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Vintage Detective Radio — Sherlock Holmes - Twisted Lip. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.
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You may be a real wine expert and know all about Sherry wine But believe me until you try to petri Sherry, you're really missing something Serve Petri Sherry alone or serve it with canaphas or appetizers And by all means serve it proudly You can because the letters P-E-T-R-I spell the proudest name in the history of American wines, Petri And now let's visit our good friend and host Dr. Watson Good evening, Dr. Good evening, Mr. Bartel Draw pure usual chair, make yourself at home But how about a glass of Sherry? It'd be very nice. Already for tonight's story, Dr. Here's my boy. Here's your shirt Thank you, sir. My story begins on June 1889 My wife and I had spent a quiet evening at home, I remember
It was just about the hour that a man gives his first yaw and glances at the clock The tranquillity of the scene was broken by the discordant jangling of our front doorbell An emergency call for you, I suppose, Dr. Not exactly, Mr. Bartel. It turned out to be a certain Mrs. Isowitner An old friend of my wife should come to us in trouble A husband, she told us, had been missing for 48 hours And knowing him to be the victim of the shocking habit of taking opium She was convinced that he was lying drugged and stupified In some foul den amid the London waterfront I suppose you went out to try to find him Yes, Mr. Bartel, I did. She told me that our husband had mentioned Frequenting a place called the Bar of Gold in Upper Swanland Lane So naturally that's where I began my search I quickly located it and after ordering my cab to wait I entered the place A strange sight met my eyes Through the smoke-ridden gloom I could catch a glimpse of bodies lying in strange, fantastic poses As they smoked the pipes of death
Most of the unhappy creatures lay silently But some muttered to themselves and others Talked together in strange, low, monotonous voices Their conversation coming in clutches And then trailing off into silence Each mumbling his own thoughts And paying little attention or heed to the words of his neighbour As I entered, an attendant hurried up to me with an opium pipe On a supply of the drug And back and made to an idiot Master, may I hear? I haven't come to stay here, my good man I'm looking for a friend, Mr. Iso Wittner No one by that name here? My line going to set this place just the same Please not to make trouble, ma'am What's that? Is that your Watson? Wittner, thank heavens I've found you, ma'am What time is it? It's nearly 11 A what day? What day? Friday, June the 19th Good Lord, I thought it was Wednesday It is Wednesday, you're trying to confuse me I knew it's Friday, your wife has been waiting two days for it You're mixed up in your dates, what? I've only been here a few hours
Three pipes, four pipes, I've get her many I'll go home with you Here, up, I'll get your hair There, it's it I have a cab waiting I'm a sirson money Will you settle up for me once? Here, wait here for me Stop calling it my excuse, my good fellow Who are you and what do you want? A word in your ear please No, very well, what, what, what is it? Give her to be a friend and join me outside Pose What an earthy you do here in the sky? Be a cab waiting Yes? Then please use it to send you to the futile friend home And if you fill up to it, I should also recommend that you send a note to the cab And telling your wife that you're thrown in your lock with me I'd be exceedingly glad to have it all topped with your Yes, of course, I would spend it then Conflute your business here, I'll share a par with you outside in about ten minutes I'll share a par with you
Well, no, it's busy, it's nearly Is that your house? Yes, what's this, me? Your disguise is wonderful, I'd never recognize you if you hadn't spoken to me just now Is this the best friend? Yes, here's good Then let's start walking out of a horse and cab waiting for me on the next street What an earthy you're doing in the bar of gold, huh? Trying to get news of a missing man? Yes, I'm in the midst of a very remarkable enquiry And I'd hope to get a clue from the incoherent ramblings of those poor devils back there No There's the horse and cab under the street lamp on the corner You'll come with me, won't you? Of course, if I can be in any use? I trust to come right as always of use My room at the cedar has two beds in it A cedar? Yes, that's Mr. Norse and Claire's house and our present destination It's nearly in Kent about seven miles from here And usually it doesn't hit quarters while I conduct my duties Evening, Mr. Ames, everything all right? Yes, thank you, John Hey, get in, Watson I just need you any more tonight, John, here's half a crown for you Look out for me tomorrow, about 11 My drama, Mr. Ames, good afternoon, gentlemen Then I, John, fly, get up
Well, Holmes, if we have a seven mile ride ahead of us Perhaps you'll tell me about the case that you're working on The pleasure roll, Jack, let's first take the range for a few minutes Will you? I, uh, want to remove my makeup and take off my weave and become tall Now to that, I'll tell you why we are headed for the kintish Decide at this hour of the night Watson, you have a grand gift of silence It makes you invaluable as a companion We've driven four miles and 11 out of the woods It was an easy home I've been dying to question you, but I could see that you were preoccupied Then I shall reward you with a clear and concise statement for my problem Mr. Neville St. Clair, age 37, the father of two children and an affectionate husband is missing Let's house the seeders near Lee, our present destination last Monday Four days ago, huh? Yes, now why should an affectionate husband of a happy father disappear?
