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Present the world's most famous detective, Sherlock Holmes.
Our stories are based upon the character of Sherlock Holmes created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Sherlock Holmes is portrayed by John Stanley, Dr. Watson by Alfred Shirley, and the dramatizations are by Edith Meiser.
And so tonight we make our way through a cold November rain to the cheerful, fireless study of our old friend, Dr. John Watson.
You know Mr. Harris, I'm surprised and delighted to hear you mention my given name.
Everyone of course knows that Holmes first name is Sherlock, but to most people I'm just Dr. Watson.
To hear them talk you might think I'd never been christened, but to draw up your chair to the fire.
It feels good to get in out of the wet, Dr. Only a Sherlock Holmes adventure could lure me out in the night like this.
That's exactly what I used to say in the old, big, astute days Mr. Harris.
Yes, it brings some mind, the case that looked like a neat little murder in tough knelt park.
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And now Dr. Watson to get back to the neat little murder and tough little part.
As a matter of fact, Holmes and I just missed being eyewitnesses to the shooting.
It was a night when the century was very young.
A night very much like tonight.
Rain with a bit of mist mixed in for good measure.
Holmes and I were taking slight constitutional.
You mean you were walking on a night like this for pleasure, Dr?
Well, you were out walking Mr. Harris to relieve the tension.
It had been raining for four days.
From Monday to Thursday, I doubt where it ceased for a moment.
When for the fourth time after pushing my chair back from the breakfast table,
I saw the heavy brown swirl condensing in oily drops on the window of pains.
I was ready to jump out of my skin.
Can't say I'll blame you.
Holmes nerves were irreposable and were shaped in mine.
He paced around all lamplets sitting room like a cage d'animal,
cursing under his breath in a fever of suppressed energy.
Finally as evening drew in, he proclaimed he was going out for exercise
if he had to swim in the gutters.
We don't caps and alsters, and after a certain amount of acrimonious discussion,
I persuaded Holmes into his overshoes and muffler.
For half an hour we stowed the streets in silence.
Little by little, our nerves relaxed, and our pace slackened.
By the time we started a toss, cut me out park, Holmes was feeling almost able.
Nothing of interest in today's papers, I suppose Watson?
Oh, only news of the revolution, the possible war and an impending change of government.
Common place, Mario Watson.
Yes, the London criminal, certainly a dull fellow.
The fee for murderer could roam London on a night like this,
as the tiger does his jungle, unseen to the punters,
and they never did only to his victims.
Well, there have been a few petty thefts, petty thefts,
pick pockets and handkerchiefs, netches.
The stage is set for something somber, sinister, violent.
Oh, I do wish you wouldn't run on like that, Holmes.
At least until we reach the other side of the park,
it can come in a dark in here tonight.
Yes, I was wondering if you've noticed that, Watson?
There should be a street lamp along here somewhere.
Either the lamp lighters neglected to light it off.
Hello, here's the lamp post.
This glass scattered on the pavement. The light's been put out.
Watson, you heard that.
It sounds like someone's shooting.
Let's be accurate Watson, there were two gunshots.
The second, I think, was particularly...
Holmes, Holmes, here comes a woman.
She's running along the path, she's terrified.
Here! Someone, here!
It's not me, madam, can I be a assistant?
I'm Sherlock Holmes.
Hey, Kevin, you're just a man I need.
It's murder.
Where?
Up ahead there, there's an open circular space with a fountain.
And you head all around.
I was walking towards it, when I saw a man rise up out of the bushes.
He shot at someone, sitting on a bench in front of the fountain.
And then he disappeared.
In which direction?
I don't know.
Oh, please, please save the man third.
I'll get a doctor, I'll be right back.
It won't be necessary.
My friend here is a medical man.
And judging by your cap and cape, you're not
undercreated with a medical profession yourself.
No, I meet you at the St. John Christian Firmary.
Excellent. Come with us, we may need your assistance.
But shouldn't someone go for the police?
We mustn't let the murderer get away.
My dear Mrs.
Mrs. Sydney.
My dear Mrs. Sydney.
The first thing is to ascertain if it really is murder we're dealing with.
Well, the first thing is Holmes, if you'll pardon my saying so,
is to save the victim's life if we can.
And here Watson, for one side, agree with you.
Come along.
Come along.
Thomas, Thomas, I'm short.
Here he is Watson, on the ground beside the bench.
Holmes likes some matches so I can have a look at him.
Good God.
Good God.
It's Superintendent Jackas.
