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Heptree wine brings you...
Basil, backbone, and Nigel Bruce,
and the new adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
The Petree family, the family that took time to bring you good wine,
invite you to listen to Dr. Watson tell us another exciting adventure
he shared with his old friend, that master detective, Sherlock Holmes.
And as for me, well I'd like to talk about those few minutes you have
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And now let's look in on our old friend, Dr. Watson.
I'm sure he's expecting this.
Good evening, Dr..
Good evening, Mr. Batel.
Let's go up your usual chair.
I'll get on with tonight's huge Sherlock Holmes adventure.
Well, how did the story begin, Dr?
It was one day in the autumn of 887, I remember.
Holmes and I were seated on either side of the fire
to make a street lodge.
The great man, his eyes half closed,
his long thin fingers pressed together, laid back his chair,
fling the room with large blue clouds with the back closed.
And discussing on one of his favorite subjects,
Professor Mariate.
I can almost hear him now, Mr. Batel.
Have you said?
I'm sorry, Dr. Watson.
If you organize it up half of this evil,
it's nearly all that is undetected in this great metropolis.
Oh, surely that's an exaggeration, Holmes.
Here's a brain of a first order in his agents and numerous
and splendidly organized.
He himself sits motionless like a spider in the center of his web.
At that web, there's a thousand radiations
and a specific quiver of each one of them,
and it's fortunate for me that there's only one Mariate.
If every criminal were fully astute,
I'd be in bankruptcy within the year.
I don't think you need to worry about bankruptcy, Holmes.
These letters are from the whole table in a shipment of a pocket.
Here you are.
Oh, thank you, sir.
They didn't look like bills to me.
I observed the crystals that you could colorile on the top envelope.
Oh, both of them.
These.
500 dinners.
This grace is extremely generous.
This is the valuation of my services.
I don't agree, after all.
You did save him from a shocking scandal.
Oh, listen to this, Watson.
I've seen you yesterday when you've come to that cricket match.
You wasn't watching that cricket.
If you value your life, keep your filthy long nose to yourself.
And it's time to go to the butcher.
Go to the butcher.
Go to the butcher.
The amount of criminal that I was instrumental in sending to prison
for a short term.
That is himself, though.
I was watching the cricket.
No idea, the Joe is back in practice today.
I'm just keeping an eye on him.
Hello.
Letter on.
Carlton has got a stationery.
All right.
This is interesting.
Very interesting.
Oh, what's there, Holmes?
Yeah, it's your Holmes.
It's been informed that you are a man of ability and discretion.
My life is in grave danger and I need your help.
Upon receipt of this letter, come to my hotel at once.
I should be expecting you.
And it's signed.
François du Lac.
François du Lac.
François du Lac.
No, please.
Just come to my hotel at once.
Who is this?
Du Lac, anyway.
What's not the law?
Yeah?
We've been talking about the outages now.
I have a feeling that this letter may lead us to him.
Oh, what makes you say that?
François du Lac.
The writer of this letter has recognized in France
as the one indisputable authority on the paintings of non-baptist grus.
Well, I still don't see the connection with Mariata.
If there is one thing Mariata loves,
more than the dazzling attraction of mathematics and even more dazzling achievements of crime,
it is the paintings of grus.
It's just a combination of intent and danger and the grus' expert spells Mariata to me
and get your hat and coat off the lawn.
We're off to the couch now just to see Mr. Lac at once.
This is room two-cloth, all right, but there's no answer.
I'm not again.
Shall I go in the summer to unlock the door?
No, no, no.
It won't protect attention to our prospective fans.
I tell Lac to be there to pick me up.
And to skill up with keys to the trick quite easily.
No, the man at the desk downstairs said that Mr. Du Lac was in his room.
You know what?
He said he thought he was in his room.
Uh-huh.
Easier than I anticipated.
Come on, let's go in.
It doesn't look as if anyone's occupying his room.
No signs of any personal belonging.
No, both hanging in the wardrobe, no page.
Yep, he is still registered here.
Hello.
