Skip to content
TrackPodcasts
fictionOct 3, 202628:20

Sherlock Holmes - Night Before Christmas

Get every episode summarized

Each time Sherlock Holmes - Retro Radio publishes, we email you a written briefing from the transcript — the topics, who appeared, and any specific claims, with the ad reads skipped.

Email me new episodes

Free for 3 shows. No card needed.

About this episode

“Seems like every California homeowner knows someone whose insurance has been canceled.”From the transcript
This detective series brings the adventures of the famous sleuth to life, solving complex cases with keen observation and deductive reasoning. The stories are rich in intrigue and suspense.

Hosts & guests

Transcript ready

723 searchable segments. Every word is indexed and playable.

Sherlock Holmes - Night Before Christmas

Sherlock Holmes - Retro Radio

0:00
28:20

Full transcript

Sherlock Holmes - Retro Radio — Sherlock Holmes - Night Before Christmas. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.

Seems like every California homeowner knows someone whose insurance has been canceled. That's where Kin comes in. Kin can help with flexible coverage across all 58 California counties and policy options tailored to the risks you face where you live, including wildfire, wind, and severe weather concerns. CY California homeowners are turning to Kin at kin.com slash potcats. That's k-i-n dot com forward slash podcast. Kin refers to Kin Distributor Insurance Services, a licensed California surplus lines broker. Coverage is placed with an insurer that is not licensed or regulated by the California Insurance Commissioner. This episode from the life of Sherlock Holmes will be transmitted to our men and women overseas by shortwave and through the worldwide facilities of the Armed Forces Radio Service. Petri Wynne brings you... Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce, the new adventures of Sherlock Holmes. The Petri family, the took time to bring you good wine, invite you to listen to Dr. Watson tell us another exciting adventure he shared with his old friend

that master detective Sherlock Holmes. Well right about now you're probably taking a little breather in your last minute rush to get everything ready for the bidet tomorrow. Children have to be put to bed to wait for Santa Claus and is the tree waiting to be decorated and four million and one things which must be done before morning. I sure hope you got all your Christmas shopping done. It's pretty hectic rushing off the last minute to take care of Uncle Charlie or Aunt Bertha cousin Sam. But if you must get something just remember that you can always dash over to your wine merchant and get a bottle or two of Petri Wynne. But better yet a whole case of Petri Wynne. Petri Wynne's a swell gift and I just thought a little lagooned suggestion might be of some help. And now I'm sure our good friend Dr. Watson's waiting for us so let's go and enjoy it.

Come in come in good. Oh there you are Mr. Bartell. Well say Dr. I can see you're going to have yourself quite a Christmas. Big tree in the corner with colored lights on it where do you get those? Table covered with presents you must be my department. Charlie aren't all for me my boy you see I'm having a Christmas party tomorrow for my house keepers little nieces. Oh I'm going to dress up as Santa Claus for him. Well I'm sure you look very convincing in the part. Oh by the way Dr. I brought you a little present. Oh yeah. Here it is. I hope you like it. I know him too much. I got one for you too. Are you you mustn't open it until tomorrow? Here I'm a boy. Thanks a lot Dr. and now how's about tonight's story? Last week you told us you'd chosen an adventure with a lot of Christmasy atmosphere. Yes Mr. Bartell my story begins on another Christmas Eve many many years ago. The exact and 1886 time the adventure occurred I must confess I didn't quite understand what was going on

myself. In fact I never did quite make head of tails. It until till home to pity on me later and explain the whole thing but I shan't try to confuse you Mr. Bartell. I'll tell you the story exactly that happened. Right you are Dr. let's go. In a while. On that Christmas Eve in 86 I was standing in our Baker Street rooms dressed in the costume of Santa Claus. Homes is long thin fingers pressed together. Lay back in an armchair and gaze at me quizzically. While our housekeeper Mrs. Hudson stood by the door and said, after what you make a grand Santa Claus. It doesn't mean Mrs. Hudson. Now to be head on what snowchappen. It's very difficult. How old is it look? Oh you look just like the old man on the Christmas cabs doctor. It really becomes you. The cheery trinkler the eyes, the ready complexion and the the appropriate good.

