Sherlock Holmes - Speckled Band

0:00The original and immortal stories of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle dramatized the new with Sir Ralph Richardson as Dr. Watson and Sir John Gilgurth in the role of Sherlock Holmes. I should never forget that April morning when I arse a demon with an alien stoner in Duacity book. He was the most attractive young lady, dressed in black, with a heavenly veil and a pure, much distressed. It's not the coldest makes me shipperness to Holmes. Fear. Tara, I can stand this train no longer. I should go mad if it continues. I have no one to turn to. Even my feelings are believed that only my imagination must be. Fear will soon serve matters to rights I have not done. My name is Helen Stoner, when I'm living with my stepfather, who is the last survivor

1:00of one of the oldest families in England, the Royal Upper Stoke Moron on the Western border's side. The name is familiar to me now. The family used to be very rich. Now there's nothing left to say to the few acres in an old house crushed under a heavy mortgage. Eight years ago, 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 resided with him. With the provision that a certain annual sum should be allowed to both Julia and myself if either there was should marry. Uh-huh. But tell me it did Dr. Roylet continue to practice after you're 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. But 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.

2:02He's ended by the coming dirtfully feared in the village. He has no friends at all, but the wandering bands of gypsies he allows the camp in his clowns. He's a collective, strange animals. He has an Indian cheater and a baboon which wandered freely over the estate and is feared by the villagers 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 in his mind head. And all 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 to her mother? No, he didn't appear to. The circumstances of your sister's death.

3:04These people have decided they have the details. It's easy to be so full. Every event of that gutful time is feared into my memory. As I said, the manor house is very old and only one wing is now used. The bedrooms 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. Reuler, my stepfather, said, garner is room early, but 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 chatting about her coming wedding. Well, Helena, how are you getting back to bed? He must be asleep by now. My way, have you ever heard of strange whistle in the dead of night? A whistle? No, why? There's a lot of you nights.

4:04About three in the morning, I've been wakened by a low clear whistle. I haven't heard it, but I stayed more hesitant than you do. And it's of no consequence. For night. I couldn't sleep that night. I'd locked my door after Julia left. You heard her, locked her as too. We always locked our doors for fear of the cheetah and the baboon that were left out every night in the ground. I remembered it was a wild night. But when he was hardly outside and the rain didn't get through him. I had a terrible premonition of evil. And suddenly, through the storm. I knew it was my sister who screamed. I spied for my bed, got to shore, and then rushed into the corridor. As I opened my door, I heard a distant whistle.

5:05A whistle and a clanging sound is if a massive metal had fallen somewhere. As I ran towards it, my sister's doors are not as slowly swung open. The night of the land I saw her standing there, her face bounced with cheetah. Her hands grew up in the help of her whole figure swing, too, so. 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's turn as death was carefully investigated by the local coroner. The doctor, while it's conduct, had been notorious in the country, and fire play was suspected. But no satisfactory explanation of the tragedy was ever found.

6:06The doctor had been asleep in his room, the screamer had awakened him. Julia's room had been locked on the inside. The windows heavily shutted. The chimney was barred by iron staples. It was certain that Julia's turner 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 shared cat or a nervous shock. So what it was that frightened her, it cannot imagine. Were any gypsies camping in the plantation at the time? Yes, they didn't really always come 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 heads.

7:07These are very deep waters, Mr. Napier's dorm. Two years apart from them, until lately my life has been lonely of an epic. A month ago, however, I became engaged to the night to a Mr. Armitage, a neighbor I was and a thirty-year friend. I said my stepfather might offer a jet-cheese, but he's made no difficulties, and we had to be mad at later this spring. Yeah? Two days ago, some repair started in the West Wing, so that I'd had to move out of my own room into the room next door, the room in the practice to die. Last night, I lay awake thinking of her terrible fate. I suddenly heard the signs of the night that same loveless. The room was locked, and there appeared to be nothing wrong

8:08when she sprang out of bed and lit her lamp, and then still had been too terrified to go back to bed. As soon as it was light, she brought an early morning creed into London that comes straight round to ask the advice of Sherlock Holmes. You were done very widely. So are you sure you told me everything? Yes, everything. I think you are still shelling your stepfather, Mr. Armitage, and at the mark of his grip there on your wrist. He's a hard man. That's your heart, he knows his own 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 now, at night he was coming to London for the day, there should be no one to disturb you. Excellent, and 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.

9:10And you may expect us, early this afternoon, Mr. Turner, goodbye for the present. We discussed many possible theories after Mr. Turner had left. We were in the midst of our deliberations when we received another visitor. Which of you is Holmes? My name is Er, but you have the advantage of me. I am Dr. Grimes, the Royal Lipt, Stokemore and... My stepfather's been here. What have you been saying to you? It is a little cold at the time of the year, I'm not sure she's been saying to you. I've heard that the curkest is promised very well. No, you'll put me off to you. I know Mr. Turner has been to see you. But don't you dare meddle in my affairs. I am a dangerous man to fall for love. See that you're kicked as I'm out of my grip. Oh, like this, poker! I'll...

