Sherlock Holmes - Double Zero

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Come in, come in, come in.

Oh, there you are, Mr. Bartel.

Good evening, Dr.

Just in time to join me in a cup of coffee.

Draw up your chair, young filamalad.

Thank you.

That's it.

Well, Dr. you told us last week that tonight's new Sherlock Holmes adventure takes us to the south of France.

That's right, Mr. Bartel.

The south of France in the year 1900, a beautiful playground bordered by the bluest of blue seas

and populated with an extraordinary cross-section of cosmopolitan Europe.

Rich man, poor man, beggar man thief.

All of them attracted by that Riviera paradise.

All of them drawn by the magical spell of a small white ball spinning around the rim of a wrecked wheel.

Don't tell me that you and the great Sherlock Holmes were there on a gambling spray.

We were not, Mr. Bartel.

At the time my story begins, we just conclude an extremely delicate mission.

A mission, I may say, that concerns the safety and good name of a very prominent member of the royal family.

Say, Dr. you don't mean it.

At one story to time, Mr. Bartel.

In any event my boy, I'm afraid that's the case about which my lips are sealed for all time.

But to return to tonight's adventure, one June evening,

I persuaded Holmes to accompany me to the gallant casino at Fraggius,

not far from Cannes where we were staying.

It wasn't quite as fashionable as the casino at Monte Carlo,

but as I intended to do a little modest gambling myself,

it seemed an establishment more suited to my means.

As we stood there at the green-based covered tables,

the chatter, voices, and the melodic chanting of the Coupiers

as they call the results of each spin of the wheel,

formed a background to a quiet conversation that Holmes and I were having.

Holmes and I were having.

Oh, very fast!

Lost again, Watson.

I wonder that number 10 must come up soon.

Why not cut your losses, though, for long?

Come for a stroll with me on the waterline.

Well, just a big way, a couple more bets, Holmes.

I have a big 10, it's bound to come up in a minute.

Watson, I believe, the blood of a gambler,

causes through your veins.

Oh, there's no harm in taking a little flatter once in a while.

Why don't you risk a few frags, huh?

Go, thank you, my dear chap.

The law of averages convinces me that my money is safer in my pocket.

In any case, I'm a little dubious as to the integrity of this particular casino.

Huh? What makes you say that?

Well, you will observe that this roulette wheel has a double zero.

Most continental wheels have only a single one,

but indicate that this house is extremely concerned with its percentage.

Ladies and gentlemen, is there a fake wheel?

Oh, just two more turns of the wheel, Holmes.

I'll take that walk with you.

Holmes is a fierce feeling.

Why do you knock on the other side of the table?

I must always stand next to me.

Hello?

Good job up there.

I've placed my debt, sir, so let's go and see.

I ask you, so why do you pay here beside me?

I haven't paid, I don't see any reason why I can't play wherever I...

I'm a swish, you're broke in my luck.

Ever since you come to the table, I've done nothing but laws.

Please, to move away.

I'll move away yourself, you don't like my company.

Hi, Rick. Why do you not stop now?

You've already lost more than we can afford.

I can win it all back if only this young man will move away.

Why should my husband move?

He's had a bad run of love, too.

We have never pleased.

Hey, Bruce, I'm very mad.

You've lost again, Watson.

Hi, Rick, you must stop now.

I must stop you, sir, because I've lost everything.

I hope you'll set this white, Mr. American.

You've broken my luck and ruin.

I hope that you and your turn will be ruined.

Hi, Rick. Hi, Mrs. Bobby.

I've never heard such rubbish in my life.

Were you listening to him, sir?

I heard his last few remarks.

Mr. Gilbert, run for Gilbert.

And this is my wife, Ella.

How do you do?

My name is Holmes, and this is my friend, Dr. Watson.

How do you do?

I don't know.

I didn't think his remarks were in a lot of place, doctor.

I said, they did, Mrs. Gilbert.

I don't see how I can possibly blame your husband for his run of bad luck.

I didn't like to look at his faces. He left the table, though.

Is there any idea who he is?

His name is Schneeman.

He's staying at the same hotel as we are.

I've never spoken to him, but I've heard it being paged there.

Well, you shouldn't gamble unless you can afford to lose.

I'm losing darling, and I can't afford it.

Oh, but I can let you have more money. You know that?

No, hell, and I...

I may have married an artist, but I'm not going to use her fortune to gamble with.

Oh.

I'll lose my own money, and then I'll quit.

The gambler is here.

Freak for you.

Your last bit, Watson?

Yes, Holmes. This time, I know that number 10 is going to come up.

It's got to.

