Sherlock Holmes - Accidental Murder

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And now for the weekly visit with our good friend and host, Dr. Watson. Tonight, we find him on the stage at the Paramount Theatre in Hollywood. Good evening, Dr..

Good evening, Mr. Bartel. If you want a victory bond, you're welcome.

I have, Dr.. Now, what's the recipe for tonight's new Sherlock Holmes adventure?

Now, let me see. Take equal parts of beautiful English countryside and black filleting. Mix them, add a dash of romance, a sprinkling of danger, season well with the usual theatrical condiments.

And you have the case of the accidental murderous sounds like a tasty dish. How did the story begin, Dr?

On a beautiful summer day in 1895, Holmes had just concluded his famous investigation of the sudden death of Cardinal Fusca.

And Quare, which was carried out at the express desire of his illness, the Pope.

And in consequence, the great man felt that a couple of weeks rest in the hot white show would be a pleasant change after our rather strenuous adventures in Italy.

And so, Mr. Bartel, we went to Stratford, on Avery.

Oh, the form of Shakespeare, huh?

Quite right, my boy. As a matter of fact, that was the reason that decided us to go there.

Holmes was a great lover of the drama, you know? And at the time my story begins, the Shakespearean festival was in full swing.

For the first week, our life there was calm and peaceful.

During the day time, we visited the local pieces of interest, such as Anne Hathaway's cottage and Shakespeare's birthplace.

And the evening found us at the theatre.

It was on a Tuesday, I remember, during our second week's stay at the club of Gan.

Holmes and I had gone for a walk through the nearby forest of Avery.

He was in unusually good spirits that morning.

And there was a distinct, I mean, uncle, in his eye as he said,

what do you, for one side, begin to wish that I were a man of wealth.

Oh, and what makes you say that, Holmes?

The beauty of this place all follow.

I'm perfectly certain, like, they're happy and retirement here.

It's rather depressing to think that in a week or two, the solid necessity of making moneyable demand my return to Baker Street and the world of criminals.

No, I must say that in an environment like this, it's too little hard to think of crime.

How does the old saying go?

Where every prospect fees is, and only man is vile.

Yes, but Shakespeare puts it even better, oh, Chef.

Oh, I know what he said.

Oh, so you remember the speech, and as you like it, we saw the deductions tonight to go.

Oh, I don't remember the speech. How did it go?

In this setting, it's really remarkably opposite.

One of these words more free from Bill than the end-guest court.

Here feel we, but the penalty of Adam.

The season's difference.

But you remember, sweet to the uses of adversity,

which like the toe-duggy and venomous wears in precious duality's head.

And this our light exempt from public heart, finds tongues and frees, books in the running books,

sermons in thumbs and good in everything.

I would not change it.

So you read that much from the fellow on the stage, you know, man?

Don't tell me I adopted the wrong profession, Watson.

No, wait a minute.

Passing to end here, nothing the dentistry is ahead of us.

There's another path over there. I think it leads down to the river.

Then let's follow it.

The abin is over there.

Sixth scot, that result.

Oh, Holmes, Holmes, you heard?

Ah, here's something I am.

Bulletin, my shoulder.

I think it's only grazed it.

Oh, get off, I'll kill quickly. That's how it looks.

There's only a scratch.

First, let's find out where it was fired from.

I had the thought of a bullet in the tree behind me.

Yes, here we are.

Give me a pen knife, I'll follow William.

Hey, what?

Thanks.

Do you suppose that that shot was deliberate?

Well, I can't imagine someone mistaking me for a rabbit, Watson.

And by the way, I've lived a curious echo to the shot.

I don't know what you noticed it.

Uh-huh.

Here's the bullet.

Now let me see.

I was standing there.

A line from this bullet hole in the tree,

the spot where I was standing,

would indicate that the shot was fired

from that cluster of trees of the bear.

Come on, Watson.

Let's see what a search discloses.

I wish you'd let me look at that show,

before you start galloping all over the countryside, Holmes.

You're bleeding quite profusely.

