.
Come along, men.
-Mr. Holmes, something
terrible has happened.
Miss Forrester has disappeared.
-Disappeared?
But I told you to guard her.
-But I couldn't
understand your telegram.
-Telegram?
What telegram?
-Instructed me to
meet you at Dover.
-Are you mad?
-I don't know, I'm
almost insane with worry.
-Go on.
-When I arrived at Dover,
I suspected it was a hoax.
I returned to
London immediately.
Fortunately, I
have a racing car.
Arriving there, I went
straight to Eileen's house.
She'd gone.
A maid told me that she
left in the early afternoon
with a strange woman.
-A Chinese woman?
-Yes.
I called you where you live.
When I gave my name
to your housekeeper,
she told me where
I could locate you.
Oh, Mr. Holmes, what
could have happened?
Oh, where could she be?
-Come, Lestrade.
There's not a moment to lose.
-Mr. Holmes is late.
-Are you sure
you're not mistaken?
-I have written instructions
to bring you here.
You saw them.
-Perhaps the fog.
-I'm certain he'll be here.
If not tonight, then
tomorrow morning.
[BELL RINGING]
-Who's there?
-Strange.
I seldom--
-Stop!
You open that door, and I'll
choke the life out of you.
-Mr. Wilson, have
you lost your reason?
-Tell him if he opens
that door, he'll
never live to open another.
never live to open another.
-Off you go.
-Off you go.
-Who is it?
-Telegraph.
Telegraph for Miss Forrester.
-I'll give it to her.
-All right.
-Good news?
Excuse me.
-Here, what is it?
What is it?
-What does it mean?
-Dear, I'm going to bed.
Miss Forrester, when you go
to your room, lock your door.
Shh-- And keep it locked.
-What's the matter?
-I'm rather chilly.
-Who's there?
-It's me, sir.
-Did you deliver the telegram?
-Yes, sir.
-To Miss Forrester herself?
-I gave it to one lady to
give to the other, sir.
-Thank you.
Good night.
-Good night, sir.
-Will you let me go to her?
-Wait.
-I'll never do it again.
-What?
-Stand about all
night without a flask.
Look, Holmes.
Over there.
-Drop your gun.
Well, Inspector?
-I checked up on all points.
No one could have
slipped through.
-Good night, my dear.
My bedroom is just
across the corridor.
If you should want
me for anything,
don't hesitate to call me.
-Thank you.
-Good night.
-Good night.
-Mr. Wilson, are you in bed?
-Yes, yes.
Sorry.
Good night.
-Good night.
-Who's that?
-Sir.
He's there.
Came by boat.
-When?
-15 minutes ago.
-Why didn't you
let me know sooner?
-It's this fog.
Our men lost their bearings.
-At once to the
front of the house.
Come, come.
-You stay here.
-Very good, sir.
-I thought you would never come.
-This cursed fog.
Where's the girl?
-At the end of the corridor.
-Good.
Wilson?
-He's locked his door.
-Get him out.
Offer him any inducement.
-He's in the house.
[SCREAMING]
-Miss Eileen!
That's Eileen!
-Mr. Wilson, quick.
Miss Forrester-- something
terrible has happened.
-Eileen!
Eileen.
Eileen, my darling,
are you all right?
WILSON: Help!
Murder!
Help!
-Break it down.
-I have--
-Halt!
Halt!
Halt!
-Are you all right?
-Quite all right.
Thank you, Watson.
Take them downstairs.
-As I suspected.
-Captain Pyke.
-You are charged with the
murders of James Murphy,
Malcolm Dearing,
and William Baker.
-And this woman?
-As an accomplice.
Take them away.
-I saw him killed.
-You saw him pretend
to be killed.
It was he who attacked you.
-He was shot.
-No shot broke that window.
He broke it himself.
-But the blood.
-Animal blood.
On a sponge.
Merrydew, of course,
was in on it.
-Mr. Holmes, there's
a second man outside.
Came by car.
I thought it my
duty to detain him.
-Bring him in.
-Well, well, well, Mr. Holmes.
This is indeed a surprise.
-What are you doing here?
-Well, surely a man has a
right to visit his own house.
I own the mortgage
on this place.
I've invited some friends
down for the weekend
to discuss some business.
-Won't do, Merrydew.
Arrest him.
-Well, this is rather a
high-handed procedure.
What are the charges, Holmes?
-The gravest possible.
That of being accessory to
the murders of James Murphy,
Malcolm Dearing,
and William Baker,
and with the attempted
murder of Javis
Wilson and Miss
Eileen Forrester.
-Hmm.
Rather a tall indictment.
I think you'd better
have the bracelets.
-May I help you?
-I've more than enough here.
-Then who can tell?
I say, who can tell?
-This will mean a
promotion, Lestrade.
-I'm very grateful
to you, Mr. Holmes.
But how you did it beats me.
-Simple enough.
Simple.
-Simple?
-By the examination of the
footsteps in the garden of Mr.
Dearing's house, I was certain
of the murderer's description.
You will remember the ring.
There was no mark to
indicate that it had remained
on that finger for a
period of six years
as stated by his mistress.
-His wife, you mean.
-Mistress, Watson.
Mistress.
-Well, you ought to know.
-And the Scarlet Ring?
-Perhaps you'll
remember the appearance
of the Mandarin's gems
in China some years ago.
-Perfectly.
-To realize on gems of
international repute
to be a ticklish matte?
-Very.
They'd have to be
broken up piece by piece
and then disposed of
carefully and slowly.
-Exactly.
