
Sherlock Holmes: The Case of the Missing Heiress (EP0499)
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Sherlock Holmes searches for the daughter of a Canadian multimillionaire.
Original Air Date: October 5, 1947
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hair raising adventure to chill one's spine. Sounds rather like one of those confounded hot and kosher baths, but of a curse of this modern age. Now in the good old baker's three days and one made one's daily abductions in a tin tub that was filled from a pair of steaming jugs. One got in an hour as fast as possible to prevent freezing to death. They doctor Watson. Only in the winter time Mr. Harris, only in the winter. I remember one bright July afternoon in the year. Let me see. For a little man it was before you or out of your cradle. I was pressing about in my morning tap. I thought you were said it was afternoon. When Ron shared lodging and adventures with the great Sherlock Holmes, one frequently took Ron's morning tap in the afternoon or evening. Now uh, remember I was splashing around in your morning tub in mid-afternoon. Oh yes, yes, yes. As a matter of accuracy, I was just removing the soap from back of the earth and giving a not inspired rendition of a current comic opera hit when Holmes burst in rather than ceremoniously.
Oh wandering minstrel, I have seen a shreds and patches. I have seen Watson stop at catawalling and throw on a dressing gown. We're about to have a caller and I'm sure it means another case. And why should that interrupt my bath? You're quite capable of handling the first stages of a case by yourself, Holmes? Not when it concerns a lady in hysterics and a court train. You're much better than I had managing female agitation. Holmes, what are you raving about? An elegant carriage has just galloped up to our kerbsdome. And without waiting for the footman to elite from the box and assist her, a middle-aged creature in full court regalia complete to the fellers in her hair, bursts out into the street and is even now pulling our front doorbell out for the roots. Oh lord, Mrs. Hudson's better than she's coming up the stairs. Now will you come out and protect me? Certainly not. Very well then I should be obliged to usher her in here. Oh no no no no great scot wait I'm coming I'm coming. Good lord look at me and find way to greet a lady. Don't worry, that's I'm greatly mistaken she's too upset to notice. Here, try the court around your middle. Oh yes, yes of course. And you put your slippers on the wrong feet. Oh come
found it I will come in. Mr. Holmes, oh Mr. Holmes thank heavens I find you at home. Why lady menu? On Dr. Watson delighted to see you. Could you give me a glass of sherry? Oh this is terrible. I'm ruined and the poor girl. Oh Mr. Holmes you must find her you must. Of course lady menu, but first perhaps you'd better tell us the name of this damsel in distress and inform us just what difficulty she seems to be in. That justice I haven't removed just idea. Oh I don't mean I don't know her name. It's Elizabeth. Elizabeth Baskham. Not Mrs. Elizabeth Baskham. The only child of a hell-fired ask him the Canadian copper keen. That's right Dr. Watson. Oh quite the bell of the season together. Yes Elizabeth has certainly been popular. Not that it's made the slightest impression on her. Yes perhaps that explains her popularity that and her father's millions. But why are you so concerned about Mrs. Elizabeth Baskham lady menu? It's been my responsibility to sponsor the young lady through her first London season to see that she makes the proper social connections and
well her father is bound undetermined that she shall marry into the nobility. I have no idea that George Baskham, more often referred to as hellfire, was one of your acquaintances lady menu? To be quite frank Mr. Holmes I've never said eyes on Elizabeth's father but a well of mutual friend knowing that he was anxious to have her received in the best circles and also knowing that my own financial position has not been too secure lately when I was shall be say persuaded to take Elizabeth under my wing. I hope you made a profitable arrangement. I did Mr. Holmes but I rounded every penny. You you mean the young lady is uncouth in spite of her good looks? No Dr. Watson the truth forces me to admit that Elizabeth is really quite presentable and even lovable when not crossed. But when she is crossed she takes after her father? Exactly she insists on going for solitary walks completely unshabberoned. She strikes up on acquaintance with the most unlikely people. Democratic eh Holmes? It might be considered democratic in an ordinary female.
But while a young woman of this Baskham's wealth is concerned it's rather dangerous. How true. We've been receiving well not exactly threats but certainly cranked letters ever since it became known that Elizabeth had come to stay with me but she absolutely refuses to pay heed to her own danger. So she's been handling situations of that sort all her life and she refuses to become perturbed about it at this late date and now it's happened. What has? Oh well well I finally persuaded her to take an interest in young Lord Weaverbrook. A very suitable match in every way. He fact her father is arriving on the next boat in order to announce the engagement. Well surely there's nothing to be upset about. Yes but what is he going to do when he finds his daughter has been abducted? You mean forcibly? This note was pinned to the carriage seat when I returned and found Elizabeth gone. I gather from your costume lady Menoth that you were on your way to Buckingham Palace? Yes Mr. Holmes. After considerable maneuvering I had arranged to have Miss Baskham received a court. It took a bit of doing and Nile admit I expected trouble with Elizabeth.