He's Nick. He's been shot in the neck.
Here's some afraid, it's serious.
Matching.
A few?
I'm glad.
Have them get me to the St. John Firmary.
He's right.
We have to operate.
Hurry, Mrs. Sydney.
Tell them to send the ambulance and the stretcher.
Robert!
Robert, what happened?
Oh, Robert!
What have they done to you?
No, he...
Oh, where are you?
I was here.
I came as quickly as I could.
They wouldn't let me off to you, if he...
No, they never mind that.
Go get help.
Tell them to bring the ambulance.
Oh, no, no, I want to stay with him.
And what good would you be?
Just a probationer?
And the one he needs now.
To the love of hidden someone, girl,
we've got to get the bullet out of him.
He's beating himself away.
Oh, my dog!
Oh, my dog!
Oh, my dog!
Please don't let him die!
I think she's a nurse.
What does she know?
What does she know about anything?
What's in many more wounds beside the one in the neck?
Great Scott.
No, that's enough, isn't it?
But there were two shots.
We heard two shots, Watson.
Don't bother me now, Holmes.
Can't you see I'm busy?
He was sitting on the bench.
The bullet entered from the front.
The shot was fired from this direction.
That's right, Mr. Holmes.
The man came out of the bushes from over there.
He took two steps.
And then I saw the plane spurt our citadel over.
One so twice.
Well, I don't.
Well, that is once.
I'm sure it was only once.
It was so shortly.
Oh, George MacGowell.
That's what it is, Captain.
The dark over there.
I mean, how do we meet all afternoon?
I thought I'd shaken him off.
I wouldn't have kept it,
be pointing with Nelly.
Here I was in danger.
Vinny died.
So his cap came out of the bush.
Did you say anything? Did he threaten you?
No.
Didn't say anything.
Just shot me.
What did his face look like if he came towards you?
Oh.
Leave him alone.
Can't you leave him alone?
Yes, sir.
Don't try to talk.
Save your training.
Every day I come here.
Thank him for that.
It won't be long now, isn't it?
He's in here.
We brought the ambulance as close as we could
at the path as much to narrow.
Never mind the excuses, Nelly.
Bring the structure over here.
Yes, ma'am.
Come on there.
All right. Down, George.
That's right, George.
Easy, easy.
I'll take the shoulders and the head.
I brought the ransom.
You'll keep away from him.
Done enough harm already.
Nelly, no.
Come on.
Carry him to the ambulance.
Careful.
Keep that.
Oh, he's taking you fools.
You've got his head lower than his feet.
Watson, when you finished operating,
be sure to save me the bullet.
I'm not interested in adding to your grisly souvenirs.
I'm not asking for a souvenir.
Watson, I'm demanding evidence.
Be sure I get that bullet.
So, my fault.
I shouldn't have said I'd meet him here tonight.
I knew old George had spettin' Dr. Jeffers
when he was released today.
Who is old George, Miss Nelly?
And what did he have against the superintendent?
Well, nothing, really.
George McGown is just a tragic old man
who drank too much and couldn't get on with his family.
His daughter stood it as long as she could.
And then, she had him committed.
I see.
The first few days were pretty bad.
He had details, you know.
And he kept yelling for his revolver to protect himself.
Fortunately, Dr. Jeffers had taken the gun away from him
when old George arrived.
That's when he first took a dislike to Dr. Jeffers.
And even after he was better, he went on hating him.
Is Dr. Jeffers generally disliked?
Oh, no.
He's wonderful.
That is...
Well, I suppose it is strict.
But you have to be.
If you're in charge of a place like St. Pancras.
You wouldn't buy any chance to be prejudiced.
Well, I...
Perhaps I am.
Just a bit.
It's a secret.
But...
Well, Dr. Jeffers and I are engaged to be married.
Yes, I gather as much.
Tell me, Miss Nelly.
Does anyone else suspect this attachment?
Oh, no.
I'm sure no one does.
Dr. Jeffers is most particular.
None of the other nurses should find out.
He said it would be bad for hospital discipline.
I see.
Tell me.
What did Dr. Jeffers do with Mr. McGowan's revolver
when he took it away from him?
Oh, he put it in the safe.
That's what they always do with the patient's vegetables
when they arrive.
They handed back, of course, when the patient is discharged.
You say George McGowan was discharged today?
Yes, sir.
At 10 o'clock this morning.
Did Dr. Jeffers return his revolver?
Oh, no, sir.
That was what they had to rob about.
That and all George's cap.
Hey, there you are.
