Sherlock Holmes - Canary Trainer

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1:08San Francisco 26, California. For better hurry, so we can get your recipe calendar to you immediately. And now let's drop in on our good friend Dr. Watson. Good evening, doctor. Good evening, Mr. Foreman. Where are the puppies tonight? Well, I found them playing with a dead seagull so they've been sent up to bed and disgrace me. You certainly look comfortable yourself, doctor. Oh, what's that small blue book you're reading, the latest bestseller? No, no, no, indeed not. This book was never a bestseller, my boy. It's entitled, Practical Handbook of the Calcutta. The sum of observations on the segregation of the Queen. Quite a catchy title. Who's the author? Another by the name of Sherlock Holmes. He was engaged in writing it when the adventure I'm going to tell you about took place. Well, you told us last week, doctor, that a pair of canaries played an important part in the story. That's quite right, Mr. Foreman.

2:10It was in the summer of 1908, I remember. And I'd persuaded Holmes to leave his Sussex B farm for a few weeks. And to join me in a holiday, the little fishing village of Kingsgate in Kent. He was staying at a charming little inn called the Fisherman's Arms. And for the first few days, a holiday was the light blue one. And then I suppose Dr. Strange things began to happen. Indeed, Mr. Foreman. They did indeed. That is strange thing. One afternoon, we just finished a late tea, I remember, and we're sitting outside on the lawn, sunning ourselves, and enjoying our pipe. Holmes laid back, with his long thin fingers cast behind his head, gazing softly at the multi-coloured fishing boat, bobbing a tanker in the harbor. After a moment or two, he's first to leave. What's your last guest, Mrs. Companion? I can't think of anyone else who would let me swap my pipe and silence for half an hour without asking me what I'm thinking about.

3:10That's not the surprising Holmes, after all the years that we've been together, nonetheless. The gift is a rare one, I'm a chef, and I appreciate it. Oh, thank you. By the way, since the half hours up, what have you been thinking about? A lack of enterprise, a modern criminal. Or they're sitting in a remantene to have passed forever from the criminal world. Leave this note, I received this morning, Othello. Leave yourself how low I have sang. Oh, it's too late. It's the home. I am staying in the same inn as yourself, and as I have had a very frightening experience. Please be. I thought perhaps you would help me please do. It's sign Mary Victor, an exciting document, isn't it? Written on the note paper, reading a person on the handwriting is obviously that of an adolescent girl. You haven't bothered to answer, of course. Oh, yes, I have. I've been to mess it back by our good landlord, and I would gladly see her. Why, Holmes? You came down here to complete your handbook on beef farming. Oh, I can't find it.

4:12There's too much it can there is, getting there a sunbathe on the windowsill above us. Oh, I think it's rather jolly to tell this fellow's chirping away up there. I find the sound most distracting. Let's go inside. You know, Holmes, those birds are owned by a charming couple, and Mr. and Mrs. Wainwright. I was chatting with them on the stairs this morning, and I felt their charm will escape me as long as their pets continue to preach in their irritating manner. I've spoken of a piece inquired of the country in Watson, and yet I find it. Come in. Ah, this Mary Victor I presume. Yes, Mr. Holmes. Please come in, chose the door, won't you? Thank you. This might prevent Dr. Watson. You may speak quite billionth under him. How do you do, Inspector? How do you do, Doctor? Ah, sit down, young lady, and tell me what's troubling you. Mr. Holmes, I came down here from London to get away from someone, but I'd been followed. I've been afraid of me at the end, until last night I felt like couldn't stand being cooked up any longer. So I went for a walk in the sea shore. Someone followed me, Mr. Holmes. I ran back here as fast as I could, but now he knows where I live.

5:15When I'm frightened, please help me. Madam, Mr. Victor, I'm afraid you must be much more specific before I can help you. Who has followed you down here, and why are you afraid of him? I'll tell you the whole story. It'll sound strange to you, but I swear it. I'll be able to get him down by the gate. I'm going to my room. No, no, no, don't keep fighting, Mr. Victor. I'm sure we'll be. That's all. You're still living. I don't see anyone outside who might fight and do that. There's two or three fishermen lurking about. Wait a minute. Here's the young fellow walking up the path. Come on, Watson. I'll go through the French windows again. Thank you very much. Here we go again. I think we'll take the liberty of accosting him. Excuse me, sir. Yes? Are you looking for Mr. Mary Victor? Is she island today? Yes, sir. She is. Excuse me, sir. And I'm looking for her. Where can I find her? I can see you're being possessive, sir. Oh, there's no harm in that, is there? But away, who are you, gentlemen? May I ask? My name is Holmes, and this is my friend, Dr. Watson. I'm Basil Carter. You're not Sherlock Holmes, are you? That is my name.

