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This is Matt Rogers from Lost Cultureistas with Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang. This is Bowen Yang from Lost Cultureistas with Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang. We've been talking about Cupid Mayo for a minute now, and wow! So many of you already love this stuff! And if you're thinking, wait, what is Cupid? Do you not have the internet? It's the OG Japanese mayonnaise that went with the red cap. What makes it different? Egg yolks. Cupid is made with egg yolks only, giving it this rich, umami flavor that elevates to everything. Chefs use it. Restaurants use it. Where chefs work, of course. Food and flavor lovers use it. You haven't tried it yet? Hmph. We'll find the red cap and see what everyone's talking about, why don't you? Cupid. The original Japanese mayonnaise. Cupid. Meet the Red Bull Dragonberry Emergizer. It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so hot? Fire. Try them all, oh my god.
The original and immortal stories of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle dramatize the new, with Sir Ralph Richardson as Dr. Watson and Sir John Gilgur in the role of Sherlock Holmes. I should never forget that eight of the morning when I asked the evening, this heavenly stoma in Duacityville. He was the most attractive young baby, dressed in black, with a heavenly veil and a pure, much distressed. It's not the cold which makes me shipperness to Holmes. Fear. Terror. I can stand this train no longer. I should go mad if it continues. I no one to turn to. Even my feelings, it's only my imagination, Muscle. Fear, will you soon serve matters to rights like no doubt? My name is Helen Stoner, and I'm living with my stepfather, who is the last survivor of
one of the oldest time in England. The Royal Upper Stoke Moron on the Western border side. The name is familiar to me, madam. The family used to be very rich. Now there's nothing left to say to the few acres in the old house crushed under a heavy morbid eight years ago when my mother died. Were your mother a wealthy woman? She had a fortune of some thousand pounds a year, but she bequeathed to Dr. Roylet entirely so long as we reside at the lake, with the provision that a certain annual sum should be allowed to both Julia and myself, if either it was should marry. The company did Dr. Roylet continue to practice after you returned to England? No, not after the death of my mother. He took my sister and me to live with him at Stoke Moron, and for a time we were quite happy together. A terrible change began to come over our stepfather. He shut himself up and only came up to indulge in violent quarrels with his neighbors.
He was ended by a cunning bit from the fear in the village. He has no friends at all, but the wandering bands of gypsies that he allows the company's clowns, he's a collective strange animals. He had an Indian cheater and a baboon which wandered freely over the estate and the fear by the villagers almost as much as he is. No serpent would stay with us. We had to do all the work at the house. We could imagine what it was like for my sister and me. And when she died, though she was only 30, Julius had begun to turn white, even from his mind had. No sister died just two years ago. Soon after she'd become engaged to be married. It's only a fortnight before the wedding. She died in terrible suffering. Did your stepfather offer any objection for her marry? No, he didn't appear to. The circumstances of your sister's death.
Please be precise about the detail. It's easy to be so full every event of that gutful time is feared into my memory. As I said, the man of house is very old and only one wing is now a use. The bedroom in this wing are on the ground floor. So my stepfather's then my sister's in the mine. There's no communication between them, but they open on the same corridor and look out after the same lawn. That night, Dr. Royal, as my stepfather, had gone to his room early. But it was not yet asleep for my sister was troubled by the strong smell of his Indian figure. She left her room and came into mine, where she sat checking about her coming wedding. Well, Helen, how are you getting back to bed? He must be asleep by now. My way, have you ever heard of strange whistling the dead at night? Whistle? No, why? There's a lot of you nights.
About three in the morning. I've been wakened by a low clear whistle. I've heard it, but I sleep more heavily than you do. And it's of no consequence. Good night. I couldn't sleep that night. I'd locked my door after Julia left. I'd heard her knock her as too. We always locked our doors for fear of the cheetah and the baboon that fell out every night in the ground. I remember it was a wild night. But when he was hardly outside in the rain, he didn't get a swing down. I had a terrible premonition of evil. And suddenly, through the storm, I looked my sister and screamed. I stayed for my bed, got to shore, and then rushed into the corridor. As I opened my door, I heard a distant whistle.
A whistle and a clanging sound is if a massive metal had fallen somewhere. If I land towards it, my sister's doors are not as slowly swung open. The night of the land I saw her standing there, her face danced with cheetah, her hands gluping for help, her whole figure swam too far. And me again, friend, she fell to the ground, she almost screamed the one thing before she died in my arms. It was the band. The speckled band. It seems that Julia Stunas' death was carefully investigated by the local coroner. But Dr. Royalett's conduct had been notorious in the country, and foul play was suspected. But no satisfactory explanation of the tragedy was ever found.
