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What the hell is that? What the hell is that? Oh, Jesus. The madre of enough grabber and judge the stangler. Oh, Jesus. They were always surprises in the adventures of Sherlock Holmes. My name is Watson. Doctor Watson. And this was the first case I was privileged to share with him. I told you how he began, how he developed, and here I will tell you how Sherlock Holmes found the solution to his study in Scotland. Just a moment to arrange my notes. Martin Eek, Tanzania Dubrovnik, wherever your vacation plans take you this summer, Barclays Bank International has a special going away precedent to make your travels completely free of money worries. Barclays Travelers Checks. Barclays Travelers Checks are the closest thing yet to an international common currency,
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Inspector Gregson, a Scott and Yard, have been crying over his colleague, Lestrade. While he, Gregson, had acted so decisively in a resting young out there, shop on TA for the murder of Ynauff-Java, Lestrade with a mere duty of questioning Staxon, the dead man's secretary, had returned to 21B, back asleep with failure, rick knoll over his face. But then Holmes and I had been in the astonishedest Gregson, to hear that he had found Stangerson murdered too. The Strade had brought a box containing two purled, which he had found near the body. Explaning the last his case was completed, Holmes wasted no time in feeding one of the poor aging dog, which our land lay there at us, as that morning they have destroyed. To his name, the effect was new. With his whole case hanging upon the continent, Holmes proceeded to grind the only remaining
hill into the milk, and watch anxiously as the dog drank. Poor chair, he works. I should have had more faith. Of the two pills in that box, one was of the most deadly poison of the other was entirely harmless. I also had known that before, as I saw the box at all. Holmes, if I may say so, any delay in arresting the murderer might give him time to perpetrate some fresh of tross of them. There have been no more murders. You must be a finder of the name of the murderer. I do. The mere knowing of his name is a small thing higher, but compared to the powers laying our hands upon him, this I expect the dish ought to do. But how? I have good hopes of managing it through my own arrangement, but it's something which needs delicate handling.
We have a shrewd and desperate man to deal with. A present I'm ready to promise that the instant I can communicate with you without endangering my own arrangement, I shall do so. Well, I don't know about that. What do you? Sir, please sir. We're first. Yes, begin. I've got the cap downstairs, sir. Good boy. Let's say, Gregson, why didn't you introduce this pattern of handcuffs and scottons the art? Did he help beautifully, the springwear? The cadman may have helped me with my boxes, just ask him to step up again. Yes, sir. Holmes, you never said anything about sitting out on a journey. No, I did, boss. I have, I must just get this small port net already. What is this, Mr. Hoke? I really think you would have told me that the US has so loved these handles that's quite pretty difficult. You'll let me help you. No, the cadman can do it. Ah, there you are, my good man. Yes, sir, man.
Just give me a hand with this buckle if you please. Oh, answer. What? What the hell is this? No, who are you? Oh, you're a bad old man. Oh, you're a sicko. Gentlemen, let the infant use you to Mr. Jefferson's hope, the murderer of Enoch Greber, and chose his stanker. Oh, good you. We have his cab to prepare to take him to Stuffen Yar. Jefferson, hope. I arrest you in the queen's name for the murder of Enoch Greber and Joseph Stankerson. And I'm as caution you that anything you say will be taken down and maybe put in evidence. I've got a good deal to say. Your doctor, aren't you? Yes, him. And put your hand here on my chest. Well, as you wish. Well... Wait, he's mad, hasn't he? Or did he get an use? Yes, that's what they call it. I went to a doctor last week about it, and he told me if it's bound to burst before many days of past.
It's been getting worse for years. Dr. Watson. Yes, Inspector? You consider there is immediate danger? Most certainly there is. In their case, it's clearly our duty and the interest of justice to take his statement. We'll be righted down to his business in Australia. I have cautioned you, and you ought to be liberty to give your account, which this officer will take down. I understand. I'll sit down with you, leave. By all means. Thank you. This aneurysm of mine makes me easily tired, and that puzzle we had just now hasn't amended matters. I am on the brink of the grave, and I'm not likely to lie to you, gentlemen. Right. Come on, Vityk. Vowsy then. It doesn't much matter to you why I hated those two men. It's enough that they were guilty of the death of two human beings, a father and a daughter, but they had therefore forfeited their own lives. That girl was who married me in America twenty years ago.