Any money trouble, I think not His entire debts for a moment amount to 88 pounds while he has 220 pounds standing to his credit for the capital and county's bank Who is the luck person to see him on Monday? His wife Let's let me tell you the story He left his house for London rather early of unusual He was a business man then Yes, he has an interest in civil companies in London But his wife does exactly what he does, but to continue He left for London saying that he would bring his boy home a box of toy bricks Now that a minute's chance is received a telegram, sought out his departure The leader of the passport of considerable value was waiting for her At the offices of the Aberdeen shipping company Aberdeen shipping where their offices were in Fresno Street, I know about them tonight Jack and Fresno Street branches out of Upper London Lane, where the bar of gold is seen Ah, now I'm beginning to understand, go on, go on Mrs. Encair took a train for London and a detective, 435 on Monday last, fronters of walking past the bar of gold Suddenly, she heard a cry and looking up was horrified to see her husband affecting her from a second-story window
Which skirt was you? Piznero! She there, it is known free-worldly as fur And up, he was a prisoner The window was open, and she distinctly saw his face Which she described as being terribly educating Really? He waited his hands rough, fantically, and then vanished from the window so suddenly That it seemed to her that he had been dragged back by some irresistible force from behind One single point which struck her quick feminine eye was that although he wore the coat he had put for London in, he wore neither colour nor time Oh, what did you do? Rashed down the steps into the bar of gold and attempted to go up the staircase leading to the second floor I suppose that oriental fellow that I walked tonight stopped her Exactly, and then he pushed her out with dawns, slammed it after her She rushed down the lane and a few moments later was lucky enough to meet a sergeant and too constable She took him back with her to the bar of gold, of course And went with her to the room in which narrow sank clear, glass been seen, and of course there was no sign of him In fact, on the whole floor there was no one to be found except a hideous, deformed beggar who seemed to live there
And what Mrs. Tanker told me, it appears that the sergeant conducted the examination quite intelligently So you saw your asthma at this window, Mrs. Imprae? I'm positive, Sergeant! And the lascus, where's no one's been upstairs this afternoon? He's probably lying But let's see what this cripple fellow has to say for himself Here you What are you looking for behind something? Now you heard what this lady said Did you see your asthma going this room a few minutes ago? I didn't see nobody, and I've been here all the afternoon You living? Yes And you swear on it that no one's been in this room for the last few hours? Yes I do Mrs. Imprae, I know that you think you saw your asthma, but don't you suppose... Look, look on the table Just a wooden boxman But I know what's inside it! There, see? A lot of wooden bricks like kids play My husband's a london today especially to buy them for our sons You can't just believe me now, Sergeant! Don't think I can, Mom, I'll take another nap round Where does this door lead to? My bedroom! You won't find nothing in there!