The Scarlet Ring was
formed by the instigators
of the original crime to
protect the receiving end.
-And what was Pyke's motive?
-Greed.
The last survivor will
become the recipient
of the entire booty.
I think it will
be found that Pyke
was the original ringleader.
But Mr. Wilson could furnish
us with an answer to that.
-Not one word.
-We shall never forget
you, Mr. Holmes.
-Rather not, sir.
-You must invite
me to the wedding.
-Perhaps you'll give me away.
-I appreciate the
compliment, but I never
give a lady away,
except professionally.
Come, Doctor.
They'll send for you
when they need you.
[THEME MUSIC]
[TRAIN CHUGGING]
-No loving deck.
Hey, Jenny.
You have in.
I can't open it.
-Too right, though.
Oh, blimey.
-Call his name.
-Mr. Partridge.
Hey, Mr. Partridge.
-Now what's the trouble?
-Can't open the blinking door.
-Come out.
You hear me?
This is Victoria Station.
-Some drunk sleeping it off.
-Young gents
traveling first class.
-My word.
-Hi, Jim.
Let's have your ladder.
-Yes.
-Open that window.
-Right.
I can't budge it, Mr. Partridge.
-Budge is the word.
You'll have to smash it, then.
-Right.
Oh!
Mr. Partridge, there's--
-Hold it.
Run, [INAUDIBLE].
Fetch the police.
Don't stand there lollygagging.
-This must be the place.
-We made it.
-You'll have to wait here.
-I'm not going to let you go
in a place like this alone.
-You must, really.
I'll be all right.
-This meeting is
now called to order.
The unfortunate death in a
train of one of our members, Mr.
James Murphy, who departed
this life by his own act
while of unsound mind, has
necessitated this meeting.
-That's what you
say, Mr. Merrydew.
But how do you know?
-A verdict of death by
suicide was returned tonight.
This is the second occasion that
we have been brought together
by the mishaps to our members.
The first being the passing
away by natural causes
of the late Colonel Forrester,
whose charming daughter so
gracefully honors us with
her presence here tonight.
It is agreed in the pact
drawn up and formally
attested to by its founders that
should the grim reaper overtake
one or more, the interests of
the deceased in the society
will be divided equally
among the surviving members.
It is also provided
for in the pact
that Miss Forrester becomes
a participating member.
Consequently, the interests
of the late James Murphy
will be divided equally
among the seven of us.
I move that my fee for the
necessary legal representation,
funeral expenses, and a
modest urn for the ashes
be defrayed by our organization.
I understand from
the widow that he
expressed a preference
for cremation.
-I second that.
-All those in favor will please
signify by raising their hand.
Mr. Wilson.
Mr. Baker.
Mr. Dearing.
Mr. Pyke.
Ah Yet.
Good.
-Has any provision been
made for the widow?
-No.
-I presume that we could
stretch a point in her favor.
-Emphatically not.
Things are complicated
enough as they are.
-Why did he want
to kill himself?
-Have you ever met his wife?
-No.
-No?
Well, I have.
A pest if there ever was one.
We can attribute
his death solely
to the general deficiencies
of one Annabelle Mary Murphy.
-What would you
deduce from this?
-Obviously an attempt to
convey secret information.
-Could you decipher it?
-I could not.
Nor could you.
-Would you like to bet?
-Certainly.
-How much?
-A shilling.
My time is too valuable.
-The answer will be
found in a large book
because the numbers are large.
I'd suggest the Bible.
A client, Watson.
-Where?
-The widow standing
under the streetlamp.
-A widow?
Would you like to bet on that?
-Of course.
-Well, I'm not going down
the street to ask her.
-Ah.
Won't be necessary.
She's made up her mind.
-So you deduce at
a distance, eh?
-Not in this case.
I recognized her features.
She's a Mrs. Murphy.
Her husband was
murdered three days ago.
-Do you mean the man that
was found dead in a train?
-Exactly.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
-Come in.
-A Mrs. Murphy to see you, sir.
-Mr. Holmes, I'm in such a mess.
Such a mess.
My husband up and
died without leaving
me as much as a threepenny bit.
I-- It's a crying shame, Mr.
Holmes, that's what it is.
-Sit down and try
to compose yourself.
-Cut off without a farthing by
an ungrateful good-for-nothing.
Me!
And my kind of life!
No dirty dog had a better wife.
I've waited on
him hand to mouth,
stood by his side
morning, noon, and night,
and what does the stinker do?
He ups and kills
himself and-- and
leaves his money to a trust.
And Mr. Merrydew.
Yes.
And there's another stinker
if I never saw another.
Won't even let me
have a sixpence.
He won't even let me have
an ha'penny, Mr. Holmes.
-Thaddeus Merrydew, the lawyer?
-Yes, the thieving hound,
the dirty rat, the--
-One moment.
You were married how long?
-Five blessed long years.
-Previous to your marriage,
your husband served in the army?
-You knew him?
-A bit.
He got his charge in China?
-Yes, that's right.
-Then you married.
-Yes, and I gave up
everything, Mr. Holmes.
You ask the proprietor of the
Black Sow, he'll tell you.
It was me that made
that pub what it was.
-And your husband had money?
-Barrels of it.
And when he wanted more, he
used to come up to London
and get it.
It was that that took him to
London when he killed himself.
-How do you know?
-Well, Jim comes into my room.
I was in bed with a piece of
cucumber rind round my head,
trying to cure an headache.
He had a letter in his hand.
"See, here, pig," he said.
That was his pet name
for me when he was drunk.
"I'm going up to London."
