Sherlock Holmes - Great Gandolf

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Come in, come in, come in.

Good evening, Mr. Bartel.

Good evening, Dr.

Oh, you have the old black tinder spatch box out again.

Yes, my boy. I've just been refreshing my memory on one or two points in connection tonight.

Story, draw a picture.

Thanks. That's it, that's it.

The tobacco's in the jar beside you.

Thanks, Dr.

You know what? I'm particularly excited about hearing your story tonight.

Last week, you told us that Sherlock Holmes' brother, Microsoft Holmes, took part in the adventure.

That's quite right, Mr. Bartel.

I didn't even know Mr. Holmes had a brother. I wish you'd tell me something about it.

Well, Microsoft was seven years older than Sherlock, but the difference between them was amazing.

While Holmes was lean and consumed with a burning energy, his elder brother was fat and blazey.

And yet Holmes has often told me that Microsoft was his superior in positive observation and deduction.

Well, now that you've thoroughly whetted my appetite, Dr.

How's about it?

Very well, my boy.

I suppose this story really began in Microsoft Holmes' room at the Foreign Office in London.

Although, I've said he was a lazy man.

He did hold a position of considerable importance.

In fact, you may remember that on more than one occasion, Holmes has said,

Microsoft is the British government.

But to get back to my story.

It's on a June morning in 1912, just for the First World War.

The young man in the Foreign Office named Guy Troubles

stood talking to Microsoft Holmes, who sat spalled in an armchair before him.

Speak resting on another chair. His cup pans, cradling, his ample scum.

Mr. Holmes?

Mr. Holmes, you haven't gone to sleep, have you, sir?

No, Travis. I'm not asleep.

I'm just waiting for you to get to the point.

Well, sir, the point is that I'm on the track the most elusive female spy.

Dear me, how exhausting.

She's dangerous, sir. Very dangerous.

She's not only a collective information, but a sort of central clearinghouse of military secrets as well.

You seem to be a little young, Travis, to be on such a case.

I asked the assignment, sir.

Why? Female spies aren't as glamorous as they sound, you know?

No one knows that better than I do, sir.

You see, my brother got mixed up with this girl two years ago.

He was cashiered from his regiment and committed suicide.

I'm sorry, Travis.

Tell me what you found out about her.

You say you'll be on her track?

I've traced her to a number of seaside towns, but she keeps slipping through my fingers.

Have you a list of the towns?

Yes, sir.

Here you are.

No, no, no. You read them to me.

Well, I first got on a track at Torquey.

From there, I followed a whameless, formless, porchmouth, Wagner, Worthing, Ho, Brighton, and...

I trust you drew the obvious conclusion.

I think I did, sir. Several of those towns are naval bases.

No, no, no. The list you've just read me is to recognize theatrical circuit.

Oh, I never thought of that.

The simplest way to track down your spy is to find whether she was appearing in either a playover at yet.

In all of the towns on the dates covered by your inquiries.

Yes, Mr. Holmes. I'll do that at once, and I'll report back to you.

Very well, if you must.

Close the door quietly, won't you? I'm confoundingly sleepy.

Mr. Holmes. Mr. Holmes, you haven't gone to sleep again, have you, sir?

Oh, it's you, travelers. Well, what did you find out?

A great deal, sir. The only theatrical show that was appearing at all of those towns was a magician's act called The Great Gandalfel.

I trust you went and saw the performance.

Yes, sir. Last night at Hastings.

And?

The magician's assistant was a girl who looked exactly like you, sir.

Oh, it's you, travelers. Well, what did you find out?

A great deal, sir. The only theatrical show that was appearing at all of those towns was a magician's act called The Great Gandalfel.

The girl who looked exactly like the one I saw my brother with two years ago.

Did you go backstage and talk to her?

Yes, sir. But it's a funny thing.

For those who looked exactly like the other girl, I swear she's in the same room.

This girl seemed utterly charming and sincere when she told me she'd never heard of my brother.

That's the danger of putting you young fellows on the cases this time.

A beautiful woman and a good actress can fool you nine times out of ten. What's your next move, travelers?

Well, sir, I was hoping perhaps perhaps you might come down with and see the act.

It's playing at Eastbourne tomorrow. It's not very far, sir.

Stir my twenty-stove. These are comforts of my office and club to track us by.

No, my boy. However, your mention of Eastbourne gives me an idea.

Yes, sir.

My young brother Sherlock is living on a B-Farm a few miles outside Eastbourne. He might help you.

He's a great detective, isn't he, sir?

I have never regarded him as one.

