Sherlock Holmes - Mr Edwards

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that master detective Sherlock Holmes.

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Let's tap on his study door.

Good evening, Doc.

Good evening, Mr. Batel.

Come over here by the far.

I was just having a cup of coffee.

Would you care to join me?

Thanks, that'll be nice.

I just event you falling asleep during my story tonight.

There's no chance of that, Dr..

From the hints you gave us last week, it sounded like quite a story.

It began in a circus in Paris, you told us.

Here's my boy in the circus.

A colorful world of sardust and stangles.

A world, Mr. Batel, that I may tell you confidentially,

always held an irresistible fascination for me when I was a youngster.

Me too, Dr..

In fact, when I was eight years old, I felt just in love with a lady there, back right.

A stunning creature who wore pink silk tights with gold sequins on him.

Unfortunately, my mother caught me writing her proposal marriage,

and I'm afraid that another story in one that you probably wouldn't find really interesting.

Sometimes, alright, what, Dr.

But I think it'd be safer to stay to your show, I can't tell you.

Yes, you'll probably write my boy.

Well, it was a winter in the 1890s, and homes and I were in Paris.

On our second day there, homes suggested we attend that night's performance.

The Circroyale.

I'll need this to remark, I was delighted, Mr. Batel.

And shortly after nine o'clock that night, I found myself seated by her side's homes in a box near the ringside.

It was an incredibly vivid scene, even for that city of colour and light.

The gay costumes of the women and the gaudy cappings of the ringmasters and towns

looked like a giant telescope under the blazing glare of the art lamps.

As we kept a brass band nearby, blurred for some popular music of the day,

and yet, he didn't appear to be enjoying himself.

And so, I leaned across, touched her down.

What is it, Watson?

Well, you're all very quiet, Holmes.

Aren't you having a good time?

Good time, I suppose.

So, the Japan is just one ring, where Mr. Edwards is.

Mr. Edwards?

Who's he?

The extremely distinguished cant.

Mr. Metis and the Spucks at nine o'clock.

Oh, a client.

So, Mr. Link's question was on business after all years.

I might have known it.

Normally, although in your case, I think you'll be able to combine quite a little pleasure

over the business.

Well, can't you be a little more explicit, Holmes?

Here comes the ringmaster.

Hello, ladies and gentlemen.

Mr. Leonard and Mr. Edward.

The hall of the Bedextre Steer.

Metis, myself, Giselle, Steer, all day.

A guest friend, Anne Comparas.

Giselle, if you don't see her, I heard her.

She's a bear back rider, isn't she?

Honest and fan, sir, fellow.

She also has quite a reputation as a ten-fetal.

Three jewels have been bought over her.

A young English officer on the Greenery of the Arts

committed suicide, asked her because of her.

And a famous French banker is the prison's language in prison,

because her extravagance is drove him to appropriate funds

that did not belong to him.

Here's Watson, she's an extremely colorful personality.

You know, Holmes, the funnest thing, when I was eight years old,

I felt valentine love with a lady bear back rider.

She bought six of types with gold and sequins on them,

but unfortunately, she got that off.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Holmes, she's exquisite.

Look at the way she's jumping from the back of one horse to the other.

She's a perky of motion.

A lady appeals to Watson.

Oh, hi, George.

Yes, indeed, she does.

In fact, Holmes, I don't mind telling you

if I were to married man and a poor man.

Yeah, you like the court, the lady, eh?

Oh, yes.

Actually, no, no, no.

Excellent.

That's the very reason for our attendance.

What's your husband's name?

You're talking about Holmes.

Oh, they are.

Good evening, Mr. Edwards.

Hello, Miss Margiel.

Hello, how are you?

I haven't seen you since, since I just prepared it,

Windsor Castle, when mother excuses are,

I'm Mr. Microsoft, and this is my friend.

It's William Nigel.

William Nigel?

Of course, of course.

And I am Mr. Edwards.

We must respect each other's incognito, eh?

How do you do, sir, William?

Oh, well, I'm extremely honored to meet you here,

Royal, uh, uh, Mr. Edwards.

How'd you like Giselle?

Isn't she a stunning creature?

Yes, indeed, she is.

The purpose to have supper together after the performance

to my time at the chemistry.

Well, unfortunately, I can't be there, Microsoft.

