Sherlock Holmes - Disappearing Scientists

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Good evening, Mr. Bartel. Mr. Bartel, down, down, down, down.

Don seem very ch efforts. Tonight? Tonight, yes, that they've been in disgrace most of the day, Mr. Bartel.

Oh. But they've been up to- after these seals again.

Oh my boy, this time it was chickens. They got into my neighbor's coop and held it a lightful time.

Fortunately there were no casualties but I'm afraid my good neighbor policy has suffered a slight diplomatic strain.

But you come here to listen to Sherlock Holmes' adventures, not those of my dogs, so draw up your usual chair, make yourself comfortable, and I'll get on with tonight's story.

Last week, Dr. Utolis, it was a case in which Sherlock Holmes found the solution without ever meeting any of the suspects.

Yes, correct, Mr. Barton. There's remarkable as an exhibition of long-distance detections as I ever recall.

But that's the story for yourself, my boy.

In the autumn of 1903, Sherlock Holmes was about to retire to his beef arm on the Sussex Downs.

I must confess, Mr. Barton, that my heart was heavy during those last few weeks we spent at Baker Street.

I thought of the countless adventures that we'd shared together.

I remember those many evenings of quiet comership and companionship.

A far blazing away in the heart, as Holmes laid back in the shadows, playing his beloved violin.

And then, Mr. Barton, I saw what happened.

It'd be a violent jangle on our doorbell, and some wretched soul in misery would be standing before us, and pouring out his troubles.

Suddenly, the violin would be discarded, and Holmes' dreamer would become Holmes, the man of action.

Come, Watson, the game's a footage there.

And in a few moments later, we'd be wracking off in a cab through the foggy, gassed at London Street.

Yes, Dr., I can imagine it was pretty hard for you to leave Baker Street.

It was, Mr. Barton.

However, as it transpired, there was one more adventure awaiting us before we left.

A few days before the actual move, I persuaded Holmes to take an afternoon off from his packing and accompany me on a visit to the laboratory of an old friend of mine.

A professor Jean Boulin, he was an eminent French scientist engaged in very important work at the London University.

By the way, this was at a period, Mr. Bartel, when Radium was something extremely new and extremely rare.

The university had just acquired a menu, but invaluable portion of the element, and Professor Boulin was in charge of the research connected with it.

I can remember the pictures so well, as Holmes did in the laboratory, talking with keen interests.

Amazing, Professor Boulin.

But amazing.

Think, because tiny laden vessel contains one of the most precious substances in the world.

Yes, Mr. Holmes, they have a great deal to thank Madame Cudi for.

The new element made for us entirely to advise our concepts of all physical structure.

You ought to search as a great responsibility, Boulin.

It is, Watson. I must confess that I wish your authorities here would give me a free hand.

I foresee such infinite possibilities in the use, particularly the medical use of Radium.

But my conservative superior seemed to regard it only as a toy, a scientific curiosity.

Limit your experiments accordingly.

Exactly.

And give you no opportunity to do anything that's in the East Radical.

Must be very disheartening.

How can research ever get anywhere along those lines?

It is a great misfortune, Holmes, that you've determined to attire to your B-Farm.

This project we could use such an analytical mind as yours.

You flatter me, Professor.

How many assistance do you have working with you, Boulin?

Three.

But none of them are very inspired, I'm afraid.

What?

My best assistant is a Mack in Parker.

He's a little omnicon-servated by two.

But he is extremely adroit.

The other two.

A young man called Taylor and the girl Gladys Hughes.

They mean well.

But coach, I fear, is the only word to describe them.

Well, what do you love?

I was just amused to observe that in describing my assistance,

I chance to be literal as well as figurative.

It's odd that random symbolism can sometimes...

It would never mind that.

You would like to see that still a laboratory.

Yes, indeed we would.

Thank you very much.

I have some extraordinarily interesting photographic plates

that record the emanations of radium over here.

I think you will find their most fascinating.

Baker Street, particularly when our rooms are full of packing cases,

seems rather drab after the scientific simulations of Professor Boulin's laboratory in the middle of Japan.

Yes, it seems drab, even if we hadn't been to see him.

I feel frightfully depressed, I just don't know what I'm going to do with our...

I'm obvious to the young man Watson and a susceptible one.

You'll marry again.

No, no, I won't.

Yes, this too willow chap.

And you'll end up by being glad that your old room mate,

your difficult, rather unsocial old room mate,

is living in retirement on the Sussex down.

Rubbish, I shan't feel anything of the kind.

In any case, I don't think you'll be able to stay in retirement for long.