So I will admit that for a man with such a shocking excessive physical energy, he possesses a relatively superior mind.

Yes, yes. Go and ask Sherlock.

Thank you, sir. I will.

Tell him that if he can solve the case, I'll do it for him and without keeping London.

And so Mr. Holmes, I did as your brother suggested and came down here to Eastbourne to tell you about the king.

I quite understand, Mr. Stratton.

The interesting story is too, my boy.

I'm certainly glad that I happen to be staying down here with you, Holmes.

You will handle the case, of course.

I'm undecided, old fellow.

The problem presents some interesting possibilities and yet my life here among the bees has taken off a pleasant and soothing pattern.

Ah, I hate to disturb you.

Come, come, come, come, Holmes. Be good for you to get away from your wretched bees for a few days.

I forgot to tell you, Mr. Holmes.

As I left your brother, he told me that if you couldn't solve the case, he'd do it for you.

Without leaving London.

Dear old microft, he meant that was a challenge. Hand me the paper, will you, Watson?

Yeah. Thanks, old chap.

Oh, what are you looking for?

A museum guide.

Ah, that is.

Devin Traffiata Eastbourne twice.

Night Kivarad is 6.30 and nine.

The great Gandalfo king of magic.

You mean for come to the theatre with me tonight, Mr. Holmes?

Certainly.

I can't allow my cross-challenge to go unanswered and I'm sure that Dr. Watson will accompany us

when I tell him Miss Sissy Kitana is also appearing on the bill singing,

an old favourite of his.

There was I, a waiting at the church.

A waiting at the church.

A waiting at the church.

My mum, he left me in the mud.

Oh, no, we did all of a sudden.

Oh, let's go.

He said he wrote a note.

He is a better note.

He wrote a song.

Yes, it was.

Jambani here today.

My wife won't let me.

That's the most entertaining woman for the Kitana.

And that's good looking too.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

The great Gandalfo is next, Mr. Holmes.

Yes, I'm just telling the programme.

Ah, he's not exactly modest in his claims.

The great Gandalfo, the world's staggering illusionist.

Presenting the ceiling cabinet,

mystery assisted by Miss Florvin La Sua.

Dear me, how very flurry.

I must say I love this old musical flavour.

I remember going to the Paris city a few years ago.

A perfectly charming girl.

A white dress made her look like a white rabbit.

It looked like they were coming, I must say.

I said my car around the stage.

There was some flowers, of course.

That's why I'm amazed by it.

That's a big story, I'll follow.

But I'm afraid we'll have to finish later because it's going up.

There he is.

That's the great Gandalfo.

Right, Jones.

It's just a very attractive illusion.

Listen.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it gives me great pleasure to be here before you tonight.

I may say that the ceiling cabinet mystery that I am about to present

has entertained and perplexed

half a dozen of the crowned things of her

together with their queens.

Gandalfo, talk to them.

Get on with the tricks.

And I may say I'm hoping that you, ladies and gentlemen,

will give me the same courtesy and attention

that was given me by the royalty I have just met.

Now, before I present my illusion,

I should like to ask for two volunteers from the audience

who will come up here beside the other stage

so that I may be watching.

And two volunteers, please.

Wait for him to travel.

Very well, Mr. Holmes.

Come on, Watson.

Do you mean that we're going up on the stage?

Yes.

It's a wonderful opportunity.

Do I see two gentlemen rising, splendid?

Two gentlemen are coming up from the audience.

Two gentlemen that I have first seen before.

Watch the step, please.

That's it.

Over the foot might stand onto the stage.

Right.

And now, sir, have you ever seen me before?

Never.

And you, sir?

Don't be afraid to speak up, sir.

No, I haven't.

Mr. Stewart, please see that the gentlemen are seated.

I thank you.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

I want you to watch me closely.

You will observe that there is a wooden cabinet on the stage.

There is also another cabinet at the same shape and size

hanging high above me,

which you can all see a glass of water, please, Mr. Stewart.

I'll go on.

What the fuck is it?

What did you say, sir?

You heard you ain't got floor here.

We will dispense with the glass of water.

Now, my assistant, Ms. Floreen the Sir,

will step into this cabinet on the stage.

I want you two gentlemen to watch very closely.

Mr. Stewart is now lying inside the cabinet.

Is she nuts?

Yes, she is.

Very well.

I close the lid.

So, I lock it with these bolts.

And now, I ask one of you gentlemen to attach this padlock to the box.

Use it.

Will you oblige me?

Very well.

I thank you.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

before your eyes, you have seen Mr. Stewart enter a cabinet on this stage.