The doctor had been asleep in his room, the screamer had awakened him. Julia's room had been locked on the inside, the windows heavily shut up. The chimney was barred by iron staples. It was certain that Julia Stunas had been quite unknown when she had met her end. It was nothing to indicate how she had met it. There were no marks of violence on the body, and the doctors could find no evidence of poison. It's my belief that she died a sheer terror and nervous shock. Oh, what it was, the frightened heart cannot imagine. There were any gypsies camping in the plantation at the time. Yes, there were nearly always some there. And what did you gather from her illusion of the speckled band? Sometimes I thought it was made a denierium. Sometimes I wondered if it might have referred to some band of people, perhaps those very gypsies in the plantation with their spotted handkerchiefs on their head.
Who's a very deep watersnestone of Pizdoan? Two years apart from him, until lately my life has been lonely of an epic. A month ago, however, I became engaged to the married to a Mr. Armitage, a neighbor I was and a city dear friend. I said my stepfather might offer objections, but he's made no difficulties and we have to be married later this spring. Two days ago, some repair started in the West Wing, so that I had to move out of my own room into the room next door. The room in the tracister died. Last night, by their weight thinking of her terrible fate, I suddenly heard in the silence of the night that same low was true. Though her room was locked, there appeared to be nothing wrong when she sprained out of bed and lit her lamp, and it still had been too terrified to go back to bed.
As soon as it was light, she had caught an early morning trade into London that comes straight round to ask the advice of Sherlock Holmes. You were done that a wise day. So are you sure you told me everything? Yes, everything. I think you are still shooting your stepfather, Mr. Armitage, and at the mark of his great glare on your wrist. He's a hard man. That's your heart, he knows his old strength. This is a very deep business, and from what you told me, there may not be a moment to lose. If we were to come down to Stokemore on the day, would it be possible to see over the bedrooms without the knowledge of your stepfather? I think so. He told me last night he was coming to London for the day. There should be no one to disturb you. Excellent, then we shall both come. What are you going to do yourself? I have one or two things to attend to in town, but I shall be home shortly after noon. The new may expect us early this afternoon, Mr. Nar. Goodbye for the present.
We discussed many possible theories after Mr. Nar had lived. We were in the midst of our deliberations when we received another visitor. Which of you is Holmes? My name is Robert. You have the advantage of me. I am Dr. Grimes de Roylipt, Stokemorel. My stepfather has been here. What has he been saying to you? It is a little cold for the time of the year. I'm not sure she's been saying to you. Would I have heard that the curcuses promised very well? No, you'll put me off to you. I know Mr. Nar has been to see you. But don't you dare meddle in my affairs. I'm a dangerous man to fall for love. See the trickiest I've out of my grip. Oh, like this poker. I'll spank you. I'm a terrible person. Ending our poker almost W was a... I'm not quite so bulky.
But if you remain, I might have shown him that my grip was not much more feeble than his own. There. I think that's just a much straight again. You know my deal? Well, I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it. You know my deal? What's in this little incident gives a new zest to our investigations? We shall certainly see what we can find that's took more of this afternoon. Good afternoon, Mr. Nar. You said we'd been as good as our work. I've been waiting so eagerly for you. Now, you must make the best use of our time so kindly take us at once to the room of the entry journey. The building was a grey, milky block stone with a high central portion and two curting wings like the poles of a pad turned out on each side.
The central block and the east wing were empty and in poor repair. The lines to the windows and blue smoke curting up from the kidneys showed that part of the west wing in which the family resided. So the scaffolding had been erected against the end wall and the stonework had been broken into it. But there were no work from above. The homes had been down on the outside of the free bedroom windows with the closest to the window. This I take you belong to the room in the children's sleep. The other one is your sister's room and the one next to the main building is Dr. Roller. Yes, but I am feeding in the middle one of course. Fending the alterations as I understand. By the way, but it will seem to be an oppressing need for the pears to that end wall. There were none. I believe that it was an excuse to move me from my own room into my sister's. Oh, that is suggested. Well, these windows and shutters are quite firm. No one could possibly get in this way if they were firmly built on the inside.
We shall have to see if the room was themselves. So any light on this matter. A small side door leading to the whitebush corridor from which the feet bedrooms opened. The buildings, pasted once, into the room in which Helen's corner was now skipping in the middle one of the three. The bedroom in which her sister admit her death. It was a homey little room, played in a furnace. Hosed eyes, pebbled round and round, up and down. This is Matt Rogers from Los Culturistas with Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang. This is Bowen Yang from Los Culturistas, Matt Rogers and Bowen Yang. Okay, we've been talking about Cupid male for a minute now, Bowen. Wow, the feedback we're getting. I mean, so many of y'all love this stuff. You're stopping us in the street going, I love Cupid. And if you're thinking, wait, what is Cupid? Do you not have the internet? It's the OG Japanese mayonnaise. The one with the red cap and the little baby on the bottle. Once you know what, you're starting and everywhere.