Your mind is much too alert to be satisfied by being a sort of midwife

to a bunch of beasts in the middle of the night.

I don't think you'll be able to stay in retirement for long.

Your mind is much too alert to be satisfied by being a sort of midwife

to a bunch of beasts in the middle of the night.

Oh, dear Watson.

I feel it will never eat honey again.

Yes, you can laugh Holmes, but I could see how excited you were

when Buddha suggested that you might help him with his radium experiment.

I'm suffering suggestion, I must admit my dear fellow.

Just the same much.

Oh, who the devil's that?

It's from the urgency of the tag on the dill pool.

I'd say that it was a clown.

You don't hit him off, will you, old chap?

Yes, I'll do my best.

Oh, I want to explain that I'm no longer in practice.

Too late Holmes, he's best past Mrs. Hudson.

Here he comes rushing up the stair.

Oh, I can't find it.

I beg your pardon, sir.

You want to do it again?

No, I am not sure.

Then you must be Mr. Holmes.

That is my name, sir.

But may I ask what accounts are rather world-widden entrants?

My husband is Mr. Hudson.

I am near a town to consider etiquette.

My sister Gladys Hughes is vanished.

Vanished into thin air.

You've got the finder from Mr. Holmes.

I'll pay you any fee of name, but you've got to find him.

Mr. Hughes, I'm extremely sorry that your sister has vanished.

But I'm afraid that I can do nothing to help you.

I'm retiring. I'm giving up my practice.

Help me. I'll go to someone who will.

That's exactly what I mean, sir.

I suggest that you go to the police, or if you insist on a private investigator,

I can strongly recommend Mr. Martin Chewitz.

Yes. His address is 39 Pont Street Night's Bridge.

Good day to you.

Thank you, Mr. Hughes.

36 Pont Street Night.

Mr. Martin.

And as I can understand, his concern, but his manners,

a great deal to be designed.

Holmes, Holmes.

Janiss Hughes is missing sister.

That was the name of one of Professor Boulot's assistants.

To a fellow, but it's probably only a coincidence.

What?

Both Christian and Sir names are experiencing the common ones.

Well, I have a feeling that it may not be a coincidence.

Come now, my dear fellow.

No, you'd try and bribe me in a fresh adventure.

I retire, and I'm leaving for Sussex in a few days.

And if any more plans come along,

aren't you at my doorbell, I shall ignore them.

But Mr. Holmes, you've got to help me.

My son, Jeffrey Barker, has to appear.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Barker, but I'm afraid I know.

Holmes, Jeffrey Barker was the name of Professor Boulot's chief assistant.

A Watson, please believe me when I say that I am not to be invagled into any further.

Now, Mrs. Taylor, I'm sorry that I can't help you.

But Mr. Holmes, it's my husband.

He's disappeared.

We've only been married three months, and now, oh, it's terrible.

I've been so worried ever since he started to work on that strange new radio

with Professor John Boulot.

Holmes, you can't pretend it's going since any longer.

Dennis Hughes, Jeffrey Barker and our Taylor, the three assistants of Professor Boulot.

I know it, Watson.

Mrs. Taylor, the moving van will be hit tomorrow to take my things to Sussex.

I shall follow them immediately.

I have retired, madam.

Do you understand that?

Rigtired.

Here's another telegram for Holmes.

A little bit of a fourth today.

Why would scuff and guff be me alone?

To put a strange business, three people engaged in the search of this new element radium

have all disappeared within 40 hours.

Stuck in the yard needs your help.

Let them earn their salaries, my dear watching.

I've helped them for the last time.

Let's see how they've cut their latest diffusion.

This isn't from scuff and yard.

It's from my brother, my croft.

What's he got to say?

Isn't it first?

Now Professor Boulot has disappeared.

Great scuff.

And the radium will him.

Surely the pattern is obvious, Sherlock.

A radium must be found.

Could sort the problem for you, but I'm too lazy.

Consider what a flashy case for you to retire on regards, my croft.

Oh, the old devil.

Holmes is a shucky.

I old friend Boulot has disappeared.

Yes, Watson, and now my brother asks me to investigate.

The pressure becomes irresistible.

Very well.

I bow to fate and postpone my retirement for a few hours.

Good man.

You know you'll never really retire.

Obviously, as my croft says, there's an obvious pattern in this case.

Our first step, of course, will be to interview all the doctors who treat patients without charge.

You why?

Which way? That's obvious.

Well, it's in the tall obvious that we are.

Don't know why you always leave me in the dark.

Well, what makes you laugh?

That's in the dark.

It's just like the old times, isn't it, Holmes?

Come on, old fellow, let's go.

