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But who do you expect long for the subversive?
Why the man in the brown coat?
Our flooded friend with the square toes.
If he doesn't come himself, he'll send us an accomplice.
Wouldn't he consider it too dangerous?
Not at all.
If my view of the case is correct, and I had any reason to believe that it is,
this man would rather risk anything than lose the reign.
According to my notion, he dropped his file
two-ping over Trevor's body and didn't miss it at the time.
After leaving the house, he discovered his last and hurried back
but found the police already in possession
hurrying to his own folly and leaving the candle burning.
He had to pretend to be drunk in order to lay the suspicions
which might have been aroused by his appearance of the gate.
Oh, see.
Now, put yourself in that man's place.
On thinking the matter over, it must have occurred to him
that it was possible that he had lost the reign in the road
after leaving the house.
What would he do then?
He would eagerly look out for the evening papers
and the hope of seeing it among the articles found.
He died, of course, but light upon this.
He'd be overjoyed.
Why should he fear a trap?
There'd be no reason in his eyes
why the finding of a ring should be connected to the murder.
No.
He would come.
He will come.
You shall see him within the hour.
And then?
Oh, you can leave me to deal with him then.
And by the way, have you any firearms?
No, I'm my own service revolver and a few cartridges.
You'd better clear this and load it.
He'll be a desperate man.
And though I shall take him on a warehouse,
it's as well to be ready for everything.
So, well, then, I'll do it as soon as we have to not.
Well, your fiscal season on the worst for lying idle.
The plot thickens, what's new?
I just had an answer to the telegram I sent to America
after we left Lodistan Gardens.
My view of the case is the correct one.
Marius?
Oh, my fiddle, but there's a better for new strings.
Put your pistol in your pocket.
The fellow comes.
Speak to him in an ordinary way.
Leave the rest to me.
Don't frighten him by looking at him too hard.
He'll probably be here in a few minutes.
Now, open the door slightly.
Oh, well.
That will do.
Now, put the key on the inside.
Here comes our man, I think, quickly with the key.
All right, please go.
No, listen.
Cool.
Who's that?
Eagle's got mad.
Kevin's in my dreams door.
All right.
No, sir.
Stand on the way.
Well, I put this all his way.
Put this set on.
Can't be back.
Yeah.
The fuck?
Cool.
Oh, my God.
I can't stay here any longer.
Oh, my God.
I can't stay here any longer.
I can't stay any longer.
Each fresh turn of events posed a new problem in the adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
I'm Watson, Dr. Watson.
And I've already told you how Holmes and I met.
And became involved in our first case together, the study in Scarlett.
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And I'll tell you what happened next.
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A study in Scotland, my friend Mr. Scholar comes and describes our investigation into the murder of the American inocular driver in an empty house near the Bixon Road.
That near my mind kept returning to the scarlet of that blood in which some unknown finger had dipped to write on a wall above the dead man, the one word or rock, the German for a bend.
A bend is for what? And by whom?
So I mute, as I cleaned my own service revolver, and waited with herms for the arrival of a clement to the woman's wedding ring, which had been found from the other body.
Put your pistol in your pocket.
So the fellow comes, picks him in an ordinary way, leave the rest to me, don't frighten him by looking at him too hard.
He'll probably be here in a few minutes, now open the door slightly.
Therefore do. Now put the key on the inside.
Here comes our men, I think, mighty with the key.
All right, we got it.
No, listen.
What do you do?
I don't have to look here.
It's really just funny.
All right.
Yes, I could wonder.
Sir, this is brought me a good gentleman here in the paper.
A gold wedding ring in the Brixton route.
It belongs to Margell Sally, as was married only this time, 12 months, through which a husband is sure to board a union bout.
And what he'd say if he'd come home and fander without her ring is more than I can think,
if he'd been short enough at the best of times, but more especially when he has a drink.
If it please you, she went to the circus now, not along with it.
Is that her ring?
Oh, the Lord be sent.
The Sally will be a clad woman this night.
And what may your address be?
It's seen Duncan Street and Stitch.
There's a way away from there.
The Brixton road doesn't fly between any circus and found it.
The gentleman asked me for my address.
Sally lives in lodging, so three might be in place pickle.