I've been waiting in this harbour for me discharged.
Well, here it is, George.
And how many times I have to tell you to take that cap off
when you're in the house?
I'm wearing my bonnet because I'm ready to go.
Very well, then.
It's you who goes straight home,
so dropping in, is any pub on the way, mind you?
Yes.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Have you yet to get my pack for pistol?
Don't you think you're a better off without it?
Who's to be the judge of that?
I brought it with me from Graski.
Well, you're not going to get it.
If you're going to stand here arguing,
take off that dirty cap.
It's no a dirty cap.
This may find scotch upon it.
Mr. McGowan can't resist.
I've kept it on in the presence of better men than you be.
That's where you do, George.
I'm not allowed to talk to the superintendent like that.
Oh, I hate that.
Matron, you and your nurses may be daft over this doctrine.
But you better look out for all George.
I'll get even with Mr. Superintendent Jeffers in my cell last thing I do.
I begged Dr. Jeffers to be careful, but he just laughed.
He said that the doctor was going to worry about all the patients
that took a dislike to him.
He'd better give up medicine.
What do you think they'll be able to save his life?
Dr. Jeffers, I mean.
Unfortunately, my dear Dr. Watson is a much better surgeon than he is a detective.
Your friend is in good hand.
Dr. Watson, why then?
Then you must be the great Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
Haven't you guessed?
Well, no, I suppose I was so upset.
And then the light here so dim tonight.
Oh, I can rarely see that peak cap of yours.
Yes, Dr. Jeffers says it would Mr. McGowan have shot him.
But I suspect all he saw in this light was a Scottish bonnet.
I rather imagine that was why the street lamp was extinguished.
Of course.
Old George hoped to get away without being recognized at all.
I wonder.
What are you looking for, Mr. Holmes?
Confound this rain, it's ground my match.
We'll try another.
Here I'll hold my cape over it.
Thanks.
Yes, that's better.
No footprints on this gravel confound it.
Yes, hello.
Here we are, just as I expected.
Right here on the ground under the you head.
A trifle water lawn, but still recognizable.
Oh, that's old George, his cap.
He must have lost it in the excitement.
And look, there on the ground, Mr. Holmes.
There is revolver, too.
Don't touch it.
Whatever you do, don't touch it.
Don't want any unnecessary fingerprints.
I'll handle it with my muffler.
Good thing Watson bullied me into wearing it.
It comes in useful after all.
Although what fingerprints we have are probably very smeared.
The gun has recently been discharged.
Yes, only one chamber has been emptied.
Interesting, very interesting.
But Mr. Holmes, Dr. Joseph is only one moon.
Right, right.
Two shots were fired, however.
I heard them myself.
But I don't understand.
I'm not sure I do either.
That is not entirely.
That I have a few rather definite suspicions,
which I shall endeavour to confirm.
How would you do that, Mr. Holmes?
By means of some experiments with this revolver,
and with a bullet, Dr. Watson is even now
removing from the neighborhood of your fiancé's jugular vein.
Yes, suppose we get along to some pancreas infirmary.
I'm counting on you to procure me some rather important information.
Anything I can do, Mr. Holmes, anything at all.
You can look through the files and get me Mr. McGowan's home address.
I think a visit to his daughter is indicated.
Let's see, 17 Berberin mutes.
17 years, here we are.
Laugh a day in the little villa.
I will.
What do you want?
Mr. McGowan, I presume.
I wonder if I might speak to your father for a moment.
No, you can't.
You didn't be afraid I'd come to harm him.
In fact, I think if you'll let me talk to him now
before the orphanage is arrived.
Once you're too late, Holmes,
you'll not be playing ducks and drakes for the law this time.
Well, well, if it isn't for Strard,
the super snooper of Scotland Yacht.
You can laugh, Mr. Sherlock Holmes,
but this is one time you don't need your assistance.
I'm here to arrest George McGowan
for the murder of Superintendent Jeffers of St. Pancreas infirmary.
You mean to say he's dead?
There, but for what the majorant tells me he will be the foremorning.
So I've come for arrest his murderer.
Don't you think you may be underrating both Dr. Watson and myself?
Oh, sir.
The superintendent may pull through,
and it's just possible McGowan is not the man who shot him.
Oh, no.
Superintendent Jeffers, Hoyin.
The majorant says you found McGowan's cap and revolver,
a web-least exotherer on the scene of the crime.
What's more, and I've got the bullet they took out of Jeffers neck.
Possibly?
But what makes you think the bullet was fired from that particular revolver?