Do you know what this is?

No, I've lost.

I've lost again, Donna.

Helen, this is my bad night.

Why don't you stop now, dear?

Holmes, I've made 350 friends.

On this throw of the wheel, oh, fellow,

but as you've lost some 500 friends doing it,

I can't say that your fight's stuck at me.

Oh, Mr. Holmes.

I can see that you're no gambler.

I'm afraid not, Mrs. Gilbert.

I'm afraid not, Mrs. Gilbert.

I'm afraid not, Mrs. Gilbert.

You may not like roulette.

You've taken a good minute chances in your life,

with long odds against you, too.

Another little chap in the sense, Mrs. Gilbert,

means that I am not a gambler.

Oh, that's a good idea, sir.

Hey, there's a commotion over there.

You're the woman with a car forming around here.

Yes, yes, the wife of that man that said I ruined it.

I told you, I told you, I told you I was going to give you a doctor,

but I said.

You must be trouble, he's asking for doctor.

Doctor, come along, then.

Will you excuse me, please?

Thank you.

Excuse me, Madam.

Well, I'm here, doctor.

But you.

Sit down up as one, then, doctor.

What happened, Madam?

It is my husband.

Is he ill?

I just found him lying out in the garden.

Please come with me at once, gentlemen.

Of course, we will, Madam.

What seems to be the matter with him?

Here, doctor.

I think he is dead.

He's lying by that tree, doctor.

Please see if you can help him.

Somebody else seems to be on the scene before us.

Who use her?

I am a sister of Ray, director of the casino.

Do any of you know this poor man?

I am his wife.

Is he dead?

I am afraid so, Madam.

Let me look at him.

I'm a doctor.

What's your husband gambling in the casino tonight, Madam?

Yeah, he was poor Heineck.

He lost everything that we have.

I'm afraid he is dead, Madam.

Shopped to the heart.

I want to leave a God.

Sir, is Heine Watson?

Yeah.

Looks like it.

Yeah.

How to burn from the shirt front,

revolve a clutch to the right hand.

Fingers in a natural position.

The angle of the wound settles it.

Obviously, self-inflicted.

I missed you as you slipped out of the casino.

What's wrong with him?

I'm afraid he's dead, Mr. Gilbert.

Yes.

He committed suicide.

I hope, young man, that you are satisfied.

All night, you poor fat luck.

He asked you to move away from him to change his luck,

but no, you could not do it.

Oh, for our Schneeman, I'm terribly sorry,

but I really don't see how you can blame me.

I don't blame you.

And I also blame you, Mr. Chevrolet.

He.

But what have I done, Madam?

Why do you let a man lose all his money at your tables?

His life so cheap to you,

and money so important that you cannot lose the tables

to somebody before he's gone.

Madam.

I am all sympathy for you in your tragic loss.

But the casino dumpy has responsible?

If a husband could not afford to gamble,

then he should not come here.

How are we to know the financial limitations of our customers?

You said your husband lost everything you had tonight, Madam.

Yeah, everything.

Then how do you account for the chief of banknotes

in his breast pockets?

No, it must be several thousand, Frank sir.

Then he wasn't ruined.

And his suicide, therefore,

cannot be blamed on his losses at my casino, Madam.

How do you account for this money for our Schneeman?

Well, I do not understand.

I really kept nothing from me.

I know that he had not so much money on him

but he started tonight.

Well, why do you all look at me like that?

Is it up to you, Tink?

You think?

I think she's painted.

I've got it.

Williams is going to do a room.

You can take her to my suite in the casino.

No, let's take her to the hotel.

My wife will look after her.

Poor woman, she's had a dreadful shock.

She can probably do with another woman's company.

It's better consider it, W. Mr. Gilbert, where you stay.

At the hotel Crayon.

It's quite near here.

I get a cabin while I'm doing that.

Watson, see if you can revive a Williams.

Then we'll take her to the hotel Crayon.

Get a kind of you, Mrs. Gilbert,

to let us bring the poor lady into your suite.

But the least I can do,

and spite what she said about Roger bringing her husband,

bad luck.

I'm sure she'll need your help when she wakes up, Helen.

I think you'll find that she'll sleep for summer

and I give her a strong sedative.

Well, we were just about to have a drink, gentlemen.

Do you care to join us?

Oh, thank you, sir.

Well, that'll do.

Very nice, Mr. Gilbert.

Roger was just telling me that quite a large sum of money

was found here.

Shaveman's body, Mr. Holmes?

Yes, Mrs. Gilbert.

Several thousand francs.

We're puzzling Holmes.