10:10Spinscher! A manable person, bending up poker almost double you observe. 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 dear Watson, this little incident gives a new zest to our investigations. We shall certainly see what we can find that's so warm. This afternoon. Good afternoon Mr. Turner, 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 your journey. The building was a great,

11:10and making blocks stone, with a high central portion and two curving wings, like the pearls of a crab thrown 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 curving up from the chinors showed that part of the west wing in which the sanitary resided. So the scaffolding had been erected against the end wall, and the stonework had been broken into it, but there were no work on about. Home, the desire on the outside of the free bedroom windows is a close Mr. Tindley. This I take you belong to the Roman Matullius to sleep. The center one is your sister's room, and the one next to the main building is Dr. Roller. Yes, but I'm sleeping in the middle one, of course. Fending the alterations, as I understand. By the way, it wouldn't seem to be an epic 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.

12:11Oh, 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 white wash corridor from which the feet bedroom is opened. The building's first and once into the room in which villains' corner was now sleeping in the middle one of the three, the bedroom from which her sister admitted death. It was a homey little room, played in a furnace. Homey's eyes, travel around and around, up and down, taking in every detail. What does that better communicate with? The housekeeper's room. It looks newer than the other thing. It was put in a couple of years ago just before my sister's death. I can't think why as she certainly never used it indeed. It's such a nice long bell pool, but it can be made actually. The castle hangs down to the very top. Let me see.

13:12Why, it's a dummy. Won't it ring? No. I'll give you the text to a wire. You can see it. It's passing to a folk up there. It's about the middle opening of the guns in later. Okay, it's a third. I need an other tip to fall. Very straight. A lot more of a bill that would open the ventilator into the next room, when you might have made it through the outer walls of the fresh air. That's also quite modern. It was done about the same time as the bill looked. There were several little changes, carried out about that time. Shocked clear before your sister's death. Why, yes? It moved into the bedroom next door, the room of Dr. Ryder. It was larger than his stepdaughter, but just as played in a furnace. A tent bed, an armchair, a plain wooden chair against the wall, a round table, and a large iron safe for the principal things which knit their eye. Once again, Hove's examines them all with the choosing crystal. In one corner of the bed,

14:13he found a small dog leg. Noted. So, it's to make a loop of the brick core. Hmm, this is interesting. What do you make of that, Watson? Uh, it's common enough. Lash. Now don't see why it should be tied into a loop in the plot quite so common, is it? Mr. Merr, what was your stepdaughter keep in the safe, yeah? His Disney pictures. Oh, you've seen inside it then. Only one, sunny years ago, it was full of paper things. It wasn't a cat in it by any chance. No, this change, I do. Well, then why the saucer of milk standing on the top of it? No, we don't keep a cat. But if I told you that the tea turned to the moon. Oh, yes, it's a cold. Well, the tea turned is just a big cat. And yet the saucer of milk doesn't go very far to satisfy it, I guess so. Yeah, no, just one more point. Let me examine this wooden child. Hmm, very interesting.

15:13And now Mr. Nile, I want to do this carefully and follow my advice and introduce the spectra. I assure you that I need your hands to help. Your life may depend on it. It's too serious for any hesitation. In the first place then, Dr. Watson and I must spend the night here in your room. That's part of the guest door, oh. No, that makes a clear idea what's in it. You must stand in the pitada yall room on the tent of the headache when your stepfather comes back. When you hear him retire for the night into this next door room, you must open the shutters of your window and do the house and lamp there of his signal to us. You shall see if none of that in the village. Then go back in the old room, despite the repairs of the study of private dwellable 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 a distraction.

16:16Sherlock Holmes and I had new difficulty in engaging in rooms of the village even from which we could command the view of the Inhibitive Wind of Stoke Modern Manor House. At dusk, we saw Dr. Grimes Bay, driver to dry pass, lashing his horse. The trek turned into the manor drive. In the few moments, we saw a sudden light spring up among the trees as the lamp was lit in one of the sitting rooms. You know what my puntscruples 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 to this from all of you. I imagine that you saw all I did. I saw nothing remarkable, said the battle-willed. But what you saw was ventilator too. Yes. I think very unusual about that.

17:17There is a desecurious coincidence in dates. A ventilator is made, a cord is hanging, and a lady who sleeps in the bed below died. 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 door up, homes. As soon as she didn't, they watched your driving. They're only adjusting time to prevent some subtle and horrible clients. Yes, what's amazing, we shall have horrors enough before the night is over. About nine o'clock, the light among the trees was extinguished and all was 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 single. It comes from a little window. Come on. Go!