-Did you read the
contents of the letter?
-Oh, it wasn't no letter.
It was just a piece of doggerel.
-Watson, make a note of
Mrs. Murphy's address.
-It's 232 King's Cross Road.
Then you'll have to
take me, Mr. Holmes?
-I'll, ah, take up your case.
-Ah, mind you, it'll
have to be for love.
-Love?
-For nix.
I've noticed how you
like working for nothing.
-My interest is to bring
the criminal to justice.
-Well, never mind about justice.
Never mind about the crime.
All I want is my
husband's lawful money.
And I want you to slap that
thieving lawyer's face right
across, between his
greasy, fat chops.
Goodnight, Mr. Holmes.
I'll be seeing you,
and thank you kindly.
-Good night, Mrs. Murphy.
Deep water, Watson.
-She needs some shady
lawyer, not you.
-Think so?
-I'm amazed at your
wasting your energies
on such a morbid trifle.
Who is this Merrydew?
-London's most dangerous crook.
The king of blackmailers.
A gliding, slidy,
venomous snake.
Once in his power, he'll
squeeze and squeeze
until he's drained
his victims dry.
More than once I've
had my net around him,
but so far he's managed
to wriggle his way out.
The time has come, Watson.
The time has come for
Mr. Thaddeus Merrydew.
-And now Miss Forrester
and gentlemen, this
concludes the meeting.
I would like to have
a word with you alone.
I sincerely trust
no further accident
will happen to occasion
another meeting?
-Never can tell.
-Are you going my way?
-Which way do you go?
I go the other.
-That leads to a dead end.
-That's the way I go.
-Good night, then.
-Good night.
-You must never mention anything
that transpired at this meeting
tonight, or even that
this meeting was held.
I saw a young man standing
on the corner as I came in.
-Yes, my fiance.
He brought me here
and is waiting for me.
-Oh.
Then you're thinking
of being married?
-Yes.
-I wouldn't, if I were you.
That is, at least until
you've consulted me.
-But why?
-I can't explain.
In a short time, the society
will no longer exist.
Until its affairs
are winded up, it
would be most unwise
for you to marry.
Your father would
not have wished it.
-What had my father to
do with these people?
-Didn't he ever tell you?
-No.
-Then I must
respect his silence.
Remember, not a word
to a living soul.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
-He's after me.
He's after me!
-Captain Pyke!
[GLASS BREAKING]
[SCREAMING]
Ah!
Ah!
-Dead.
-Dead.
Shot through the heart.
You wait here.
[SCREAMING]
-What is it?
What's happening?
Are you hurt?
-Someone-- Look!
He's disappeared!
What does it mean?
-The murderer must
have had an accomplice
and removed the body.
-We must call the police.
-No, no, the police will
be here soon enough.
You mustn't become involved.
-But it's murder.
-As you respect your
father's memory,
you must preserve
a strict silence.
Not a word.
Come.
-The body was pulled
out of the Thames
at 5:00 AM at the
Lighthouse District.
The autopsy shows the death
was caused by a bullet
through the heart.
The features that you
see are unrecognizable,
caused possibly by the battering
of the head against the wall
before the body was found.
We have identified the
body by means of that ring.
-Ah.
A very rare and very
beautiful ring, Lestrade.
-There isn't the slightest doubt
the deceased is Captain Pyke.
The clothes were identified.
Initials were on the
collar and on the shirt.
Further identifications are
contained in these letters
that were found in the clothing.
-Where is the widow?
-We asked her to wait.
She's in the adjoining room.
-Mrs. Pyke?
-Yes.
You are?
-My name is Sherlock Holmes.
When did you last see
your husband alive?
-We dined together last
night at the Savoy Grill.
He left me shortly
after 9 o'clock.
I never saw him again.
-You are staying?
-At the Savoy.
-You've been in London how long?
-About a week.
-And you live where?
-At the Grange Sherbournes.
-When your husband
left you, did he
inform you where he was going?
-No, but I fancied it was
on a matter of business.
He was a man very
precise in his habits.
When midnight came and
there was no sign of him,
I became rather alarmed.
-Midnight should be
a late hour for him?
-Very.
As the time went on, I
became more and more worried.
At last I informed the police.
An hour ago, I
received a message
to come here, where I identified
the body of my poor husband.
-By the ring?
-Yes.
-Did he always wear a ring?
-That one, yes.
I gave it to him
when we were married.
-That would be?
-About six years ago, in China.
It is an heirloom
belonging to my family
and has been handed down
through generations.
-I see.
Permit me to express my
sympathy for your great loss.
-Thank you.
Is that all?
-By the way, should
it become necessary,
shall I communicate with you
at the Grange or the Savoy?
-Through my lawyer.
-His name?
-Mr. Thaddeus Merrydew.
Good morning, Mr. Holmes.
-Well, what do you make of it?
-Murder.
Unquestionably.
-Is that all?
-That's all I have to say.
-What do you think?
-I think that the
lady is a liar.
-You!
It's not possible!
What do you want with me?
[GUNSHOT]
-The papers are full of
the Pyke murder mystery.
-Seemed to me particularly
senseless and futile.
There was no motive.
-No motive?
Peer deep down in the black
heart of Thaddeus Merrydew
and you'll find a motive.
-You don't mean to suggest that
he had anything to do with it,
do you?
-I suggest nothing.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
-Come in.
-Inspector Lestrade
to see you, sir.
-Mr. Holmes.
Dr. Watson.
-Mr. Holmes.
Dr. Watson.
Dr. Watson.
-What's the matter?
Dr. Watson.