Oh, plenty of time to look at it.

Hello.

Look over there.

A man and woman running towards us across the clearing.

Yes, and carrying guns.

Yes, it looked as if it was an extra straw.

Was anyone there?

Yes, sir.

My friend was hit in the shoulder.

Oh, my dreadful.

It's not a bad wound, is it?

It's only a scratch, madam.

I hope.

But if with the blood on your coat?

Well, just, um, how did this, uh, well, this accident happen, sir?

Well, we were, we were out rabbit shooting.

I was teaching my wife to use a rifle.

Sir, I saw a rabbit scurry across the clearing.

I raised the rifle and fired.

It seemed to me, Jeffy, that as I did, so you joked my arm.

Yes, I'm afraid I did, Alice.

I was going to fire, too.

But as I raised my rifle, I joked at your elbow and sent your shot wild.

I can't tell you how sorry I am, sir.

Here, here's my card.

Of course, we'll take care of any expenses that may be in favor.

Oh, what's the thing to do with the pilot?

How much damage has been done?

You'd better take your coat off, old fella.

I, uh, I don't know if I can.

Oh, he, he's badly hurt.

No, it, it's just that...

The man changed it.

Oh, this is better.

I have a horse and trap down the road.

And give me a hand with him, will you?

I must get him to a hospital as fast as possible.

Holmes, Holmes, you feeling any better?

Has the nurse gone?

Yes, yes, yes, she's bringing the house surgeon.

And the, uh, man and his wife down in the hospital waiting room.

Oh.

I followed their name.

It's Markham.

Then we're alone.

Yes, yes, yes, you're so full of it.

And that case, I can stop behaving as if I were a death's door.

Holmes, you mean that you...

You sham that collapsed your soul?

Yes, I did once.

Well, there's family.

There's a little video shot.

My shoulders can fogged it paintfully, I assure you.

Well, I'm sure it is.

But what made you pretend to faint?

I recognize this, Mrs. Markham.

And I think you recognize me.

It's important to assume I'm out of action for a while.

Oh?

Mrs. Markham.

Well, Mrs. Markham is, um, in reality, the notorious Mrs. Dangerfield.

You remember the danger to a case?

Dangerful?

Great.

Come.

Yes.

She was tried for the murder of her husband by polysmingles.

Yes, she was all that on.

She put a quid in the jury to sign it.

She was an habitual arsenic addict who happened to take an accidentful overdose.

So, didn't you have some connection with this?

It was I who tracked down the sale of the arsenic she took to a bot for cosmetic purposes.

Well, if you ask me, that shot at you was no accident.

Oh, of course it wasn't.

I'm certain that I was recognized.

In any case, her record is a bad one.

Prior to our husband's death, it was an episode of which our uncle would killed in a shooting accident on a gross moor in Scotland.

An uncle who left her a large fortune on his death.

Mrs. Dangerfield was a member of the shooting party when the accident happened.

Yes, she was.

And she's something of a femme fatal weapon.

I must plan my actions very cautiously.

I'm up against a dangerous opponent.

Well, you'll have to stay in the hospital until your wounds being examined and graced.

As to follow.

And while the local staff are taking care of that, I want you to shadow the markum.

Of course I will, Holmes.

Stick close to them all below.

Make them believe that I'm going to be kept here for some days.

Find out as much as you can and then report to me.

Right, I'll do my best.

Thanks.

It's awfully kind of you, Mrs. Markham, to insist on having me back to your house for lunch.

My dear doctor Watson, after injuring the famous Mr. Holmes, it's the least I could do.

Of course it is.

Yes, my dear.

Will you bring us some sherry?

It's eight days day off, you know.

Very well, Alice.

Is anyone else coming to lunch?

Only Dennis Romney.

Oh, no.

That fellow sees you live here.

Hello.

Go and get the shirt.

Sit down, won't you, Dr. Watson?

Oh, thank you, madam.

Thank you.

You, um, you say that you think Mr. Holmes will be in the hospital for some day.