A shame we can't obtain some snow on a slay and reindeer for you. However I'm sure Mrs. Hudson's nieces will be very much impressed. Well that's it. And it's very kind of you doctor to offer to come over to that house with me. Father in the hospital in my sister it is bedside. It would have been a very miserable Christmas without you. Oh I sure enjoy myself but I think I'll take this video for me get there. That's it. Are you ready to leave Mrs. Hudson? Hi I'm Sir. Will I get a cab? How far do we have to go? Oh Lexington Gardens number 28 is just off the edge we are road doctor. Far but bearing in mind my costume I suppose we'd better take a cab. Hi Sir I'll get one. Oh Miss what are you going to do with yourself? I hate leaving you alone on Christmas Eve. Oh nobody old chap. I shall spend a profitable evening writing on my new monograph. Oh what's this one about? An analysis of teeth marks on pipe stems and with particular regard to indicated character. It's just me how exciting. Well I must be going.

Don't forget to sack of presents over. When you come to distribute them you will find the diet of the liberty of adding a few trinkets on my under half. Oh that's the way it's thoughtful of you. Oh excuse me Mr. Holmes but there's a gentleman to see you. Saces are no framed of yours. Here's this car set. Oh thank you. It's all but he come splendid. Ask him to come up Mrs. Hudson. I like sir. And I hope your party has a great success Mrs. Hudson. Well thank you sir. Are you sure you don't want him to stay? No that you have a visitor. Oh no no no indeed no Mrs. Hudson I can show the gentleman out myself if you go off in a good time. Thank you sir. I wonder what Lord William wants. Perhaps I should stay here. No no please my dear fellow certainly not. Yeah. You'll find more important work to do. Well he can probably once he's revenge at chess. Or something equally innocuous. Off with you right, my dear fellow. Enjoy yourself. Open the door. Just to say my wish you were coming with me. I'll see you later. I shall be there. Come on up. Where'd he come? Hello Holmes.

Evening Watson. You make a very convincing sound to close. Are you leaving? I'm Fred's home. Where'd he go? Good night then. Good night. How are you home? All alone on Christmas Eve. Hey. Yes, where'd he come? I'm glad you came over to see me. What's it to be? An evening of chess or have you one earthed some recent pressure of medieval pottery that we can discuss? Neither Holmes. I've come to you in your professional capacity. I need help. Oh god. I'll be there. Don't tell him that after all these years of quiet friendship, you're going to become a client. I'm afraid so, Holmes. Though I doubt if my problem will interest you very much. It's hardly up to your, uh, rather colourful standards. They're careful as to go. Oh thanks. Well now, my dear Whitigan, what a trouble. Well, when I decided this year to have a little Christmas party at my townhouse, I'm quite comfortably offered to know only to come either if I have several relatives and friends who are not as well off. I'm having a party for them tonight, Holmes,

and I hope to attend it this guy's Santa Claus. I do, fellow. I've adopted many disguises in my time. It's rather Christmas. There's never been one of them. Well, you want me to attend your party in disguise and in a case. You ashamed of your friendship, but a private detective, you know, do you consider my features more acceptable when buried beneath the depths of a snowy beard? My dear Holmes, do take me seriously. I'm not joking. I assure you. Of course, not of course, not. You, um, you want me to attend your party in disguise. Why? Now, I'm giving some very valuable presents, uh, diamond and onyx cufflinks, platinum and ruby earrings, and then such like, and I've wrapped each of the presents in bank notes. Oh, Jeremy, uh, well aren't these presents now? In a sack, in charge of my butler. I was going to dress up a Santa Claus and give him out myself until I got the warning letter. That's why I've come to you. Warning letter, eh? Yes. I received it by this evening's post. You see this? My dear Lord Whitikham, your generosity with Christmas presents borders on ostentation. We do not approve.

Neither we receive five thousand pounds in sovans at Post-Restant Box 379 by six o'clock on Christmas Eve. Or I'm afraid a Christmas party will be conspicuous by its absence of presents. You see that note, Whitikham, will you? Yes, here you are. Thanks. Plain paper, come up to any notebook. Writing is obviously this guy, isn't it? By George S. Whitikham, I accept the case. I'll come with you to your party at once, and furthermore, I shall follow your suggestion regarding this guy's. Dressed Santa Claus, I shall be less likely to attract suspicion. I'm delighted, Holmes. But what made you decide so suddenly? This writing, my dear fellow, this writing. Oh, it's a, you know, false hand. I know that characteristic M in my dear Whitikham. I've seen it too often at the beginning of the signature. Moriati. Moriati. Who's he? Oh, one of the cleverest and most unscrupulous criminals in England. Whitikham, there's no time to be lost. It's let me see now. 630.