And your name is...
My name is Sawyer.
Sawyer?
Oh, which Tom Dennis married in a smart clean lad too?
As long as he'd say it.
And no steward in the company more thought of.
But when I'll show her what with the women in liquor shops?
Give it to her.
Here's your ring, Mrs Sawyer.
It's Kelly Blongs, your daughter.
And I'm glad to be able to restore it to the white flanner.
If he could have come home and stand in with her,
I don't know what he must have done.
Thank you, good gentlemen.
Oh, I thought Sally was supposed to say it.
Good night to you, Mrs Sawyer.
Good night to you, Mrs Sawyer.
I follow her.
She must be in the company.
She lead me to it.
Wait up for me, what?
I wouldn't ever cut her.
Yard has known it for the world, Watson.
They've never let me hear the end of it.
What is it?
How have you been?
It's just gone midnight.
Oh, I don't mind telling a story against myself.
That creature had gone a little way when she hailed a four-wheeler,
which was passing.
Drive the 13-dunk constreet ham stitch.
This begins to look genuine, I thought.
And having seen her safely inside, I pushed myself behind her.
Oh, that's an art which every detective should be an expert at.
Well, away we rattled and never drew rain until we reached the street in question.
I hopped off before we came to the dawn,
strolled down the street in an easy, lunging way.
I saw the cat pull up.
The driver jumped down, and I saw him open the dawn,
standing expectedly.
Nothing came out.
When I reached him, he was gripping about frantically in the empty cabin,
giving them to the finest of softy collection of odes that I ever listened to.
There was no sign of trace of his passenger,
and I tell you to be sometime before he gets his fare.
I'm inquiring at number 13,
with one of the no one of the name either Sawyer or Dennis had ever been heard of there.
But you don't mean to say that that touching feeble old woman
was able to get out of the cab while it was in motion,
without either you or the driver's seat.
Old woman did damn we were here with me to be so taken in.
Must've been a young man, and an active one, too,
besides being an incomparable actor.
The get-up was inimitable.
He saw that he was followed in the dark,
and used this means of giving him a slip.
It shows that the man thereafter is not as lonely as I imagined he was,
but has friends who are ready to risk something for him.
No doctor, you're looking so much more.
As you say, it's gone midnight.
Take my advice and turn it.
Yes, I think it will.
You're turning into...
Oh, not yet aware of it here.
Oh, nice.
There's a strange problem still to unravel.
A very strange problem.
That ends the table, does that mean full of it today?
The Brixton mystery, they're calling it?
Well, and that's it, my dear Watson.
Played personally up while I demolished this forte.
Very well.
The deceased was an American gentleman
who had been residing for some weeks in the Metropolis.
He had stayed at the boarding house in Madame Chaaponte
and took the terrorist camp well.
He was accompanied in his travels by his private secretary,
Mr. Joseph Stangerson.
The two better due to their landlady von Tewes
and the fourth instant, the pocket-used instant station
with the avowed intention of catching the Liverpool Express.
They were afterwards seen together upon the platform.
Not anymore as no to them until Mr. Dubber's body
was as recorded, discovered in an empty house
in the Brixton road, many miles from Houston.
We're glad to learn that Mr. Lestrade and Mr. Griggs
and the Tottendale are both engaged upon the kids.
And it is confident that they anticipated
that these well-known officers will speedily
throw a light upon the matter.
I told you that whatever happened
to the Straden Griggs will be sure to score.
I had to think of her term, right?
Sure, bless her, it doesn't matter in the least.
If the man is quoted or be on the count of their exertions,
if he escapes, it will be in spite of their exertions.
It tells I will and tells you, Ruth.
What's on earth is there?
It's the Baker Street Division of the Detective Police Force.
So, what?
Then, shut.
Come along, I'll get into the line quickly.
In future, you will send up Wiggins alone
to report on the rest of you Mr. Wiggins' speech.
Now, have you found it, Wiggins?
No, sir, we ain't.
I hardly expected you would.
You must keep on until you do, though.
Well, here are your wages.
Now, I'll see you go and come back
to the bedroom report next time.
Yes, sir. Come on, all of you.
Come on, march.
What?
There's more work that they got out of one of those little beggars
than out of a dozen of the force.