People ask what makes it different from basic male. Will the answer? Egg yolk soupy is made with egg yolks only, giving it this incredibly rich umami flavor that elevates everything. Burgers, fries, sandwiches, chicken, noodles, chefs use it, restaurants use it, people who really love food and flavor use it. Whatever you're eating, Cupid it. So if you haven't tried Cupid yet, find the bottle with the red cap and see what everyone's talking about. You'll understand, Cupid, the original Japanese mayonnaise. Meet the Red Bull Dragonberry Images. It's one of the many new drinks out now. Who knew ice cold drinks could be so? Fire. Try them all only at McDonald's. Making you every detail. What does that double communicate with? The house keepers room. It looks newer than the other thingies. Yeah, it was put in a couple of years ago just before my sister's death. I can't think why she's definitely never used it indeed.
For such a nice long bell pool, but it can be used actually for a potential hangar down to the very top. Let me see. Why, it's a dummy. Longing green? No. Even attached to a wire. You can see it. It's passing through a hook up there. Just about the little opening of the ventilator. Okay, it's said I never needed this fall. Very strange. A lot of the little that would open the ventilator into the next room when you might have made it through the outer wall to the fresh air. That's also quite modern. It was done about the same time as the bell looked. There were several little changes headed out about that time. Shocked clear before your sister's death. Why, yes. It moved into the bedroom next door, the room of Dr. Reiler. It was a large other than his stepdaughter, but just as plainly furnished. A camp bed, an armchair, a plain wooden chair against the wall, a round table, and a large iron safe with the principal things which net their eye.
Once again, Hogan's examines them all with the accused interest. In one corner of the bed, he found a small dog leg. Notty. So, it's to make a loop of the whip core. Hmm, this is interesting. How do you make of that, Watson? That is common enough. Lash. I don't see why it's a bit tied into a loop. That's not quite so common, is it? Miss Turner, what is your stepdaughter keep in the safe here? His Disney Takers. Or you've seen inside it, then? Only one, sunny years ago, it was full of paper things. There wasn't a cabinet by any chance. No, this change, I do. Well, then why are the saucers milk standing on the top of it? We don't keep a cat, but if I told you, that the cheetah ends of the moon. Oh, yes, of course. Well, the cheetah is just a big cat, and yet the saucer of milk doesn't go very far to satisfy it, I guess. No, just one more point. Let me examine this wooden chair.
Hmm, very interesting. And now Miss Turner, I want you to listen carefully and follow my advice and it will respect. I assure you that I, in your hands, is to have... Your life may depend on it, the matter is too serious to any hesitation. In the first place, then, the doctor Watson and I must spend the night here in your room. That's part of a death door, home. No, that makes a clear idea what's in me. You must turn him into Tariya's room on the terms of the headache, when your stepdaughter comes back. When you hear him retire from the night into this next door room, you must open the shutters of your window, undo the fast, put your lamp there as a signal to us. We shall see if none of them will be there. Then go back into your old room, despite the repairs, the study of Perti-Dewaver one night. Oh, yes, of course. We shall spend the night in the middle room, and then we shall be able to investigate the cause of this noise,
which is so distant. Oh! Several homes and I had no difficulty in engaging rooms at the village even, from which we could command the view of the Inhibitive Wind, a stoke modern manor house. At dusk, we saw Dr. Grimes Bay, who I let dry pass, lashing his horse. The track turned into the manor dry. In the few moments, we saw a sudden light springing up among the trees as the lamp was lit in one of the sitting rooms. You know what my friends, couples, about taking you to night, is this distinct element of danger. Can I be a persistent? Your cousins might be invaluable, then I'll certainly come. But you speak of danger. You obviously have seen more in these rooms than was visible to me. No, but I think I may have detuned a little more. I imagine that you saw all I did. I saw nothing remarkable, said the battle-willed,
but what you saw was ventilator, too. Yes. There's nothing very unusual about that. There's a desecurious coincidence in dates. A ventilator is made, a cord is hanging, and a lady who sleeps in the bed below, dies. Does that not strike you? Can't there yet see any connection? Did you observe anything very peculiar about the bed? No. It was clamped to the floor, so that it must always be in the same position relative to the ventilator and the doorbell. Home? A scene to see, didn't they, what you're driving at? There only just in time to prevent some sufferer and the horrible crime. Yes, well, optimizing. We shall have horrors enough before the night is over. About nine o'clock for light among the trees was extinguished, and always dark in the manor house. Two hours passed slow rearway, and then suddenly a single bright light shone out from the darkness of the West Wing.