Half an hour down the deadline, giving you in the slatter. We must go to your house once. The This is as far as the cab can take us, Doctor. Oh, here you are, cabit. Here's five shillings for you, and it'll be a Christmas. Oh, bless you again, and a Merry Christmas to you too. You said you wanted to get him to host through the backway so that you could surprise the children. Yes, I thought I'd come down the kitchen chimney. Oh, you can get to the back of the house, but going up the alley here, I'll go in the front to... Spend him, Mrs. Hadton. Which is the house? Number 28 is the third one down the alley, Doctor. All of the back window opened in no time, and you can slip in without any of the beer and sea. Very well. Gloomy little street out. I must say, hello. Where's the music coming from? Oh, it's from that temple across the seat, Doctor.

The disciples of the Octagonal Square, they call themselves. What an earth to suppose that means. Oh, some newfangled cart. Heathens most likely. Oh, low, low, I'm not the only one to close abroad tonight. Look at that foot across the street, other. Oh, did I suggest let yourself, Doctor, and carry an assat? Oh, he's running up the steps to the temple. It's got he... he slipped on the ice. What a tarry was. Here, here, moment... Oh, the earth's on your doctor. Do an extrap for yourself. Here, yourself. Give me your hand. Thank you, sir. Celia's me, wasn't it? We sent the clothes and everything, you know. Up you come. Oh, gracious. Oh, dear, Doctor, I told you to be careful. Now you're falling too. Roaches can find it right, coulda' mine. It's picked me up. Did you hurt yourself, sir? No, no, no, no, no. I'm all right, I think. How about you, sir? Well, I'm all right, thanks. Celia's me to run, wasn't it? Here's your sex, sir.

Well, thank you. Good night, and Merry Christmas. Uh, good night, thank you, sir. Did you? Oh, you went into the temple. Must be the Cyprus, that Cagulon Square. You're sure you know how to do... No, no, of course not, Mrs. Hudson. Give me my sex, please. Thank you. Your sister's house is the third one down this alleyway, is it? I'll hurry and open the back window. And this I'll be waiting for you, Mrs. Hudson. It's got a rather fun. Shame homes isn't with us. Really, probably happier, having a good game of chess with all the welcome. This is my house, homes number 39. I'm from St. Scraway. And dear old Watson is just around the corner in Lexington Gardens, and has no idea that I've left the biggest bridge. Here you are, caddy.

Thank you, sir. I'm Merry Christmas, sir. Isn't that, Carl Singers? Yes, we'll probably have our fill of them before this evening's over. Good evening, Melod. Have the guests arrived, Hargit? Most of them, sir. They're in the library. You brought another Santa Claus with you, I see, Melod. Another Santa Claus? What do you mean? The gentleman arrived three quarters of an hour ago, sir. The rest of the Santa Claus. I took him to your study, Melod, and showed him the sack of presents. Confirm it. It's got here before us. Where's the study? In this way. I hope I didn't do wrong, Melod. You told me that a gentleman dressed to Santa Claus would be coming here. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. A gentleman dressed to Santa Claus would be coming here. Dear me. The gentleman appears to have gone. Yes, and the sack containing the presents with him. But he can't have left the house, Melod. I've been watching the front door. Yes, and while you were doing that, he slipped out through the window here.

The catch is under. Hargit, describe this man. I can't tell you much about his appearance, I'm afraid, sir. He was dressed to Santa Claus just like yourself. But I didn't notice one thing about him, sir. Oh, what was that? He'd list, sir. That's quite pronounced. Of course. Lou the Lisper. Oh, yes, he's Lou the Lisper. One of Moriartis must trust it, accomplices. Fortunately, though, I've had news of him later through my underworld grapevine. You know where he lives? He's reputed of some connections with a new coach that calls themselves the disciples of the octagonal square. Their headquarters are just around corner from here. Let's go there, of course. And Hargit. Yes, sir. Get a message, discontent yard as fast as you can. Ask for inspectorous stride. Until him join me at the temple of the octagonal square in Lexington Gardens as soon as possible. Oh, the children are laugh like sighted, doctor. I told them you just came down, ship me. Oh, I'll step the bed on and then I'll go into them.