Are you employing them on this mixing case, then?
Yes.
There's a point which I wish to ascertain.
It's really a matter of time.
Oh, Inspector Gregson, come in.
Mr. Holmes congratulate me.
I mean, the whole thing is clear this day.
You mean that you were on the right track?
The right track?
Well, we have the man under lock and key.
And his name is?
Auto shop, one dear sub lieutenant in our measures is Navy.
Well, let's take a seat and...
Let's try one of these for guards.
Well, anxious to know how you managed it.
The fun of it is the dead fool of Stradew,
things himself so smart,
has gone off and put him on the wrong track altogether.
He's off to the secretary, Stangerson,
who had no more to do with the crime than the babe unborn.
And how did you get your two bricks?
You remember the act besides the dead man?
Yes.
A John Underwood in town,
129 Campbellwell Road.
Oh, I know either you did it, is that?
Well, I went to Underwood and asked him if he'd sold a hat
of that size and description.
He looked over his books and came on it at once.
He had said I had to Mr. Drever,
residing in shoppontier's boarding establishment,
Torkey Terrace.
That's how I got it his address.
Smart.
Very smart.
A next call upon Madam Shoppontier,
I found out very pale in the strict,
the door that was in the room too
and uncommonly fine girls, he is on my head.
Before I even studied the question
And I felt that these people knew something about Madam.
Have you heard of the mysterious death of your late borner, Mr. Enoch,
James Drever of Cleveland?
Oh, now the door is empty,
yes, sir, we have the door.
And what a clock did Mr. Grebel leave your house to the tray.
He said that he's really missing something.
He said there were two things.
One of 915 and one of 11 he was to catch the first.
And that was the last you saw it in?
Madam, I asked whether it was the last you saw it in.
Yes.
It was.
A mother.
A mother-in-law.
Good. Can you have a comma for a sword?
Well, we did see Mr. Grebel again, sir.
All right. If you could imagine your brother Arthur would rather respect the truth.
You would best tell me all about it.
All confidence is a worse than nothing.
Besides, you, uh, you don't know how much we know already.
Well, your head be a dentist.
Oh!
What happened?
You better leave us again.
He can't solve this.
Now, sir, I had no intention of telling you all this.
But since my poor daughter discouraged it, I have no alternative.
I mean, once decided to speak, I will tell you all,
without a meeting any particular.
It's your wisest course, Madam.
Mr. Deber had been with us nearly three weeks.
He and his secretary, Mr. Stangler,
have been traveling all the continent.
Yes.
Mr. Stangler, he was a choir.
It's reserved, Madam.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I started to say it was far out of sight.
He was, of course, in his habits and brought him to this place.
Oh, so?
But the very nice of his arrival, he became very much the worst for Grebel.
Because indeed, after 12 o'clock in the daytime, he could hardly ever be said to be sober.
If mannered was the name, sir, he was disgustingly free and familiar and worst of all.
He assumed the same attitude towards my daughter,
and spoke to her more than once in a way,
which, possibly, she is too innocent to understand.
But, on one occasion, he actually seized her in his arms and embraced her all.
His own secretary is approached and frightened.
But why did you stand all this?
I suppose you can get rid of your borders when you wish.
Would, to God, I'd given him notice on the very day he came.
But it was a sore temptation.
They were paying a pound a day each,
and this is the slack season that I am a widow,
and my boy in the Navy has cost me much.
I had this for the best.
This last is too much, however,
and I gave him notice to leave on account of it.
I see.
Oh, my heart drew lightest.
I saw him drive away.
My son is on leave just now,
but I did not tell him anything of all this,
his temper, his violence, and his passionately fond of his sister.
But when I closed the door behind him,
a load seemed to be making for my mind.
Ah, last, in less than an hour,
there was a ring at the bell,
and I learned that Mr. Devah had returned.
He was the worst with drink.
He forced his way into the room,
where I was sitting with my daughter,
made some mink of serum to mark
about having missed his claim.
He then turned to Alice,
and before my very face proposed to her
that she should fly with him.
You are a bitch.
He said, and there's no Lord to stop you.
I have money and enough to stay.
And never mind these old girls here,
but come along with me now straight away.