She was forced into marrying that same driver and broke her heart over it. I took the marriage ring from her dead finger, and I vowed that his dying eyes should rest upon that very ring, and that his last thought should be of the crime for which he was punished. I carried it about with me and followed him and his accomplice over two continents until I caught him. I died tomorrow, as it's likely enough. I died knowing that my work in this world is done. When I got to London, my pocket was about empty, and I found that I must turn my hand to something for my living, driving and riding, or as natural to me, is walking. So I applied at a cab on his office, assumed I'd won. It was some time before I found out where my two children were living. They were at a boarding house at Kemberwell, over on the other side of the living room. I'd grown my beard, and there was no chance of their recognition.
Go where they would, about London. I was always at their heels. At last, one evening, I was driving up and down Torquy Terrace, when I saw a cab draw out of their door. Pleasantly, some luggage was brought out, and after a time, rubber and stangerson followed it and drove off. I whipped up my horse and kept it inside of me, feeling very ill at ease, but I feared that they were going to ship their borders. At Houston station, they got out, and I left the boy to hold my horse and followed them on for platform. They got nearer and up to here, when they were safe. But I tell you, there isn't another Liverpool train for hours. Oh, who cares? I care! But soon we're on the train to Liverpool, and getting out of here, my happy-round beat. Well, stangerson would just have to wait, won't we? Now, come to think of it, I have a little business on my own to do.
If you just hang around here someplace, I'll go off and I'll join you later. If you go, I'm going with you. You see this little matters kind of delicate you'd be in the way. Is that so? Well, either I go with you or we both stay here. You can take it or leave it, have a good year, stangerson. It's about time you remember, you're nothing more than a paid servant around here. You're the hell you think you are trying to dictate to me. I didn't mean it that way. Oh, sounds a demeanour. Cut it out once and for all. Oh, okay then. But look, supposing you're not back in time for the train, it's the last one tonight. Oh, I'll be back here before 11. Tell you what, if I'm not, we'll meet up again at Halliday's hotel. Let's see, I guess it'll happen. A moment for which I had waited so long had come at last.
My plans were already wronged. It's a chance that some days before, a gentleman who had been looking over some empty houses off the Brixton Road had dropped a key of one of them in my carriage. How to get rid of that house was the problem. There was a handsome in front of mine and he hailed it. I followed it for miles. Until my astonishment, we found ourselves back in the terrace where he had bought it. I went on and pulled up my cab a hundred yards of soap in the house. He entered it and his handsome drove away. Well, I waited for the quarter of an hour or more. When suddenly there came a noise like people struggling inside the house. Next moment the door was hung open and two men appeared. One of them was Trevor, the other was a young chapel my never seen before. He'll be armed, not teach it or start another's gown. Set your hands off me. If you're not out of this room, in quite ten seconds, I'll make this special across here for you.
I won't be able to walk. Now get on with young. Okay, okay, I'm going. Hey, you, Gary. Yes, Grandma. Trevor, be the holiday's hotel. Then I had him fairly inside my cabin. My heart jumped so much with joy that I feared, less that this last moment, my aneurism might go wrong. I was once jammed and sweeped out of a laboratory in the States. One day, Professor was lecturing on some alkaloid, which was so powerful, that the least grain meant instant death. When they were all gone, I helped myself to a little of it. I was a fairly good dispenser, so I worked this alkaloid in a small, soluble pill.
And each pill I put in a box with a similar pill made without the poison. I determined that when I had my chance, my gentleman could each have a draw to one of those boxes while I ate the pill of the remain. From that day, I had always my pillboxes about with me. And the time had now come when I was the user. But nearer one, the wild, bleak night flowing hot. My hands were trembling, my cup was fogging with excitement. It was not a soul we see. When I looked in at the camp, we know I found river hot, old, and not a good sea. Come on there, come on wake up, wake up on sight. What was the matter? Torn to get out.
You bet there's 12 meats. Is this the hotel? Well, Caladins? Oh, come along there, sir. I'll help you. It's an infinitely dark thing. What kind of a hotel is this? No, we'll soon have a light. Just like this camp. Yeah. Now, in our dribblet, oh my. What do you mean? No. Yes, you, John. I have hunted you from Salt Lake City to take the list back and you've always escaped me. But now your wanderings have come to an end.
Well, keep, keep awake. And what do you think of poor Lucy, better here now? Punishment has been slow in coming, but it has all been taken to the last. Would you marry me? Go talk some, marry a mad dog. What mercy has you upon my poor darling when you drag her from a swat and barter and borrower away? Wasn't I curious for thee? But it was you who broke her in this and heart. Let the time go, a giant of the tourists, see this box. What is it? What are they? Just a couple of pills, two, each. There is death and one and life and the other. I shall take what you will eat. Let us see if there is justice upon you or if we are moved by chance. Who is it? The American? Don't do it. Oh yes, you will, but my wife will get fine.