6:15I thought you seemed familiar. I know your brother, Mike Carter. Oh, indeed. And I presume you're connected to the fallen office. Yes, I'm in the consular service. Are you staying at the in-young man? For a few days. It's funny that I should run into the great Sherlock Holmes. I may as? I was planning a murder. Oh, really? But remember, gentlemen, here, I see that I shall have to be very discreet. And who is your independent victim man, Gua? There are two of them. The two collaries in the room next to mine. There it is. Remember, I thought that you were... Yes. But I am serious. The wretched creature is immediately riding me mad. I quite sympathize with you, sir. I've been thinking of coming a slight kiss that made him under my soap. We can take one a piece, Mr. Holmes. Well, I'm glad to have met you both. I hope they see you again. Goodbye. Goodbye, sir. Goodbye. I don't like that fellow, Holmes. If you ask me, he's... Man, who's been fighting the poor girl that came with us. It couldn't look on his face. When you asked me, he was looking for a male victor. There was only one person who can settle the question, and that's the young lady herself. Come on, old fellow.

7:15Let's go back and look. Here comes Wayne Wright, the owner of the canary, sir. Good evening, Mr. Wayne Wright. Good evening, gentlemen. This is my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I am on it to meet you, sir. How do you do, Mr. Wayne Wright? Beautiful evening, isn't it? I just took a stroll down to the store to get some more birdseed. By the way, Mr. Holmes, I hope our canaries don't bother you. Little fellows are such comfort to my wife and me. Oh, no. I'm a daughter. I find that chitter thing very soothing. Why? I'm so glad. Good night, gentlemen. Good night, sir. Good night, Mr. Wilson. Not Wilson, Mr. Holmes. Wayne Wright. Good night. I'm so sorry. I thought you said Wilson. Good night. Not like you to mix up names, Holmes. I didn't mix them up, old fellow. I'd never forget a face. Mr. Wayne Wright is in reality Wilson, a notorious canary trainer, who might have the pleasure of sending to prison for a seven-year stretch of 95. A few years later, he made rather than a spectacular escape from prison, in the history of crime, and has since managed to evade all threats to recapture him.

8:16It's a cut. He seems to sweet over. Oh, possibly he's reformed. But I doubt it. Our stage is set for an intriguing problem, old chap. And our cast is an interesting one. A frightened young girl, a diplomat of uncertainty, and a notable criminal, Watson. I have a feeling that once again, the game is a foot. Holmes, why are we strolling along the pier, and set the string at the end? I thought you said that you would expect him trouble. I am, old chap. And I'm sure that we'll find us out. You know Holmes, I'm still completely mystifying. By the behaviour of that girl, many victor, I knocked at her door last evening, again this morning. I couldn't get any answer. And the landlord told me that she was not seen at dinner last night, nor at breakfast this morning, and yet her room had not been vacated. Curious? Hello? It's comfortable, stunning himself at the end of the pier. Good morning, Sergeant Blake. Mr. Owl, stop the Watson.

9:17How are you, gentlemen? Yes. Thank you, Sergeant, and very appreciative of the weather that you provided for us. I think nothing of it, sir. We always arrange that for our really distinguished visitors. By the way, Mr. Owl, I was reading one of your friend's stories about you last night. The one called, The Adventure of Mysteria Lodge. That was a... Wisteria Lodge, you fool. No, it wasn't. Anyway, I was reading it aloud to me, old woman. And if you don't mind my day in South, Mr. Owl, we both thought you made a bad mistake. Although, of course, you come out all right in the end. Yeah, me, Sergeant, I stand, reprove. Excuse me, Sergeant Holmes. Holmes, look. Look at that figure standing by itself, right at the end of the pier. Mm-hmm. Our friend, Wilson, the canary operator. He's got a revolver. Here, here, we don't want any of these going on in King Sky. Come on. Here, you. What are you doing? Why were they revolving about it? He's back at 3 of you. I'm in law here. Don't tell me what to do. That guy's a... I'm not afraid to fire. Don't do as he says, Sergeant. You don't want to try for width. Just exactly what are you up to, Wilson?

