Sherlock Holmes - Laughing Lemur

0:00The makers of clipper craft clothes for men and 924 leading retail stores from coast to coast present the world's most famous detective Sherlock Holmes Sherlock Holmes is portrayed by John Stanley, Dr. Watts, by Alfred Shirley. Our stories are based upon the character of Sherlock Holmes created as her Arthur Conan Doyle. The dramatizations are by Edith Meiser. And now once again we turn into the familiar gate. Wind whistles cold and sharp through empty branches. It brings a Dr. Moon peers intermittently from behind scutting clouds. Hello, what's that in the good doctor's window?

1:02I'm Ken Lanjeren, Dr. Wattson is celebrating Halloween early this year. Come in, Mr. Harris, come in, why are you the delay on the doorstep? Why, I was just admiring your Halloween decorations, Dr. Wattson. A work of art, eh? To introduce to me this afternoon by my youngest god child. It's opposed to what goblins and witches and other nefarious familiar who are abroad this time of year. You mean who are supposed to be a broad doctor? Not necessarily, Mr. Harris, not necessarily. We here take this chair by the fire, thank you. Did I ever tell you of the time Holmes and I had a rather terrifying encounter with a notorious laughingly murder of high-tower heat? Why, you know you didn't, Dr. Who was she? A witch who had been buried centuries before on wild and brooding countryside known as Dothmore. This adventure took place on all saints' eve, the particular witch's Sabbath, which she were medicals, her tutuers, Halloween. And there I go, the deep end is usual.

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3:06You'll be amazed at clipper craft's values. Compare clipper craft with clothes selling for many dollars more. And now Dr. Watson to return to the witch on the moors. Here it was one morning several years after my marriage, a billionth full day. The last day of October to be exact. Mary and I had just finished our matutinal fin and hatty when a violent jank at the front doorbell had ordered a telegram from my erstwhile partner in crime Mr. Sherlock Holmes. As nearly as I could remember it when if convenient, meet me at Inton Station 1015. If inconvenient come anyway, bring service revolver. Don't suppose you're having a silver bullet. Super bullets. What was the meaning of that inquiry, Dr? It's a massive effect that is my first question after Holmes is settled in self in the corner of our railway carriage. Holmes, I gather from your telegrams we're about to book on another investigation. A dangerous one judging from the fact that you wish with a brick-mounted order.

4:22But why the facetious enquiry has to the silver bullets? Because it's a common superstition among the natives, the boars of deboncher. The evil spirits who are bound there can only be killed by a silver bullet. Who's interested in nature superstitions? We are Watson. We've been urgently summoned by Sir Lionel Peneck of Fenneck Hall. The long dead ancestors of his are supposed to be on the prowl. It seems she's not a depleting all sorts of outrageous pranks. But actually threatening the safety of his infant son born only two weeks ago. In other words, what? We're not on the trail of a common criminal. This is a witch hunt. Pressing a Watson the first glimpse of the moor? Yes. You should be there shortly. Notice that ancient Roman tower. She's buried at the crossroads of the foot of that hill. It's from that building that she derived her name. Who derived his what name? The laughing Zimur of Pythar Hill. A lemur is the Roman word for ghost or spiddit of the death.

5:23But she was a psych. That's why she was buried at the crossroads. She would have been burned, of course, and her ashes scattered to the forewinds, except that she was a great lady. And that into the head of a house of Peneck, who's given name with Hugo. Hugo was an old boy in his 60s when he married her. Much to the annoyance of his brother Edgar, imported a lusty, fun-loving young French noblewoman, a Louise de Longbao, whose mother was a notorious Madame de Montespagne. Madame de Montespagne, where was she a sort of nila border? At the end of the day, Louise seemed young and gay and exceptionally happy and active. Two athletic perhaps, her ancient bridegroom, because she insisted he accompany her when she wrote the hounds. But in due course of time, he was found, his neck broken, on a far side of a particular high wall, which his wife, shrewd with lust, had jumped a few moments before. Even after Hugo's death, Louise wrote the day and danced by night. And day or night, she continued to laugh. Quite a bit. At first, her brother-in-law Edgar seemed to have been fairly tolerant of the situation, since now believed in self-Lord of the Manor.