Well, it's the right size and caliber that's enough for me.
Furthermore, the young nurse tells me
you made off with the gun and the cap.
I'd thank you to end him over.
I'm so sorry, but I can't, you know.
Not until I've conducted a few rather important experiments.
So I've struck to the law, and that's what it is.
You've overstepped yourself as tie-downs and no mistake.
I'll have a warm swan out for your first thing in the morning.
Aren't you forgetting the real purpose of your visit here?
What's that?
The after-hending of your so-called murder on Mr. George McGowan.
I don't need you to remind me of a duty.
Now I'm in this.
Tell your father I want to see it.
He needs you.
Well, you can't.
But why not?
Because I didn't come home.
And if you had a set-year bond with you,
go and look for an high-end drunk and some publisher mail helps.
But we'll be in Texas for it, like you know.
Why didn't the keep him in the hospital till it was cured, eh?
And why don't you smart, Alex?
Main your own business.
I love both of you.
It seems Ms. McGowan has put us both in the same class.
Congratulations, Ms. Claude.
You've been promoted.
You've grown to blazes.
And another thing.
You bring that cap and that revolver down to the yard
first thing in the morning, eh?
And I'll see you put the hang bars.
You've made your little ultimatum, Ms. Claude.
Now I'll make mine.
You bring that bullet.
They took out of Dr. Jeffers' neck around the 221 B Baker Street
before midnight tonight.
But I'll make you the laughing stock of London.
Oh, let's bluff.
You're bluff.
Possibly.
We'll kill the start.
I'll stake my reputation that that bullet was not fired from McGowan's gun.
You can bring a warrant with the bullet.
If I'm wrong, you can arrest me for trying to conceal evidence.
Pretty sure, yes, sir.
All right, it's a deal.
I'll bring the warrant and the handcuffs.
All right, George.
The coast's clear.
You can come out for behind the rain barrel.
Thank you, sir.
Well, you'll be for no turning me in.
Don't mention it.
Oh, just one thing.
Tell me the truth, George.
Did you shoot Superintendent Jeffers tonight in Tuft-No Park?
So help me, sir.
I don't know.
I followed him all afternoon.
But it was that wet and aurora
had to stop in now and again for a wee drop.
And pretty soon I was in a bit of a fogger, you might say.
So I don't want to write a remember what happened.
When I come to, I was lying in the gutter with my bonnet gun.
I'm a hand here covered with blood.
He could be me in blood, sir.
I've got a nasty cut over my left eye.
Let's hope it is your own blood, George.
If it's not, we should both end up in jail.
Oh, what's in the name of commons?
Since you think you're doing it.
Shooting?
Yes, that's obvious.
I may say it was obvious the moment I turned the corner of Maribone Road.
What's the idea of target practice this hour of the night?
This is not target practice, Watson.
You'll notice I'm shooting into a large cylinder filled with cotton wool.
To the little experiment whereby I hope to convince in speculative strut
that Baker Street is more satient than Scott and Yard.
Oh, that, if I'm not mistaken, is the minion of the law in person?
Oh, I'll go down.
Don't bother Watson, I told Mrs. Hudson we were expecting a midnight call,
or she'll let him in.
Yes, 12 o'clock.
Come in, Lestrade.
Come in, your front is itself.
Where are those?
I brought the bullet.
And the end coach.
Fair enough.
Now here, take this chair here by the microscope.
I'll turn the lamp up a little higher.
Now then, you can give Dr. Watson the bullet.
He extracted from Dr. Jeffers neck and allowed him to place it under the lens.
All right, but...
No, I keep thinking, man.
Oh, really?
By the way, Dr. Watson now is the victim.
Did you pull in through?
Well, I'm dead, someone is interested.
I left Dr. Jeffers resting quietly, thank you.
Holmes never thought to inquire.
My dear Watson, I have every confidence in your medical ability.
No, what I'm really curious about is the pattern of the marks on this bullet.
Pardon me, will I focus the lens?
Yes, now let's see.
I thought so.
I thought so.
You may know when you're talking about Dr. Watson,
but I'm completely in the dark.
How about you?
How confess, Lestrade, I'm quite frequently in your predicament.
But it's also childishly simple.
This bullet could not possibly have been fired from George McGowan's revolver.
The bore patterns are entirely different.
Oh, what's your even about?
Yeah, look in the microscope while I explain in words of one syllable.
And looking, your head.
Notice the pattern of lines, falls, and scratches on that bullet.
Fix them well in your mind.