You shall live like a princess.
Well, go on.
Well, poor Alice was so frightened
which she shrank away from him,
but he caught her by the wrist.
Well, I screamed,
and at that moment my son after came into the room.
Well, what happened then?
I do not know.
I heard all the sounds,
confused sounds of the scuffles.
I was too careful to raise my head,
and when I did look up,
I saw Arthur standing in the doorway,
laughing with a sticky hand.
I don't think that fine fellow
would trouble us again.
He said, I will just go after him
and see what he does with himself.
And with those words,
he took his hat and started off down the street.
The next morning,
we heard of Mr. Grever's mysterious death.
Let him show up on here.
At what hour did your son return?
I do not know.
He has a lecture and he let himself in.
After you went to bed?
Yes.
When did you get to bed?
About 11.
So your son was gone at least two hours?
Yes.
Possibly four or five?
Yes.
What was he doing during that time?
I do not know sir.
I do not know.
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Nothing more to be done.
I found out where Lieutenant Sir Pontier was
and arrested him.
When I touched him on the shoulder
and mourned him to come quietly with us,
he answered us as a boldest bross.
I suppose you are arresting me
for being concerned
in the death of that scoundrel driver,
which is nothing grim about it.
So there is a looting career
who had a most suspicious aspect.
That is.
He is still carrying the heavy stick
with the mother described as having with him
when he followed driver.
And what's your theory then, Inspector Grayson?
Well, Mr. Holmes.
My theory is that he followed driver
as far as the Brickston Road.
When there are some occasions
arose between them and him
the course of which driver received a blow
from the stick in the pit of the stomach
which killed him without leaving any mark.
The night was so wet that no one was about.
Sir Pontier grabbed the body
of his victim into the empty house.
As to the candle and the blood
and the writing of the wall and the ring,
they may all have been so many tricks
for further police under the wrong scent.
Well done.
Really, Grayson, you are getting among.
We shall make something of you yet.
Well, I have flatter myself
that I have managed to drive them neatly.
The young man volunteered a statement
in which he said that after following driver
for some time, the latter perceived him
and took a cab in order to get away from him.
On his way home, Sir Pontier met an old shipmate
and took along war with him.
Well, being asked where this old shipmate lived,
he was unable to give any satisfactory reply.
Yes, I think the whole case fits together
uncommonly well.
What amuses me as the thinkable Australian
who had started over from the wrong scent.
I've really won't make much of it.
Well, it's my joke.
Here's the very man himself.
Come in, Inspector LeStray.
Oh, so you're here, Grayson.
I suppose LeStray, you come to consult Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
I'll give him what move to make next day.
Well, I don't mind admittedness
as a most extraordinary case,
most incomprehensible affair.
Ah, you find it so.
Well, I thought you'd come to that conclusion.
Have you managed to land the sacred dream
with Mr. Joseph Stangerson?
I've just come from Stangerson's room.
We've been hearing Grayson's view of the matter.
Would you mind letting us know what you've done this day?
No, Mr. Holmes. No, Jackson's at all.
I've really confessed that I was of the opinion
that Stangerson was concerned in the death of Dreader
was a fresh development to show me
that I was completely mistaken.
Well, well.
I fancy we'd better take the event in their sequence.
Very well.
Full of the one idea, I sent myself to discover
what had become of the Secretary.
Ian Dreader had been seen together at Houston Station
about our past eight on the evening of the third.
At two in the morning of the fourth,
Dreader had been found murdered in the house of Winston Road.
Now, the question which confronted me was to find out
how Stangerson had been employed
between eight thirty in the time of a crime
and what had become of him afterwards.
I'd tell you, after the report,
giving a description of the matter and warning
on the people watching from the American folks.
I then sent to work calling for all the hotels
and lodgings in the vicinity of Houston.
You see, I argue that if cleverness companions
had become separated by the evening,
a natural course of Stangerson would be to put up
somewhere in the vicinity for a night,
then to hang about the station again next morning
to look out for his employer.
They'd delighted to agree on some meeting that before him.
Yes, sir.
I spent all of yesterday evening
making inquiries entirely without a veil.
This morning, I began brilliantly at the eight o'clock
I reached out of these hotel in Little George.