No, keep away my wife. Do as I say. Do and keep it. This way, you have a bit of interest. You don't take it as it will be my life for no chance for your fault. Anyway, I'll eat. Now, I'll take the other. Yes. I did. It's a good taste. You got it. You must, you. You're listening to the adventures of Sherlock Holmes being brought to you from the BBC over WFMT in Chicago. Presented by Barclays Bank International, now offering Barclays Traveler's checks, free of commission, offering no charge, checking with a $300 minimum balance, offering you always
a friendly cup of tea. If you like, for your personal checks, a cameo of Sherlock Holmes imprinted in the top left corner. Barclays Bank International at 208 South LaSale. I turned him over with my foot and placed my hand on his heart. There was no movement. He was dead. The pulses in my temples were beaten and exiled shabbos. And I believed I would have had a fifth sunsaw. It's a blood that knocked the gush from my nose and relieved me. I remember the German being found in New York with rash, written up above him. And it was argued that the secret society is must have done it. I guess that what puzzled the New Yorkers would puzzle London it. So I dipped my finger in my own blood and printed it on the wall. And then I walked down to my camp.
I had driven some distance when I put my hand into the pocket in which I usually kept loose and screamed. The found it was not there. It was the only momentum I had on it. Thinking that I might have dropped it when I stood over the trebuchet's body, I'd go back and leaving my cab on the side street. I went boldly up to the house. Warped right into the arms of a police officer who was coming out. Prenantished to fooling by pretending to be hopelessly drunk. But I had to go away about that week. So my first river there. How about Stingett? Oh, I knew that he was staying in Halliday's hotel. Early next morning I took advantage of some ladders which were lying in the lane behind the hotel and so made my way into his room in the grey of the dawn. I woke him up and told him he was to answer for the life he had taken so long before. I gave him the same choice of poisoned pills.
He sprang from his bed and flew it to my throat. In self-defense I stabbed him to the heart. I see. You got all that into the straight? Every word? Well, is there anything you'd like to ask Mr. Holmes? There's only one point on which I should like a little more information. Who was your accomplice who came for the ring which I had to tell you? Oh, I can tell you my own secret but I don't get other people in the trouble. He had no hand in the depths of the pose to men and to nose nothing happened. I think we can accept the truth of that, Gregson. Very well, Mr. Holmes. But now, gentlemen, the forms of the law must be complied with. On Thursday the prisoner will be booked before the major strictness and your attendance will be required. And that time is to an inspector. Until then, I will be responsible for him. Come along if you please Mr. Lestrade. We may as well use his own camp. So, I'm afraid we can hardly live in drive it. You have to oblige.
What? Oh, never mind. At least I can drive a cab. Come along, hope. Let's be moving. Yeah, what? Gregson and Lestrade will be furious about his death. Well, it was better for the poor devil to die and he's still and almost scaffold. His life was hanging by a thread. I'd then say they won't see it that way. Wherever they are, the births of Span Pino. How they must have been looking forward to the trial. I must admit it would have been pretty interesting. Never mind. I wouldn't have missed the investigation for anything. There's been no better case within my recollection. Simple as it was. Improved. Well, let me see if I can make it clear. Now, this was the case in which you were given the result. And had to find everything else to yourself. I approached the house with my mind and told it free from all impressions.
I began by examining the roadway. And there, as I've already explained to you, I saw clearly the months of a cab, which, as I ascertained by enquiry, must have been there during the night. Yes, just a moment. How could you know it was a cab and not a private cab? By the narrow gauge of the wheel. The ordinary London grower is considerably less quiet than the gentleman's broom. I then walked slowly down the garden path, which hadn't been composed of a clay soil, particularly as suitable for taking impressions. There's no branch of detective science, which is so important and so much neglected as the art of tracing footsteps. I saw the head-afe footmarks of the constables, but I saw also the plaque of the two men who had first passed through the garden. It was easy to tell that they had been before the others, because in places their marks had been entirely obliterated by the others coming up on the top of them. In this way, my second link was formed, which told me that the maternal visitors were two in number. One remarkable phrase, fight, as I calculated from the length of the stride,
and the other, passionately dressed, to judge from the small, and the elegant impression left by the boots. What next? On entering the house, this last inference was confirmed. My well-booted man, ladies and gentlemen, told me the poor one, then, had done the murder if murder was. Having sniffed the dead man's lips, I did take to the slightest far smell, and I came to the conclusion that he'd been poisoned. I argued from the hate-fiddler here expressed upon his face that the poison had been forced upon him, and now came the great question as to the reason why. Robbery had not been the object of the murder for nothing was taken. Political assassins, on the other hand, were only too glad to do their work and to fly. This murder had been done most in liberty, and the perpetrator had left his tracks all over the room. And the inscription on the wall was too obvious. They were blind. No, it must have been applied it wrong, and not a political one, which called for such a mathematical revenge.