Why should a man commit suicide with so much money on him?

I think the answer is obvious.

He didn't.

What do you mean?

Well, the money was placed there after he had shot himself.

The bank notes were in his breast pocket,

if you remember.

Half the usual place to get a money.

Though it is the easiest pocket for someone to insert it

without disturbing the body.

But why, I know, is someone placed money on it after his suicide?

To prevent the casino from getting a bad name.

I've heard of it being done on several similar occasions.

It gives the impression that the unfortunate victim

had other motives than gambling losses to a country's suicide.

Oh, it's good.

You mean that one of the casino employees found the body lying there

and slipped the money in his breast pocket before we arrived on the scene?

As you know, my dear, what's my not a gambling man?

But I'll let you 100 to one.

That is what happened.

Well, that's a new one.

We'll hear you drink, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Say, Helen, Mr. Holmes has given me a brainwave.

Another one?

What is it this time, Roger?

No, I've been losing very heavily tonight.

Roger, I've told you, if you need money, I'll be owning it.

But I don't.

I've got a scheme for making some.

I'm going to gamble again tonight after dinner.

If I lose, here's what I'll do.

I'll stain my shirt front with red ink.

Walk out in the grounds, fire a shot, and lie down as I'm dead.

I'll wait for someone to come along and stuff my pockets full of bank notes.

Oh, the bad idea, Mr. Gilbert.

I think it's a darn good one.

What are you saying, Mr. Holmes?

Hey, two whimsical ones.

I'll tell you right.

Who knows?

I'd even be successful.

Roger, you're not really going to do it, I?

Sure.

Perhaps I'll get some of my losses back that way.

Well, let's speak to a gentleman.

At least I may have hit upon an idea of making money.

What's in you will have to work hard at your practice when you get back to England.

Your installable system appears to be extremely fallible.

You have to follow and tell me, but it said it couldn't miss.

It's just a matter of doubting who takes each time you lose.

Oh, my dear fellow, I've been studying your system.

But I can tell you a really infallible way of making money at Roulette.

You can?

What is it?

Well, own the gambling house and operate the tables yourself.

The arts would be on in your favour.

I would have brilliant suggestions.

You're not going to have to go from the grocery store.

I've gambling tonight, Watson.

It's nearly 11 o'clock.

No, I think so.

Let's take a stroll around the other table, shall we?

The other way I'll follow the young American Mr. Gilbert was losing heavily again tonight.

You are?

I wonder if you'll try that trick that he threatened.

The one with the red ink.

A shot in the night.

I should be at all surprised as a matter of interest.

I saw him leave the tables about half an hour ago.

Here comes his wife on the arm of Mr. Shevary, the director of the casino.

Good evening, Mrs. Gilbert.

Monsieur?

Bonsoir, Monsieur.

Hello, Mr. Holmes.

Dr. Watson.

Mr. Shevary is giving me a personally conducted tour of the casino.

It's quite fascinating.

And it is quite fascinating for me to have so beautiful a woman on my arm, I myself.

I know that I am the envy of all the men in the room.

Oh, stop flattering me so much.

I'm not used to it.

Mrs. Gilbert, how is her crush Neiman?

She seems much better.

She waked an hour ago and assisted on going back to her own room.

I wanted to spend the night with us in our suite, but she would hear of it.

I think I should drop in and see her before I go to bed.

Oh.

You have finished the damn thing for tonight, perhaps Doctor?

No, perhaps about it, Monsieur Shevary.

I've had a bad run at the tables.

Oh.

I am so sorry.

Has anyone seen Roger?

You left the tables about half an hour ago, Mrs. Gilbert.

After doing as I did and losing quite heavily.

Very lost again, did he?

I wonder if he'll try that new system he was talking about.

We were just discussing that possibility ourselves, Mrs. Gilbert.

Mrs. Gilbert.

Mrs. Gilbert.

Trash Neiman, you shouldn't have left your cabin.

It is too late to worry for me here, Doctor.

It is for Mrs. Gilbert, now that you should worry.

What's your mean, Madam?

Well, I went back just now to wear poor, hard-died.

And by relying on the grass, I saw another body.

I was too shocked to go too close.

But I am quite sure that I'll recognize your husband, Mrs. Gilbert.

Oh, Doctor Watson.

She's ruined Roger's trick.

Can either have taken fright and voted by the time we get there.

Possibly, let's go once and find out, shall we?

He hasn't gone. He's still lying now.

It's the most convincing spectacle.

That red ink really does look like blood.

Yes.

And blood sometimes looks like red ink.

Mr. Gilbert.

Roger, get up. The joke's spoiled.

