Sherlock Holmes - The Missing Three Quarter

0:00Pawass. Good evening, Good evening. Capital, My Dear Watchman, let us slept and fall at home. 221 V, Baker, & B�gotten Class... From London we present the Missing 3 Quarter, a play for radio by Michael Hardwick based on the short story by Saratha Kernandoyle. The Missing 3 Quarter. Things had indeed been very slow with us. I had learned that in such periods of inaction, by a new by experience the Sherlock Holmes his brain was so abnormally active that it was dangerous to leave it without material upon which to work. For years I had gradually weaned him from that drug manor which had threatened once to check his remarkable career, but I was well aware that the fiend was not dead but only

1:03sleeping. Therefore I blessed the hour on a gloomy February morning some seven or eight years ago that a telegram arrived at Baker Street with an inigmatic message to break that dangerous calm which brought more peril to my friend than all the storms of his tempestuous life. And it says, these awake mere terrible misfortune right wing 3 Quarter Missing Injustice World Tomorrow. Signed over. Let me see. Let me see. Thank you. Hmm. Strand first marked him to spec'd 1036. And I doubt the telegram was shortly developed by the sender. He's been down to Scotland Yard and Mr. Holmes and stuck to Stanley Hopkins's advice with the Kansas City Union. He said so far as he could see the case was more in your line than that of the regular police then placed it down. Mr. Overtonman, tell Miss Slowly and Quarte exactly what it is that has occurred and how

2:06you desire that I should help you. This is where Mr. Holmes. I'm the skipper of the Cambridge 15 and God's Restortant is our best man. Mother, if they oxen. Yesterday we all came out and we settled at Benvis' private haircare. At 10 o'clock I went blind and saw all the fellows had gone to roost. This morning the porter comes to me in a great state of agitation. Mr. Overton, sir. Good. Heaven's man. What an earth of man. Mr. Stortant, sir. He's gone. He's from Zecti. He's basically not been slept in. I don't follow you. I think he's here. Oh, yes, he's still in his room. But he went off last night, sir. He did towards the strand with another fellow. A sim girl. What other fellow? Roughly in chat with a beard. He called him and an open Mr. Stortant. I took it up to him. I thought he was going to faint after he's ready. Great. Yes, he fell back in his chairs if he'd been pullax. I'll give a drink of water. Then he said it was all right and he'd come down here where the fellow was. Then that a few words and all the way towards the strand. I was running there, worst.

3:07And what did you do when you heard this, Mr. Overton? I wired the carers to find out if anything had been heard of him there. Could he have got that to come? The carers those are late, then. But no one has seen him. Incredible. Just a form of bastard in that. What did you do next, then? I wired Lord Nondrape. Quite a Lord Nondrape. God does more for Lord Nondrape. This is nearest relative. His uncle, I believe. Indeed. Well, this first new light upon the matter, Lord Nondrape, is rather rich, than an Indian. So I heard. God is is there, and the old boy is nearly 80. Cramful, God's good. His name could talk his billiard to you. He's not called for a brother. He's an absolute miser. Have you heard from Lord Nondrape? No. Very well, I have a clear day, and I shall be happy to look into the matter. Now, let us step round together to this hotel and see if the portrait is for any fresh light upon things. Can you describe the man with a beard for me? Well, he will be about 50. On a gentleman, but not a working man, if you see what I mean, sir.

4:09What's steep, but you said this bearded man was in? Car, excited. Oh, he's very pale. Very pale, indeed. Although I did know this, when I gave him the note to take up, his hand was shaking something terrible. Did you take any other message from Mr. Stornton? Yes, sir. Telegram. Ah, what time was it? Oh, it was about six. I took it to him in his room. Were you present, but he opened it? I waited, when he went at the answer. Did you take the reply? No, sir. He said, all right, porter, I'll take this myself. What did he write to you there? A pen sir. Have you by any chance prepared a telegraphic for me? Is that yes, sir? Here they are, sir. Good. They haven't been used since. Thank you. Now then, if I hold this form up to the window, hmm, see you're reading? It's a pity he didn't write in pencil. I rejoice to perceive that he wrote it with a double-pointed, quill pen. And I can hardly doubt that we'll find some impression upon his blocking paper.