I was in time from the first to suspect that a woman was in some way connected. Ah, and finding the waiting room that settled the question. However, I proceeded to make a careful examination of the room, which confirmed me, in my opinion, as to the murderous fight, and furnished me with the additional details as to the Tritianopolisagar. I had already come to the conclusion, since there were no signs of a struggle, that the blood which covered the floor had burst from the murderous nose in his excitement. I could see that the track of blood coincided with the track of his feet. Now, as a medical man Watson, you will agree that it is seldom that any man breaks out in such a way through emotion unless he's very full-blooded. You're quite true. So I hasn't been in the opinion that the criminal was a robust and ready-faced man. Yes, indeed he was. Great. Now, you will remember that I ascertain that when Gregson telegraphed to a medic hat, he had not in fire as to any particular point, which might appear to be critical.
Well, I think left the house I telegraphed to the head of the police at Cleveland, limiting my inquiry of the circumstances disconnected to the marriage of Enoch J. Drebber. The answer was conclusive. It told me that Drebber had already applied for the protection of the law against an old rival in love named Jefferson Hope, and that this same hope was a present in Europe. And you know that I held the truth of the mystery in my hand, and all the remains were to secure the murder. Oh, the chromatin'. It wasn't so difficult. I had already determined, in my own mind, that the man who had walked into the house with Drebber was none other than the man who had driven the cab. The monks in the road, chagged at the horse and wandered on in a way which would have been impossible had there been anyone in charge of it. Where then could the driver be unless he were inside the house? Had my dear Watson. Supposing one man wished to dog another through London, what better means could he adopt
as the term cab driver? So you came to the conclusion that Jefferson Hope was to be found among the job isn't the top of his? Oh, brilliant. Quite brilliant. Thank you, Watson. But what made you assume that having achieved his object, Jefferson Hope would go on being a cab. Why, he would have been foolish not to. Any sudden change on his part might have drawn attention to himself. I therefore organised my street out of detective corps and sent them systematically to every cab proprietor in London until they said it to the man I wanted. Certainly, it certainly was repeated. But Holmes, how about the murder of the other man? Stangerson. Ah. That incident was entirely unexpected. Through it, I came into possession of the pill, the existence of which I had already semi. You see, the whole thing is a chain of logical sequences without a break or flaw. It's wonderful. Remarkable. You should be publicly recognised for this term.
You should publish an account of the case. Oh, well, if you weren't I'll do it for you. I have all the facts in my journal. The public will know that you may do what you like, don't. Yes, Mrs. Hubbard. The echoes just come, Mr. Holmes. Oh, it just fell down there. Mrs. Hubbard, look at it later. No, no, I'll have it, please. Oh, very good, sir. Thank you. Shall you be in to lunch, gentlemen? I fancy we shall. Thank you, sir. Thank you, Mr. Hubbard. I say, listen to this, Holmes. The public have lost a sensational treat to the sudden death of the man, who was suspected of the murder of Mr. Inoff-Greba and Mr. Joseph Stangerson. The details of the case will probably never now be known, though we are informed upon good authority that the crimes were the result of an old standing and romantic feud. If the case has no other effect, you believe brings out in the most striking manner the efficiency of our detective police force.
Oh, it is an openness secret that the credit for this smart capture belongs entirely to the well-known Scotland Yard officials, Mr. Gregson, the Air Force. It is expected that the testimonial or some sort will be presented to these two officers as a fitting recognition of their service. Well, Holmes, what about that, didn't I tell you so when we started, what? That's the result of all our study in Scarlett. To get them a testimonial. The truth, I don't see them! Mar-Tanique Tanzania brosnique, wherever your vacation plans take you this summer. Barclay's Bank International has a special going away present to make your travels completely free of money worries.
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Well now you've heard part three, you know the ending. It was one of the stories of Shalakhams from the inspired pen of Serotha Conan Doyle. My name, my real name, is Norman Nishelian. My friend Carlton Hobbs, made Shalakhams, and I was got to one. Michael Hobbick wrote a script for this BBC production from London. And of course I look forward to the pleasure of your company again, soon, for more of the adventures of Shalakhams. The adventures of Shalakhams has been presented by Barclays Bank International at 208 Southwest Wall Street in Chicago. Barclays, not so much your bank as a...
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