Roger.

Get up.

I'm afraid that's impossible, Mrs. Gilbert.

He's dead.

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Well, Doctor, so the young Americans joke turned out to be another tragedy?

Yes, Mr. Batel, the poor fellow was lying there dead,

with a bullet wound in the heart.

Be great, special blood, stating the whiteness of his shirt front.

What happened next?

Mr. Chevrolet, director of the casino,

took the distort widow away from the scene,

while Holmes and I examined the body closely.

Within a few minutes, we were joined by a specter,

a ganyway of the French police.

As we stood there in the moonlight,

the sounds of music could be heard from the casino.

It was hard to believe that two men had died in that lovely garden

since the moon had risen.

You must see your arms.

You and Dr. Watson have concluded your examination.

Yes, Inspector Garner.

You favor me with your observations.

You say that you are certain that this is not another suicide.

I'm sure of it, Inspector.

Look at the wound.

The bullet entered the body at a direct right angle,

whereas a sotern-flicted shot is always part oblique.

Yes, that is so.

Then you suggested this man was shot from above

as he lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

I'm convinced of it.

Why, Miss York?

Well, for two reasons.

It's impossible to be sure without a laboratory.

Test times certain that beneath those blood stains

are stains of red ink.

But for a sot, Inspector.

Yes, indeed it does look like it.

What is your other reason for being certain

that this man was shot as he lay here pretending dead?

I'm showing the bank notes, Watson.

Inspector, we found them stuffed in his breast pocket.

So, but notes with a bullet hole through the middle of them.

Very illuminating.

They tell me, gentlemen, how many people knew of this little plot

you have told me about this plan of the dead man

is to pretend to be shot.

Just three people, Inspector, Dr. Watson, myself,

and Mrs. Gilbert.

A law, then the answer is obvious.

You and your friend are innocent.

It must be the wife who killed him.

No one else knew of the plan.

No, not so sure of that.

For our snake and the dead germ's widow was in the next room

when Gilbert told us about his plan.

She might have heard them.

I could swear that she was asleep.

I gave her a very strong sleeping draft.

From what you have told me of our husband's suicide,

she might easily have had a motive for murdering this man.

Oh, come, come, come, gentlemen.

Surely it's obvious who murdered Mr. Gilbert?

Oh, must you hold.

It's certainly one of the two widows.

Since there seems to be some doubt in your minds,

I suggest we return to the casino.

I can promise you the answer to your question

within a very few minutes.

Mr. Gilbert, now that we're all assembled in your office,

I shall sit down quietly and let Inspector Ganyway conduct his examination.

No, no, no, Mr. Holmes.

No, you have handled the case so far.

Please, to continue it to the end.

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

I should appreciate it.

We have it at the casino.

Very well, gentlemen.

It won't take me long.

First name on.

Yes, Holmes.

And what time did you leave your hotel tonight?

I don't know.

I do not know.

I do not know.

It was the last place I saw him alive.

How close did you come to Mr. Gilbert's body when you saw it lying there?

No, close enough to see who it was.

Then I ran into the casino to tell his wife I knew what had happened.

How did you know?

It was you who didn't come close to the casino?

I was your son.

Yes, sir.

I was your son.

Yes, sir.

You were my son.

I was your son, sir.

I was your son.

I knew it was you who was in the casino.

I don't know.

I know.

How did you know he was you and didn't come close to the body I could tell by every line of the body as a lady

I could tell because I knew that poor Heinrich's death would not be avenged

Thank you for saying that will be all you may go miss your home. She has no alibi

Should you take a break if I'm to conduct this investigation. I must do it my own way bad old miss your arms

Please continue. You may go for shane man

Mrs Gilbert

Where were you prior to our meeting in the casino tonight just before we discovered your husband's body

I left the hotel. I walked over here along the sea front can anyone verify that statement?

I suppose not I didn't meet anyone that I knew and what did you do when you arrived at the casino?

I played a little shaman affair a few months later. Miss your chevron came over to the table and asked if you might escort me over the club

10 minutes after that

We walk into you and doctor Watson. That is quite true. Miss your homes. I can swear to it

Thank you, Mrs Gilbert. I'm sorry to distress you with these questions. You may go. I'll wait outside. Mr

Homes. I must know what happened wait for me dammit. I shall join you in a few minutes and I've got your home

Another suspect for the poor alibi alibi hang on a bit. I must say miss your arms. Your methods puzzle me

It seems to me that both those women should be watched

Yes, I agree with the inspector home

Please don't worry inspector. I've asked two of you are playing clothes men to keep an eye on the ladies and

Mum was your shipwreid. I'd like to ask you a few questions ask me any questions you wish miss your homes

Thank you

You will agree that it is the custom of the casino to put money on the bodies of suicides after their death

To get the impression that gambling gambling losses were not responsible for the tragedy

Well, I do not think come now, shevery. I know that is a fact as well as you do exactly now

Under rather gruesome occasions whose responsibility is it to secrete the money yours or do you entrust the matter to an underling?