5:09I think the time has come for us to visit our missing gentleman's room. Yes, I think this is what they're looking for. Oh, I'll end up with a minute, Mr. Hamlin. Oh, that's unnecessary to say, sir. The paper is still in the reversal, give a message. You see? Stand by us for God's sake. So these six words are the tail end of the telegram, which Godfnist's once and dispatched for few hours before his disappearance. Stand by us for God's sake. Sound pretty disrehermed? Hmm. Evidently, he saw a formidable danger approaching from which someone else could protect him. Us. It says stand by us. Yes, Watson. So another person was involved. Man was a bear. Then what is the connection between God's response from the bearded man? And what is the bird source from which they sought help against that pressing danger? What we have to find is to whom the telegram was addressed. Exactly, my dear Watson. Your reflection, though profound, had already crossed my mind.

6:09The idea of seeing it may have come to your notice that if you walk into a post office and the mountains, he'd be comfortable of another man's message, there may be some disinformation on the path of the officials to obliterate. Oh, definitely. Meanwhile, I should like, in your presence, Mr. Erwin, to go through those papers which have been left upon the table. Certainly. The letters and bills, mostly. No, nothing here. For part of the way. And? I suppose your friend was a healthy young fellow, nothing of this for him. He was a bear. Perhaps he was not so strong as you suppose. With your essence, I will put on a tour of these papers in my pocket in case they should bear upon our future enquiry. One moment. One moment. Who are you, sir? And by what might you touch these gentleman's papers? I am a private detective, and I'm endeavouring to exchange his disappears. No, you are, are you?

7:09And who will you touch, you hear? This gentleman, Mr. Stanton's friend, was referred to by Sputton D'Ard. And who are you, sir? I'm Sir Oliver, sir. And it was you who sent me a telegram. My name is Lord, my James. I came home, this quickly is the base, what a bus would bring me. So you have been stuck here, and you take me? Yes, sir. And are you prepared to go meet the costs? I have no doubt, sir. My friend Godfrey, when we find him, will be prepared to do that. That if he never found it, answer me that. That has not happened. The luckiness of the short-safety. They don't look to me for a penny, no not a penny. I am all the family that this young man has got, and I tell you that I am not responsible. You understand that Mr. Detective? I quite understand your position, that has you don't quite understand mine. Godfrey's thoughts that there has to have been a poor man. If he has been kidnapped, it could not have been for anything which he himself possesses.

8:11The fame of your wealth has got a broad lord, not James. And it is entirely possible that a gang of thieves has secured your nephew in order to gain from him some information at your house, your habits, and your treasure. He wouldn't show what an idea. There I never thought of such realness. I am working human roads that are in the world. But Godfrey is a fine lad, a staunch lad, nothing would induce him to give his old uncle away. I have the brick moved over to the belt this evening. In the meantime, Mr. Detective will bring him safely back. If there is to money, there is so far as a fiber of even tenor goes, you can always look to me. You're a good day to me, you're a good day to me. Generous home. Well, Mr. Holmes, what's next?

9:12I'm afraid we must leave you now, Mr. Erboton. Sean here for me, before the match. I'm sorry, I very much doubt you. There's still like anywhere. Thank you, doctor. Bye. Now, isn't that anything we can do about that telegram home? It's worth trying, Martin. Of course, with a warrant, we could demand to see the counterfoil, but we've not reached that stage yet. I don't suppose there are a number of faces in so busy places of post office. Let's venture it. Can I help you, sir? Oh, I'm so sorry to talk with you. There's some small mistake about a telegram I sent yesterday. I've had no answer, and I very much fear that I'm not super-mitted to put my name with the end. Could you tell me if this is sir? What time was it, sir? A little after six. And who was it, too? The last words in it were for God's sake. I need 30 answers to get him no answer.