I'm afraid so the woman wasn't serious.

She lost quite a bit of blood.

Oh, I feel perfectly grateful about it.

Well, you mustn't blame yourself too much, madam.

It was an accident.

Yes, but I must easily have killed him.

Well, you happened.

And that's all that matters.

Did you say that Dennis Romney was coming to lunch?

Is that the actor, father, from the memorial theater?

Yes.

Have you seen him on the stage?

Yes, yes, yes.

Several times.

Holmes and I have been going to the festival regulars that we came down here.

A fine actor, isn't he?

A shame they're getting such poor ponds.

Why would you do that?

Imagine him letting that frightful bath of bronze play hand at last night.

Well, Dennis only played lair at ease.

Dennis is three times the better actor.

Well, first of all, you...

Yeah.

He's coaching me and acting.

Oh, continue with me.

Yes, he thinks that I may be able to get small part of your next season.

I've always had a great urge to go on the stage, but no one's ever encouraged me before.

Oh, here's definitely.

This show is rather special, Doctor.

Here is Delifonte.

Only a few bottles left.

Oh, it's very nice of you, sir.

Oh, that must be Dennis.

I'll go let him in.

We might as well have a drink.

Your financial help making this actor a little more tolerable.

I take it, Mr. Markham, that you're nothing at my role, Mr. Dennis Romney.

Don't bear him.

He's always quoting Shakespeare and behaving generally

as if he were another having.

He's got Alice completely fooled.

The glass, Doctor.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Thank you.

I want to introduce you to Dr. Watson.

How do you do, Mr. Romney?

How do you do, sir?

Hello, Jeffrey.

Mr. Glaser, Sherry.

Thanks, that'd be very nice.

Are you a disciple of the theatre, Doctor Watson?

Well, hardly a disciple, but I've been attending the festival during the last week.

I enjoyed your performances immensely.

I miss it.

Oh, you may.

So, Doctor, here's your Sherry, Dennis.

Don't be frotty, Jeffrey.

And please, or another, the Dennis is our guest.

Oh, it's all right, Alice.

I know that Jeffrey's bark is a good deal worse than his bark.

And what play are you peering at tonight, Mr. Romney?

King Lear.

I shall once again portray the thankless role of the King of France.

Well, an incredibly bad actor, Basil Grant,

has a multitude of passions to tatters in his rendition of Lear.

Oh, horrible, horrible, most horrible.

I thought he's standing with a cautious last night, Dennis.

Wasn't it?

When he came to his final line, the rest is silence,

as much as I could do to prevent sharing.

I felt rather the same way when you were killed in the duel, Dennis.

Oh, Jeffrey.

You're being intolerably doomed.

Why don't you take Doctor Watson upstairs and show him your butterfly collection,

and at least you'll know what you're talking about.

Are you interested in butterflies, Doctor?

I have quite a rare collection.

Oh, really?

I'd like to see them very much.

Good morning.

I think we just got time before lunch.

Time to bring yourself down with a few better mammals, Jeffrey here.

I'm really quite an easygoing man, Doctor,

but the arrogant that fellow Romney infuriates.

Well, I must say he does seem to have a rather good opinion of himself.

Don't put too much weight on that balcony rail.

It's absolutely full of wormholes,

but part of the attraction of an old house, my wife tells me,

because I've regarded it as confoundingly dangerous.

Yeah, and this is my little museum.

In these cases, I think you'll find some of the finest specimens

of leopard doctor you've ever seen.

It's my hobby, and I may say that with the exception of the natural history museum,

I doubt if you'll find a final collection.

What must have taken you years to collect them?

Yes, many years, many disappointments, and a great deal of patience.

Look at this fellow.

He is my prized specimen, an orthopedic monarchy.

All the American mark.

Beautiful, beautiful.

And this is an admiral.

Oh, it's cool, it's an admiral.

And this is a perfect beehok mark.

And here's an emperor.

Ever see more exquisite markings?

Well, never.

Don't worry, Mr. Markham.