10:18You caught up with me once again, Sherlock. Once again, Sherlock Holmes. But this time you're not going to send me back to a prison again. And maybe the gallows, if I can't escape you, and I'll take my own way out with this revolver. Wilson, what in thunder are you talking about? A murder at the end last night. I did it. Murder? Confessing in front of the three of you? Oh, you leave my wife alone. She didn't know anything about it. Now, I hope you're satisfied, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. He's for you, the revolver. Here, sir. You fool, stop it. Start me think. He done it. Over the pavement into the sea. Get out, Sergeant. It's possible he isn't dead. Roger. Come on, Wilson. Do you have any clean answers? Of course we are. Just heard a murder confession? We don't know who has been murdered. Um, what was the telegram that you sent off just now?

11:22A message to my brother, Michael. We need to be informed. May the casual cut of the young diplomat move met yesterday. You know about a hundred years in the early hours of the morning. Come on, let's go upstairs. Oh, we'd have to break the news to Mrs. Wayne right as well. I probably do that. I think we'll see if this victor's in her room. Which one is it? Here, top of the stairs. This will take the liberty of looking in. The victor has been seen since last night. Uh-huh. I'm locked. Oh, what a mess. That was two and all over the place. Open the suitcases. Look, that is a bit young lady. I've been planning on immediate departure. Where did you be? Oh, I haven't seen her since last night. It's so pretty. Hi. Hello. How are you? I beg your pardon, gentlemen. I thought I had made it to come in. Mrs. Wayne, aye. Mrs. Wayne, aye. I'm... It's made me hope to roll the... Roll the bad news for you. Your husband's put himself a quarter of an hour ago

12:23at the end of the period. His body fell into the sea. Is he dead? We must presume so, madam. He's sergeant there, searching for him. Sergeant Blake should be back here in a moment now. How he did it. After all. Who's in the surprise, madam? And he's threatened to do it. Mrs. Wayne, aye. Before your husband shot himself, he confessed committing a murder in this inn last night. A murder? Who is murder? The moment we're not quite sure. Oh, he must have been out of his mind. Mrs. Wayne, aye. I'm afraid I must ask you some other painful questions. Are you aware that your husband was a criminal? That he served a prison sentence under the name Wilson? Yes, I knew that. He told me when we were married two years ago. But he said that he'd gone straight ever since he came out of prison. That's why he changed his name. He was trying to make a fish start. You know no reason for his saying to kill anyone of the same? None. And unless you find someone murdered, I wouldn't get too much thought to it. Yes, if you'll forgive my thanks, madam, you seem remarkably unmoved by your husband's tragedy. I should art pretend. We were very happy together.

13:24This might be the best way out of it for both of us. My husband came quite a large amount of life insurance. In the event of suicide, but that was terrible. And so on a policy madam, then I must say that from your attitude, I begin to doubt whether your husband is dead. What do you mean? I mean that if Mr. Wilson, or if you prefer it, Mr. Wayne, right, wish to disappear in spectacular style, one could be simpler than to pretend to shoot himself dropping to the ceiling. I'm up here, Sergeant. Ah, did you find him? Yes, Mr. M. We fished him out right away. There is a door now. Showed himself to the enemy yet. Oh, that's the sources of your lust, still at home. Did you find the revolver, Sergeant? Yes, ma'am. Got it right here with me. One bullet mission. You found out if anyone is been murdered, Mr. M. I found out very little was yet. Wait a moment. Listen. I don't hear anything. Actually, you hear nothing. Yet we're within a two feet of the Wayne Right Room. What's your name, Mr. M.

14:24I've seen that there is one sound we should be hearing very clearly at the moment. Fight it, I think, before. The sound that your canary is chirping. You heard it last for days. Come on, Watson. Where are you going? Your room, madam. I'm afraid I'm just dispensed with asking your permission. You're already in my room. It seems a little light even to mention the subject. Here's the birdcage. The will is old. The holly. There's the guard. No, O'Chap. If you look more closely, you'll see them on the bottom of the cage. Let me open the stone. Get one of them out. Go home. They're dead. And yet when we entered the inn a few minutes ago, they were still still sleeping. Who on earth would want to kill a couple of birds? That, my dear fellow, is one of the things you have to find out. So far, I must admit I'm puzzled. We have a self-conscious murderer, not the nearest thing we can find to our courts. It's a pair of dead canaries.