10:15So have that any seat. Ah, you're curious. There is no name at the end. Then that, of course, accounts for my getting no answer. Oh, well, good morning, miss, and nearly thanks for having released my mind. Good morning. Well, Holmes, we progress by the awards to be progress. Ah, I had certain different schemes for getting a glimpse of that telegram, but I could hardly have to succeed the very first time. And what have you gained? A starting point for our investigation. Based at 8.1, too? Thank you. I've gained this cost station. Of course, gentlemen. We have a journey then. Yes, I think we must run down the main bridge together.

11:17Dr. Leslie Amstern? I have heard your name, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I am also aware of your profession, one of which I by no means a tool. In that, I'll tell you what finds yourself in agreement with Epic, criminal and the conflict. And then I introduce my friend Dr. Watson. How do you do, sir? Of course, I'm delighted to meet one of the heads of our professor Holmes. So far as your efforts are directly towards the suppression of pride, they must help the support of every reasonable member of the community, though I cannot doubt that the official machinery is endless suppression for purpose. Where your calling is more open to criticism is when you pry into the secret, sub-pilot individuals, when you rake up a family matters, which are better hidden. And when, incidentally, you wish the time would bend while more busy than yourself. No, Dr. Dr., but I may tell you that we are doing the reverse of what you very just did, name and that when, delivering to prevent public exposure of pilot matters, which must follow when once the case is in the hands of the official police, I have come to ask you about Mr. Gottfried's fault.

12:18What about him? You know him, do you not? He is an intimate friend of mine. You're aware that he has disappeared? Indeed. He left his hotel last night. He's not been heard of since. No doubt she will return. Tomorrow is the fast of the footfall, man. I have no sympathy with these childish games. The young man's faith interests me deeply since I know him and like him. The foot's goal, match, does not come within my horizon at all. I came your sympathy then in my investigation, Mr. Stanton's faith. Do you know where he is? Certainly not. Was Mr. Stanton a healthy man? Absolutely. Did you ever know him ill? Never. Then perhaps you would explain this receded bill for 13 Ginny's paid by Mr. Gottfried Stanton last month to Dr. Leslie Armstrong's Cambridge. I picked it up from among the papers on his desk. I do not feel there is any reason why I should render an explanation to you, Mr. Holmes. Very well. If you prefer public explanation, it must come to you later.

13:19You would really be wise as it takes me into your complete confidence. I know nothing about it. Did you hear from Mr. Stanton in London? Certainly not. Yeah, me. Yeah, me. The first office again. A Mr. Engine telegram is dispatched to you from London by Gottfried Stanton at 16 years to the evening. And yet you will not have it. I shall certainly go down to the office here and register a complaint. I will trouble you to walk out of my house, sir. And you can tell your employer, Lord, my James, that I do not wish to have anything to do either with him or with his agents. Dr. Leslie Armstrong is certainly a man of energy, wasn't he? I have not seen a man who, if he turned his talent fair, where there's more calculated to fill the gap left by the illustrious Moriarty. This is what happens now. Oh, my poor boss. But if you were in Kater Room and that little inn just opposite the Armstrong's house, I may have time to make a few inquiries.

14:21How was where I had you been all this time? Hmm? Oh, here and there. Here and there. Ah, what's that? It's a PC now. Oh, carried in a pair of graves outside the doctor's door. It's been out three hours, started to help us six and get into his packing in. That gives a radius of 10 or 12 miles. And he does it once or sometimes twice a day. Not only on your over-lawful interactions. Ah, but Armstrong is not really a doctor in fact. It's his election and consultant. Why then does he make these long journeys? And who is it that he visits? Well, how am I trying his church for him? My dear Watson. You doubt that I have already done that? I don't know whether it came from his own innate disability or from the promptings of his master, but he was rude enough to set a dog at me. All that I have learned, I got from offended native in the yard of our own inn. If his he would tell me a doctor's habit from these daily journeys, while he was speaking the doctor's carriage came round the door. So couldn't you follow then?