18:18The little difficulty 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 a crumb of the model bushes, they had darted what seemed to be a serious and disported child. It switched so on the grass with a driving limb and then went 50 into the darkness. I have, do you see at home here? Yes, a nice house, though. That was the baboon. Quick, quick, in through the windows before they did it by the Cheetahs. The silent, the crime inside, closing the shutters, and moving the lamp onto the table. Ooms cast his eyes around the room, or were all wards, and we had seen it that afternoon. We've been sick of outer light. You can see it through the ventilator. Yes, don't fall asleep. Your very life may depend upon it. And your distal ready in case it should be. I took out my revolver and I laid it on the corner of the table.

19:19Ooms, a boat along the thin cable, which he laid on the bed beside him. Next to it, he placed a box of matches in the candle. Then he turned out the lamp, and we were left in outer darkness. How shall I ever forget that dreadful video? From outside, came 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 that liberty. 12 o'clock stuck. 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3. And still we set our weight of sun and death. For what it might be for. And this, though the good and good beginning of light and the ventilator, is very steamy today. Very? A thin or a thin oil, and we could make up.

20:20Some of them in the next room. And this has dark lamp. I've had a gentle sound of movement. Then, half an hour, I was slightly again. One point, I had another sound. A very gentle, steamy sound, like that of a soul-differed steam, is skinking from a candle. You see it, what? You see it? Swiping a match, pulled a grip from a bed, was laughing. She had a very thin head, that's a bell pole. And that's glad I had a low, clear, sickle-battle. In the room, I could still not see what's holding to the tanky. So thank you, all I could read out the hotter I'm going to move on this tail and ground face. That's clean. It's on the throttle. What's in it? It seems like something in the doorway,

21:20but it's a cup of wine coming me in, Dr. Wynneoff room. He's Dr. Wynneoff room. He was a strange and petal-cicol-meta-eye. On the tables, to the dark lanterns, with a shut-a-hop open, throwing a brilliant beam of light upon the iron safe, the door of which was a guard. Besides his table, that stops the brine's bear while it has an along-greping down. His team was cocked upward in his eyes while fixed in a dreadful, rigid stare at the pole of receiving. About his brow, he had a peculiar yellow gem with a brownish tickle, which seemed to be bound tightly round his head. Then walked the tickle dam. The tickle damed round the head of the dead man with a snake, a giggly slipper India, and fatter, a fumbatter. And Dr. Wynneoff was a dyed tinklet

22:23on the hot of that slipper bit. His hair's violence doesn't cause a toilet on the violin. And the steamer falls into the tickles and takes for another. There is just this creature that is with them. It is stoke, plain blue, the dark fit, swiftness on the dead man's lap. And throwing an off-age look round the red tiles next, through its stomach-horried perch, and slowly sink up your arms safe. From now on, my dear fellow, we can remove this stone at a sometimes of shelter and let the country police know what was happening. That is how I wore me the greatest suit I wore. So, I'm pretty good enough to forget. I have come to an entirely of learnings to prove them, which turns my dear Watson to be a dangerous overuse for these of these sufficient data. So, in terms of the gifts of these,

23:24the use of the word dam, that's what our dear Julia obviously has built for snake if she's stuck in match. Well, David sufficient to put me on an entirely wrong scent. I only corrected my mistake, and I saw how impossible it was for me to be a woman, either by the door or the window. So, that will go for ventilator and the plant's dead day to day rise up the system, but the looks of there as it brings you for something passing through the hole and coming down to day. The idea of the snake is to be a company for as you know, a little about to have a known supply of strange pets from India. And the whistle and the clam to the whistle was the doctor's signal to recall the snake. The thought of mourning life could reveal it as a victim after all, once it would come down to day. And the failure of it, is my whole might most of the human victims, but two lower letters of the doctor used the word. I have come to these conclusions before I enter these rooms. You seem to deduce something,

24:25even the working chair, of course. You have to stand on that three-conditentiator. The author of looked at a loop of the code the iron space, what enough of the spell in it out to might have remained. And the character I suppose was the doctor stuck in the snake in the face again. Exactly. I'm not the window shutter being replaced as it's first I had supposed to. A blow to my cane, of course, builds the group back to the mental state, and allows this template, as they divide the first person at all. So in a way, I'm as responsible for Dr. Roy Loth-Diff. But I cannot say that it's the practice of the way that it happened in my conscience. A draw up your chair for the fire, my best fellow, and do some good to serve him near my violin. The only problem we have to solve, now my dear Watson, is how to wild away these other tuning techniques. The adventures of Sherlock Holmes, based on the original stories of Sir Arthur Coleman Doyle, have been gone at times in you,

25:26with original music composed by City Talk. Sir Ralph Richardson, raised a part of Dr. Watson, and Sir John Gilgurth, died of Sherlock Holmes. A program was produced by Harry Ellen Goer.