Oh, we'll look just the same Hello Blood stains on this window, Edge Fresh blood stains How'd you account for that? Well, I don't know nothing about it The window overlooks the room and just where the water's good and deep too Nice place to tip a body out here, come here, you! Have I done nothing? You've got blood stains on your right sleeve, what do you got to say about that? I'll cut my finger, sheesh And then I went and opened the window, let her That's how the blood got there You think I was born yesterday? Let's have a look in this chest of drawers Hello Hello, who's close to these? Here are trousers, socks, shoes Yes, everything except the coat, eh? Mrs. Sinclair, will you come in here please, Mum? What have you found, Sergeant? These clothes Are they your husband's mum? Yes, they are! What's happened to Rinsarket? I'm afraid he's met with foul play, Mum And this man knows what it's none of you want to talk I don't know nothing of it! Tell you that, don't you? Well, I'll arrest you in the name of the law and I warn you that anything you say
And so what's in the name of Sergeant Arrested, this cripple beggar? No, I'm not surprised! What have they been able to find out about him? Supposingly little, his name is Hugh Boone And he's a professional beggar, quite successful when I gather His pathetic appearance subtracts great sympathy There's a shock of orange hair and a pale face that is disfigured by a horrible scar Which has twisted the outer edge of his upper lip He was the last man to see him ever until alive, eh? So it would seem, the Laskadown stairs has been cross-examined relentlessly But he swears that he has no knowledge of the crime Oh, you know what's happened? Yes, indeed they have The ebbing tide gave a fresh clue Do you mean some kind of body was washed out? No, his coat What? With every pocket stuffed with pennies and caponies And 31 pennies and 270 caponies to be exact There's no wonder that it had not been swept away by the tide But a human body was a different matter Yes, there's a strong eddy between the house and the wall It seems likely that the weighted coat had remained when the stripped body had been carried away into the river
The other clothes were found in the room Why would the body be dressed in a coat of love? We can only summarize, old chef But supposing that this man boom A clussed nevels and clear through the window and into the river What would he do then? Try and dispose of the tailtail gum Yes, that would be logical, wouldn't it? He would see if the coat and be in the act of throwing it out of the window When it would occur to him that it would float and not sink So he loaded the pockets with coins to make it sink? Right, so But he has little time, but he has helped his couple downstairs When assistant care tried to force her way up He only succeeded in getting a sparrows throwing the coat out when the police arrived on the scene Oh, it seems perfectly feasible Well, they don't do it as a working hypothesis anyway Nevels and care disappeared on Monday And if we still don't know what he was doing in the opium then What happened to him when he was up there? Or where he is now Or where he'll boom that they got with a twisted lip had to do with his disappearance Ah, here we are, our destination Oh, there's a light burning, assistant care must be waiting up for you
Yes, poor woman I hate to return here with no news of our husband But she's been brave, what's an extremely brave We must do everything we can to comfort her Dr. Watson, I'm so grateful that you were able to come down and help your friend Oh, I only hope that I can be of some help, assistant care I see that you have no good news for me to home I'm afraid not No, Ed No Thank heaven for that Mr. Holmes, tell me honestly Do you think this nevel is still alive? Well, I... Thank you now Thank you, then I don't You think he's murdered? Well, I don't say that, but perhaps... And on what day did he meet us there? On Monday Then perhaps, Mr. Holmes, you can explain how I received a letter from you today What, where is the letter from? Here, let me see
This is a very crude writing on the envelope Surely it's not your husband's hand? Hey, what about the writing in the letter, it is Ah, ah, this letter contained an enclosure Yes, there was a ring, he's dignity What does the letter say, Holmes? There is, do not it frighten? All will come well There is a huge error which it takes some little time to rectify, wait in patience And it's time to have all Written in pencil on the fly leaf of a notebook No, what a mark Posted today engraves in by a man of a dirty tongue The flap has been crumpled if I'm not mistaken by a man who has been chewing tobacco My husband must be alive, Mr. Holmes This might be a clever forgery to disobey this offer But the city is ringing As it may have been torn from it To handwriting and then the postmark Might have been written on Monday and only posted today I won't be discouraged, Mr. Holmes Well, I have no wish to discredit you I'm just trying to be practical If your husband is alive and able to write letters Why should he remain away from you? I can't admit He made no special remarks before leaving on Monday