-What's the matter?
You look worried.
-Worried?
I'm up to my neck.
-Again?
-Before I can begin
to finish one case,
I'm plunged into another.
-That's the penalty
of being smart.
You came to see
me professionally?
-Well, unofficially.
-I see.
Heads you win, tails I lose.
-There's been a bad
business during the night.
An old gentleman.
You'll find it a
bit of a puzzler.
-You mean you found
it a bit of a puzzler?
-We've left everything
in status quo
hoping you'll favor
us with an opinion.
-Dead?
-Mm-hmm.
-Murder?
-Suicide.
-Come, Watson.
The game is afoot.
-He was well-known
as a stamp collector.
-Hmm.
Very interesting.
-What is it, Holmes?
-That leads out to the garden?
-Seldom used, to judge
by the rusty hinges.
-Good morning, sir.
-Good morning.
-You can see that I've
left everything untouched.
-If a herd of
buffaloes passed along,
it couldn't be a greater mess.
You can take a smoke.
-Thank you, sir.
-What do you think?
-There's been murder done.
The murderer was a man.
He was in the prime of life, six
feet in height, has small feet,
wears square-toed boots, limps
slightly on the left foot
and smokes Trichinopoly cigars.
-Well, if it was murder,
how was it committed?
-The assassin was in the house
before his victim arrived.
He hid in the recess
behind the window.
While there, he smoked a cigar.
He fired a shot which hit the
victim on the back of the head
and then dragged the body
to where you found it.
He left and returned
some while later
to fire a second shot, this
time through the mouth.
You'll find the mark
of a boot clearly
imprinted on the
congealed blood.
-What was his object?
-To obliterate the
effect of the first,
hoping by so doing to transfer
the crime from that of murder
to one of suicide.
Bullet number one you
will find in the wall
on the farther side of the room.
The other will be found
embedded in the body
of the murdered man.
Come, Watson.
We mustn't keep Mr.
Merrydew waiting.
-Mr. Holmes is
still waiting, sir.
-Oh.
How long has it been, now?
-Fully two hours, sir.
-That's as it should be.
You may show him in now.
-Very good, sir.
-Mr. Holmes, this is
the bigger pleasure.
I'm sorry to have
kept you waiting,
but I had to digest my lunch.
-This is my friend and partner.
Dr. Watson.
-How do you do?
Fancy a pour, gentlemen?
-Thank you, no.
-Hmm.
Cigar?
Thank you.
Ah, be seated, gentlemen.
I represent Annabelle
Mary Murphy.
Charming lady.
-I'm empowered to
act on her behalf.
-Congratulations.
-As you are doubtless
aware, her husband
came to a premature
and sudden end.
-Dear, dear.
-My client is
under an impression
that certain monies
belonging to the deceased
are being unlawfully
withheld from her.
-By whom?
-By you.
-And you believe
this delightful lady?
-I'm paid to find out.
An angry woman is
hard to pacify,
so I thought an
amicable discussion
with you would put me in
possession of certain facts
with which I could
prove to my client
the absurdity of her claim.
-I see.
Is that all?
-That is all.
-Dear, dear, you're
not smoking my cigar.
-You refuse to assist me.
-My dear Mr. Holmes, I have
neither the information
or the authority.
You see, until a few
days ago I was not aware
that your distinguished
client existed.
In my profession, I
deal with many cases
impartially and legally without
coming into personal contact
with my client.
-It won't do, Mr. Merrydew.
-Anything else?
-May I trouble you for
a pencil and paper?
-Help yourself.
Mr. Busybody Holmes.
-By the way, I think you
should know that another client
of yours met his
death last night.
Mr. Malcolm Dearing.
Found murdered.
Good day, Mr. Merrydew.
Come, Watson.
Cold-blooded monster.
Well, I've given him
something to think about.
-Did you see what I saw?
His feet.
-What about them?
-Well, they were small
feet, and the boots--
-Well, well?
-Were square-toed.
Square-toed!
-Really?
-Yes, and-- and did you
remark the brand of cigar?
-Cigar?
Trichinopoly.
It was stenciled in big
letters on the top of the box.
-Is that all you observed?
-Was there anything else?
-100 things, among them
the cipher to the code.
A large book, Watson.
-I saw no Bible.
-Would you call a "Whitaker's
Almanac" a large book?
-Yes, indeed.
-In that book will be found
the message of the numbers.
-Mr. Holmes.
-Mrs. Pyke.
-Holmes, what did you write
on that sheet of paper?
-A long shot in
the dark, Watson.
But it hit a bullseye.
-Miss Forrester lives
here, I believe.
Tell her that Mr. Merrydew
wishes to see her.
Mr. Thaddeus Merrydew.
And hurry.
-Mr. Merrydew calling
to see you, Miss.
-Miss Forrester.
You're looking charming as ever.
I see you've
received my flowers.
-Thank you.
-I sent them to soften the
unexpectedness of my visit.
-You've come about the
murder of Captain Pyke?
-No.
Have the police
been pestering you?
-No.
-I was fortunate enough to
keep your name out of it.
Have you seen today's papers?
Shocking, shocking.
Poor old gentlemen.
This is a very
wicked world we're
living in, Miss Forrester.
Now, this will necessitate
another meeting.
That's why I came
myself to tell you.
Safer.
Too many eavesdroppers,
busybodies concerning
themselves with other
people's business.
[PHONE RINGING]
-The same time, the same place.
Tomorrow night.
-Oh, please don't ask me to go
to that dreadful place again.