The games are foot.

Dr. McDonald, this is Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

I'm very glad to meet you.

And are you, Dr. McDonald?

I swear that I've never been as many doctors offices as I have.

Mr. Holmes is in search of some information.

Perhaps Dr. Eugen Helden.

I'll do my best.

So what do you want to know, Mr. Holmes?

Whether you have any charity patients with skin eruptions or growths of any kind.

I mean, patients that have not kept their appointments recently, perhaps.

Now, let me see.

Wait. Why, yes, I do.

Oh, Mrs. Fendle.

She had a bedded, bad case elupus.

She took you for a treatment here yesterday.

And I've seen nothing of her.

Spend it. Can you give me her address?

Well, certainly. It's in my book here.

Well, I hope this isn't a false trial, Holmes.

I'm going to explore it to see the chap.

Here we are. Mrs. Fendle.

36 L Gardens Clapham.

Mrs. Fendle, 36 L Gardens Clapham.

Thank you, Dr. I am greatly obliged to you.

Getting rest this Watson?

Yes, I am a little. We've been waiting outside Mrs. Fendle's house for an hour.

How do we knock in the door?

Oh, no, no, no, no, my chap.

We mustn't fight now.

That she's going to lead us to our quarry. You see, sheesh.

Some doors opening.

The woman's coming out.

Yes, Mrs. Fendle, beyond that.

Look at that bandage on the upper part of her face.

Hello, she's turning down the street.

We're going to follow her husband.

I shall leave her. Let's give her a start.

Wait, we don't want her to spot us.

Well, while we're waiting, perhaps you'd tell her I wanted to point for me.

I'm still very much in the dark.

The pleasure of all chap up puzzles.

Well, one of the things that I want.

I can't give her enough of a start. Let's follow her.

Oh, well, well, well. But look here.

You asked me what I didn't understand.

Two things, Puzzle Mayor.

What did Mike off mean by the pattern of the case?

Why are we following a poor sick old lady through the London street?

I'll answer the first question.

And I think the answer to the second will be self-apparent.

The pattern of the case is clear.

For Puzzle Bouland, his three assistants of Bannock, together with the Radium,

but their disappearances were not so serious.

Had they been so, it would have been a transparent case of theft.

But with the disappearances, gradual, rather than simultaneous,

the emphasis has been subtly shifted.

Yeah, I can see that, Holmes.

But what you suppose at the back of the whole business.

Can't be a simple case of theft. Radium was enormous available.

But it'd be hard stuff to sell again.

Not when I'm scrupulous coming over the knowledge of medicine Watson.

My own theory, and I admit at the moment that it's purely a theory,

is that Professor Bouland was worried because he was so hampered in his research.

Do you remember that he stressed his great fate in the medical values of the new element, Radium?

Yes, yes, yes, he did.

It told him possible that he places the rights of science above the rights of property

that he's determined that he and his group were carrying on their indeniable research

unhampered by the conservative restraints of the university.

I see what you mean, Holmes, but how does Mrs. Pendle the poor woman were following into the picture?

Because one of the chief lines of Radium research on the continent so far has been with her sort of trouble.

Professor Bouland's obvious move, if my theory is correct,

would be to contact publicistic impatience, promise them relief,

induce them to abandon their rights, the treatments, and submit to him.

By Jerry Holmes, that seems perfectly logical, and yet I can't believe that Bouland would do...

Mrs. Pendle the poor woman has reached her destination.

She's turned on a driveway.

Yes, she's walking up to what looks like it.

A deserted way?

Are you all right?

Don't get her out of our sight.

She's open the door without knocking.

She's gone in.

I'll wait here for a moment or two, and we'll follow her.

I have a feeling that you're off when Professor Bouland has not followed way watching.

You're probably right.

I hope we can do something protective of the consequence of what he's done.

It might easily mean the finish of a brilliant career.

I'll do everything I'd power, but you know as well as I do.

Look, look, look, look, Mrs. Pendle's coming out again.

Yes, and she's in trouble, come on.

Mrs. Pendle, what's wrong?

I don't know how you know my name or who you're being, but you asked me what's wrong.

They tell me to come here to this address, and I find a doctor who dealt my face.

I come here and what were I find?

What did you find, Madam?

A corpse.

That's what I find.

I did my mind there in a great pool of his own blood.

You'll hear the rest of Dr. Watson's story in just a second.

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Well, Dr. Watson, so following the tracks of Ole Mrs. Pendle led you to a corpse.

Of course, Sherlock Holmes and I went at once into the broken-down warehouse to examine the scene of the tragedy.