6:26But one day, three weeks after her husband's death, Louise came to him and informed him that she was going to have a child. The dead Hugo was an heir. She relayed the information with Dales of Laster. Poor Edgar. The jerk was certainly on him. Oh no. He started rumors about his brother's widow. The French perfume she used were loveful things. She and 12 companions, she brought with her from France, and formed a covenant. Coven? In the early days when witchcraft was in phar Watson, witches and their familiar banded together in unholy groups of thirteen, which were called Coven. Oh. Lastly, Edgar claimed that no mortal had fathered the child, that it was the offspring of the devil himself. In proof of contention, he pointed out cloven hoof prints under Louise's window. In short, the unfortunate lady was tried to witch, and English justice being, shall we say, a slightly biased in the days. She was sentenced to be hanged by the neck until death. Death turned fair, if you ask me. After when she was bedded at the crossroads, the Roman power would have spaked through her heart, and a great stone over the grave to make sure she didn't return from it.

7:28Oh, not a primitive nonsense. I wonder. At air rate, during the last fortnight, some person or persons seemed to have moved that stone, and some rather curious, not the safe frightening phenomena had occurred. And the present house of the head of the house, Fennik, seems to feel the safety of his first born as Fennik, and that this danger should we just speak to night, which is all hello to you. Yes, here we are. This is our station. And that gentleman waiting over there beside the wagonette with a pair of handsome cobs is undoubtedly some anor. The present master of Fennik Hall. Keep the luck kept over your knees gentlemen. It's the longest drive to the hall, and the wind across the moors has turned on Common Hall. Thank you, Salano. I'll admit to homes I was very clear-reached when I received your telegrams in I could expect you. Oh, have they been in its further disturbances since you posted your letter to me?

8:28They have, Mr. Holmes. The church bell has told of odd hours, last night and the night before. Furthermore, a young goat was discovered, dragged to the foot of the witch's grave. It stroked all torn and beating. Of course, it could have been killed by a wolf or some barotish dog, but... Unpleasant occurrences, Salano. But, as you say, not necessarily, Mr. Permanent. That's what I keep telling my wife, and that's too with all necessary. But I must say, when old Willie was found to be missing this morning, I really began to worry. Old Willie? He's the gatekeeper, Mr. Holmes. Lives in a little stone lodge beside the entrance to our property. He's tended that gate for over 50 years. Never leaves it night or day, except to come up the hall for the Christmas party and my birthday. Maybe the philosophy family got the best of him, eh, Holmes? And, eh, did he sign it for one or all? He couldn't wander very far, Dr. Watson. Old Willie is a cripple. He managed to hobble a few feet with the aid of his crotch. But that's the curious part of the story. Willie was missing, but his crotch was there where he left it every night, cropped up against the foot of his bed. The gerb was there anything else missing and a clothing, overcoat, shoes, money, provisions of it, short?

9:32No, Mr. Holmes. Wherever Willie went, he went in his nature. Not even his carpet slippers are gone. Nothing was missing. Nothing at all. As a matter of fact, one object has disappeared with it. The old broom with which Willie swept the leaves away from the gates. Oh, many my wife's nurse had a particular Irish wailing when she heard about it. Is this no Willie had ridden off on his adjoining the witches' sabre tonight? She always hated him because he makes her get out of a cart and opens the gates herself when she goes marketing for my wife. Did the household fuel her homes? I tried to reason with the ignorant old fool, but she kept moaning and groaning that she's always known Willie had the elive. She's managed to frighten my poor wife, nearly to a staircase. Oh, my wife is Irish too, Mr. Holmes. Her name is Bridgeton Baggins. I must say they placed more credence in these old wives' tales than we do here. Nanny says it's the curse of the house of Penny being visited upon us. The curse of the house of Penny? Yes, it seems a certain lady, Penny, born Louise de Lombard. Oh, your son-in-law already told me about her. Hanged as in which he buried it in the foot of the Roman tower.