-Well, unfortunately,
in this case,
I'm a servant carrying
out instructions.
You have nothing to worry about.
Not a thing.
Not a thing to worry about.
-Oh, hmm-- this-- this is my--
Mr. Stanford, Mr. Merrydew.
-Remember.
I seem to see you everyplace.
-Who is that man?
-He's my lawyer.
-Hmm.
I remember seeing
him the other night.
But what's he doing here?
-Oh, please don't begin
that all over again.
-But Eileen, surely I
have a right to know.
-Oh, John.
I'm so miserable.
It's something that
concerns father.
Just before he died,
he sent for me.
I remember his words.
On my death, you'll find
yourself well provided for.
You'll be rich.
Remember this name.
He repeated it twice.
Merrydew.
Should he communicate with
you, follow his instructions,
for through him will
come this inheritance.
-And the meeting three days ago?
-Began the fulfillment
of father's words.
-I think I'm beginning
to understand.
[RAPPING ON DOOR]
-I thought I saw--
-John, John!
-He's a black-bearded
man, ill-dressed.
Looked like a tramp.
-How tall?
-Oh, quite tall.
-Could you keep Miss
Forrester under observation
without her knowing it?
-I don't understand.
Is Eileen in danger?
-In great danger.
You were wise in
coming to see me.
Should anything unforeseen
occur, get in touch with me.
Go to her.
Remember, get in touch with me.
[DOOR CLOSING]
-We are getting on, Watson.
-I'm glad to see you in
a more cheerful mood.
-We've done remarkably well.
-I'm pleased.
I admit I could do with
a little explanation.
I, too, feel a little curious.
-I considered the claims
of "Whitaker's Almanac."
As I suspected, the
large number represented
the page, the second, the
small number, the column,
and the other
figure's the message.
You'll find it
decoded on the table.
[PLAYING VIOLIN]
-Meeting of scarlet ring.
Tuesday.
Limehouse.
M. Merrydew?
-Possibly.
Tomorrow will appear
in the personal column
of the Daily Telegraph
a second message.
A request for information.
-Your message?
-My message.
-And the next step?
-The need of fresh air will
take me in the country tomorrow.
In the meantime, relaxation.
Music.
I hope I won't bore you.
-Not if you make it soft.
-Ah, these is getting
worser and worser.
-All you do is hope they
don't get more worser
before they'll get less worser.
-Same as I say.
-That were a very bad
business about Captain Pyke.
A very bad business.
-Same as I say.
I hear tell is
how the old Grange
has gone under the hammer.
-Lock, stock and barrel.
-Same as I say.
-And I almost broke this
old back of mine weeding
their old garden, and
to look at it now,
you'd think I'd spent
all my time in here.
-Morning, sir.
-Morning.
-Morning, morning.
How far is the Grange from here?
-Some will tell you four miles
and some will tell you five.
But I say it's more than
four and less than five.
-Is there any means of
getting there besides walking?
-Bless your heart, yes, sir.
I've an hold trap.
I'll harness up old
Caesar and old Will
here will drive you over.
-Will he take anything to drink?
-Wouldn't come amiss.
Scotch.
Scotch and splash.
-Put a bottle on the
table, some glasses,
and a side for his soda.
-Coming, sir.
Coming.
Lord, love it if it was
going to be busy again.
-You're a godsend to him, Sir.
He hasn't had a paying
customer for a long time.
-I'll have a chit for
you in a jiffy, sir.
Afore you can say Jack Robinson.
-Help yourself.
-Thank you, sir.
Just a little dropsy.
-Say when.
-When.
Well, here's to your
very good health, sir.
Aww, feel like a new man, sir.
-Well, then I'll give
the new man a drink.
-Right-o, sir.
Well, to your very
good health again, sir.
-Good health.
Were you born in these parts?
-I've never seen none other.
Worked for the Pyke
family all my life
until I got tired of working.
Got this old
backache from weeding
their bloody old garden.
-Then you would remember
the late Captain.
-And his father, and the old
gentleman afore his father.
See that dent?
That belongs to Captain Pyke.
-A mark caused possibly
by the imprint of a stone.
-And right you are, sir.
Many a good licking
young Master Robin
got for chucking
stones at me, sir!
-Sounds as though the
young man was someone wild.
-Wild?
He was a holy terror.
-Ready and waiting, sir.
I've harnessed up old Caesar
and he's raring to go.
-You must tell me some
more on the way over.
Better bring the bottle.
-Right-o, sir.
Scotch is sure good
for the backache.
Steady, Caesar.
Steady.
He's hard to handle when
he's raring to go, sir.
-You were saying?
-You can't make English gentry
out of the heathen Chinese, no
how.
Not in these parts.
-Very difficult, I imagine.
When the captain was alive,
did he stay here often?
-Until last Tuesday,
we ain't seen nothing
on him to close
nigh on two years.
-Hmm.
-Shall we, ah, have one, sir?
-You take two.
-Right-o, sir!
The old back feels
better already, sir.
-Magic.
-There's the Grange now, sir.
-Any servants there now?
-Well, nothing what you might
call real servants, sir.
There's Daffy
Dolly, and well, you
might have to be
to keep that place.
I kept it for 30 years.
-Stop a moment.
-Woah, Caesar.
-I'll walk the rest of the way.
I'm in a hurry.
Wait here for me.
-I won't budge an inch.
[BURP]
-I beg your pardon.
[BELL RINGING]
-Is your mistress in?
-No, sir.
-Where is she?
-London Town.
-I understand this
house is for sale.
I may wish to buy it.
I'll look it over.
I'll look it over.