What's this stain on the carpet?
That's it, yeah.
Great scarf, isn't it?
It's a blood stain watching blood stain.
The stain is still damp.
I'm afraid we're too late.
Come on.
Do no more good here.
You're not giving up home?
No, of course not, but here.
Let's see what we can find out from the children manager.
And it feels to believe that in the 19th century
a distinguished foreigner can vanish into thin air.
Yes, Mr. Du Lac did have a visitor early on today.
Mr. Holmes, you remember his name?
I think he was Perkins or Parsons, but I'm not sure.
Can you describe his appearance?
I think so, Mr. Holmes.
He was a very tall gentleman, tall and thin with deep sunk eyes.
Dean Faeven?
Oh, yes, sir.
He had a high forehead and a pretty way of moving his head from side to side.
Oh, yes.
Thank you, Holmes.
That's almost an exact description of my outfit.
Exactly, Watson.
Have you seen Mr. Du Lac since Mr. Perkins or Parsons called on him?
No, I haven't, sir.
But his visitor came back only an hour ago.
He had some men with him.
They carried some large packages out of the hotel packages.
But not like it, Jay.
No, packages, Mr. Holmes.
I was Mr. Du Lac received any other visitors since he arrived here.
None that has been here to see him, sir.
But I understand that Sir Henry Davenant has been most anxious to get in touch with him.
Sir Henry Davenant.
Thank you.
I'm extremely obliged to you.
Come on, Watson.
Always proud to be of service to Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
A plant against fear, Watson.
What makes you say that, huh?
Sir Henry Davenant is a millionaire whose heart collects world famous.
Here we go.
The papers were full of his latest acquisition.
The gem of his collection.
Jean Baptiste's first painting.
Young girl with a gazelle.
And now it would appear that some reasonable reality wishes to invent a meeting between Sir Harry Davenant.
And Mr. Du Lac, a gross expert.
How do you see why the pop begins to clear?
Very good, but what are you going to do?
Davenant has said to, uh, there's something for permit.
We don't have anything to do with officials, interviewers, and people like that.
But we know that he wishes to consult an expert on the paintings or not.
But he's purrs.
An ex-loo should be obvious, hotel.
Chris is the human that you'll impersonate one.
Certainly.
If a purrs expert is what he wants, then a purrs expert is what he's going to get.
Um, I must say your disguise is amazing to affect you.
I miss you.
And you made me great on her.
If I appear convincing to the absolutely doctor Watson, how can I fear to convince Sir Harry Davenant?
Oh, I didn't follow that.
I was pulling the gun.
Yeah.
It's every heart, sir.
Sir Henry's house.
Let's help with the best hotel.
I don't know.
Is there a French art expert looks like?
Could the believe that you were watching?
I only hope that I can be equally convincing in the role of...
I think of the art.
You said in a look-a-parlager.
Good afternoon.
Can I help you?
Yes.
My name is Verne.
I'm Verne and most anxious to make the symptoms of Sir Henry Davenant.
I'm afraid that Sir Henry is extremely difficult to see, sir.
I can tell him you're here, but he very rarely gives interviews.
That is a great disappointment to me.
Perhaps you would just go and tell him,
if you build a...
and it is type-in of the great once-where du la.
Oh, it's what I can, sir.
Come in, won't you gentlemen?
If you're waiting here for another, I'll take your message.
But what was the name again?
Henry Davenant.
And this gentleman is Mr. Watson.
Let me do it, sir.
Well, we got into the house.
Now let's hope that you can impress the master of it.
Not as easy a task, I fear, or a...
I've had to match opinions on the things that have bruised with an expert.
The knowledge of the subject is somewhat sketchy.
I'm afraid it's mine.
It's absolutely no.
The girl's was a naturalistic painter who vanished at the close of the 18th century.
And though his paintings command a fabulous fee in this day and age,
he himself died in great poverty.
And...
Someone's coming.
Mr. Verne.
Will you, Mr. Watson, come with me, please?
Sir Henry's most anxious to meet you.