Will I announce you do, too? Yes, please, will I? All right, sir. He's crying. He's crying. No, children, cry. Santa Claus has come to see you and he's brought your own presents. Hello, hello, Ture. Hello, Santa Claus. My name's Chelsea. Did you bring me a present? No, I didn't. I'll see. I look in my second minute and there. What's your name, young man? Err, they call me Bertie. Did you come down the chimney? Yes, Bertie. I bet you had a time doing it. You're so fat. Oh, come on. The route there, too. Santa Claus won't give you your present. And what's your name, little man? Maya, though. I've got a cold. Yeah, if I see you have a wheelchair, then gather around me and I'll see what present I got for you. The first present is for... Oh, it's not the right. It says for her grace, the dowager touches a buile. Oh, do you suppose Mr. Holmes has been playing a practical joke in your door? I suppose so, though I can't see the point, myself.

But he did say that he'd added a few trinkets of his own. I want my present. Then supposing you take this, Elsa. Oh, cool. Thank you. And this one is marked for the Reverend Arthur Carter. I'm saying it with Holmes as a doctor. You're a bad kid. Cool, Sam. And this is for you, Donald, because you've been a good little boy. This is a very big visit. I wanted the dog. Oh, I wanted the dog because... Well, I'll bring you a dog next year, Donald. Oh, it's a dog. Dr. Houching. Yes, yes. Look at the wrapping on these presents. Dr. Weather, 25 notes. Cut. Oh, look what I do. Let me see. I cast things in carbon monolic. Well, I'm just going to have very much of a take. I thought it was pretty earring. Look how they spark. Let me see. I'll see. I'm curious. I swear that these are gentlemen. Rulvis, what in thunder is going on? I want my earring back. Give me that mind, too. Well, well, well, here you are. Here you are. What is going on? I know Mr. Houching better.

My toys are still at the bottom of the sack. I can't understand it. I wish Holmes were here instead of Gozing in front of R. Far in Baker Street. Scholar. Where are you, Holmes? Here with the bed. This is the only room in the temple that gives you the news. I feel you've been living. My bird has been here, but I'm afraid he won't. I'm sure Inspector Le Strava will get here. It's like a match where everybody comes. Right. Yeah. Here's a candle on the table. Ah, just a side-fired. Look at the bed. A bed coat? An aviard. Yes, Louis the Lippers, discolidists, guss and gone. And with him I'm afraid you are valuable. Wait a minute. Here's a sack lying on the floor. Oh no, this isn't mine. Look what's in it. A toy dog. Large box of chocolates. Look who goes dog on his thunder. Well this is Watson's sack. But how on earth could Louis the Liesper have got hold of it? Somewhere somehow he and Watson must have made an accidental change.

Louis the Liesper is no doubt trying to track Watson down at this very moment. He must work fast with him. Or my friend's life and those of Mrs. Hudson and her relatives won't be worth our tinkers down. Doctor, you can't break your story there. I can't, Louis. Before I go on I thought we'd ever close pork just to refresh us up. Oh well that's something different. Of course. Instead of talking about pork as I sometimes do it will be night drink something change. Hey, I'm a boy in a... and a Merry Christmas to you. The same to you. And now what happened next doctor? We left you with the children's Christmas party and Sherlock Holmes and Lord Whitaker found the corner at the Temple of the Octagonal Square. Yes, Mr. Batill over at the time of course I had no idea what was going on. There I was, cheerfully handing out gifts worth well, not a kings, at least a bell in its ransom. Well outside the Temple of the Octagonal Square,

Holmes, Lord Whitaker, were talking to inspectuous Todd, the Strutton Yard. There's the case in the nutshell, the Strutton Yard. Yes, seems to me Lord Whitaker, you would have been wise there to get in touch with Scott and the Arbony and got the warning, Luke. We could have maddened him when he came to your house and pinched the sack of presents. I've got this no time for post-motions, we've got to reach Louisvilleisper for forty finds, Dr. Watson. Suppose he can do that, Holmes? It wouldn't be difficult. Louisvilleisper is nearly as clever as his master, Professor Mariate. The chance is now that you were followed when you came to Big Street tonight with a gun. And equally likely that Watson and Mrs. Hudson were followed as they left it. Mariate seldom leaves anything to pass. Well where did Dr. Watson go to not leave? Lexington Gardens, it's just time to corner from here. Where then this go there at once? It's right not quite away, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Holmes a little subtle game. Now Louisvilleisper wishes to recover that sack of presents from Watson. How would he invade the party with at least possible trouble? By, by dressing up a cent of clothes again. No, no, I think he's overplayed that role for one evening. Well then I would try to get him, Mr. Holmes. Oh come now, Mr. Holmes.