10:33That's right. Well, it seems that when the hanged came to place the news around her thick ear. She turned to my, well, great, great, something rather grandfather who had the bad judgment to be standing here by. She turned to him and lost. What's my dear brother Edgar? Is that you know? That he's charming. I think this is the end of Louise de Lombard. But you're so very mistaken. You don't have any leads to a matter of child. I'm so afraid that I will not let you offer childly. No, no, no, for childly living in the great house of Penny. Louise, I come back from the great. She shall come back and take them all.

11:33She managed to live up to her fits, the ladle. Certainly not all of the oldest children of our house have met in un timely debt. But rather hyper-synchic have been still born. Several have succumbed shortly after birth. The wind is rising. We're approaching high tower, Dr. Watson. The wind is always stronger here. Her goss is a road in ruins. It's looking the moon life. When we reach the next bend in the road, we shall be opposite the witch's grave. I see. If you're a stupid miss, bang across the road. Easy, easy, easy, easy, good one. What the fuck is this? The baby's not in the house. Something seems to frighten them. Louise, what's that? There's something white over there in the bracket. Right in the horses, Align. I think our investigation may have been here. Come along, Watson. It's someone's iris guy. The white thing is me. It's calling along the ground.

12:33Yes, man, he's badly hurt. What's he doing all in white? It's a night-shirt, Watson. Oh, it's all with him. His face is all black, so his hands. What's that stuff you got in your skin? It's the sound, the flying sound, she give me. So I could fly here to high tower heath. We flew here, me and me broomstick. We flew all the way. Lord, he's out of his head. He's delirious. He has a bad way. Take his pulse, Watson. Here you are, with him. Take a swing out of my pocket. Hey, hey, hey, hey, sir. I'm frozen cold. It's been cold ever since I put on the sun. She says, God, we were flying so high. Who was she? What was her name? Either witch or course. What did she look like? And I couldn't write any say. She would wear a veil over her face. Instead in the moonlight, they put him in bed. I've been asleep with you called to me.

13:37Wake up. Wake up, Willie. Malone. You who'll be here. Someone who can make you die. Someone who can make you fly. You've always wanted to die. Haven't you, Willie? You're getting a dog to know. Along with my blade. Here, take this jar of poison. How the hell yourself will, with its release. How the hell old broom stick? It will make you fly. I like that. Three like a bird. I like your fly. And you're born the ultimate. I will wait for your side. You fly to the tower and dawn together around my group. My grace.

14:37I did like you told me, sir. I covered myself in the broom. And first thing I do, I got an agent. An agent. Up and up, I went up in the cloud. And the next thing you I was here on the east. Watching them dance, the little people. They were dancing around in their shuttco. But it made me dizzy to watch them. So I crept under a bush and went to sleep. This morning I woke up called the shake. Imagine, you were gone. I couldn't fly. And I couldn't walk. Oh boy.

15:37Hello? It's Pulse. It stopped. The home is a kid of Andy. Willie, Willie, don't get now. I'm afraid he has what. Yes, he's dead all right. Dead of narcotic poisoning and one of the most desperate poor tricks I'd ever encountered. Mr. Holmes, what do you mean? I should be able to answer that question more accurately as a lionel. After I had a chance to analyze the ointment that's smeared on this broomstick. I'm going to sign the body. What? Bring it along Watson. Okay, I don't smirred on your coat. Moons rising above the hill. Oh, right, the claustrophilic look. Yes, this is where the witch is buried. Yes, it'll cure all around the head of his trampled down in a large ring. Wait, Scott, there was a dance here last night. Look at these footprints in this damp spot. Small footprints. All small. I wonder where he is and he saw the little baby. Yes, he did.