Nice to see you, Marcel.
My name is Valette Chesson.
I look after Sir Henry's office.
Indeed, a very possible job, I'm sure, my dear.
From what I hear, he has a magnificent gallery.
He has one of the finest of the worlds.
Yes.
His latest art position is the famous young girl with a gazelle, like Verne.
Over, I'm sure you know all about that, Mr. Verne.
I think you're sitting on message.
You were a student of the great gala.
I have that.
He's interested in the privilege not, sir.
Well, this is Sir Henry's study.
Oh, well, thank you, Valette.
You may go.
Yes, sir Henry.
You're the Verne.
I'm sure.
And this is Mr. Watson.
That's right.
Sir Henry, Mr. Verne is staying with me.
I see. Well, sit down.
Won't you?
Look, Verne.
You're a friend of Lex, aren't you?
I think I explained that on earth.
And why in thunder, can't I get in touch with him?
He's staying at the Carlson Hotel, isn't he?
He was.
Or has Dean staying there, my steward?
Me.
I've left half a dozen messages, boy.
I'm asking him to come and see me.
And he hasn't answered one of my connoisseurs.
It's most important that I see him.
Mr. is in some trouble, perhaps?
Perhaps.
Now, since fellows are familiar with the painting by Groz,
the young lady with the gazelle, aren't you?
Oh, yes, sir Henry.
Yes, indeed.
Oh, you are.
What do you think of it?
Well, one of the greatest brothers in my humble opinion this year.
Of course.
I have only seen a reproduction.
But it seemed to me to have a freshness on the door of the flesh, didn't say.
Right?
Certainness and brilliance of life, you are indeed fortunate to own it this year.
No, I don't have fortunate.
Cost me £40,000.
And still say you are most fortunate this year.
So would you come in the order of to examine the origin?
Well, I don't know what I ought to do.
I've had a guarded very carefully ever since this.
But perhaps in your case, I can make an exception.
You received facts regarding the paintings there?
Yes, I have, Mr. Watson.
They've worried me so much that I've even thought of engaging the services of a private detective.
Oh, he's this year.
A very interesting.
Sir, the Duke of Carlisle strongly recommended a fellow by the name of Sherlock Holmes.
I was seriously thinking of going to him.
Instead of which?
He has come to you, sir Henry.
In the fact that we'll save us all a lot of time, I'm sure.
Well, what kind of host there is this, sir?
Who the devil is?
My name is Sherlock Holmes.
And why do you come here?
As a French artist.
Because I had heard of your aversion to giving interviews, and I wanted to see you urgently.
I felt within the character of a supposed guru's expert I was most likely to gain immediate admission.
Well, then your friend here?
Dr. Watson, my colleague.
Well, it's all turned out for the best, sir Henry.
You wanted to consult Mr. Holmes, and he was most anxious to see you.
Yes, yes, well, I'm glad you followed me here.
You see, I'm devilish worried about that person, my old wife, sir Henry.
I bought it to an auction.
But there was another man bidding against me all the time.
And when it was finally knocked down in my name, he became most insulting.
He'd been able to bear not owning the picture himself.
He told me bluntly that I wouldn't enjoy it long.
Well, I didn't think much about it at the time, but Licky, I'd be in receiving postcards repeating the threat.
And I don't like it.
That's a fact.
Well, you kept the postcards I helped him?
No, through them in the power where they belong.
Can you recall the name of this bidder at the auction?
Who threatened you?
No, didn't know his name.
Can you describe his appearance?
Well, let me see.
He was a tall Dean Shaden.
Mm-hmm.
I'm curious having him moving his head from side to side.
Money out here again.
Now so, Chef, my supposition was correct.
Now, tell me, Henry, is the painting safely guarded?
Well, I'd say that it was impregnable homes.
It's not in my regular galleries.
I had a special strong room built for it when I started receiving threats.
It has a lot, which only I know the combination,
and a special chocolate device that so controls the room
that even I can only enter it during the certain daytime hour.
And yet, Sir Henry, with such a thorough precaution, you appear to be frightened.