However she fell in with the plan with quite a sure velacrity even standing patiently for endless things of her train and taking lessons in how to make a court bow. Yes I've often wondered how one managed it. Don't interrupt Watson. Go on Lady Menoth today I take it while it's the day. Yes and more perfect weather one couldn't have wished for. And I must say Elizabeth seemed to be in high spirits. We were well prepared with a usual hamper of wine and sandwiches and cake. You know that in term and of awaits and some James is all. I've thought often that the sight of the ladies in full regalia on the way to a court function is one of the great size of London. Elizabeth seemed to share your opinion Dr. Watson. At any rate she seemed in unusually high spirit as the other carriages crowded around her. What fun Lady Menoth is even more exciting than a regatta. All the street musicians and the crowds passing on the sidewalks as if it were a parade.
All waving and cheering and crawling to it. Oh there she goes that's the best way for me. You've had this idea. One doesn't wait at them. It's not done. I'm sorry. Now cover your flowers with a massive idea. The fun is really coming rather oppressive. You asked me it's darned heart. Now Elizabeth mustn't smile that. Don't encourage yourself before I shouldn't I smile. I'm so happy. Just console yourself and have a moment dear and we'll be inside the gate where the crowd can't follow us. Oh and we're nearly there. Heaven no. It takes ages even after you're in the court yard. Yeah. Here we go. That's better. Now let's see what's in our luncheon hamper. I'll admit I'm hostile. Oh no. No let's wait. I'm still so excited.
Oh lady may lose luck. Who said handsome man walking among the carriages and sticking his head into some of them? Dear I wish he wouldn't. His mother would be so poor doubt if he knew he were out here. They will do it all the boys. They say it's much more fun than it is inside. They may know if he's coming this way. Oh he's going to stop. Well so this is the carriage that has been causing all the commotion. No wonder. Hello there. Hello yourself. Well that's refreshing. So this is the beautiful Lizzie who has set the town on its ears. Oh lady Menuth I didn't notice you at first. You wouldn't by any chance have some smelling salts. The Dowager Duchess of Kiel seemed rather wonky as I passed to Baruch. I wonder if you'd come and take a look at it. Well of course, certainly. Let's see where did I put the smelling salt in your ridicule lady Menuth. Oh yes, yes of course. I'll be right back. Oh and Elizabeth.
Yes lady Menuth. Is that gentleman should return to show you a dress him as your highness? And that Mr. Holmes was the last I saw of Elizabeth Baskop. She was abducted, abducted in broad daylight. Right there in the courtyard of Buckingham Palace. You don't think it was done by a prince of the blood royal? Oh they've been known to pull some rather spectacular planks. No member of the House of Hanover, Dr. Watson, would write this note. It was pinned to the cushions of the seat directly behind the box. And may I see Lady Menuth? Of course Mr. Holmes. Yes, the whole affair was undoubtedly planned in advance. Oh what makes you say that Holmes? The words are printed in ink, large bold lettering, and the paper's been folded. Furthermore there's a rather carefully executed dusky palm print in the lower left hand corner. But what is the message? What does the note say?
The words of communication of this sort are always the least enlightening part of the Epistle Watson. But just to satisfy your curiosity, I'll read them to you. That's right of you. We have kidnapped Lizzie. If you know what's good for her, don't tell the cops. Signed the black hand. Oh, a band of American cutthroats. The words kidnapped and cops all dead give away. I've heard of these black hand gangs. Poor Lizzie. Men like that are desperate characters. Oh dear. We can only hope the father will arrive in time to pay the ransom demand. Yes, we may be dealing with a band of cutthroats and desparados, but let's not jump to any conclusions, Watson, until we've examined the scene of the crime. What do you mean you expect to find clues in all that turmoil in the courtyard of Buckingham Palace? No, Watson. The scene of the crime is much closer than that. It is in fact drawn up to our curb. I ruled, of course, to Lady Menu's carriage. Oh, I see what you mean. I hadn't thought of that. Well, come along. What are we waiting for? For you to go and finish stressing Watson.