No, none Except to say that he was going to buy the wooden blocks When you saw him at the bar of golden swan domain Was the window open? Yes And he might have called you He might? As I understand it he gave an enough titular cry A call for help Yes, he weighed his hands But it might have been a cry of surprise A astonishment of the unexpected sight You might have caused him to throw up his hand I suppose so And you thought that he was pulled back from the window Yes, because he disappeared so abruptly You might flip back, mind you He might have No, I can't think why One last question Your husband error shown signs of taking opium What? No, never, Mr. Holmes I'm certain the idea would have revoted him Thank you, Mrs. Sinclair As with the principal points I wanted to be clear on And now what's my suggestion for the night we may have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow I hope you both sleep well Good night, Mr. Holmes Doctor Watson Good night, Mrs. Sinclair Keep up your courage Good night, Mrs. Sinclair We must hope for the best
The clouds can write out No, I should not venture to say that danger is over You'll hear the rest of Dr. Watson's story in just a second So I'm just going to remind you that When you back at Patrick's California Sherry You have a choice of two kinds of Sherry You can choose Patrick's regular Sherry Or if you prefer your Sherry dry You know, not sweet As for Patrick's pale dry Sherry They're both fine wines And if you don't know which you prefer Don't buy one, buy two Buy them both and try them both And remember this Patrick's Sherry is the perfect all round, all occasion wine It's good before dinner, after dinner At cocktail time and anytime Just be sure you'll get Patrick Patrick's Sherry Well, Dr. Watson, you and the great Sherry
I call him certainly deserved a good night's rest Did you get it? I did, Mr. Biltel But Holmes made no attempt to sleep As soon as we retire upstairs He'd done the blue silk dressing gown And then wondered about the room collecting pillows from his bed Cushions from the sofa and the armchairs With these, he constructs the sort of eastern divan And which first himself cross-slagged With an ounce of shag to backhoe And a box of matches laid out in front of him He was all set for a session of thinking, I guess Oh, boy In the dim light of the lamp, I saw him sitting there And no bra pipe clenched in his teeth His eyes fixed vacantly on a corner of the ceiling The blue smoke curling up from him Silent, motionless So he sat as I dropped off the sleep And so he sat when I wake into the morning To find the summer sun shining to the room The pipe was still between his lips The smoke still curled upward And the room was full of a dense tobacco haze But nothing remained of the heap of shag Which I'd seen on the screen this night Watson
Wake Watson What does this? 20 minutes past four How long have you been there? Well, chap, I had to think I couldn't alarm my brain the luxury of sleeping You came from morning drive I'll get dressed Good No one's stirring yet, but I know where the stable boy sleeps I'll have the faucet wrap up in no time at all Oh, who are you going? The present The visit you've won The man with a twisted lip Holmes, you're You're unusually excited What's up? What's on your mind? I want to test a little theory I think Watson that you are now standing in the presence Of one of the most absolute fools in Europe I deserve to be kicked from here to churning cross But I think I have the key to the affair Oh, what is it? In the bathroom Why are you joking? No, I've just been there to remove this It's in my coat pocket now, I can get dressed all chap And we'll drive into the prison and see whether my key fits the lock
Oh, good morning, Mr. Holmes Doctor Watson Good morning You're a couple of early birds and I must say Yes, Constable, we are searching for the proverbial word Who's on duty? Inspector Brightstreet, sir Oh, oh, here he is now Good morning, Badstreet Oh, oh, oh, Mr. Holmes Good morning, Doctor Good morning, Inspector What can I do for you, gentlemen? Are you called about who boon the beggar man who is chopped With being concerned of the disappearance of Mr. Neville St. Claire? Are you having here? Yes, Mr. Holmes, he's in the cells I'll take you to him Follow me, will you, gentlemen? Thank you What kind of a prisoner has he been? Inspector? Oh, he hasn't given us any trouble He's a dirty devil It's as much as we can do to make him wash his hands His face is as black as a ticker He has an aversion to washing, has he? Yes, Mr. Holmes Well, once his face has been settled, he'll have a regular prison bath And when you see him, I think you'll agree with me that he needs it And there we are This is his cell
And he's still asleep Lord, what a... What a... Fulfill, possible infaller Yes, he's a beauty, isn't he? What's going, Mr. Holmes? Please, Inspector Well, he certainly needs a wash Yes, I had an idea that he might... That's why I brought the sponge along and I thought Oh, so that was the key that you found in the bathroom Oh, he ought to have found anyone, Mr. Holmes, and no mistake What did you bring a sponge along for? I'm sure he was the only water in the cell Hey, in the jug, on the table there Yes, I set the sponge in the water so and then applied to the prisoner's face So... Which scot is complexion, three shades lighter underneath? And the scot is let to disappear Oh, you're doing too much I'll take this mop of bread here, and I think we'll find it a way Yes, cover it That's right Ah, let me introduce you to Mr. Nibble's st. Claire, a plea in the county of Kent Good Lord, Mr. Holmes, Mr. Missing Man, alright? I recognize him from the photographs, alright?