Why?
Well, I hardly dare trust my own shadow home.
But as you possibly know, one of Gras' pupils, a certain Madame Ladou,
imitated his paintings most successfully.
Several of the experts were pulled.
I confess that I've been frightened lately, since I've received the threat,
that a clever man might try and substitute a fake painting for the original.
Indeed, he hasn't already done so.
But that's why I was so anxious to get in touch with Delac.
He'd know up for it at once.
The supposition would be impossible if you're the only one that knows it.
The combination to the luck of the strong room?
Well, that's what my logic tells me.
Yet I'm very uneasy. I'm not scared.
It's still daylight, Sir Henry.
Would it be possible for us to examine the painting now?
Well, certainly.
By the way, that's happened to us for the length.
Did he leave the carton atleast?
He did, sir.
The circumstances are in the departure.
May the suspect...
I mean, he's here.
In what way?
This room is empty.
I don't know the signs of luggage, and yet...
Come in.
Just follow. What is it?
I was asked to deliver the gun.
Cool, sir, Violet.
You can give his name, sir Henry.
But he was a tall, thin man with deep, sung eyes.
Of the notes, eh?
Well, it's the same fellow again. Listen to this.
I told you you wouldn't enjoy the painting for long.
You didn't. Did you?
Well, it's because it's money off.
I don't see anything funny about this. What makes you laugh?
I find nothing funny about it either, sir Henry.
But I must admit, a certain pleasure.
Once again, I'm crossing swords with an adversary
who is more than worthy of my steal.
You'll hear the rest of Dr. Watson's story in just a second,
so I'm just going to him and do the petry sherry
could really be called the All-Round All-American One.
That's right, petry cacophonia sherry.
Now, the reason I say that is,
because petry sherry is not only as swell before dinner wine,
but it's a perfect wine for almost any occasion.
When company drops in, serve petry sherry.
After dinner when you're just sitting around chatting,
petry sherry again is just right.
Believe me, you couldn't ask for a better All-Round Wine in sherry.
You couldn't ask for a better tasting sherry than petry.
Petry sherry.
Well, Dr. Watson, you kept me on the edge of my chair,
so far with your story.
What happened next, sir?
Henry Darwin will take you to see his famous name.
He did, Mr. Barclay.
Together with Mr. Barley Jackson,
we descended countless bikes to spare.
Doors opened, where no one expected the door to exist.
Fatally, after walking down a narrow stone's deck
as the turned and twisted,
we came up against a blank wall.
It seemed that we could go no further.
But the time took, a combination of numbers,
and a hidden door slid back.
We stood in the interior of a small room.
A room with no windows, hardly any lights.
No oil painting stood on an easel before us.
It was incomparable girls painting,
a young girl with a good girl.
We stood looking at it for a brief moment,
and then the Henry Darwin.
Henry.
The painting is still safe.
Yes, the Henry.
If it still is the same painting.
If it looks the same as the home,
then it does to me.
But that remains that only once what you lack to tell us,
it is the same, or a brilliant copy.
Yes, the Mr. Lack has been violent.
So it would seem.
Of course, we passed the express
of the British Museum to pass judgment.
Yeah, but how could it be discovered?
It'd be impossible to smell it out of here,
and replace it with a copy.
There's only one way of being absolutely certain.
With your permission, say, Henry, I should like to make a test.
You're going to take a sample of the paint, Mr. Holmes?
Yes, that should get a certain proof.
Well, very well done.
Yeah, you'd better do it, by a little.
Be careful.
Remember the painting cost me £40,000.
My new fragment of paint will be sufficient for the test.
Won't it, Mr. Holmes?
It was nice being the male, Mr. Henry.
Our special for tiny samples.
Yes, very nice.
That's fine, but the world's worth a bit is it?
There you are, Mr. Holmes.
Is that enough?
Splendid ejection spending.
Thank you.
Please put it down this envelope on the video.
That's it.
And as the Henry, I shall return to Big Street
and analyze this paint.