Oh, Jonathan, easy now for never be. Handsome horses you have, Lady Menu. Thank you. This is Horace, Mr. Holmes. Horace has been our footman for over 50 years. Amen, and boy. And that's the truth. Record to be proud of Horace in these troubled times. Is? He's a little deaf, Mr. Holmes. It is age. I said you've a fine record, Horace. Yeah, I have that. If you'll open the door, please, Horace. Mr. Holmes is a detective. He'd like to inspect the carriage. I know, Mr. Holmes' mum. Everybody knows, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Oh, Horace, when did you first become aware that Miss Baskham was not in the carriage? What? When a leadership come back and found your note. You didn't see or hear anything unusual before that. I did not. Henry, the ease of our coachmen, you know, had gone off to help Lord Bruncey's men,
who was having trouble with his horses. And I had me and full hold at our horses. But I handled him. Third fellow, Horace. I mean, Horace. Besides which, I'm a bit deaf. Nothing you could notice. But it keeps me from hearing things. I'm afraid Horace is better broken read in this affair. What's that? I said, thank you, Horace. Well, let's have a look inside the carriage. I think you'd be my magnifying glass, Watson. Yes, interesting. Very interesting. What do you found, Holmes? Blood stains. On the contrary, there's not the slightest indication of a struggle. Either Miss Baskham left the carriage of her own free will, or she was lured out of it by someone she considered a friend. Very significant. Very. The significant Holmes, but hardly helpful. Yes, here is her parasol, neatly furled. Surely, if she'd been attacked, she'd have attempted to use it as a weapon. And the luncheon hamper, neatly placed in the corner, opened up the lid, Watson. Very, very well.
Hello. What's up? This living's empty. Not even a crumb left. What's the black-eyed? They not only abducted my ward. They stole my lunch as well. What if the pound cake hadn't even been cut into? The scoundrels. Well, Holmes, I'm afraid we've really drawn a blank. No clues, no clues at all. And not so fast, Watson. Here is a long thread of heavy silk. A lady minute has misplise by any chance a garment with a blue fringe in her wardrobe. Yes, of course. The television that goes over a pure smoking suit. But what was that to do with the case? She was wearing full-court regalia when she was abducted. Yes, what makes it so preposterous, really? You know, you couldn't possibly kidnap a lady in a court costume. Hello, here's something in the side pocket of a hamper. Well, that's Elizabeth's guidebook. She was always sneaking off by herself with that under her arm. From the number of times it happened, she must have visited all the sites of London. Not all, lady Menon. I fancy Miss Elizabeth rather specialised in the British Museum.
How do you arrive at that conclusion? The rest of the volumes are rather stiff, showing that if you were the pages of in red. But notice how red it is a book opens at the portion describing the British Museum. And here, the panagraphs describing the famous Elgin Marbles. That page is decidedly dog-eared. The Elgin Marbles? What heaven's I'd know idea in Elizabeth was a connoisseur of art? I fancy Miss Elizabeth as a connoisseur of many things of which you had no idea, lady Menon. Oh, dear, what do we do now? I suppose you better consult Scotland Yard. I rather fancy that a certain Mr. Percy Smithers will prove more helpful in this matter. I suggest that Watson and I pay him a visit. Percy Smithers, who in fandal is he? The famous archaeologist in authority on Greek and Roman relics. He is also curator of the Elgin Marbles. Here we are Watson, the British Museum. Imposing if somewhat Moth eat no morcelier nail art?
No, you needn't point it out to me as if I'd never laid eyes on it before. I had an uncle whose idea of entertaining his various visiting nephews was to trail them through the British Museum. And you, of course, have never been guilty of escorting your juvenile relatives through its echoing hall. Well, that is, one must keep up the traditions. You know? Well, never mind. Open the door. I can't. It's stuck. I'll never mind here comes an attendant. I say, God, the entrance seems to be a bit bulky. We can't get it open, don't you know? And while would you? Been locked up for the night. Close and Tom was twenty minutes to go. I guess we won't get to see the marbles today, Holmes. I'm not particularly interested in the marbles, Watson. The guard, can you tell me if Mr. Smithers, your eight-hour Percy Smithers is still on the premises? Oh, no, sir. He's gone home. You saw him leave? You always leave five minutes before closing time? I don't suppose you can give us his home address. I do better than that, sir. There, at bay? Over there. First house across the quadrangle. The one with the bay window? That's right. Thank you. Come along, Watson.