A cabinet that has been broken and padlocked.

You can still see the duplicate cabinet hanging above me

by the attachment of wires and pulls.

I now count a one, a two, a three,

and fire this revolver at the cabinet above me.

If you two gentlemen will kindly help me,

we will lower the ceiling cabinet to the side.

You will notice that this cabinet is also bolted and padlocked.

I will ask one of you two gentlemen to unbox this.

I thank you, sir.

And to this gentleman, I shall end the key of the padlock.

And kindly unlock it, sir.

I thank you.

And now, if you will both raise the lid of the cabinet,

and the ladies and gentlemen is flooring Mr. Stewart.

I thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

And now, I thank you.

Why did we have to leave home?

I was having a wonderful time.

I thought it would affect your way, but I couldn't let this work to be done.

Mr. Holmes, if you want to go backstage, I'll introduce you to Mr. Sir.

Oh, it's a splendid idea.

Before we do that, Mr. Travers, there's one important fact I want to know.

What is it, sir?

I presume you'll have a dossier of the available facts concerning the spy.

Yes, sir. Everything that we've been able to find out.

Among the evidence, do you buy any chance to have any fingerprint records?

Yes, sir. I do.

Spend it.

Then let's go at once to the nearest police station and compare the fingerprints on this glass

with those in your possession.

Where did you get that glass home?

You remember that Mr. Sir, before she entered that cabinet on the stage,

handed Guam Delpho a glass of water.

You mean that for glass?

Why, oh, should I be carrying a drinking glass with me, old chap?

Very neat, Mr. Holmes, and right under the nose of a magician, too.

Well, I'm not exactly inept at the practice of a leisure domain myself, Mr. Travers.

Come on. Let's have a talk with that local fingerprint expert, shall we?

Mr. Holmes, if you think of print on this glass, you brought me out up the same as the one shown in this record.

Yes, sir.

Oh, absolutely, sir.

Yes, as I thought. I'm much obliged to you.

Always glad to help the gentleman like you, Mr. Holmes.

Thank you, and good night. Come on, Travers.

I wish you'd explain what you're up to, Holmes.

So do I, sir. I'm completely in the dark.

Surely it's obvious.

The only way Guam Delpho's trick could be done by using twingos less identically, of course.

One in the cabinet on the stage and the other in the cabinet hanging from the ceiling.

I don't know whether you've noticed it, Watson.

That there were small holes drilled around the base of the box undoubtedly to enable its occupant breeze.

By George, of course.

That would explain why the girl I spoke to didn't seem to know me.

Or my brother when I spoke to him.

Exactly.

And in any case, how better could a spy hide herself from a role where her employer,

a magician must, by the very nature of his trick, deny her existence.

The question is, which girl is the spy?

This fingerprint test has given us the answer.

You mean it isn't the girl on the stage who wants the sister Guam Delpho?

It certainly is not Ovalon.

Your spy will be in the cabinet suspended.

I about the stage of the departure theater at nine o'clock this evening.

This time, we will watch the performance from the audience.

Now, watch me closely, ladies and gentlemen.

There is no deception.

One, a two, a three.

And now, if you two gentlemen will kindly help me,

we will untie the ropes and lower the ceiling cabinet to the stage.

At home, we must never get away.

I'm ready, O Jeff.

I'll keep your eyes skinned.

You may have a surprise for us.

And I will now ask one of you two gentlemen to unbolt the cabinet.

I thank you, sir.

And now, if this gentleman will take the key and unlock the padlock, I thank you, sir.

And now, if you will both raise the lid of the cabinet,

I thank you.

And here, ladies and gentlemen, is Miss Florey in love, sir.

Mr. Sauer, step out, please.

Mr. Sauer, take out the curtain.

Come on, Watson.

Just get about the stage.

Make sure at home.

What happens, sir?

It's Mr. Sauer.

She's been injured.

I'm a doctor. Let me look at her.

I'm afraid she's beyond the help of doctors, Watson.

Look at that bullet wound in my head.

She's been murdered.

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And now back to Dr. Watson,

and tonight's new Sherlock Holmes adventure,

the Great Gandalfo.

What happened next, doctor?

You just got to the part where you and Sherlock Holmes

on the stage of a Budville theater

were examining the dead body of one of the Great Gandalfo's assistants.

That's right, but as you can imagine,

the excitement was intense.

The local police were soon at the theater,

and the officer in charge of certain sergeant puffs

seemed to take a very great personal dislike to Sherlock Holmes.