Within an hour, I shall be able to tell you
whether the painting is worth £40,000 or a pleasant party.
Well, oh, Holmes,
did you make the test?
I did, Mr. Henry.
And, I'm afraid there's no doubt the job of painting.
It's a fraud.
A fraud.
A couple of paint bags.
And then, there was a manufacturer
not more than 25 years ago.
And Gluer's died in 1805.
Well, I still say that it's a fine painting whoever did it.
Oh, my memory was old.
I agreed after watching.
In fact, I was glad to buy it.
It's a brilliant copy.
And more than likely, it was done by Madame Lidoo.
You're a remarkably client, Henry.
£40,000.
£40,000.
No, no, no, sir.
Put that knife down.
Holmes, help me grab him.
But don't worry, gentlemen.
I'm not about to be scared in despair if that's what you're thinking.
Now, why are you grasping that knife, sir?
Because I have worked to do in my strong room.
I'm going to use this knife to smash that wine cap
into 40,000 pieces.
Yes, well, I suppose you're right, Violet.
It's childish to mutilate this door.
It's a brilliant story, Henry.
I'd like to have it.
I'll buy it from you gladly.
Buy it from me.
You can have it.
Go and make arrangements.
That's a rich thing taken away at once.
I don't want any frauds in my collection.
Yes, to Henry.
And thank you.
Now, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
I'll pay you any fee you name.
If you can tell me how the original painting was stolen.
Well, sir Henry, the hoe must here proceed the goo
under how I must have best seen some possible.
Yes, I agree.
This is the sealed metal room, the only entrance to the door.
That has a combination that only you know, sir Henry.
Very true.
It's impossible for anyone to enter this room without my being present.
All right, what's wrong, it was.
That's your ticket now.
Uh-huh, ventilator.
No method of entrance here.
Well, you'll find no flaws, I'm sure.
This room is built like a giant sick.
And the time lock on the door is equally solid.
The time lock is enough.
Yes, it started five minutes ago when we opened the door.
But don't worry.
It's definitely safe for the door to open.
When the door's closed, it couldn't be reopened again.
I take it there.
Not until the morning doctor.
No, I had the lock specially designed very engineers.
This presents us pretty a problem as ever.
I've tackled the Henry.
A large painting, stolen and a fake one substituted in a sealed room
to which only you have access.
Must confess the hoe seems utterly impossible.
Remember what you always say, huh?
Try the impossible.
Whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the possible.
Let's consider the hoe for a moment.
His job is absolutely reliable.
Absolutely.
How about the suggestion?
Completely trustworthy.
We've got letters of recommendation from most of the leading half galleries in London.
I think so too.
And serious mind me.
He's made a deep study of mathematics.
Well, there's her knowledge of painting.
Mathematics.
How do you know that, Sam?
Well, she had a book with her the other day.
Surprise that the title could have been a novel.
But no, it was called The Dynamics of an Asteroid.
It was inscribed to her by the author.
Don't have access to it.
An inscribed to her by the author.
Thank heavens to your memories, Henry.
That book was written by Professor Mariati.
Ah, it's Jackson.
Must be an accomplice, please.
Let's push the door.
Come on, stand it shut.
Yes, and it's something hard to guess who that one is.
Oh, but I can't believe that.
Ah, it is.
Look at the door.
There's a note being pushed under the door.
I'll strike a match with you, Othello.
I have to say, home.
Forgive me, I'm lady like Eve's dropping.
But Mr. Sherlock Holmes is near the tooth as he is.
I'm afraid it would be unwise for me to remain here any longer.
On the other hand, you are in no danger of smothering in the strong realm.
But imprisonment should delay my pursuits one morning.
Ah, the Jackson.
Jesus, take this home.
Don't worry, Watson.
The Jackson's failure to occur the painting from Mariati will land it in a far worse dilemma
than anything weak it's addicted to.
Mariati has never tolerated failure on the part of his minions, a brilliant bottle of a brilliant thought.
Mariati is at the scene of his powers.
How fortunate that we were able to find him.