That's our signal. It comes from the middle window. Come on. Through the winter of the city, in entering the ground, through a hole in the park wall, we crossed the lawn and we came to the open window. When out of the clump of the marble bushes, they had darted what seemed to be a serious and disported child, its footsteps on the grass with a writhing wind, and then ran swiftly into the darkness. I have seen you see at home here. Nice house, so that was the baboon. Quick, quick, in through the windows, before they were visited by the Cheetahs. The silent crime inside, losing the shutters and moving the lamp onto the table, Holmes cast his eyes round the room, or was as we had seen it that afternoon. In the sickle-dotted light, you can see it through the ventilator. Yes, don't fall asleep. Your very life may depend upon it. I don't just already in case it should be.
I took out my revolver, and I laid this on the corner of the table. Holmes, a border along, a border along, seen a canembrore, which he laid on the bed beside him. Next to it, he placed a box of matches in the candle, and he turned out the lamp, and we were left in utter darkness. Holmes shall I ever forget that dreadful video. From outside, it became the occasional cry of a bird of the night, and once at our very window, a long, drawn, cat-like wine, which told us that the Cheetah was indeed at liberty. 12 o'clock stuck, 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3. And still we saw a waiting sound in bed, for what it might be for. And so, there was a green-themed light in the ventilator, which very soon needed it.
There is a single burning oil, and you can get it. Some of them in the next room, and it has dark lamps. I had a gym to sound the movement. Then, from outside, I was tired again. On the point, I had another sound. A very gentle, soothing sound, like that of a soul-jitter-steen, this can be for most people. You see it? What? See it? Swiping a match, pulling, glips from the bed, was wracking. The feeling was very keen. That's a very poor. I had the match, glad I had a little, clear, sickle-witter. In the room, I could still not see what the hotel was attacking. It's so thank you, all I could believe I had a hot air on the moving on a table, iron pail, rimmed hospital.
I could still feel it, flared away from a tree in a corner corner, collapsed, in a high room, dead, raised and injured, And I would of melted down my clothes 鐱, Besides the table's test, Dr. Brown's bare-wire looked, crying in a long-wrapping gown. His chin was cropped upward in his eyes, while picks in a dreadful, rigid stare at the cold of a ceiling. Above his brow, he had a peculiar yellow dam with brown speckles, which seemed to be bound tightly around his head. And what he was speckled dam. The speckled dam, wound their head of the dead man of the snake, but it was naked in India. And fat eyes, like fong head.
And Dr. Brown's bare-wire looked, a giant tin-fiffle on the heart of that sleigh and bitten. His violent seven-coothed recoil upon the violence and the steamer pulls into the pit as he sees for another. At a thrustless creature, back at his wrist dead, at his stroke, plain blue, the dog with swiftness in the big man's lap, and throated and not his look, bound the left-tiles neck, to grow its stomach-hotted perch, and its face into the arms safe. And now, my dear fellow, we can remove this stone at a sometimes shelter and let the country police know what was happening. That's an hour away with the greatest feat I've eaten. So many of these types, until they're no longer there, I have come to an entirely of numerous conclusions, which turns my dear Watson to have dangers at all with his degrees of insufficient doubt.
So many turns into the gifts of the youths of the world, and the dam. That poor girl, Julia, obviously, a gift for Snaker, she's stuck in match. Well, David's decision to put me on an entirely wrong sent. I only corrected my mistake, and I saw how impossible it was for the winter of the world, either by the goal or the window. The devil wrote, the ventilator and the tent day, then day rise from the decision, but the looks were very, as it did for something passing through the hole and coming down to the base. The idea of the snake history of Kertiny, for as you know, a little about to have his own supply of strange pets from India, and the whistle and the crann, the whistle was the doctor's signal to recall the snake, before the morning light could reveal it as a victim, after all, once it would come down to the very end. It might or might not have become a victim, but two more later the doctor would have used the word. I've come to these conclusions before I answered this word.
You seem to reduce something, even the wooden chair, of course. You have to stand on that three-conditometer. The floor floor moved, the loop of the foot called the iron space, what enough of this cell in advance it might have remained. The tariff hang, I suppose, was the doctor's subject in the snake in the safe again. Exactly, I'm not the window shut of being replaced at a first-hour approach. The blow of my cane, of course, drove the group back to the ventilator and allowed this temperature. They were the biker first, doesn't it? So in a way, I'm as responsible for Dr. Royloff's death, but I cannot say that it's the right way to the heavenly of my conscience. The door of the chair, for the farth, my death fellow, and this is good as the ham near my violin. The only problem we have to solve, now my dear Watson, is how to wild away these rather chilly apron evenings. The adventures of Sherlock Holmes, based on the original stories
of throughout the Coleman Doyle, have been gone a times in you with original music composed by City Park. So Ralph Richardson, lays apart a Dr. Watson, and Sir John Gilgurth, said of Sherlock Holmes, a program was produced by Harry Allen Towers.
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