There's some stupid affair at the embassy,

which I have to attend.

We must postpone the dinner until tomorrow.

Okay, well, sir.

Come over to my hotel a little early,

and we can discuss the whole business.

Personally, I think a lot of fuss is being made about nothing.

Now, if you'll excuse me, gentlemen,

I must go back and see Giselle for a moment,

and tell her that I can't keep all the apartment for tonight.

I'll see you tomorrow, my daughter.

Good night, sir, William.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Good night, sir.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Good night, sir.

Good night, sir.

Holmes, what's all this, Mr. Edwards?

It was the Princess-

What's in the special, hello?

This is Edwards, as you know, is extremely democratic.

Too much so possibly when one considers his position

and responsibilities, he's become quite seriously involved

with Humblezae Giselle, the lady there back right over

was just at the ring.

Oh, so that's it?

The fact that I'm not quite naturally honest.

As opposed, he's deeply concerned over the matter.

And I've been entrusted with the delicate mission of protecting Mr. Edwards.

Oh, does his nose your own day know that it is too identifiable?

That's the first thing that we have to find out.

It's possible that she is simply captivated by having a rich Englishman of her feet.

If on other hand she knows who Mr. Edwards is, then we may be in for great deal of trouble.

How are you going to find her?

By tempting her with a richer Englishman and run with a title.

Act my dear fellow, as by you are Sir William Knightley.

You mean that to your job over?

No, it's to do your utmost to steal as she's there as you're on day from Mr. Edwards.

But you don't even know the girl.

We'll remit it at 10 a few minutes.

As soon as the performance is over, my dear Chair,

I shall take you to a dressing room and a range of introduction.

I must say, Holmes, the backstage life of the circus is even more colourful than in the ring.

What makes you say that all for them?

Well, I just saw Pinnett having tea with a beard lady while a sword swallower was standing behind him practicing his act.

Oh, hello.

She's that man standing talking to the villain tights?

Yeah, it's effective, isn't she?

The gentleman is in spectre of their may of a French police and old friend and a distant relative of mine.

Tell me, how are you?

Ah, how are you?

My dear friend, how are you?

I'm a bit mad, please.

On this occasion, my name is Microp, if you don't mind.

And this is my friend Sir William Knightley.

Ah, you do, Inspector?

Oh, Champé Sir William.

Permit me to introduce Mademoiselle Yvette-Marra.

Ah, you do, man?

No, you do.

What brings you behind the scenes of the circus may I ask, my dear Microp?

My friend Sir William is most anxious to meet the acquaintance of Mamoiselle's your on day.

But of course, every man wishes to meet you there on day.

For not after your name, he will present you to her.

Ha, in not the way.

Oh, no, you bet, sir.

He do not begin that all over again.

You are in love with her.

You've always been in love with her.

How you doing?

What's wrong with it?

What's wrong with it?

It seems like it.

It seems like I think I got killed by myself.

Oh, but my son and Inspector, she's a fucking little pig, isn't it?

Ah, that's a great sense of William.

Many times I've told her that he's an on day with never waste of time with a simple police inspector.

Uh, she prefers a wealthy foreigner.

But if they can confront her, she does not understand it.

She does not believe it.

Mamoiselle Nara was dressed in tights term, eh?

And what does she do in the circus?

She walks the tights.

Oh, is a queen of the high wire.

A charming and a talented girl, but the most, most, most jealous.

My darling, my distinguished friend Sir William Nigel is most anxious to meet her.

She sells you on day.

Are you producing?

I should prefer not to appear on the matter of this stage.

Oh, Misselle, then I will take you to a dressing room.

Please come with me, Sir William.

All right, I'll see you later, home.

Now, I'll be waiting for you.

Well, you have good luck.

Good, good, good.

Hey, you're a lucky man, Sir William.

Giselle has quite a passion for the Englishmen.

And when they reach and have a title, I am sure she finds them.

Here is the...

Will you leave the poor, but of course.

Ah, tell the mage that I'm only a poor police.

Hey, here we are.

Oh, please.

Giselle Moussou permit me to present to you, Sir William Nigel.

He's a great admirer of yours.

Yes, indeed, madam.

Sir William Nigel, go on and sit here beside me, Sir William.

I shall leave you over.

It's close.

There.

That is much more cosy, no?

Sir, nice to see you.