15:22Excellent Watson. You're scintillating this evening. I did trust my mind. There is as you may have observed the bicycle shop next to our inn. Oh, yes. Into this I rushed, engaged the bicycle and was able to get started before the carriage was out of sight. And he got well out on the country road when a somewhat mortifying incident occurred. The carriage stopped. The doctor and lighted more scripted that where I had also ordered. It told me in an excellent, sardonic fashion that he feared the road was narrow and that he hoped his carriage to not impede the passage of my bicycle. Oh, nothing could have been more abnormal than his way of putting it. I once rode past the carriage and went on for a few miles. Then I halted in a convenient pace to see if it would pass me. There was no sign of it. Gone off the other side road? Evidently. You can keep those where stonighten is, Holmes? I swear it. And if he knows, then it will be our own fault if we cannot manage to know all of that.

16:24No, I shall not be satisfied until I have made the map clear. I think she had good you made a pen upon what the morning will bring. More coffee, Holmes? No, thank you, Holmes. I've had a note from the doctor. Oh, yes. Listen to this. Sir, I can assure you that you are wasting your time in dogging my movements. No spying upon me can in any way help Mr. Gratrice Cohnson. And I am convinced that the best service you can do to that gentleman is to return at once to London and to report to your employer that you are unable to place in your safely Leslie Armstrong. That man has the cheek of the devil. An outspoken honest antagonist is the doctor? Oh, well, he excites my curiosity. I just really know more before I leave him. I say that carries his door now. Huh? There he is, stepping into it. Yes, he is dancing up a lot.

17:24I went there now. Holmes, maybe I try my luck on the bicycle. No, no, no, no, no, no, my dear. What's with all respect to your natural acumen? I do not think that you are quite a match for the worthy doctor. No, no. I think that possibly I can attain I end by some independent explorations by him. Are you not going to leave me twiddling my thumbs in this place again? I am afraid so. But dashy, dear. But I hope to bring that to my favourable report to you before nightfall. Very well, Holmes. I only hope you do. A blank day, I am afraid what? A blank day. Oh, I don't know this. Where have you been? I haven't got the doctor's general direction. I visited all the villages upon that side of Cambridge. I had covered some ground, I can tell you. I visited Eastern, Water Beach, Oakings and... Oh, what are you doing? Comparing notes for publicans and other local news agencies? Nothing. Oh, by the way, is there a telegram for me?

18:24Oh, yes, sir. I opened it. I didn't understand it though. It says, I'm asked for pompier from Jeremy Dickson at Trinity College. Me and any of you? Oh, it is clear enough. It's from my friend, Oberton, an answer to my question from me. I just heard on the note that Mr. Jeremy Dickson, and that I had no doubt that I luck would turn. Oh, by the way, in use of a match? Oh, yes, yes. The local paper has an excellent economy's last edition, Oxford One, that I've grown to trial. Do you want to hear any of it? I'll just read you the last sentence. The defeat of the light blues may be entirely attributed to the unfortunate absence of the cracking international, God's Restorantom, whose one to scrub every instance of the game. Then I attend Oberton's for birdies, have been justified. Certainly, I'm in agreement with Dr. Armstrong, and football does not come within my horizon. More is the pity for you, whoa.

19:25I'd reiterate. Let us follow the example of a footballer, and take an early night in bed. I proceed the tomorrow, maybe in a difficult day. Holmes, where have you been this time? And what are you doing with that hypodermic syringe? Don't tell me you... Down, down, down, down my dear son. There's no course to alarm. It is of the instrument of evil upon this occasion. On this syringe, I base all my hopes. I've just returned from a small scouting expedition and everything is favorable. Each of our breakfast spots, and for I propose to get a farm doctor, Armstrong's trail today, and once on it, I will not stop for rest or food until I run into his butter. And that cancee best carry our breakfast with us. He's making an early stop. The carriage is at the door already. Never mind. Let him go. He'll be clever as he can drive what I cannot follow him. Or when you've finished, come downstairs with me. And I'll introduce you to a detective