Do you know this fellow Smithers Holmes? Only slightly, Watson. I've met him at the Diogenes Club from time to time when I've gone there to see my brother, Mike Croft. Like all the rest of the members, he's what you might call taciturn. Oh, the gran-billed professor type, I take it. Professorial and grumpy, I grant you, but he's certainly not old. In fact, Mr. Percy Smithers looks not unlike the Greek statues he's such an authority on. Only with more clothing, of course. Oh, yes, yes. I can remember that many elderly ladies who got of a petition demanding draperies they put on the marbles when they first went on exhibition. I, of course, consider them perfect as they are. Then you've seen the Elgin marbles. For many times. You recall the statue of Pertius? Perfectly. Could you describe his attitude? I can do better than that. I can duplicate it. He's, uh, he's standing like this. Not bad, except the positions of the left and right arm should be reversed. As your friend took a fix, sir. Certainly not. I was just... I was just explaining to something.
And stop following us. I wasn't following, sir. Which is going down to me supper. Bunkin. You recall the face, Watson? Are the Pertius statue, I mean? Oh, naturally. How would you describe the nose? Well, that is... Aggression, of course. Wrong again, Watson. That particular statue has no nose at all. It's probably been missing for centuries. Oh. But here we are of Mr. Smithers' door. Ring the bell, Watson. That's good, then. What was giving orders? Well, I still don't understand what information you expect to gather from the curator of the British Museum about missing Canadian heirs. You never know, Watson. You never know. Yes, what do you want? We've come to see Mr. Smithers. Mr. Percy Smithers. Well, you can't see him. I'm sorry to disturb him. He'd be having his supper, but this matter is rather urgent. You can't see him because he's not come home. And as for his supper, it's been burnt to a crisp waiting for him. And I find trout, it was, too, that he ordered specials. What a pity. Perhaps you could tell me a young lady in a blue and puse walking suit has called on Mr. Smithers lately.
Certainly not. Mr. Smithers is a respectable man and a woman later besides. Oh, once again, we draw a blank. This case seems to lead nowhere, but down blind alleys. Oh, on the contrary, Watson. The fact that Mr. Smithers did not come home for his supper is decidedly revealing. You don't think he's been possibly kidnapped, too, by the same outfit that abducted Miss Baskham? No, I don't think there are any indications of kidnapping. At least I doubt that any force was used. Of course, that's stupid, I've been. Mr. Smithers and Miss Baskham have eloped. Watson, the incurable romanticist. Well, no, Watson, a woman hater, myself accepted, of course, might conceivably change his mind. But no ardent lover would order trout, a single trout for supper, on the day on which he expected to run off with his enamorata. Well, where does that all that get us? Whatever detained, possible Smithers was unexpected, entirely unexpected. Come, let's go home before our supper's been burned to a crisp.
Oh, Holmes, how can you think of food when you haven't rescued Miss Baskham from heaven knows only what danger? Whatever danger, Miss Lizzy, and I rather imagine she enjoys. Yes, there's nothing further we can do until tomorrow at 8.30. Why, 8.30? That is the time they unbar the entrance to the British Museum. Yes, we shall be waiting at 8.22. When you note the low prices of clipper craft clothes, you're apt to be puzzled. How do they do what you'll say? Well, the solutions no mystery at all once you know the facts. What makes them great values is the clipper craft plan, concentrating the buying power of 924 leading stores across the nation. Yes, remember that you buy these famous clothes at your local? Favorite local store, where you're treated as a person, not just as another number on a sales check. These days, practically everything you buy costs more, but not so with clipper craft.
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Well, it's age 25, home. Another five minutes and we shall know if your guest is right. I never guess, Watson. Mr. Holmes, isn't that Lady Menu's carriage coming down the street at a full gallop? Yes, Mrs. Hudson must have told her she'd find us here. Yes, here she comes like a ship under full sail. Mr. Holmes, you red-faced little man with her. I'd rather imagine Papar Baskam as a rye. I'd read the dead, blessed, dead burned eyes. So, oh, you're Sherlock Holmes. Why, in places, haven't you found my daughter? I was right, Watson. It is hellfire, Baskam. How do you do, sir? Good morning, Lady Menu. Holmes, down, Holmes, the most horrible news. The most horrible, horrible news. I haven't found her a body. No, but, first of all, when I returned home last evening by bottling foam near all the sandwiches the wine and the cake had been found in the Jordan near of my best-ass pedistra. The cookie so insulted she threatened us to leave. Yes, I rather suspected that Hemper held something more interesting than food
when I found that blue thread. And that's not all. Hell in the worst. Well, this morning, before I'd even had time to have my morning tea, Lord Brunson's man returned Elizabeth's court-gown and said it. They'd been found in his carriage. Why, the scoundrel. Oh, he wasn't in it at the time. He was still at the reception when his coachman discovered the dress. But this makes matters even worse. The poor girl was abducting her in her piticles. Yes, the poor poor girl. Her reputation would be ruined. Ah, blessed a reputation, ma'am. She'll catch her death of cold. Calm yourself, Mr. Baskin. I think I may be able to return your daughter with both her health and her reputation moderately intact. Yes, they're opening the doors now. If you will follow me. End of the British Museum. Calm yourself, Mr. Baskin. A little culture is quite harmless. I assure you. Ah, I've found the guard.