16:38Here we are, gentlemen. This is Fennik Hor. Is that you, Lionel? Rachel, my dear, I've brought Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson. Thank heavens for that. It's time we had someone with intelligence to bring order into this. It's Jericho Households. Gentlemen, this is Rachel Conway, my cousin. How do you do, Herb? She used to keep house for me before my marriage and she very kindly consented to return while my wife Brigitte was having her baby. And a good thing I came back. Brigitte hasn't stepped a foot out of her bed since the child was born. She won't even try. Maybe she might. If he'd go away. Where you belong? Let her do Nanny. What's that horrible stench? They both moved into the nursery with the baby, Nanny and Brigitte. She's had her bed brought downstairs, Lionel. She's been burning powders and drawing magic circles around the crib all afternoon. So wonder the baby is insuffercated. Sure, and something's got to be done to protect the political one so, from the balls and gossies. His father won't give him a proper Christian question. No, though he must wait till the behug gets back from Scotland. So it's up to his own Nanny to protect him from the witches.

17:39You seem to be an expert on which craft there. Sure, I am that. Any part of Ireland's alive with him. No doubt. I'm more interested in finding out what this stuff is on the handle of this broomstick. And discovering which one of the women in this household has been visiting which is grave. How can you tell that, Mr. Holmes? The bottom morning, Dr. Watson and I will search for a room of every woman in this house. What ever for, Mr. Holmes? It was a woman who lured Willie to the crossroads last night. No one can wander over the heat while collecting evidence of it on. Here's our heard clothing, mud on the shoes, bracken on the coat or cloak. By the way, Saline, do you suppose I could speak to your wife a moment before she goes to sleep? That she cannot. She has sleep already. Really? I'd approach you, Pete, who concerned over her son's safety to those off to night the whole night. I gave her a sleep in portion. They put it into a tea, it's separate. I see. You said the nurse who was down here on this floor, I believe. That's right, Dr. Watson. But surely if the child is in danger, it will be best to move over the ground floor. What is in danger, the frown can come through locked doors.

18:40You'll be in danger till it's christened. That's when the witch is tried to snatch him. It's the soul thereafter. Not the body. Nanny, one more word of that nonsense now. She'll be back to Ireland. Now, get back to your mistress where you belong. Surely the expector and I'm going. She goes with me and goes to my bed. Nanny, the fool lsn't about me to tell long ago. Good for Brigid was so homesick, I didn't have the heart to take her nurse from her. Good heavens what am I thinking of. Cook is dead out, suffer few jatelmen on a table in front of the fire in the library. I'll fetch some hot coffee. Thank you, but we've no time to waste on food. Say, homes, I'm stopped. Well, what's in support of you make us some sandwiches when I sit about chemical equipment. If you could arrange it, shall I? I should like to have a usable room not too far from the nursery. Certainly, Mr. Holmes. You may take over the done room. It's directly opposite. Good. And if you smell any further, curious odors don't be alarmed. By imagining we may be able to give nannies, powders and puffins of run for their money.

19:51Now what's in it? See what we discovered in this confounded star of. Hugs packed, water, hemlock, aconite, blue. Probably from a rat or bat. I can't determine that without a more powerful microscope. Sink foil, deadly nitrate and silt. Firing collection of poisonous ingredients, say, homes. The interesting thing, Watson, is that they're all well-known ancient poisons. The aconite and deadly nitrate or phthaladonna being particularly potent. I've been a donner of violent delirium. And a poor wonder portal really thought he was flying. Yes, Watson. The star that was used to a night-willian is broomstick. Was undoubtedly a medieval witch's formula for fly-pointment. You don't drink a bit, even, things like dead homes? No, Watson, I don't think will they actually flew from here to the Roman tower. But he'd undoubtedly have the impression that he'd done so. He was probably transported in a cart or carriage. The rationality of all the poison really took him across the moors and even to die. I don't think the intent was to harm him as much as it was to frighten him. Unfortunately, whoever took him to the witch's grave was frightened off when they found they weren't alone.