Slumped over a desk in a darkened, shabby room, a flickering candle giving him a carb like into the scene.

There's a body of a man.

I think I knew it's identity even before Holmes turned to me.

It's a bull on all right, Watson.

Good devil.

Murdered, of course.

Yes, but examine him for yourself with you.

Yes.

Yes, there's no doubt about it.

This wound couldn't have been self-inflicted.

The right oracle of the heart has been pierced.

I'm going to go with you just to make death took place.

Well, a couple of hours ago, I should say.

Well, how to reconstruct the killing.

The murderer came up from behind Boulin, as he sat here.

Crypton armor out the throat.

Yes.

See the finger marks on the right-hand side of the neck?

Here.

Then stabbed him in the chest.

Then we'll do the weapon and disappear.

Leaving no traces come found it.

A dusty room is my dear place for recording footprints, but half a dozen different prints here, including Mrs. Pendles.

Hello.

Here's the print of a smaller woman, too.

Well, must be out of Gareth Hughes, his assistant.

Not today.

That really proves nothing except that she was here with him.

The fact that he was convinced of anyway.

Hmm.

Question is, go on.

Let's go outside and document Mrs. Pendle again.

Boulin, Boulin.

What a shocking way to die.

What a great loss to science.

I suppose the murderer must have stolen the radium.

We found no trace of it in there.

And I did leave the possession of the radium as the motive for the murder.

Mrs. Pendle.

Oh, Mary's dead, I'm too sorry.

I'm afraid so, madam.

I knew it.

I never should have come here.

I never should have left Dr. McDonald.

Mrs. Pendle, let me ask you a question.

I can't be answering no question, sir.

I don't know nothing about how the poor soul got herself murdered.

What would the poor woman like me know about such things?

No, no, no, no.

My good woman.

My friend isn't suggesting at all.

You know anything about the murder.

Then what do you want to know, sir?

Who told you to come to this address today, Mrs. Pendle?

A young lady.

Now she's young lady.

She was, too.

She met me coming out of Dr. McDonald's yesterday.

And told me that if I come here today,

I'd find a doctor who could cure me.

No, that was obviously misused, Holmes.

I believe that your theory was right.

Come on, Mrs. Pendle.

We'll escort you to the nearest police station

where you can report the murder.

Yes, sir.

And then, Watson, we must come attack the radium.

That perhaps is more important than any life.

How are we going to do that?

We have the clue to go on.

Remember, the Professor Bolaugh's three assistants are still missing.

We must go to the homes of each of them and see what can be found out.

It's queues.

You must recognize by now that your sister's disappearance

is part of something vast and more significant than you think.

I must ask you, and my sister didn't disappear.

What do you mean, sir?

You came to us and said that you had?

Or it was all a mistake, gentlemen.

She came back today.

She had just been down to the seaside for a short rest

and she'd forgotten to let me know.

I'm sorry to have bothered you.

May I see your sister at once, please?

I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, but she's out just now.

I don't know where she's gone.

Or what time shall be back?

Mrs. Barker, I've come to you about your son's disappearance.

I'm afraid that...

Oh, but my son didn't disappear, Mr. Holmes.

It was all misunderstanding. He came home today.

Then may we speak to him, please, Mrs. Barker?

Well, I'm afraid that's impossible.

You see, he do.

Mrs. Taylor, I want to talk to you about your husband's disappearance.

Oh, that!

He came home this afternoon, Mr. Holmes.

At first, I was so suspicious, but...

But when he explained, well...

I'm sure you know how it is in the first few months of marriage.

Those... those are the tears.

Come find it Watson.

We are no nearer to the solution.

Meanwhile, here we are back in Baker Street

to find the moving van has taken all your things off Sussex.

Perhaps you should give up the case Holmes and follow them.

Close my career.

I'm not a failure.

No, no, no, no, my dear fellow.

I shall not leave London until this problem is solved.

Oh, that case! I'll sit down.

It looks to me as if it may prove a lengthy waste.

I have really felt more frustrated Watson.

All three vanished technicians, home safely with plausible stories,

or at least plausible alibis, and poor Bula murdered,

the radium stolen.

Well, I must say it makes no sense to me.

I must make sense.

The pattern was well enough to find in the beginning.

It's just a question of finding the right key.

In a way, it's clear enough what's happened.

One of the three assistants placing the financial value of radium

above its value to science,

murdered Bula to obtain the prize.

The other two, fearing that their complicity in the original part

would involve them as accomplices in murder,

ran home in a established an alibi.

The murderer did the same thing for its obvious one of the three

must be the killer and the thief.