The seamy, ma'am, is that all?

Is it wrong, dear?

I thought he's a farmer, my Englishman.

You may call me Giselle, and I shall call you old.

Let me see, I shall call you Sir William now.

Willie, I shall call you Willie.

You do that, ma'am.

My life is very delightful.

Quite delightful, ma'am.

I'm just hoping, perhaps, that you can't have a little summer with me tonight, Giselle.

So, what about some oyster, the co-fevolts,

and a bottle of two of pomegranate and greener, 72?

You get to taste all the world, and do you think?

Oh, Willie, I can see that.

Perfect.

Oh, I don't know about that.

One more, I get my clocks.

Well, you know, you do.

I think it's a funny thing.

Why did you point at me, Willie?

Well, I was eight years old.

I fell violently in love with the lady.

And if they're back, why don't they suck us?

History seems to be repeating itself.

Here.

I hope you're off to the airy.

Do you no longer knock when you come to my door?

Who is this, your man?

My name is Nigelus.

William Nigel, my good man, and who may you be?

I am Alfio Alfieri.

I am Alfio Alfieri.

And what is he?

A trainer of wild animals.

And I'm this year.

What's wrong?

You must not speak throughout your life,

why you belong to me.

Sandy, stupid Englishman away.

Found the students?

Of course, yeah.

belong to you.

She said belong to no one.

So I have to take them up.

Do you know that way?

Put it down, you scoundrel.

That's the time it will be our space.

Can't you?

This panel blabbed up.

What is in your hand against the woman?

Sorry.

Oh, my God.

Most terrible Willie has knocked him down.

I certainly deserve it.

Willie.

And you have turned yourself something, Willie.

Oh, what was that?

Come close, Willie.

I give it to you.

A little kiss?

No, please.

They told me.

Oh, Willie, you are so strong.

So much, you know.

So brave.

Oh, it was nothing to do, Jusel.

Nothing at all here.

Boss and Finn, gosh.

Boss and Finn.

Oh, yeah.

Jusel?

Vinci Edwards?

Have a box for the tomorrow night.

I was hoping that that...

I'm sorry, Vinci Edwards.

My time is up, you guys.

I'm showing you the lights in my pocket.

No, Shell, Willie.

That was Delay Mew to create a fair last night.

Oh, he said we are strong.

He said, which do I prefer?

Five string color pearls?

Was he three string color pearls?

What does my Willie think?

So that you can't hang too much pearls.

I'm a foot in egg like yours.

I'll take the five string color, my good fella.

During splendidly, Boss and splendidly.

Yes, but home, I first jibblast it full,

handing that jules fellow a check.

Signed by Sir William Nigel.

You got yours, you little hooligan.

Don't worry, old fellow.

Remember what time it is.

Money is the least important concern in this matter.

On to the masquerade, old fellow.

On to the masquerade.

Mochampagne, gashol.

Oh, you're so cheeky.

Bombay?

Mochampagne.

Oh, you're so sweet.

Oh, you're so sweet.

He's safe.

Good evening, Donne.

Hello.

How's your day?

I'm going to the evening performance.

Yes, Miss Burns.

I escorted her to a dressing room and half an hour ago.

But she advances in there with her now.

At last, it seems she has used for a poor policeman.

Last night, she found a threatening on her makeup table.

Since then, she has been most grateful for my company.

A threatening letter, eh? Any idea of a marked sentence?

Oh, yes, of course. I'm afraid I have with you all this.

I told her to pay no attention.

By the perfume of the North Paper, I recognized the sender.

A jealous tightrope worker called Yvette Mara.

Oh.

Poor Yvette. She would make a very period criminal I'm afraid.

Still, Giselle asked me to stay outside her dressing room

to the performance desk.

You wish to see her?

Oh, yes.

Oh, good evening, Mrs. Bradford.

Good evening, my craft evening, Mrs. Bradford, aren't I?

Come on, sir. I'll be sure to be glad.

Look here, my craft.

I think this is a game.

Come far enough.

Giselle has just refused another invitation of mine.

No, I know who Sir William Nigel is.

And I swear I'll tell her.

Don't you think, sir, that the lady is hardly worth bothering about?

Surely this whole incident with William proves

that she's a scheming little adventurer.

She's a fictitious title.

And apparently a bottomless person has shown her up

and her two colors.