20:53Exactly. The little people were more than they bargained for. Oh, it was really the wrong time. It was why you wanted to. Someone opened the door upstairs. Turn up the lamp. That's why I didn't hear anything. Yes, someone's coming among the upper hallway. By remark about searching the rooms tomorrow might need to see. If any of the women in this household had anything to hide, you may have been done at the end of the night. Someone's coming down the stairs. Yes, starting by a step it's a woman. You seem for the library. Stay here Watson, keep the iron and nursery door. I'd go to follow her. I wouldn't throw those papers in the fireplace in this hallway. Mr. Holmes! You'll allow me to take one look at them. I'd rather die. Very well. Suppose I tell you what those envelopes contain. Some early photographs of Salihal and letters from him. But they're not love letters. You must believe me. They're not. I do believe it, Miss Rachel. You were and still are in love with him. The affection has never been returned. Is that right?

21:54Yes, Mr. Holmes. But Lallel doesn't know how I feel. He doesn't know I've kept his letters. Please, please don't tell him. It would kill me if he found out. I've kept many secrets in my time, Miss Rachel. I believe there's room for one more. Mr. Holmes, I don't know how to thank you. Don't try. And the goodness say, go out of the kitchen and make yourself a cup of tea. Make some for Watson, too. I will, Mr. Holmes. Oh, I will. Holmes? Holmes? Come, pretend. The old nurse, the daughter of the nurse, Rachel's gone upstairs. I'll tell you what's up. We'll catch her on the way back. Yes, I wonder what you'll bring with her. Strange. Her old house is clean. Good night. Why, Watson? Yes, she's coming back. She's reached the end of the stairs. Now she's stopped to step down. So that's her little gave. Very interesting. Very... Yes, here she comes down up to the way. It's back, I'm at Watson. Now, then, Nanny, what's that you've got in your hands? A ball of twine and a pair of shoes. Why not? The lady's shoes, it is.

22:54I've got to shine them. So you did, Maria, aren't they? Let me see them. You got to the devil. Well, I'll bid... This Watson, as I suspected, Lady Sennick, wasn't as bedridden as she wanted people to believe. Sometime, during the last 24 hours, she's been out on the boars. That red clay on her boots is rather prevalent with her foot-up height, our hilt. You mean she's been pretending to be the ghost? Holmes, it's midnight. The witching hour. Ah, here's the baby. Say the baby. Tanny, bring it on, coming. No, no, no, no, no, the little kid. Get it off here. Come downstairs, I'll handle it. If you value your name. Chrissie, it was the whole world's happening now. Like the man watching. I expect. Now's the line on. If you'll investigate the second step from the top. Good law. A piece of twine stretched across the stair. Here's a trip route. You were supposed to fold out stairs and break your back. Oh, no, no, no, no. She didn't mean any harm.

23:54Nanny only wanted to press new so she'd let the priest grin the baby. Me, that's the reason she gave you, Lady Pentecost. Chrissie, what in heaven's name has been going on here? To hang herself, I'm too many to tell me about the girl in the witch's stern being moored. I didn't want any of your happiness to the baby. I didn't know will he would die. I only thought she wanted to get even with him. I didn't mean any harm. I didn't mean any harm. I didn't mean any harm. Wow, I'll say that was a spine-jiller, Dr. Watson. A pyrpid Halloween, don't you think? But look now, why did all of them... They won't have any of this death. That is, before I explain all that, suppose we show our gratitude to the people who make this program, Watson. I'm very sound-idea, Dr. Watson. It's quite a shock when you're face-to-face with clipper-craft clothes. I mean an extremely pleasant trick.

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26:56Well, now doctor, what about the gravestone? Ringing church petals on the little people. Would you please, Halloween Prince, Mr. Harris? Humane. Children? Right. Holmes recognized that when he saw the size of the footprints on hi-ta-he. I'm blessed. I hope so, I'm sure. Now, BBC, next week I'll tell you how Holmes and I investigate the case of a little governor's whose employer agreed to pay her extra wages because she was willing to cut off her hair and wear a bright blue dress. Sounds like rather curious requests, Dr. Watson. Why was she asked to do those things? That Christian dead Holmes and myself did it to a decidedly sinister country place called the Copper Beaches. The Founder Mercenics Pitchy-Dance, sir, in the ink.

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