Our group of people can enter any house on Christmas Eve without invitation, without creating suspicion. You can't, I'm sorry. Exactly, my dear fellow. I shouldn't be thought surprised if at this moment Louisvilleisper and some of his gang are singing carols outside 28 Lexington Gardens. Well then what are we going to do? Form a rival cordal society. How many have been men to hang with you? Three. The Sergeant in two constables. We're in great coats. Yes, Mr. Holmes, but why? They can hide their helmets and pretend to be singers. Come on, let's go over there and while we're walking, we'll rehearse our carols. We must appear reasonably convincing. San Gerai, Lestrade, San Gerai. Oh no, you must be close to your car. Oh no, you must be close to your car. Oh, that's so hot, Mr. Hatsun. Hop on, Lell, hop on. Oh, you're in that car.

The car's coming inside and sing for us. You can call us, they can. Awesome to come in, Mr. Hatsun. Oh, that's nice. Oh come on, let me get your back too. Oh no, now take it easy. Oh, there we go. I want to see you rain deer, San Gerai. I see my rain deer. Oh, but it was a tap on the roof. I'll climb up the sea. No, no, no, you must do that, there's sleep. Oh, here are the carols singers. Oh, forget your room. There we go. That's it, now. Good evening, gentlemen. Good evening and Merry Christmas. Would you like to sing some carols for the children? After that, I'm sure you'd like a drop of the warm blood. Well, thank you, sir. We should like that. I'm going to let you be full somewhere, my man. No, sir. I'm sure you haven't. Come on, man. Let's sing Good King Went for it. Good King Wentz, let's look down on the feast of sea. And where are we all outside the house, Mr. Ohm?

Now watch. Listen. Uh-huh. Lube and the Spiritsmen are already there. How are we going in at the moment? Come in. You will have your trunchons handy. Yes, Mr. Ohm's, we're ready. Spend it, now, remember. When we're inside and I yell, Merry Christmas, up at the top of my voice. You bring out your trunchons and get Lube and the Spirits gang out of there as quickly as possible. Don't arrest them until you get them outside again, Mr. Ad. I don't want to fight mature. Right, Mr. Ohm's, we're ready. Just give us the word and we'll go in and come. Well that was very nice thing. And now how about something to warm you all up? That won't be necessary, Dr. Watson. See to the door, Sammy. Now I'll love you. Stay right where you are. Ooh, what do you think you're up to? What do you think? I'm not sure. I don't think you're going. And how about you? And how about you? I don't think you're going. All right, I'm going. I'm going. Where you are? What do you think you're up to? Please don't be difficult, Doctor. All I want is the jewel out of my sack that you sold for me tonight. If you try and stop me, I shall have to hurt you.

Why do you talk so funny? You've got a cold like me. Shut up! Now, Doctor. Where are the jewels? Oh, Chris, there are some more carol fingers outside! Watch out if you got away, Lou! No, better let them come in. If we don't, they might get suspicious. Oh, Lou, first you never get up, too. Now, no tricks, Doctor. If you try and give an alarm, I shall have to get rough with you. I don't mind about that, but just remember that they're children, present. I don't mind it. You don't mind it before you, eh? What'd you say we all join a little kettle for the nippers, eh? Well, all right. Uh, what do you want to sing? Eh, better. Up the old angel's sing, eh? All right, all right. Come on, man. Let's sing. All right, all right, all right, all right. Glory to the newborn King. Merry Christmas! Let's go! We are not going to die! Let's go! Doctor, watch me what's happening. They're all going to each other with your hands.