When you capture the butterfly,

how do you kill it without marking it in any way?

With poison.

Oh.

What poison?

Cyanide.

Not arsenic?

If you heard me say cyanide, doctor.

The only reason I mention it isn't a friend of mine collected by the flyers once,

and I'm certain that he always used arsenic to kill them.

You're going to keep talking to arsenic.

You're trying to hinset something.

Oh, my dear fellow, it's just curious at all.

It is.

It's very, very curious, perhaps.

There's the luncheon going.

Let's go downstairs again.

Ah, still, man.

I didn't mean to offend you.

No, of course you didn't.

But my nerves are a little on edge today.

It must be that accident to your friend that's upset him.

I really must get that balcony rail mended.

What is it, sir?

My wife.

Young rob me.

Take me to lunch.

Listen.

But darling, why won't you understand?

How do you say this to them?

Do you think I'd go in that situation?

He's never understood.

Well, doctor.

They say that listeners never hear good of themselves.

You know, sometimes I wonder if my wife wouldn't like me out of the way.

And let's go down to lunch, shall we?

And so, Holmes, that's the story up to now.

A very interesting month or so.

So you think Mrs. Markham is planning to kill our husband, eh?

Oh, it's obvious.

She's in love with the actor for the Dennis Romney.

Her husband's in the way.

And if she doesn't want to use poison this time,

there's a perfect setting for murder

in that crumbling balustrade on the landing.

One push when he wasn't lucky and it'd be the end of him.

No one could prove that you did it.

A charming household.

And Mr. Markham became very evasive, you say, when he was in arsenic.

Yes.

I said it to liberty, of course, to see how he'd react.

If you ask me, he knows that his wife is arstic of ours.

And he was trying to protect her.

If exited your charms efficiently to arrange to see them again, I'd travel.

Well, yes, as long as I have that, taking a picnic key

and going boating on the evening this afternoon, they asked me to defend him.

Of course, I agreed.

I just rushed back here to the hospital to spot you first.

You've done splendidly.

What's splendidly?

Too much of a will.

But I've been so busy telling you what I have found out

that I haven't asked you about you.

I'm final, though, final.

I wanted the house search and discover.

A very interesting fact.

Look in the drawer beside my bed, will you?

Great scottage.

It's a bullet.

A bullet that the house search and removed from my shoulder.

The tree found a bullet in the tree also.

Precisely.

Therefore, two bullets were fired.

But good lord, that means...

It means old chap that we have a dangerous task ahead of us.

Not to solve a matter, but to prevent one.

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And now, Dr. Watson, what happened next?

We left you at Sherlock Holmes' bedside in the hospital.

Did the picnic with Mr. and Mrs. Markham prove an exciting one?

No, no. It was rather unpleasant as a matter of fact.

Three of them kept squabbling all the time.

And just as we were coming home, something unforeseen occurred.

Mr. Markham fell into the river.

Well, pardon the old question, Dr., but did he fall or was he pushed?

It was hard for me to say. I had my back to him when he fell.

Of course, we fished him out and rattled him back home

in a trap as fast we could. He changed his clothes once.

And as we sprung the file a little later,

I could see if he'd caught a chill.

In fact, I recommend him that he go to bed and stay there.

Mrs. Markham agreed with me.

Yes, my dear, I do wish you followed Dr. Watson the bride and go to bed.

For the first time, Alice, I will not go to bed. I'm perfectly alright.

No, it's not thanks to you and Dennis.

What do you mean by that from our Jeffrey?

You know perfectly well what I mean.

It wasn't an accident that I fell in the river just now.

One of you, too, pushed me when I was struggling with the pump pole in the long reed.

Jeffrey, I'll talk it up, eh? Am I?

You were in the boat, Dr. Watson.

Didn't you see what happened?

No, I didn't see her. My back was turned to you when you fell in.

Well, then we'll call it an accident.

An accident that happened by a curious coincidence.

Just where the river is deepest in the reed's thickest.

Jeffrey, I don't like your tone. You can accuse me of anything you like

but when you start suggesting that I was...