I'm Neville Sinter, what am I charged with? We're making a way with Mr. Neville's st. Oh, no, you can't be charged with that This will make a case of attempted suicide of it Well, since I'm the Missing Man and it's obvious that no crime has been committed And therefore I'm illegally detained No crime, but a very great error has been committed You would have done better to have trusted your wife There wasn't only my wife, it was a children I could better have known that their father was a common beggar Now you've exposed me, what can I do? Well, if you leave it to court of law and declare this matter up So you can have devoid newspaper publicity, but if you're perfectly honest with us now I'm sure the Inspector and Mr. Holmes won't be too hard on you No, Mr. Sanklair, Inspector Bradstreet will, I'm sure I make notes on the information that you give us And submit them to the proper authorities, but now sir, your story please Why have you been posing as you boon of crippled together the twisted lip? Well, it's a simple enough story Some years ago I was a newspaper reporter One day my editor wanted an article on begging in the London Metropolis
But you thought the best way to get your effect was to scare yourself as a beggar Yes, I'd been an actor in my use in it It wasn't hard for me to adopt a convincing disguise But that was the point where all my troubles started On that first day I sat in the London streets I found to my amazement that I received no less than 26 shillings and fort honors As much as your weekday salary as a reporter I imagined Yes, Mr. Holmes Well, you can imagine how hard it was to settle down to Arduous work at two pound a week When I knew that I could earn as much in a couple of days by smearing my face with paint Laying my cap on the ground and sitting still Only one man knew my secret The last guy at the bar of gold enough as one to blame Yes, Mr. Holmes Every morning I had a merge from there dressed as a beggar And in the evenings I returned and transformed myself into a well-dressed man about time The fatso was well paid for his rooms And I knew that my secret was safe in his position When you got married you couldn't bring yourself to confide in your wife, I suppose
No, I couldn't My wife knew that I had a business in the city She little knew what When you saw your wife from the window last Monday You quickly changed back into the character of the beggar I suppose Yes, Mr. Holmes, of course And then waited my coat and threw it into the river Well, I don't think there's anything else I need to explain Is the gentleman One point, the signet ring that you sent your wife Where are we? I knew that she'd be worried So I gave it to the last guy at a moment when no constables watching me Together with a hastily scribbled note Only reached her last night, Mr. Sinclair Last night? Oh, Catherine What a dreadful week she must have spent And the police have been watching that last guy He probably found it difficult to post the letter for you without being spotted Yes, I would imagine he gave it to a sailor customer of his to post A sailor who chewed tobacco and had a dirty thumb Yes, I think all the ends are tied up in a leak Now, when last question, Mr. Sinclair Have you ever been prosecuted for begging?
Oh, many times, but what was affine to me? It's got the stop here and now, Mr. Sinclair If the picture asks this thing up There must be no more of you boon the beggar I swear it And you must tell your wife the truth and watch If you've done that a long time ago, you'd have stayed both of yourselves A very great deal of miseries I shall tell her everything Well, Mr. Holmes, we're very much obliged to you If I haven't cleared this matter up I wish I knew, are you reached your results, though? Well, in this case, my good inspector I reach them by sitting upon fine pillows and consuming an ounce of shag into their clothes I only wish that all my problems might be solved So come to them Doctor, that was some story Imagine arresting a man for committing a murder and then finding out that he's the fellow who's supposed to be dead
You said it Boy, being a detective sure has its surprises Nothing like that ever happens to me Come, come, come, come, come, come One would believe to hear you talk that you need a very uneventful life Oh, but I do, Doctor, I do Why, I never get any surprises Look, I tell our friends that petri wine is always good wine And what happens? Oh, what does happen? Everybody agrees it's good wine, that's bad Well, it just got to be After all, the petri family has been making wine for generations Wine making is their heritage A heritage passed on down from father to son, from father to son, from generation to generation The petri family knows full well the art of turning luscious, sunlight and grapes into fragrant, delicious wine And because the making of petri wine is a family affair You can be sure that the name petri on a bottle of wine really stands for something It's your assurance that every drop of wine in that bottle is good wine
No matter what type wine you prefer You'll never go wrong with a petri wine Because petri took time to bring you good wine Well, Doctor Watson, what new Sherlock Holmes adventure are you planning to tell us next week? Well, now let me see Next week, next week, Mr. Bartel, I'm going to tell you a weird story of violence And a sudden death of struck without warning I call it the strange adventure The uneasy, easy chair The night Sherlock Holmes adventure was adapted by Dennis Green and Anthony Boucher From Sartre the Conan Doyle story, a man with the twisted lip
Music is by Dean Foster Mr. Rathbone appears through the courtesy of Metropolitan Mayor And Mr. Bruce through the courtesy of Universal Pictures Where they are now starring in the Sherlock Holmes series Petri wine company of San Francisco, California Invite you to tune in again next week, same time, same station Sherlock Holmes comes to you from our Hollywood studios This is Harry Bartel saying, night for the petri found
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