You sure you can't do that? They're all going away, then. I can't do that. Come back here. Oh, it's terrible. Come here. Home. Home is put in fun to sing on. I'll explain it to you later, Jack. Mr. Ron. Catch me, sir. I'll take them to scuff and jade and prefer charges. I'll be over in a little while and give evidence. Right, you're right. It's too bad we didn't catch profissor Moriotti, too. Well, at least we have some of his cohorts. So I'll see you later, as well. I'm showing you what was going on here. Is Moriotti mixed up in this business? Yes, what's now tell you all about it as soon as I've straightened this thing up. Now, will it come? Yes, home. The twenty-pound notes that you were used as wrapping the our gift seemed to have been scattered all over the house. Uh, do you want me to recover them, too? No. From what you've told me of the children, I think their parents could use the money much more profitable in my relatives. In any case, I can replace it. A very generous Christmas gift. Well, children, did you enjoy the, uh, the tall game we staged for you? It wasn't off, but, yes. I nearly died, but after when they started hitting each other, I'm glad you enjoyed it, children.

And now I, uh, I want you to show me the presents you received. I thought it was pretty scary. Oh, they were a part of the game, too. A nice little girl like you doesn't want me earring, so see, here's a beautiful doll for you. Cool. I don't think she has anything. And what did you get, my little man? These. Oh, cufflinks. Good gracious. Who wants cufflinks when he can have a clockwork train? Do you want to exchange? Brain Lord of a Duck, yes. Oh, what a door. There's one for you, lad, a nice, nice, wee dog. Oh, cool. And here's a lovely... Hey, watch, Uri, here's a nice big box of chocolates, too. Get all sheathed. Oh, the lummy boy, nice. Hey, that is much fun. Since Granny got her fingers stuck in a plug-o. I still don't understand what's going on at home. But I must say, this has all the marks of being a happy Christmas. Yes, oh, oh. Mrs. Hudson. Hi, Mr. Gold. How's the turkey coming along? Oh, it's a parade in a few minutes, Mr. Gold. Branded. And while we're waiting, perhaps the children will oblige.

Mr. Gold, he happened to heard so well. Mr. Dyer, now what do you mean? Christmas cowl that really sounds convincing. Ah, but it's your own... Ah, but it's your... Come on, you'll speak, come on, Lairo. Shine and I'll die. Holy night. All is known, all is bright. Brown, young, we're again, heart and soul. All is in the soft red, young, bright. We're here, we're here, we're here. We're here, we're here. Well, Doctor, that was really a 12th to a swell story. On a Christmas Eve like this, do you ever wish you were back in Baker Street celebrating Christmas there? Time is yes, but actually, Mr. Bartel, I'm very happy right here in my little home.

There on the tables of beautiful little Christmas tree, as a fine fire in my fireplace, my two dogs, Montenwillier, a sleeping piece of it, my feet. And best of all, I've got the love of every child in the neighborhood. Yes, I've got a great deal this Christmas Eve. Lots to be thankful for. And what with the troubles of the world on their way to being settled? It looks as if this is the brightest Christmas that I've ever had. That's how I feel about it, Doctor. I hope that all our friends listening in are just as happy this Christmas Eve as we are. And speaking not only for myself, but I know for all of us and for the Petri family too, we wish every one of you a happy Christmas from the bottom of our hearts. God rest you merry. Gentlemen. Well, Doctor, that's the next Monday's New Year's Eve. What story do you plan to tell us? Well, I'm the day that you've had extremely appropriate, Mr. Bartel. The fifth takes place in the Scottish Castle near Edinburgh on a New Year's Eve in 1900 and concerns the pair of lovers and elderly baronnet and a strange iron box that proved to be more than worth its weight in gold.

Tonight Sherlock Holmes' adventure was written by Dennis Green and Anthony Boucher suggested by an incident in the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's story, The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle. Music is by Dean Fossler. Mr. Rathbone appears through the courtesy of Metro Goldwood Mayor and Mr. Bruce through the courtesy of Universal Pictures, where they announce Starring in the Sherlock Holmes series. The Petri Wine Company of San Francisco, California invites you to tune in again next week, same time, same station. Sherlock Holmes comes to you from our Hollywood studios. This is Harry Bartel saying good night for the Petri family. For a solid hour of exciting Mr. Rathbone, listen every Monday on most of these same stations at 8 o'clock to Michael Schaine followed immediately by Sherlock Holmes. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.

More episodes

More from Sherlock Holmes - Retro Radio

View all episodes →