20:26who is a very imminent specialist in the worst at lies before us. What's on? I didn't introduce you to Pops. Who won't be the bride of the little dragon? You're a very great flyer. It is billful, sure, but a staunch hand on the scent. Well, Pops, you may not be fast, but I expect you to be too fast for a couple of middle-aged London gentlemen so I'll just take the liberty of passing this level-ish to your collar. Now buy it. Come along and show what you can do. He'd rather saw her legs this race. Why have you done, Holmes? I've fed there an indennable device, but useful on occasion. I walked into the ducted yard this morning and shot my syringe full of aniseido for the hangry of his carriage. A drag hand will follow aniseido from yet the John the Birds. He's turning off into this lane. Holmes, it goes back over to the dragon.

21:28Oh, the cunning rascal. This is how he gave it a slip the other night. This day to us has been entirely for our delicate enemies. No wonder my own brothers among the intelligence led to nothing. I'd be much like to know the reason for all this elaborate deception. This should be the village of Carrington to the right of us. By Joe, here's the bronze coming round the corner. Quick, boss, and please fall. We're done. Please, reveal. Sir, it's coming. Is that the arcing? Did you get a glimpse of Armstrong? Yes, I did. It's Sunkon, he's an immediate stress, I'll say. I fear there is some dark ending to our quest. Come, puppy. Oh, he's making for the cottage in the field.

22:28Now we shall see what we shall see. Listen, what's fair? The doctor is coming back home. That's head of it. We must see what it needs before he comes. Oh, you... Are you Mr. Godforsk, don't you? Yes. As I am. But you're too late. She's dead. You can see for yourselves. She was dead. She was dead. She was dead. She was dead. She was very beautiful. And very... Consumption home. Without a doubt. We did our best to keep it from everyone.

23:32Unsuitable gets about... So, gentlemen, you have attained your end. You will settle it chosen a delicate moment for your infusion. I would not draw in the presence of death, but I can assure you that if I were a young woman... Excuse me, Dr. Armstrong. I think we have a little of cross-purposes. If you could step into the next room with us, we might each be able to give some light to the other from this miserable affair. It will. What is it? What is it? I wish you to understand in the first place that I am not employed by Lord Mount James, and that my sympathies in this matter are entirely against that noble. When a man is lost,

24:33it is my duty to ascertain his fate, but having done so the matter in, so far as I'm concerned. If, as I imagine, there is no breach of the law in this matter, you can absolutely depend upon my discretion and my cooperation in keeping the facts out of the papers. Mr. Holmes, you are a good fellow. I had misjudged you, and my apologies to you, too, sir. Not at all, Dr. Armstrong. A girl ago, Godfrey's stontern married his dance lady's daughter. She was good, beautiful and intelligent. No man need be ashamed of such a wife. But Godfrey was the heir to this crembed old nobleman, and he was setting that the news would have meant the end to facing editor's. I did all I could to help him to keep things straight. Thanks to this little cottage in his own discretion,

25:34Godfrey has, up to now, succeeded. But at last, there came the terrible blow of this video that he owned us. The poor boy had to put the London to play this match, but he could not get out of it without explanations, which would expose the secrets. He sent me a wire, imploring me to do all I could. This was the telegram, which you appear to have seen. I did not tell him how urgent the danger was, but I sent the truth to the girl's father, and he very, very, interdiciously communicates into Godfrey. But as I was, he came straight away, and was remained needing at the end of her bed until this morning, death put an end to her sufferings. That is all, Mr. Holmes. I'm sure that I can rely upon your discretion, and let it go for him.

26:36Yes, yes, he needs help. Come, Watson. Let us deen our way. That was the missing free quarter by Michael Harwick, based on the short story by Sir Arthur Conan Royal. Sir Mark Holmes was paid by Carson Holmes.