-That's the mistress.
Such a good looker.
Such eyes.
She walks like a cat.
Such a figure.
Such a fine bit of good.
-Buzz, buzz.
-Mistress sleeps here.
[PANTING]
-Aren't you feeling good?
-It's my heart.
Water.
Quick!
-Just a minute.
Just a minute!
[KNOCKING ON WOOD]
-Drink this!
-I'm dying.
Do phone for a doctor!
-Oh, dear!
We haven't got any
phones in the house.
-Then go for one!
-Doctor's a good
five miles away!
-Fetch him.
Hurry!
Hurry!
Run!
-All right, I'll run, I'll run.
-It's so kind of you to come.
Knowing my late husband
as intimately as you did,
I felt I could turn
to no better person
to help me through
this trying time.
-Well, you know,
anything I can do.
-You are very nervous today.
-Well, I can't help it.
Look at my hands.
You know, I'm-- I'm
trembling all over.
That'll stop the
racket, at any rate.
-My late husband always spoke
of you in the warmest terms,
and you know the high regard
in which I've always held you.
-Oh, have you?
-Can you doubt it?
You are the only one who
knows my husband's affairs.
Everything has been left in
the most terrible disorder.
My house in the
country will be sold.
I wonder, if you
could spare the time--
-Yes?
-You could be my guest
over the weekend.
And we could go through
his papers together.
-Well, you know, with pleasure.
I could do with a
bit of a change.
-We could drive down.
Would tonight be possible?
-Tonight?
No.
You see, I've got an
important meeting tonight.
-Then tomorrow?
-Tomorrow.
May-- may I make a
little confession?
You know, Mrs. Pyke, I've
always admired you tremendously.
-Who's there?
-Baker.
-Oh, it's you, is it?
-Who did you think it was?
Where are the others?
-I'm the first one here.
-There's a rat among us.
-Yes, and he's facing
me, seated on a chair.
-Today someone has
given away the code.
"Anyone supplying information
concerning the Scarlet Ring
will be rewarded.
Apply Sherlock Holmes,
221A Baker Street."
It's one of us.
That's certain.
We can leave out [INAUDIBLE].
Can't be that dumb Chinaman.
There remains you,
myself, and Merrydew.
-Well, it's not me.
On my oath.
-Or me, I swear it.
-Menace.
-I thought that snake
was double-crossing me.
-Well, it's getting
on my nerves.
-It's now going
to be a nightmare.
-First Murphy, then
Pyke, then Dearing.
Who will be next?
Listen.
Suppose someone wants to supply
information to Sherlock Holmes.
-Then it'll all come out.
-No, no.
Holmes is different
from the police.
He protects clients.
-Holmes works with the police.
What's in the back of your mind?
-I want a fine carriage.
I want to leave.
The suspense is
getting on my nerves.
It's killing me.
-What suspense?
Well, pray be seated, gentlemen.
I overheard your conversation.
It's most illuminating.
-We are not going on.
-No?
And why not, Frank?
-I don't want to
die like Murphy.
-Or be found dead like Pyke.
-No?
Perhaps you'd like to spend the
rest of your lives in prison.
Hmm?
No, my friends.
Crime brought you
together, and by crime
you will stick together.
Gentlemen, in a few more
days, the Scarlet Ring
will cease to exist.
-We'll cease to exist, you mean?
-I have just received word
from the agent of Antwerp.
The plunder has finally
been disposed of.
This time next week, the
principal will be in my hands.
A small, unimportant matter
of some 1 million pounds
to be divided equally among us.
200,000 pounds apiece.
Ah.
200,000 pounds.
-And meanwhile?
-You've waited for five years.
What's a matter of a few days?
-Here, what guarantees that
we'll be alive to receive it?
-None.
Of course, if it were a question
of your life without the money,
it might be arranged.
-How?
-Letter in the form
of a deed of gift
relinquishing your
right to any benefits
accruing to the Society.
-And give up 200,000 pounds?
-It might ensure your life.
-I'll see you burn first.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
-Shh.
Not a word.
Well, Miss Forrester.
This is a pleasure.
Come in.
Would you sit down?
And now to business.
Miss Forrester and
gentlemen, again I
have the pleasure of
presiding at this meeting.
[PHONE RINGING]
-Hello?
One moment.
A Mr. Standford.
-Yes?
Where?
-Well, thank
[INAUDIBLE] you've come.
I followed her here and
phoned you immediately.
She went through the side door.
And there were four others.
A lawyer, two white men,
strangers, and a Chinaman.
-When it comes, it
won't come from the sky.
-Oh, shut up.
-Oh?
-I'm on fire.
Life's worth more
to me than money.
-Yours may be.
Mine isn't.
Shall we walk to the
station together?
-No, no.
You go ahead.
-She's inside.
They've left her inside!
-Shh.
-Dash.
Check the door!
Eileen!
My darling!
-Get in the fresh air.
-God.
-You came in the nick of time.
Get her home.
Don't let her out of your sight.
Go on.
-Arrest him, save me save me!
-Speaking as a medical man,
it is extremely dangerous
to run at your age
and with your weight.
-Could I-- could I have
a glass of water please?
-Sit down.
-Oh, thank you.
I must apologize for bursting
in like this, Mr. Holmes.
-I'm Dr. Watson.
I don't know when Mr.
Holmes will be back.
Please wait.
-Thank you.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
-Come in.
Sit down.
Cigarette?
Any luck?
Too bad.
I have here the securities.
Easily negotiable
for a million pounds.
The Chinaman Ah Yet is
devoted to his mistress.