Oh, they great Sherlock Holmes comes out every time

and to teach our police force out to any of the case.

I'm not trying to teach the police anything.

You follow your own line of investigation, and I'll follow mine.

And suppose when I say I don't want private detectives

poking their nose into a police investigation.

Then my good man, I shall report your conduct

to the local chief of police and obtain the necessary permission.

No need to get up at here about it, Mr. Holmes,

but too many cooks spoil the broth, you know?

Oh, an extremely profound remark, second.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I've worked to do.

And so have I.

And we'll see who gets to the bottom of this first.

I'm going to Condor for the bedroom.

Holmes, I'm worried about the dead girl's twin sister.

I've been looking for her everywhere, and no one seems to see her

since the tragedy occurred.

Not for anybody else, Jack.

He would hardly expect her to reveal the secret

of the cabinet tricked by exposing the fact

that the dead girl had a twin.

I never thought that.

But he saw there on the stage when the trick started.

It seems to me that she is in great danger.

She is in very great danger.

They don't worry.

I've taken the precaution of having her guarded.

Oh, ho ho.

I'll explain that to you later.

In the meantime, we have to work fast.

It appears that Sergeant Buf is out to try and show me up

by solving the case first.

That makes the second challenge I've received today.

Well, Mr. Holmes, and how are you getting along?

Friendly thanks, and you?

I'm beaten.

I don't mind admitting it.

I sorted first the one man it couldn't be.

It was Gandalfville because he was on the stage all the time.

But then it seemed to me that he might have fired a live bullet

when he shot at the box on the ceiling.

The angle from the stage wouldn't turn side of the bullet hole

in the bottom of the box, Sergeant.

That shot must have been fired from the audience below.

Oh, Mr. Holmes.

You know who did it, don't you?

Yes, Sergeant, I do.

I wish you'd tell me, Mr. Holmes.

It should be obvious, Sergeant.

What's the new exam in the cops?

Please tell the sergeant your findings.

The girl was lying on her back in the box.

There was a small hole in the forehead

and a large one in the nape for a neck.

Exactly.

And since the point of entrance of a bullet is smaller,

then the point of exit improves that she must have been shot

lying in the box from above.

Once the box was in position over the audience,

she could have been shot only if I'm below.

For the girl had already been killed

when the box was placed into the ceiling.

I do, yes.

And only one person could have done that.

Only two.

How do you figure that out, Mr. Holmes?

The dead girl's sister had the same opportunity

as the great Gandalfo himself.

Of course she had.

Now I see why you were having her watched, Mr. Holmes.

If you'll excuse me, Zeyn Zozer,

I'm beginning to think it's a good thing you're on this case

after all.

Oh, that's very generous of you, Sergeant.

And now, perhaps if you will,

do me the favor of keeping an eye on Mr. Gandalfo yourself?

Of course I will, sir.

Where are we going, Holmes?

To the jolly fisherman hotel.

To call up this last sewer.

How do you know she's there?

I just received a message from young Ferrer's.

He followed her on my instructions.

As she left the theatre, come on, Holmes.

There's no time to be lost.

Ah, very well, Ferrer's.

Mr. Laster is still here, I trust.

Yes, Mr. Holmes, she's up in her room.

I wondered if you'd mind asking her to come down and see me.

I'm sure that we can talk privately in the lounge over there.

But you are, Mr. Holmes, I'll go and get her.

What are you going to say to Mr. Sir Holmes?

That depends on her attitude, old chap.

Come on, let's go into the lounge, are we?

The lucky thing that you had her fought.

It was an obvious precaution, Watson.

You see, I realised from the very nature of a cabinet trick

that Mr. Laster would have to leave the theatre

after escaping through the trap door below the cabinet

that was on the stage.

Before her twin sister descended from the cabinet

that was suspended from the ceiling.

And she doesn't know that her sister has been murdered, huh?

If she is innocent, she doesn't.

And if she is innocent, then we all know that our murderer

is gummed out for old.

Fish comes.

I have told Mr. Sir that you want to talk to her properly, Mr. Holmes.

You can still act if you want to talk about Mr. Holmes.

I have nothing to say.

But you shouldn't have a code of honor, you know?

I quite appreciate that fact, Mr. Laster.

Won't you sit down?

What do you want with me?

I have news for you.

News of your twin sister.

My...

I haven't got a twin sister.

My friend knows exactly how the cabinet trick is done, my dear.

Young lady?

Yes, you might as well tell the truth, Mr. Sir.

Well, all right, then, so I have a twin sister.

What of it?

No crime in that, is there?