Don't like the way I talk to my wife. I suggest that you don't come to my house.

Don't get a scarf, I'm chilly.

Dr. Watson, I...

I'm off to apologize for my husband's behavior.

I don't know what's come over.

Oh, it's quite alright, Mr. Markham. I quite understand.

Well, I wish I did. I don't mind yelling at me,

but he's being so abundantly rude to you, Alice.

The last couple of weeks it's been getting worse than ever.

I know. Ever since we had that argument about the insurance policies, he's been unbearable.

Insurance? Yes, Dr..

We took out quite large policies on each other's lives recently.

You didn't tell me that, Alice?

Well, it was his idea.

And yes, when the insurance came here,

who'd have thought I was forcing him into taking out the policy?

Insurance? Great scot, I...

You what, Dr?

I...

Nothing, it was my...

Not at all.

Sounds as if you don't approve of insurance, sir.

Oh, it's not that wrong there. It's just that I...

Cooking, then, B. I wasn't expecting anyone. Answer the door, Dennis, will you?

Yes.

Oh, sir, as if Jeffer has already done so.

Oh, Alice, we have a visitor.

Holmes, you shouldn't be up.

What do you think, Mrs. Malcolm?

Hello, Watson.

Well, I'm delighted to see you, Mr. Holmes.

So I understood from your friend that you'd be in the hospital for several days.

Constitution of an oxen, the obstinacy of a mule, two characteristics of mine,

have combined in making possible an early departure from the hospital.

How do you do this around me? I think I'll see you at the theatre.

My name is Sherlock Holmes. How do you do, sir?

You stay to suffer, I hope.

If it's not inconvenient, Mrs. Malcolm.

Of course, isn't. I've written a raincoat.

Upon my soul, Holmes, I'm going to see you.

And are you all welcome? Let's take a stroll on the terrace.

Shall I be? It's from the warm inside this evening.

You can go out through the French windows.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Malcolm.

Holmes, are you quite sure, Joe? Well enough to go walking back?

Of course I am.

Mr. Holmes, my latest developments are in the meantime,

I myself have not been idle. Yes, what's in my thinkar's stages set

up I have a feeling that I may contribute to a rather dramatic last act curtain.

The delightful meal, Mrs. Malcolm.

Thank you, Dr. Holmes. You're not eating very much.

My appetite is a trifle, JD. The mental fencing that we have indulged

in during the meal has been somewhat disturbing.

I don't understand you.

Oh, come now, Madam. I know that you were once...

Mrs. Ninjafield. And you know that I know it.

Well, I keep up the pretence any longer.

Very well, Mr. Holmes. But we needn't convert in lower voices.

I'm sure that you told Dr. Watson what ever there is to know and perhaps more.

I admire your courage, Madam.

Jeffrey? Dennis? Yes, sir.

I want you to listen to this.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes knows that I was once Mrs. Ninjafield.

He's apparently under the impression that this is a dark secret of mine.

Mr. Holmes, Jeffrey knew and loved me before I ever married Mr. Dangerfield.

Of course I did, Holmes.

He stood by me during the horrible trial after my first husband's death.

And I told Dennis about the whole miserable business months ago.

So I really don't see that you've uncovered any great secrets.

Yet Mrs. Malcolm, but I have a feeling that it's only a matter of moments.

So you haven't got any secrets from Dennis either, eh?

No need to shout, Jeffrey.

No need for Dennis to be in my house.

Get out from me and stay out.

This business between you and Alice has gone far enough.

I'll go when Alice tells me to.

Well, if you won't go, then I'm not going to sit here.

I'm going upstairs.

You're shaking like a leaf, sir. You've got a fever.

And don't you think you'd better go to bed?

I need to learn business.

And Mrs. Malcolm, I really think you should persuade your husband to go upstairs and lie down.

Don't worry, Mr. Holmes. I know how to handle him.

I'll take him up.

Put an arm around my shoulder, Jeffrey.

I'm alone.