Yes, the question is, which one of the three is the culprit?

If only for Bula and were alive, he could help us.

Might be a chap.

If Bula and were alive, there would be no murderer.

Of course it wouldn't.

Now, let's see.

Let's see.

Bula gave us a few bare facts about his three assistants.

I wonder.

But, of course, Watson.

I had the answer.

The case is solved.

What do you mean, Holmes?

I cannot be solved.

I haven't done enough investigation.

It comes to that you haven't even seen any of your three suspects.

It isn't necessary.

Oh, you noted it.

Yes, Watson.

And so should you.

But we know nothing to accept them apart from each other,

except that one of them was a girl.

We know more than that.

My dear fellow, think hard.

Well, Bula and Taylor said,

Jeffrey Barker was an extant technician

while the other two were somewhat clumsy.

We know even more than that.

That's why I know what, Holmes.

I shan't even need to stay in London and follow the case through

to its logical conclusion.

A telegram to Microsoft and another to Scotland Yard should

take care of it.

Yes.

And I can be in Sussex before the moving ban, after all.

You mean you're going now before the case is solved?

But it is solved, Maria fellow.

Well, the remains to be done is some purely of routine work.

What's the time?

Oh, do I look it?

Let me call.

Let me explain it.

If we had it, we can catch the 345 Express from Waterloo.

We?

Yes, I was counting on you spending a few days down there with me,

ol' chap.

I hope you can spare the time.

I should hate to make so drastic a change without my good old friend,

Watson at my side.

Oh, good, good, good.

I'm delighted.

But what, Maria Boy?

The case of the disappearing scientists.

Wait until we get to Sussex, shall we?

As soon as I get an answer to my telegrams, I'll explain the whole finger you.

And now let's heart-challenge.

Our train leaves in 40 minutes.

What do you want, Watson?

There, you boy.

Peaceful down here, isn't it?

Excuse me.

The moment I was confused, I found it rather nerve-wracking.

Oh, why?

You know why, Holmes?

I want you to open that telegram and tell me if your solution to the Wolland case was the correct one.

Hey, well, my dear chef.

Let's see.

What is it?

Uh-huh.

It's my craft.

Listen.

There to be arrested and radio recovered.

Well done, Sherlock.

Though you took longer than I expected.

Regardless, my craft.

Congratulations, Holmes.

And now perhaps you'll consent to tell me how you sold it.

Down be angry with me, old chap.

I only wanted to make sure that my solution was correct.

You remember the nature of the fatal wound on Boulin's body?

Of course.

Instead of the right oracle, the heart.

From behind.

Proving that the murderers clearly are right handed.

Oh, what does that signify?

Almost everybody's right handed.

Oh, no, not in this case.

If you recall, Professor Boulin said that a Jeffrey Barker was a droid.

While his other two assistants were ghosts.

Then he laughed because he said his fuck was true both literally and figuratively.

Oh, don't see what I was talking about.

Oh, come on, come on.

Think of the origin of the word adroit.

Adroit is the French word for right.

And ghosts is the word for left.

Meaning the two ghosts assistants were left handed.

And therefore only the adroit.

The right-handed Barker.

I could have inflicted the fatal wound.

I said in our homes.

If you remember that mark of Boulin's at the time we found his body.

You could have solved the case much sooner.

It's too awful of a letter.

And when my old friend Watson points out that my memory is failing.

And my mind sluggish, then I know that my retirement has been postponed for far too long.

Well, so Holmes really went through with his idea of becoming a beast.

Of course, of course.

It became one of his favorite hobbies.

Do you know anything about the raising of bees?

Oh, nothing at all.

The only connection I've ever had with bees was very remote.

Once I had the hives.

Once you had it?

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Oh, yes, Dr. Watson.

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Well, Dr. Watson, what new show I call the story?

Are you going to tell us next?

Well, I'm going to tell you about one of the weirdest adventures

that I ever had.

It concerns a haunted chapel in the Wiles of Cornwall,

strange organ music that played at midnight,

and the headless ghost of a murdered monk.

Today's show I call this adventure was written by Dennis Green

and Anthony Boucher and was suggested by an incident in Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's story,

The Rhygate Puzzle.

Music is by Dean Puzzle.

Mr. Rathbone appears through the courtesy of Metro Goldwood Mayor

and Mr. Bruce through the courtesy of Universal Pictures,

where they are now starring in the Sherlock Holmes series.

The Petri-Wine company of San Francisco, California,

invites you to tune in again next week,

same time, same station.

Sherlock Holmes comes to you from our Hollywood studios.

This is Harry Bartel, saying goodnight for the Petri family.