What do you mean, find him?
My paintings been stolen.
Oh, paintings, Henry.
Oh, no, no, no.
It's here in this room.
What an earth you're talking about, Holmes.
Do you remind me of my own victim, Watson?
I discarded the impossible.
If it was impossible, the picture had been stolen.
Therefore, it had not been stolen.
You mean that this painting is the original grip?
Yes, of course, sir.
Surely the whole plot is crystal clear now.
Just about as clear as punch to me.
Well, then let me explain.
The whole episode of François du Lac, the note to be the empty hotel room and the significant blood stains
and the apparent disappearance of du Lac were all part of Mariati's plot.
The real du Lac never left Franç.
Mariati created it in England to lure me into the cave.
Why, and thunder, should he want to do that, Holmes?
Yes.
I should think you're the last person he'd want on the scene.
On the contrary, sir.
He knew that I'd grab a debate.
The apparent murder occurs experts who would make it seem likely that your painting had a substitute to Henry.
He wanted me to test the painting, which I did.
I went to his trap.
There was no more than 20 years old.
Yes, my dear, sir.
The answer should be obvious.
I see it.
Violet was his accomplice.
Had prepared a painting beforehand.
And, carefully, he'd talk a piece of nothing paint.
Exactly, isn't it?
And Mariati had assumed quite correctly as it turned out.
But, as soon as you thought your painting was abroad, you'd want to get rid of it.
And that girl was going to take it out of this house with your full approval.
And, of course, tell it over to Mariati.
What a fantastic scene.
A devilish little clever one old chap.
It hadn't been the other chance to mark about the book on that galaxy.
Henry, I'm very much afraid the young lady of the gazelle might even now be on her way out of your house.
Holmes, I can't tell you how grateful I am.
Am I going to express that gratitude in a very material manner, I assure you.
Thank you, Sir Henry.
But I wouldn't dream of accepting a fee for this case.
I've been shockingly obtuse.
I might easily have left them walk away with your pleasure.
My turn round those ears.
We looked in here for the night, and very much afraid so, Dr. Watson.
So I shouldn't be surprised if the button notices our disappearance and comes looking for us.
But he must be able to open the door.
It'll need a professional locksmith to get us out of here.
Oh really?
Looks like if we spend a very pure evening.
Ah, don't be gloomy, my dear fellow.
Oh, gloomy, so gloomy.
You're lucky with one of the loveliest girls in history, and she's genuine at that.
So I can have an adjoe, Jack Dobby, huh?
Let's look at her once again.
Well, Dr. that was not only the swell story, but I really learned something.
Oh, good, good, good, Mr. Buckle, and just what did you learn?
Well, this fellow grows the painter.
I know this must sound stupid to you, but until you mentioned his name, I'd never heard of him before.
Holmes mentioned his name to me.
I've never heard him before, but then we've never learned about the good things in this world,
unless somebody tells us.
Exactly, that's the way I feel about Petry 1.
Wait a minute.
Here's the way I look at it.
There are thousands of people who know about Petry wine and love it, right?
Yes.
But even though it's a wonderful wine, there must be some people who don't know about it.
So I tell them about it.
And I tell them about the Petry family, and how they've been making wine for generations,
and how they've been handing on down from father to son, from father to son,
the fine art of turning luscious grapes into delicious wine.
Yes, and when I tell them that the name Petry on a bottle of wine is the personal assurance of the Petry family
that every drop of wine in that bottle is good wine.
Oh, that's all you have to know.
So it adds up to this.
If you want a fine wine for any occasion, you want a Petry wine,
because Petry took time to bring you good wine.
The Night Sherlock Holmes adventure was written by Dennis Greene, an Anthony Boucher,
and was suggested by an incident in Arthur Conan Doyle's story, The Final Problem.
Music is by Dean Posler.
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.
The Petry wine company of San Francisco, California,
invites you to tune in again next week, same time, same station.
Sherlock Holmes comes to you from our Hollywood studio.
This is Harry Bartel saying good night for the Petry family.
This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.