15:34We'll bring you the rest of Dr. Watson's story in just a second. A second I'll take, if you don't mind. You'll ask you if you've ever had a glass of pet-gray California sherry. Because if you haven't, boy, you want a remedy. That situation, pronto. Try that pet-gray sherry before dinner, some evening. Look at its clear amber color. Smell the fragrance, those luscious grapes. And get a sample of that pet-gray flavor. Hmm. Hmm. That pet-gray sherry can turn the usual before dint blow into a main event. And say, if you like your sherry dry, as I do, wait until you taste pet-gray pale dry sherry. Is that ever good? But after all, when it's a pet-gray wine, it's always a good wine. And I'll back to tonight's new Sherlock Holmes adventure. Strange events are taking place in the Kentish fishing village of King's Gate. A self-confessed murderer has committed suicide, but his victim cannot be found. As we rejoin our story, the great detective and his old friend Dr. Watson are once again examining the room of Mary Victor, one of the missing guests.

16:36You know what happens? The murder that will happen. The murder that Wilson confessed to before he committed suicide might be in the killing of those two canary. I think not all, Captain. Wilson obviously loved the creatures and kept them in spite of the fact that they were dangerously after identifying with his criminal past. Huh? Interesting. Very interesting. Huh? What do you find? There's no lying on this victim's dressing table. Yeah. So, look, you think you can hide from Mary, but you can't. Wherever I go, I shall follow you. So, why not get wise to yourself and stop running away? Hmm. Sounds like the poor girl was in danger, all right? Probably, but the writer of that note, the senior blighting, so the letter is unsigned. It least gives us a clue to his identity. Oh, but still.

17:36The phrase get wise to yourself is very un-English. It's American. Come on, whole chap. Where we going now? The envelope to this letter. Have the kingscape first met on it. I should be surprised if that sound of all knowledge, the village first mistress, can't help us find an American visitor. Yes, I heard a young man. You must still have been forged into many times, Walter Steve Bunker. And he's been here to send telegrams. And his accent is so strong, you could cut it through the knife. It's just like one of the dead Indians tell us to read about you. But you tell me when he looks at them. Oh, the Hick answer. And he's been rumored of Mrs. Bill. Oh, a 15-lebanum grove, a don behind the guest. 15-lebanum grove, Mrs. Bill. Thank you. And thank you very much, John. Very much obliged to you. Mrs. Bill? Yes, sir. What can I do for you, gentlemen? Well, we understand that Mr. Walter Bunker has been staying with you, madam. Yes, sir. A nice young American, gentlemen.

18:36Does he at home, may I ask? No, sir. You don't worry about him. He's nodding when he goes out. Yes, but near a cemetery. A cemetery? It is me, huh? I tell him. And then he gives a quick kind of laugh. I'm not sure I'll see you anymore, he says. And then he walks off and I haven't seen him seen. I tell you, I'm worried about him, gentlemen. My better is than hear a cemetery, Mrs. Bill, the one you directed it to. About three miles from here. Mm-hmm. Just decided, Ben, to move. Thank you, madam. Come on, Watson. The cemetery seems deserted. The building comes from the church. We loaded it to funeral. What a wedding. Come on. Thank you, Ruby. It is a wedding home. It's very good on the post-fail. We didn't make sure.

19:38Why are you up in place? The ceremony is just ending. Just one question. You've told me the names of the couple, assistant Nelly. Just Nelly, think you have them again. And the young American, by the name of Bunker. Thank you. Yes, we have been following a post-fail. Come found it. The fighting young lady was milled, fighting by her persistent American fiancee. A threatening lift of the decenter. And he was still worried. When you come to think of it. Anyway, we can cease to worry about this victor. She is now Mrs. Bunker. I think we can assume that she's out of danger. Oh, we've got to start all over again. Oh, no, no, my dear fellow. The field is narrowing. We'll head back for the inn now, and I have a feeling that we are on the last lap of our strange adventure. Yes. She has another suspect eliminated. This tip, I miss from my brother, Microsoft. And I telegraphed him earlier on today. Check on the movements of Basil Carver, the young man who left the inn soon,