All right, I'm doing it.
A few years ago, Lestrade, I persuaded Scotland Yard
to take up the science of fingerprinting.
Fingerprints are now recognized the one-shore method of identification.
No two sets of fingerprints can possibly be alike.
Grought it.
I'd like to introduce you to the science of ballistics.
Lestrade, what's that?
Every gun that's capable of firing a bullet
leaves on that bullet a pattern of its own.
The pattern that's as individual as a man's fingerprints
and is incapable of duplication.
Now Watson, if you'll dig one of the bullets
fired from Mr. McGowan's Webley,
out of that cotton wool.
All right.
We'll have a look at it under the microscope.
Here you are, Holmes.
The start.
You memorize the pattern made by the killer's revolver on the bullet.
Now, have a look at this one, fired from old George's gun.
Well, it's Scotch all right.
They're different.
Different is night of day.
Therefore, the Webley did not fire the shot
that was supposed to kill the superintendent,
and McGowan is not the potential killer.
But look here, Holmes.
You just had to look at the second bullet yourself.
What made you so sure earlier this evening
that McGowan wasn't guilty?
Now, for one thing the state was too carefully set.
Why was the street lamp extinguished?
So Jeffers couldn't really recognize the person
who wore McGowan's cap.
Why were both the cap and the revolver
left at the scene of the crime to incriminate old George?
Fortunately to pay him, McGowan was the one person
who couldn't possibly have fired the Webley,
because it was carefully locked in the hospital safe.
But who could have taken it from the state?
Almost any of the offices of the hospital staff.
I imagine that I would have refined out which one.
By paying a return visit to the hospital as proud.
Whoever fired that shot will be quite chagrin to learn
it wasn't fatal.
I rather suspect a second attempt will be made
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He's on the ground floor over there
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Good. The windows partly open.
You should be able to stand behind those bushes
and see and without being observed.
Come along the side.
I'm in common.
Quiet, you two.
Here we are.
We could see over the sill.
Nurse has her back turned, if you won't notice.
Everything seems to be quiet enough.
Jeff has just moved his hand.
He's coming out of the ether, I imagine.
Connor looks out.
Quiet, the door's opening.
It's the majorum.
She's coming in with a glass of something in her hand.
I brought him to the mourn greatness.
Why don't you go have your supper now?
There's a kettle boiling in the pantry.
I'll sit with him for a while.
Nurse, he's leaving.
Your the majorum smoothen out the covers.
Robert.
Robert.
Can you hear me?
He's opening his eyes.
You're going to live Robert.
They saved you.
I sought death.
I was the one that found you.
It weren't for me.
You'd have fled today.
You were a fool to throw me over for that young nurse.
Majorum.
Life is like that.
Couldn't help it.
We love each other.
Going to be married.
Sorry.
Don't worry about it.
What is to be is to be.
Here.
Bring this.
To make you feel better.
Jeffress, don't touch that glass.
What are you doing here?
It came back to prevent you from making a second attempt on Dr. Teppel's life
and to find out why you made the first.
And help the stride over the sill before he strangles himself.
Yes, Majorum.
You've just given us the strongest motive that exists for murder.
Jealousy.
You think you're smart, Mr. Holmes.
You can't prove anything.
You'll never find my fingerprints on any revolver.
And you'll never find the revolver.
Mr. Lestrade here knows you can't confict anyone without proof.
I think the contents of that glass will prove you tried to murder Dr. Jeffress.
Take the glass away from on the stride.
Quick before she left you.
Good Lord.
You have drank it, Holmes.
I drank it yourself.
Oh, there was nothing, Holmes, or I could do, Mr. Harris.
That glass contained a very lethal dose of plastic acid.
She was dead inside of two minutes.
Good Lord.
Tell me, Dr. Watson, when did Sherlock Holmes first suspect the victim of trying to kill Dr. Jeffress?
Almost at once, or perhaps I should say, from the moment we entered the circle of you hedge that surrounded the fountain.
You may not know it, Mr. Harris, but a good English you hedge is as infinitable as a big wall and much more impossible to scale.
There was only one interest to that circle.
The one through which the patron ran practically into our arms.
Nobody else could have passed without us seeing him.
Consequently, nobody else was in the circle with Dr. Jeffress when he was shot.
It had to be the matron who fared the revolver.
Who fared the two revolvers, I should say.
The one to incriminate George McGowan and the other to do the job.
Thank you, Dr. Watson.
And now, what is in store for us for next week?
Next week, well, now let me see.
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