I could have told you the same thing with us.

Such an experiment, my friend.

Well, I suppose you're right, my craft.

I've been a fool.

My idea is to let a pretty ankle turn his head.

A conceited bow.

Let her just seem as you.

Let you have been a man.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening.

I just came back to see Giselle for a moment.

I've brought at least flowers for her.

Oh, in the back of Giselle.

Just a minute, Watson.

I, uh, I think to death in your other ocean.

But the masquerade is ended.

And then what do you mean it's ended?

It's a longer necessary for you to impersonate

a William Nigel, or to pay cop to Giselle.

Ooh, really, really, well, it's a great relief.

There's great relief.

I'll hate it the whole business.

Oh, yes, yes, sure you have.

We appreciate the sacrifices that you may.

Don't be so right, but I'll see you again.

Well, I must go back and see her once more, though.

We had a rendezvous for tonight.

And I am a scarcer.

You're going to be doing nothing.

I, I will be a minute.

Never have I seen a man more dumb cat.

Obviously within my de-holms, business was a pleasure.

Althierry!

Where are you going?

Not the Englishman.

I just saw him go into his head's room.

Who are you referring?

Not the man I call himself Sir William Adel.

Two days ago, he striked me.

I have to settle him.

No man, strike Althierry.

Do not cause any more trouble, Althierry.

On what I've been told, you'd only deserve what happened to you.

Here he come now.

You English you?

Althierry, challenge you to a duel.

What is it?

There's twice as ghost.

It's...it's...

It's gel.

What's wrong with him?

He's dead.

He's lying there and addressing him.

Strangles.

Strangles.

And only half an hour ago I spoke with him myself.

Since then, I've been standing in this corridor guarding your door at their own request.

Only two men have entered.

He's just dressing once instead.

You, Mr. Edwards.

And you, Sir William Nigel.

What are you suggesting to me?

I am suggesting nothing.

I am stating that these two gentlemen have the restful suspicion of murder.

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Well, Dr. Watson, so you and the mysterious Mr. Edwards got yourselves arrested on suspicion of murder.

Yes, but about tell Holmes that everything is part of a certain perspective and a two releases, but it was useless.

And so, while Mr. Edwards and myself were languishing in detention cells,

the local sirte Holmes and the French inspector were examining the dressing room for the dead woman.

I'm sure, Mr. Verme, that being as keen as detective as you are,

you must suspect two identities, redwoods.

Of course, Mr. Holmes.

But that is the danger of incognitors.

If it chooses to assume the identity of Mr. Edwards, then you must run the risks of permission.

And you are convinced that either he or my friends sprangled namazose from there.

And I have to prove to you that they didn't.

Let me examine the body again, no?

If she'd been strangled by either of my friends,

why would her body be lying here under the window?

It was found away from the door, by which they left this room as possible.

That was nothing.

No, but it's odd.

She said it was a strong girl.

They might easily have been a struggle.

Perhaps she tried to get away with the window.

And yet there are no much balance on her throat.

Just this piece of very fine cord that did its deadly work so keenly.

Cut for the night.

Please do not remove the cord, Miss Holmes.

The body has not yet been photographed.

And now you're on a hit very hard for me, aren't you?

You notice, of course, that the window is open.

Yes, but we have examined this no outside.

There were no footprints within three years of the wind.

The murder must have entered by the door that I was touching.

Yes, it would be hard.

Even for a professional acrobatic to jump in.

A rat.

There may your young friend namazose a little bit more rat as a pipewalker.

He did, but...

Yes, she said to me all about it.

He'd even sent a threatening letter.

I had had expressed hatred and jealous to this dead woman.

It's considerable that you could enter a room by a window without leaving footprints in the snow.

We'll wash you at the time of the murder.

I do not know.

I was waiting for her and equality.

And I suggested we investigate her alley by at once.

And after that inspector, I must pay a visit to the suitcase.

I don't want my friends to think that I've deserted them.

Excuse me, sir.

Yes, Holmes.

I'm afraid it looks rather black.

As I was telling you, if that mother are the tightropewalker,

I was able to establish completely satisfactory alley by.

There may still suspect you or Dr. Watson.

Well, that's ridiculous.

May I ask you a very straightforward question, sir?

Of course.