20:45mysteriously, in the early hours of this morning. His answering forms met with the gentleman in question with the codes of a foreign office, suddenly, and arrived quite safely a few hours ago. I'm completely puzzled. And I hope, hello? I'd love to see daylight. Wish I did, Mr. Erick. Glad to go upstairs and get Batman's widow and bring her to my room, please. And then I think I can give you the solution to this problem. What do you put in the name, Mr. Ames? If it's met him. You and Sergeant Blake make yourselves comfortable. Now, in the first place, the murder occurred this morning, and not last night. I know what you're keeping at. The canaries. I've never killed them. But you can't do anything to me for that. Why did you kill those birds? I hated them. As much as my husband loved them. When I knew he was dead, they're seeing drummy mad. So I killed them. I've been already dead. When we told you the husband's suicide. Oh, what's in there? The lady was fully aware that our husband was dead.

21:46When we informed her of the fact, you see, she murdered him. You're talking rubbish. Yes, Mr. Ames. Yes, Mr. Ames. How could you have murdered him? We saw him shoot himself before our eyes. Because when Wilson raised that revolver to his head, he was convinced that he contained blank cartridges. Unfortunately, for him, his wife had deliberately replaced the blanks with live cartridges. It was great, haven't you? Why? How? Let me reconstruct the case for you. Wilson, with the connived of his wife here, had consigned the disappearance plot. He knew that I had spotted his real identity, and so he planned this rather than magic exit. Confessed from non-existent murder, and then, well, had his planned materialize, he was to shoot himself with a bank, fall from the pier and a palancerist eye. What a fantastic team. How did he plan to get away? Well, even a small amount of the water, safe distance, and so many is escape. Oh, his plan couldn't work possible. No, probably not, probably not. But at least it was ingenious. He would have destroyed his true identity. And had his revenge on me by making the search for a murder that had never been committed. Unfortunately, the pain is wife, which is accomplished,

22:46and saw in the scheme an excellent way of killing our husbands. You think you're so pretty clever, Mr. Helms, but in fact, where to? How could you prove it? Observe this revolver, Mrs. Wilson. It's the one your husband shot himself with. What, can you prove from that? At a hell of fingerprint tests? I've had of them. But that revolver's been underwater. True, quite true. But thanks to the research of my excellent friend, Dr. John Fondike, an infallible test has been discovered for recording fingerprints even after a motion in seawater. I apply a test to the prints on the revolver and the bullets and compare them with some that we found on the worker's light in your room. They are the same, Mrs. Wilson. Now, does a man let his wife load his suicide weapon? It's such a blick. I think it's obvious that the time has come for you to take over the case. All right. All right. So I did change the bill. It's all right. I hate it, young man. Glad he's dead. What's my juice again? I'll wait for him.

23:47Mr. Anzac Blit. Now that I've taken Mrs. Wilson to the station, Bukeranna murdered a child. I wonder if you'd mind answering a question. What! Mr. Fingerprint. I'd like to know about that. I've never heard of the Fee and April to take prints after a revolver's been handled two or three times. has been handled two or three times and so in short war firms and I'd like to know when you perform the test the prince of the glass in a room I thought that I was with you all the time you were my dear fellow well then I didn't give you the answer in one word bluff there is no such test my dear Watson it would be almost impossible to expect crap from this after so much handling and to clear muscle after submission fortunately for us though this is also a double enough to believe me and give me a confession and there's those that the person has talked to John Fonda oh yes yes indeed it is a great success this year in the case of the red mark you didn't tell me about that case no no no I didn't it was deliberate oh yeah with your test for writing sensational stories I was afraid you might publish the affair

24:49would it have mattered to her oh yes it would yeah you'd have given away once I say professional secrets you'd have provided the public and in particular the criminal public with a complete education on fingerprints and when that happens my dear Watson we shall have no trick left that will be a sad day for detectives so tonight's Sherlock Holmes adventure is written by Dennis Green and Anthony Boucher and is based on an incident in the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's story the adventure of Wisteria lot Mr. Rathbone appears to the courtesy of Metro Golden Mayor and Mr. Bruce the courtesy of Universal Pictures where they are now starring in the Sherlock Holmes series the factory wine company of San Francisco California invite you to tune in again next week

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