We should follow them, Holmes.

They have to pass that crumbling vanistole and ending.

With him in that stage, she might try to use a gesture.

Come on, watch. Both of you.

You can observe them both from being foot of his tears here.

They're on the landing.

She's on the outside. Look, look, look, look.

Malcolm's tumble against her. He's pushed against the railings. Look out.

I'm ready to run.

Alice, are you all right?

Yes, but Jeffrey tried to push me through the railings.

That's how it happened.

No, it isn't, sir. The three of us were watching you from below.

But the railings held. I don't understand.

I can explain that, Watson.

This afternoon, while you were all a job picnic, I came here with a local carpenter.

You had informed me, all the fellow, that it was the major day off,

and I took the liberty of reinforcing that decaying woodwork.

Look to places you think you've been up to home.

Dancing murder, sir, and fighting the true solution to the danger bill case.

Do you mean it to home? The true solution.

Surely it's obvious to you, Mrs. Malcolm.

You have told us that your present husband loved you before you met it as a danger field.

It was he who accidentally killed your uncle so that you might inherit a fortune.

It was he who accidentally gave your first husband an overdose of arsenic.

Arsenic that he obtained for the purpose of destroying butterfly.

It was he who tried to send you to your death by pushing you through those railings.

And all the time, Mrs. Malcolm, I thought that you were the potential murderer.

The new fellows who got hold of the wrong hand of the sick.

All I've been trying to do is to seal the fact that my wife was a murderer.

Yes, he helped me you stay back.

Malcolm, it's not me.

I'm not two with him yet.

This talk is all very dramatic, Mr. Holmes.

But I wonder how you're going to be able to prove that to Watson, Mr. Romney,

and I will testify to the attempt that you've just made on Mrs. Malcolm's life.

Yes, and what about the attempt on your life, Holmes?

Obviously, it was Malcolm who fired at you in the woods.

But my wife was already admitted firing the shot.

Oh, true, sir.

But two shots were fired.

The one that your wife fired, we found at the tree, the one that you fired,

was extracted from my shoulder in the hospital.

Then the two shots were fired simultaneously.

You remember what's in that I commented at the time on a curious echo.

Mrs. Malcolm told us that her arm was jolted as you pulled the trigger.

That was when the other rifle was fired.

Mr. Malcolm didn't want me on the scene when he staged his latest accident.

And so he tried to kill me.

What kind of a devil have I been living with all these years?

I think I'm going to kill you.

Don't come near me.

Leave him away from me.

I'll leave him to the little caught, Mr. Romney.

British justice may be slow, as indeed it was in the danger field case.

But in the long run, it is sure we'll find that out, Mr. Malcolm, on the gallows.

Well, tell me, Dr. Did Mr. Malcolm finally end on the gallows?

Yes, he did.

And it might interest you to know that Mrs. Malcolm and Dennis Romney were married.

That nice chap and a fine act in that boy.

Maybe that's what I should have been.

An act?

To be or not to be.

That is the question.

Other, just no, but in the mind to suffer.

Oh, what's the matter, Dr. Don't you like it?

The words are beautiful, but the delivery of them.

Not good, huh?

Not good, Mr. Barrow.

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Well, Dr. Watson, what new Sherlock Holmes story are you going to tell us next week?

I'm going to tell you an exciting adventure.

Holmes and I had in North Africa.

It begins at the headquarters of the foreign legion and ends with a strange death in the cafe of a thousand size.

I call the story murder in the Caspar.

Tonight Sherlock Holmes' adventure is written by Dennis Green and Anthony Boucher

and was suggested by an incident in the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's story,

the adventure of black people.

Music is by Dean Fosler.

Mr. Ralph Bonapete is through the courtesy of Metro Goldwyn Mayor

and Mr. Bruce through the courtesy of Universal Pictures, where they are now starring in the Sherlock Holmes series.

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This is Harry Bartel, saying good night for the Petri family.

This program originated in the Paramount Theatre in Hollywood from an audience of Victory Bond Byere.

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