I can well understand that if you would go into the dressing room and found the woman already murdered,

you might easily be tempted to conceal the fact to avoid a scandal involving your person.

Will you swear to me, sir, on your true identity?

That she's always alive when you left her.

She was Holmes.

I swear it.

Thank you, sir.

That's all I wanted to know.

Holmes, I'm there to see you.

You know, I've been thinking.

All this depends on Verne's evidence.

It's surprising he was a murderer.

He told us his desire to turn him down, you know?

I thought of that, but Mr. Edward swears that she's always alive when you left the room.

And yet that means that Mr. Edward...

Oh, no, no, no, no, it's unthinkable.

Holmes, you're not suggesting.

Holmes, if I thought that we're possible, I confess to the murder myself.

My life wouldn't matter either.

If it is sex, cattle like that, great scoffage.

It would settle the empire.

The old Watson.

Here's what not sacrifice yourself.

It is valuable of British institution as the law himself.

No, my dear fellow.

There's another sacrifice too, not while my mind is still capable.

My mind.

That's it.

Thank you, Watson. You've given me the answer.

Holmes, what are you burbing?

The patient of the law and half an eye.

You'll be out of this cell.

A real murderer will be in it.

Question of questions.

Why must I, if you have the answer, so many questions?

Because you will not tell the truth.

You murdered Giselle's here on day.

Oh, many times I have a tell you I did not kill her.

Why should I want to arm?

Because she was jealous.

Because she humiliated and tormented you.

But I was not in her dressing room.

I've already proved that fact.

Am I a magician that I can kill somebody without entering a room?

As Gary, I know how you killed Giselle's here on day.

Without its necessity, you're entering this room.

Ah, and you're a smart man.

Please do to me.

I don't need to tell you.

The eight of them now are short.

Open the window, Alfie, are you?

What game is this?

And about then, I'll open the window myself.

Watch your head out.

Come on.

So, who do you see?

The Inspector Valne, standing for yards away.

Where I used to it.

And he's got your long-training web.

Oh, don't move.

Stand there, the Inspector.

Doesn't your skill with the web?

But he wants to try a little experiment.

Don't leave him behind.

Oh, I can't.

I'm holding him.

Ah!

Well, Mr. Edward, I mean, well, so this is a pleasant change from a prison soul.

It certainly is.

Tell me as I can't tell you how grateful I am.

I still don't quite understand how you did it.

What?

And rather a roundabout waiver is responsible for giving me the clue.

Oh, how is that home?

Well, I'm all in one occasion, old chap.

I've had calls to deploy a rather flooded style of writing tonight.

I was really thankful for it.

When I began to speak of the capabilities of my mind,

I suddenly had remembered a phrase of yours,

in which you referred to, um, its whip-like rapidity and actuarous theme.

That, of course, made me think about the area of the animal trainer.

Exactly how did he kill the pointer?

He stood outside the window,

a part and up a way to leave no incriminating footprints.

The call to Giselle, probably persuaded at Elina,

then snapped the whip around her neck,

pulling it tight and straggling her.

Well, then I suppose he cut the cord

and let the body fall back into the room.

Besides, they all fell off.

We found a whip-stock, a minus tackle,

a whip-stock from which the lash had been cut.

The stubble-blash-left netched the cord around the dead girl's throat.

Amazing business.

And I don't mind telling you, fellas, I'm very thankful

to be through with it.

It is so much.

In fact, I wouldn't be too surprised with this whole instant curse

near my love of circuses.

Oh, I didn't know you had a prediction in that direction.

Oh, yes, sir.

Yes, we don't mind my thinking.

I will, he was eight years old.

He fell in love with a lady,

there back right up.

Didn't you want to speak?

Indeed.

What happened?

Well, sir, I remember her name,

but you were pixel-type with the golden sequins on them.

I wrote her a rather hot-headed letter,

and I'm walking straight through my phone.

Oh, yeah, I remember her name.

Well, doctor, that was one of the most unusual stories you've ever told.

And I might say you played a very prominent part in that case yourself.

case yourself. Well, I sure love that nickname she gave you. We need it. I don't get embarrassed

over a nickname doctor. You should hear the nickname I had. Oh, without the school all

the girls call me bottles. Oh, she's from Bottle. Bottle. Bottle. Bottle. It's some nickname

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Gypsy encampment, a child that vanished, and a horrible death in the murky depths of

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