What are you getting at?

I want you to believe that I'm here to help my dear.

You are going to need help and courage.

What are you getting at?

Come on, tell me.

I'm starting to be the bearer of the news.

Mr. Laster, your sister is dead.

Dead?

I don't believe it.

I'm afraid it's true.

She was murdered.

You're lying.

This is a trick.

You're trying to make me give myself away.

I'm trying to get up the truth.

Your sister was found...

...shocked through the head...

...when the cabinet was lowered to the state tonight.

I...

I sure don't believe it.

Why should my friend lie to you?

How was your sister the last time you saw her...

...for the commencement of the act?

No, different from any other time.

It was responsible for suspending her entry into the cabinet.

Dandalfa?

Or me?

She used to go into it before the performance...

...when the stage was dark and deserted.

Did you help her enter the box tonight?

No.

Dandalfa did.

You knew, of course, of your sister's activities.

How do you mean?

That she was engaged in espionage.

That's not true.

Very well, Mr. Soren.

I won't be honest with you.

I'm afraid I'll have to tell you over to the police.

I think you'll find their methods out of a little more crude than mine though.

The police?

Oh no.

Don't do that, Mr. Soren.

All right, I'll tell you everything.

Dandalfa's got me so frightened of him.

I was lying to you.

I knew that my sister was working for him.

I tried to stop her, but she loved money.

I think Dandalfa gave up plenty of that.

They had a route for the show tonight.

She knew you were on the stage at the first performance, Mr. Soren.

Dandalfa had spotted you too.

She was frightened.

Said she knew you'd catch her and she wanted to run away.

Dandalfa told her that she had to appear tonight.

And they were still arguing about it when they left the dressing room.

The dirty swine killed him because he was afraid she'd given away.

And now he'll kill me too.

I was wondering, my dear.

The great Dandalfa will be beyond the help of magic before this night is over.

Yes, he'll be behind bars.

He belongs.

Fevers?

Yes, sir.

And stay here with Mr. Soren.

We'll be back later at the moment.

There is unfinished business awaiting us at the different shop theater.

Well, Mr. Soren, I can't tell you how grateful I am.

Dandalfa, safely in prison, thanks to you.

And now you tell me you don't want to tell it in the case.

My dear Sergeant, I really have beef on me, you know.

In any case, I want to retore your face and try the detectives.

The next time you meet one, I'm sure you won't be so unfriendly, shall I say?

I'm humble, sir.

I'm very humble and I thank you very kindly for all you've done.

Oh, and by the way, Mr. Soren, this telegram arrived for you at the theatre.

While you were away, and here you are, sir.

Oh, thank you, Sergeant Brother.

No, sir, it's me that should be thanking you, sir.

Who in earth knew that you were at the theatre tonight?

I don't think I'd find out.

Huh?

What does it say, huh?

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

It's from my brother, my brother.

My brother?

What's he going to say?

Really, it's quite humiliating.

That's all he's saying.

He wouldn't have to, and he never did leave his arm, Sharon London.

Listen to this.

Have just checked on Gandalfo's repertoire of magic tricks.

You will find spy in box suspended from seeding of theatre, elementary, eh?

My dish a lot.

What a show.

It is amazing, isn't it?

It is also a profit, old chap.

Profit?

How do you mean?

Well, he indicates the handwriting on the wall.

I'm fast, my prime.

I'm too old for a lift detection.

It's back to me, B-farm, old fellow.

It's back to me, B-s.

Doctor, that was a swell start.

I bet it was an interesting case to work on.

Yes, it certainly was.

I've always had a fancy for the theatre, you know?

What you really mean, Doctor, is you always had an eye for a pretty girl.

Mr. Butler, we blunt for us?

Why not?

I must admit, I like to look at a pretty girl myself.

Yes, I do.

I do.

I do.

I do.

I do.

I do.

I do.

I do.

You're all myself.

You, Mr. Butler, too?

I should, I like to look at a pretty girl.

Go right ahead and look, Mr. Butler.

Go right ahead.

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Well Dr. Hart by giving us a clue to next week's Sherlock Holmes adventure.

Well, no. Next week, Mr. Bartel, I'm going to tell you a most unusual story that took place

about a small steamship as it plowed through the stormy seas of the Indian Ocean.

I call the adventure bitter by moonlight.

Oh, before I say good night, ladies and gentlemen, remember that on

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Don't forget we are.

Tonight Sherlock Holmes adventure is written by Dennis Green and Anthony Boucher, and was

suggested by an incident in the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's story, The Second Stand.

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