I believe you're about to unlock the hall of the Elgin marbles. Mind if we want? No. Not if it'll give you any amusement. I'll be unlocking it eight years now. It's never been what you might call fascinated. Today, I think you may be in for a surprise. Well, see you in believing. Where's the boat time? Where's the devil where you last night? Didn't you hear me shouting? Mr. Smithers. You've been locked in with their marble women all night. And run that wasn't marble. Lizzy. Lizzy. What in thunder are you doing here? Yes, and wearing the pew some blue walking suit. Papa. Well, what do you know? Papa, I want you to meet Mr. Percy Smithers, the famous scientist, and your future son-in-law. I am the scientist. I am the scientist. I wouldn't let you marry a scientist if he were the last man on earth. But Papa. We've been locked up together all night. Think of my reputation. Were you? You scum. You planned all this.
You learned my innocent little girl into the strap. You learned my dear. Oh, Papa, don't be silly. I was one that trapped Percy. I planned it all. I picked yesterday because all the crowds would be at Buckingham Palace, and the museum would be empty. So you threw the food in the shot in the air, packed your walking suit in the food hamper, changed in Lord Brunce's carriage, and headed for the British Museum? Yes. The hard part was fascinating, Percy, so he wouldn't notice it was closing time. As a matter of fact, it wasn't as hard as I'd expected. You see, I suspected, Percy, well, like me, but I couldn't get him to propose. That's just too confounded, Rick. Hey, my boy. You will marry her now if I have to get up my old shotgun. Well, of course I, I rather wanted to anyway, but only on one condition. What's that? Dead blasted. She has to promise to live within my income. Dying!
That was all she wanted to know. And dead Lizzie lived within her husband's income, Dr. Watson. And more or less, at least if the poor gave her presents from time to time, Percy never knew about it. How did Elizabeth and her archaeologist get along? Oh, splendidly. You see, a hell-fired basket and back several expeditions for the British Museum, and curiously enough, Percival Smithers generally hated them. He did some splendid work, too. So when he was family-nighted and Elizabeth came, Elizabeth, everyone said she'd more than earned. The title. And now Dr. Watson, how about a hint about next week's hair razor? Oh, next week's is a hair razor, Mr. Harris, in more ways than one. It concerns a gentleman who had an unusually flurried, I might say crimson head of hair, and how he was hired for a decidedly curious job on that account. Oh, of course it's the famous adventure
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in the bathtub unless he goes out and meets her. So definitely not feeling that same warmth and charm that went with the Rathbone Bruce episodes or even the somewhat decent chemistry that developed during the Rathbone, excuse me, Conway Bruce episodes. But the writing continues to be pretty good. Mike comments over on Facebook that I enjoy the Bruce Conway shows very well written. And he also commented specifically on the adventure of the Iron Maiden. This is an awesome episode. So I'm glad you enjoyed those. And then we have this comment from Podcast Alley. It's amazing how well these shows still work. I listen to almost every show during the past year or so and Adam's comments provide appreciated and helpful insights. Well, thanks so much Doug. That was Doug on Podcast Alley. And I've kind of observed that. And sometimes old-time radio is described.
It's kind of just a nostalgia thing. And to be honest, I usually, when I listen to radio programs, don't have a great sense of nostalgia because these were before my time. Anyway, when I feel nostalgic, it will be about shows I watched when I was growing up. And I might even overlook some of the glaringly obvious flaws. I guess it's what I saw growing up. But here, these are just brand new mysteries. And like I said, they hold up very well. Well, we'll be back tomorrow with your truly Johnny Dollar. And next week, another adventure of Sherlock Holmes. In the meanwhile, send your comments to Box13 at GreatDetectors.net. Be sure to cast your vote for the show on Podcast Alley. PodcastAlley.GreatDetectors.net and give us a call to 89914783. But from Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham, signing off. Tyler Reddick here from 2311 Racing. Victory Lane? Yeah, it's even better with Chamba by my side.
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