Good morning, sir.
Can I help you?
Yes, I'd like to know whether Mr. Stangerson is living here.
Hello, sir.
And later.
And no, Dad, you're the gentleman he was expecting.
He's been waiting here for a gentleman for two days.
Yes, sir. Where does he now?
He upstairs in bed.
He wished to be called at nine.
Hello, I'd like to see if it wasn't.
Yes, sir. The boots will take you.
A boot?
Yes.
I'm warning, sir.
I thank this gentleman up to Mr. Stangerson's room.
Yes, would you follow me, sir?
This is your room.
This is just along here.
Thank you very much.
Thank you, sir.
Oh, cool.
Who's that?
He looks not mad.
He's coming from Hungary's door.
Right?
No, sir.
I'm telling the way.
Well, I put this all in with.
Let's sit on it.
Get back.
Come on.
I can't stay here any longer.
Thank you, sir.
It's been a step to the art.
Jade for some time.
He played profusely.
Now comes the strangest part of the affair, Mr. Holmes.
What do you suppose was on the wall?
The word of Raja, let me let her the blood.
But that wasn't.
All right.
Get on with the details of the strange.
Well, the murder was seen.
A new boy happened to walk down the lane at the back of the hotel.
He noticed that the ladder, which usually lay there,
was raised against one of the windows in the second floor,
which was wide open.
He looked back and saw a man descend the ladder.
He came down so openly that the ladder
measured him to be some carpenter or joiner at work.
Took my notice beyond thinking it was earlier,
for anyone like that to be at work.
And he had an impression that the man was tall,
had a reddish face and was dressed in a long brownish coat.
Did you find anything in the room
which could finish a few to the murderer?
Nothing.
Stank us on our 80 odd pounds in his pocket.
Whatever the motive for these two crimes,
it certainly wasn't robbery.
There were no papers in the pockets except the telegram.
They did from Cleveland about a month ago
and taking the words J.H. is in Europe.
There was no senders name.
And there was nothing else.
Nothing of any importance.
Despite what on the chair beside the bed,
with a glass of water on the table,
and on the windowsill,
a small chip-opened box containing a couple of pills.
What?
At last.
What's that?
The last link.
My case is complete.
Oh, just what do you mean, Mr. Holmes?
I have now in my hand all the friends
which are formed such a tango.
There are, of course, details they filled in,
but I'm a certain of all the main facts.
From the time that Trevor passed it
from Stangerson at the station
after the discovery of Stangerson's body,
as if I'd seen them with my own eyes.
I'll give you proof of my knowledge.
Could you lay your hand upon those pills, Mr. Holmes?
Yes, I've been here.
Look, that's any importance to them, though.
Let me see them.
Doctor.
Hmm?
Those ordinary pills.
Hmm?
No, they're certainly not.
Early grey colours, small round,
and the almost transparent against the light.
When they're lightness and transparentness,
they're solubling water precisely.
Now, would you mind going down
and fetching that poor little devil of a terrier,
which has been bad so long,
in which the landlady wanted you to put out of its pain yesterday?
Oh, yes, you will.
What are you going to do, Mr. Holmes?
I will not cut one of these pills in two.
One half, we return into the box for future purposes.
The other half, I will place in this wine glass.
If you'd be kind enough to pass me the carats,
let's stay there.
Here you are.
Thank you.
Now, then I pour into the glass of teaspoonful of water.
You perceive that I've said the doctor is right.
The pill readily dissolves.
I shall now add a little milk to make the mixture palatable.
Here he used for a chef.
Moon past is a loaded span.
I'm afraid.
Put him down on the cushion while I transfer this mixture to a sauce.
Now, pour a wine.
Here's a little drink for you.
Well, it can't be a coincidence.
The very pills which I suspected in the case of Greva
are actually found after the death of Stanglis and then
and yet they're inert.
What can it mean?
Surely my whole chain of reasoning can't have been forced.
No, it's impossible.
And yet this wretched dog is none the worse.
Well, if you asked me.
Oh, I have it.
Where's that other pill?
Yeah, well.
Cut it in two for me.
Well, I get more milk and water ready.
No.
Here it goes.
You mean you're going to try again?
Perfect.
No, but I am not sure.
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