Doubtless a generous
purse will satisfy him.
On account of Holmes, I
cannot impress upon you too
sufficiently the
necessity for speed.
Everything must be finished
tomorrow night at the Grange.
I will make all
the arrangements.
-You've got to help me.
Mr. Holmes.
If you don't, I'm a doomed man.
Not 10 minutes ago, an
attempt was made on my life.
You see, I live on Ebury Street.
I was on my way there.
I was about to
cross the road, and
some instinct made me leap back.
As I did, a car, driven
with terrific speed
and coming on the wrong side
of the road, whizzed by me.
How I escaped was a miracle.
-Did you by any chance see
the occupant of the car?
-Yes.
As it flashed by me, I caught
a glimpse of the driver.
A black-bearded man.
-Is there anyone who would
benefit by your death?
-Yes.
Four persons.
You see, Mr. Holmes, there's
an estate to be settled up.
And if I should go out,
well, they get my share.
-Is any one of them capable
of committing a crime?
-Yes.
Three of them.
-How much is your
share of this estate?
-200,000 pounds.
-Naturally, you would
wish to live to enjoy it.
When were you in China last?
-I was never in China.
-Come, come, sir.
Then the tattooing
above the right wrist?
-Well, that-- that
was done in England.
-You must be mistaken.
That particular yellow is
to be found only in China.
What made you come to me?
-Well, you see, Mr.
Holmes, I-- Well,
I'd heard of your reputation.
-How did you know my address?
Aren't you here in answer
to my advertisement?
Were you not returning
from Limehouse?
Are you not a member
of the Scarlet Ring?
Is it not a fact that
three of your members
have met with very
sudden ends and you're
terrified lest their
fate before you?
-Why, you must be
the devil himself.
-Answer me.
-Yes, Mr. Holmes.
But I'm guiltless.
I'm up against some
power that no precaution
can guard against.
-Go straight home and lock
yourself in your house.
-But it's very old and
easily broken into.
-Do you have a cellar?
-Bomb-proof.
-Hide there.
On second thought, we'll see
what we've been [INAUDIBLE].
Take a revolver, Watson.
-So, do you think
there's any hope?
-Obey my inspections
implicitly and I
can promise you almost a chance.
Tomorrow, leave town.
-You see, Mr. Holmes,
I get in pay today.
You see, I know it is
a place in the country.
Very secluded.
Miles away from any place.
It belongs to the widow of
an acquaintance of mine.
The lady is an
Oriental, an Asiatic.
As a matter of
fact, she's Chinese.
-Mrs. Pyke.
When you arrive at the
Grange near Sherbournes,
you'll probably be given
the room next to the lady.
You'll find a door
connecting the two rooms.
Keep it locked.
Arrive there neither before
nor later than 9 o'clock.
On your arrival,
pretend a headache.
-Pretend one?
-Go straight to your room.
If you value your life,
don't open the door.
-Baker!
They got him too.
-Poison.
-Wait here, says he, for me!
And that's the last
I've seen of him.
-A rake and a queer one.
Free with his money.
Same as I say.
-He must have been the
picker when he was a lad.
Dolly ran all the way
to fetch Dr. Smallwood,
and she and Smallwood
nigh burst a blood
vessel trying to get to him.
And when they found
him, he wasn't there.
And nary a one of them
ever set eyes on him again.
-Same as I say.
Company!
Evening gentlemen, evening.
Up you get, Will, and
make way for the gents.
Good evening, gentlemen.
Good evening.
-Good evening.
-Good evening.
-Take anything to drink?
-Wouldn't come amiss.
-Scotch and splash?
-Scotch and splash,
how did you know, sir?
Thank you, sir.
-Give your order, gentlemen.
Put the bottle on the table,
glasses, and [INAUDIBLE] soda.
-Right, sir.
Bottle of whiskey.
Four glasses. [INAUDIBLE].
Gentlemen?
[CHATTERING]
-Four glasses.
-There you are, sir.
What brings you gentlemen
round these here parts?
-This friend of mine belongs
to the medical profession.
A patient of his has escaped.
An old gentleman of any
dangerous character.
That's the reason for
all these wardens.
-An old gentleman?
Wearing a cape?
Stoops a bit?
Big in the belly?
-You've seen him?
-Have I seen him?
Yes, sir.
And Dolly at the Grange
seen him and Dr. Smallwood
ought to have seen him but
he never set eyes on him.
As sure as I'm
standing here, sir.
He sat right there.
It was the day before yesterday.
-Doctor, we're on the right set.
Say when.
-When.
Well, here's to your
very good health, sir.
-Another beer?
Thank you very kindly, sir.
-Pay the bill, Watson.
And take care of this gentleman.
-Come along.
What'll you have?
-Well, here's hoping
that we get him.
-Who?
-Cash my buttons if I know.
My mind has never
been in such a fog.
-It's time to leave.
-Gregson should be there by now.
We'll have the Grange so
well-surrounded a cat couldn't
get through without being seen.
Come along, men.
-Mr. Holmes, something
terrible has happened.
Miss Forrester has disappeared.
-Disappeared?
But I told you to guard her.
-But I couldn't
understand your telegram.
-Telegram?
What telegram?
-Instructed me to
meet you at Dover.
-Are you mad?
-I don't know, I'm
almost insane with worry.
-Go on.
-When I arrived at Dover,
I suspected it was a hoax.
I returned to
London immediately.
Fortunately, I
have a racing car.
Arriving there, I went
straight to Eileen's house.
She'd gone.