I do it myself. I see. Did you place the money on hair schnaum on tonight?

Yes, miss you. I did and did you also perform the same service on the body of mr. Gilbert? No

I knew nothing of that death until a German lady file schnaum and coming into the casino

Excuse me interrupting miss your cross inspector. What is it? I think that you are wasting time

It is obvious that Madame Gilbert come and get the crime she knew of our husbands plot

She had no alibi and she had the motive but is not

Marriage itself the greatest of all motives for murder. Oh my dear inspector

I'll finish in a call madam diverted not till her husband

I know it and what is your opinion? What's him?

That German woman she had no alibi either and remember she was half mad with grief

Mr. Shipray you say that you know Mrs. Gilbert is not guilty

How do you know I was with her myself at the time the murder was committed? Oh, we need how very interesting and

What time was the murder committed? Well, it was it was our investigations have never established what time the murder was committed

Miss you Chevray

I'm afraid you've walked into my trap. You've given yourself away. It's got Chevrolet. It was you

Chevrolet I've known you at good many years and this is going to be a hard thing to do. I am going to arrest you

Oh, no, you're not going to be

Do not be frightened doctor. I am not going to shoot you

Chevray

Why did you murder Roger Gilbert tonight? Surely you know that too much your homes

Because I am in love with his wife

She's young beautiful

And rich

It did not occur to me until I saw the young fool lying there tonight pretending to be dead

In my profession. It is natural that I should carry a revolver

What was simpler?

Mr. Gilbert gave me the perfect opportunity. I

Should not resist it. Put down that revolver Chevray. Why are you also frightened?

Surely you know how I am going to use it this time. I think she was here

But it's a coward's way out

What an unreceptively mark or such a perceptive man

No

No, all my life. I have been a gambler

I dumber tonight for the highest states of all and

But I lost

No, no, I am not afraid to pay for my losses. I will promise you

Well, an extraordinary peace, Hamza. I never suspected Chevray

And I all checked him from the beginning. Well, I wasn't the only one. I was stupid anyway

I suspect a Ganyway thought it was the wife. True

Very pleasant conclusion for a detective inspector to arrive at. It seemed logical enough to me at the time

No, no, no, no, my dear Watson coat logic should have told you otherwise

Roger Gilbert has been losing heavily and had planned this hoax

He obviously had no money on him. Therefore the money was planted in his pocket by Chevray. After he shot him. No, my dear fellow

Before? Before? The bullet hole through the bank notes provided that

Now, uh, had the money been put there innocently?

Gilbert would have, um, well, you know come back to life

As soon as the person placing it there had left

He would not have remained lying on the ground for a murderer to find him and Chevray must have bent over him as he lay there

Place the money in his breast pocket and then fire precisely Watson

Well, I must say you solved it very neatly

You've told Inspector Ganyway that you wanted no credit in the case naturally

And publicity would be unfavorable if you remember and no one is supposed to know that we're in the South of Russia

I'm certain that the inspector learned a few tips about detextion tonight

Possibly a fellow and I hope that you have learned a few odd gambling. How do you mean?

Well, you're backing the wrong color. A gambler is usually superstitious and superstition

Well, I should have told you what color to follow tonight. I still do not understand your homes. I was playing number 10 exactly

Number 10 is black

You should have followed a red color tonight, oh fellow

The color of red ink

Red ink and blood

Say doctor, that was a swell story. I didn't know you like to play roulette

You know, I figured out a system for roulette

It's like yours every time you lose you double your money and keep doubling until you win

Oh, it's a great system. It's about colors any one thing wrong with it. What's that you usually go broke for you win

Take my advice don't gamble you can't beat the laws of chance

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Well, Dr. Watson what new Sherlock Holmes story can you tell us next week next week mr. Bartel

I'm good to tell you of a strange adventure that Sherlock Holmes and I had when we were in Stratford on even many years ago

It concerns an actor a mysterious boating accident

And several dead butterflies and sounds good doctor. I'll see you then. Oh fine

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Oh

Tonight Sherlock Holmes adventure is written by Dennis green and Anthony Boucher and was suggested by an incident in the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle story a study in scarlet

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