A maid told me that she
left in the early afternoon
with a strange woman.
-A Chinese woman?
-Yes.
I called you where you live.
When I gave my name
to your housekeeper,
she told me where
I could locate you.
Oh, Mr. Holmes, what
could have happened?
Oh, where could she be?
-Come, Lestrade.
There's not a moment to lose.
-Mr. Holmes is late.
-Are you sure
you're not mistaken?
-I have written instructions
to bring you here.
You saw them.
-Perhaps the fog.
-I'm certain he'll be here.
If not tonight, then
tomorrow morning.
[BELL RINGING]
-Who's there?
-Strange.
I seldom--
-Stop!
You open that door, and I'll
choke the life out of you.
-Mr. Wilson, have
you lost your reason?
-Tell him if he opens
that door, he'll
never live to open another.
never live to open another.
-Off you go.
-Off you go.
-Who is it?
-Telegraph.
Telegraph for Miss Forrester.
-I'll give it to her.
-All right.
-Good news?
Excuse me.
-Here, what is it?
What is it?
-What does it mean?
-Dear, I'm going to bed.
Miss Forrester, when you go
to your room, lock your door.
Shh-- And keep it locked.
-What's the matter?
-I'm rather chilly.
-Who's there?
-It's me, sir.
-Did you deliver the telegram?
-Yes, sir.
-To Miss Forrester herself?
-I gave it to one lady to
give to the other, sir.
-Thank you.
Good night.
-Good night, sir.
-Will you let me go to her?
-Wait.
-I'll never do it again.
-What?
-Stand about all
night without a flask.
Look, Holmes.
Over there.
-Drop your gun.
Well, Inspector?
-I checked up on all points.
No one could have
slipped through.
-Good night, my dear.
My bedroom is just
across the corridor.
If you should want
me for anything,
don't hesitate to call me.
-Thank you.
-Good night.
-Good night.
-Mr. Wilson, are you in bed?
-Yes, yes.
Sorry.
Good night.
-Good night.
-Who's that?
-Sir.
He's there.
Came by boat.
-When?
-15 minutes ago.
-Why didn't you
let me know sooner?
-It's this fog.
Our men lost their bearings.
-At once to the
front of the house.
Come, come.
-You stay here.
-Very good, sir.
-I thought you would never come.
-This cursed fog.
Where's the girl?
-At the end of the corridor.
-Good.
Wilson?
-He's locked his door.
-Get him out.
Offer him any inducement.
-He's in the house.
[SCREAMING]
-Miss Eileen!
That's Eileen!
-Mr. Wilson, quick.
Miss Forrester-- something
terrible has happened.
-Eileen!
Eileen.
Eileen, my darling,
are you all right?
WILSON: Help!
Murder!
Help!
-Break it down.
-I have--
-Halt!
Halt!
Halt!
-Are you all right?
-Quite all right.
Thank you, Watson.
Take them downstairs.
-As I suspected.
-Captain Pyke.
-You are charged with the
murders of James Murphy,
Malcolm Dearing,
and William Baker.
-And this woman?
-As an accomplice.
Take them away.
-I saw him killed.
-You saw him pretend
to be killed.
It was he who attacked you.
-He was shot.
-No shot broke that window.
He broke it himself.
-But the blood.
-Animal blood.
On a sponge.
Merrydew, of course,
was in on it.
-Mr. Holmes, there's
a second man outside.
Came by car.
I thought it my
duty to detain him.
-Bring him in.
-Well, well, well, Mr. Holmes.
This is indeed a surprise.
-What are you doing here?
-Well, surely a man has a
right to visit his own house.
I own the mortgage
on this place.
I've invited some friends
down for the weekend
to discuss some business.
-Won't do, Merrydew.
Arrest him.
-Well, this is rather a
high-handed procedure.
What are the charges, Holmes?
-The gravest possible.
That of being accessory to
the murders of James Murphy,
Malcolm Dearing,
and William Baker,
and with the attempted
murder of Javis
Wilson and Miss
Eileen Forrester.
-Hmm.
Rather a tall indictment.
I think you'd better
have the bracelets.
-May I help you?
-I've more than enough here.
-Then who can tell?
I say, who can tell?
-This will mean a
promotion, Lestrade.
-I'm very grateful
to you, Mr. Holmes.
But how you did it beats me.
-Simple enough.
Simple.
-Simple?
-By the examination of the
footsteps in the garden of Mr.
Dearing's house, I was certain
of the murderer's description.
You will remember the ring.
There was no mark to
indicate that it had remained
on that finger for a
period of six years
as stated by his mistress.
-His wife, you mean.
-Mistress, Watson.
Mistress.
-Well, you ought to know.
-And the Scarlet Ring?
-Perhaps you'll
remember the appearance
of the Mandarin's gems
in China some years ago.
-Perfectly.
-To realize on gems of
international repute
to be a ticklish matte?
-Very.
They'd have to be
broken up piece by piece
and then disposed of
carefully and slowly.
-Exactly.
The Scarlet Ring was
formed by the instigators
of the original crime to
protect the receiving end.
-And what was Pyke's motive?
-Greed.
The last survivor will
become the recipient
of the entire booty.
I think it will
be found that Pyke
was the original ringleader.
But Mr. Wilson could furnish
us with an answer to that.
-Not one word.
-We shall never forget
you, Mr. Holmes.
-Rather not, sir.
-You must invite
me to the wedding.
-Perhaps you'll give me away.
-I appreciate the
compliment, but I never
give a lady away,
except professionally.
Come, Doctor.
They'll send for you
when they need you.
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