Sherlock Holmes - Headless Monk

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And now I'm sure our good friend Dr. Watson is expecting us, let's not keep him waiting.

Good evening Dr. Good evening Mr. Othello, you forgive me if I don't get approached you my boy.

Poor Dr. What's the matter I had touched your rheumatism?

I don't know, 318 holes of golf today.

I hope that when I'm your age Dr. I can be half as bright.

Oh nice of you but if you don't mind we won't discuss the question by age.

So drop your chair and make yourself comfortable.

I'll get on with tonight's new Sherlock Holmes adventure.

Well from the hands you gave us last week it sounded like quite a spooky story.

It was about a failure it certainly was.

Towards the end of November in the 1895, a dense yellow fog could settle down over London.

For four or five days it was impossible from our rooms and baker's feet to see the outline of houses.

A real London piece over, huh?

That's my boy and it's game most pressing.

The first day at home that spent in cross-indexing is huge book of criminal references.

The second and third have been patiently occupied with a subject which he recently made his hobby.

The music of the Middle Ages.

But right on the fourth day I'm pushing back our chairs off the breakfast.

We saw the greasy heavy brown swirl still drifting past us and condensing an oily drops upon the window panes.

Sherlock Holmes an impatient and active nature could enjoy this crab existence no longer.

He paced for rest to stay about our sitting room facing against the enactment.

After several minutes of these regulations, he turned to me first.

Living at interest in the favour of Watson?

Use of a revolution?

A possible war?

Living at a fairly change in the government?

Nothing to interest you though.

So, crimes are very important.

The London criminal is certainly a doppler and I'm enterprising fellow these days.

Look out of the window Watson.

See how the figures rumour.

A dimly seen and then blend once more into the foggy depths.

What a day for a thief or a murderer.

It won't London as the tiger does the jungle.

Unseen until he pounces and then.

If it hadn't only it would've picked him up.

It's just a thought I must have.

I wonder who that is.

Probably a visitor for Mrs. Hudson.

Perhaps the local plumbers finally can't descend at the pace of attunction to the faulty gas jet in our hallway.

I don't think you're right on either count.

I can hear Mrs. Hudson's footsteps on the stairs.

Come in, come in.

Yes, Mrs. Hudson, what is it?

Oh, excuse me, Mr. Holmes.

But there's a gentleman to see you.

Says it's most important and he hasn't to give you this car.

Oh, it's pure.

What a mahali, eh?

Firm up, Mrs. Hudson.

Very good.

What a mahali, and who's he?

I've not had the pleasure of meeting him personally, but I'm quite familiar with his scientific practitioners.

Scientific, eh?

And what does he specialize?

Oh, I am.

I suppose one of my professors is one of the greatest authorities and all matters connected me up out.

Do you mean the fellow dabbles in the supernatural stuff and all that sort of thing?

Hmm.

I mean, maybe I want some of that, eh?

What a mahali is an extremely intelligent handler.

It's not only comprehensive and scholarly knowledge of his field and an intense belief in the existence of the supernatural boss.

I hear he has to speak for himself.

Oh, come in, Hailey.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

Hey, you all, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Yes, sir. This is my colleague, Dr. Watson.

How do you do, Mr. Hailey?

How do you do, Dr.?

Thank you.

Well, who fellest probably wondering who I am and what's brought me here?

Well, I'm not wondering who you are, Mr. Hailey.

My friend Holmes was just telling me of your scientific eminent.

Ah, in fact, that you know of me, Holmes.

That's the same.

You're wondering why I'm here.

Naturally, sir.

Well, since you know I'm a student of near Calta, I'll get right down to my problem.

Mr. Holmes, have you ever heard of the headless monk of Pervenous Chapel?

Yes, indeed, Mr. Hailey.

And after living in the big country, among our more intangible national treasures, I should say.

I'm sorry, I took the stupidest, but I have never heard of the headless monk of Pervenous Chapel.

Well, then let me tell you about it, Dr. Holmes.

What was your word?

Pervenous manner, in Cornwall, was once an abbey.

It was expropriated during the reign of Henry VIII, and several of the monks were killed in some of the minor difficulties attendance on such an act.

But one of the murdered monks, a certain rather few, the chapel organist, was persistent.

He still wants the chapel today.

He still plays the organ, and since he was beheaded, he always appeared at the headless.

The charming little legend, Mr. Hailey.

But you don't expect this to believe it's anything but a legend.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

How about you, Mr. Holmes?

I'm extremely curious to know why you come to see me, Mr. Hailey.

I tell you why.

I have a rare opportunity to investigate the phenomena.

You see, the son of an old friend of mine, young fellow by the name of Leonard Miles, is sacredly to the owner of Pervenous Manner.

He asked me to stay there, and I find the invitation to be visible, particularly since the phenomena have curiously increased to late, Mr. Holmes, almost as though some more...

...mortal agency were motivating them.

Oh, I see why you've come to me, Mr. Hailey.

I knew you would, Holmes.

You see, I'm like my good friend and fellow investigator, Khan Hackley.

I believe in being prepared to meet the phenomena on either the natural or the supernatural plane.

The phenomena are real.

They fall legitimately and might be...

No, whereas if, as I'm sure you suspect, they are being complicit by human forces, then you think that's what it might happen, Mr. Hailey.

What do you say, Holmes?

Mr. Holmes will be a nice few days with the public to escape the fog down there.

Huh?

I'm much more concerned with the fog that surrounds the appearances of a headless monk of Pervenous Chapel, Mr. Hailey.

I accept all invitation with pleasure.

Still a time to catch the Cornish Express.

We can be a Pervenous Manner before the mootah.

Hello? Who's this fun I look in front of coming down the steps towards us?

I didn't hear the sound of a sports dip.

I had believed it was a psychic man at the station.

It certainly looked as if he came from beyond the grave.

All the gentlemen will be going.

The person you tell us who you are first.

My good man.

I'll be there.

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What are you doing?

Just like I've seen the poor monk walking around without his head on.

He doesn't see the chapel with you.

I feel as way you saw that.

I eat.

That's why we're not.

Not for all the golden port call will I go back and chant seeing the poor lustful, wondering

about without his head on.

Gentlemen, no, what's good for you?

You're not going there either.

What's my words?

Don't you go in that chapel?

The poor nature seems really frightened in the place.

He is.

But it's more than blinding the superstition that it comes for as we like it.

That's going shall we?

I suppose it's all right.

Great Scott.

Listen to that.

The organ.

Ghosts praying.

We are extremely fortunate.

I seek it manifestation.

Mrs. We enter.

Remarkable.

I keep manifestation rubbish.

Look who's sitting at the keyboard.

It's Holmes.

Holmes.

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

You factness of death.

Did he hear it?

First speaking for myself, doctor, he disappointed me.

I thought it was a genuine phenomenon.

What do you think you're doing, Holmes?

I thought he was still behind us.

I'm sorry if I'd like you once.

I'm curious about this organ.

I slipped in by the side door, a hit of you, and tested the instrument.

It's in astonishingly good condition for a disused chapel.

Don't you think, Holmes?

He is.

I do, Holmes.

One might reasonably presume that someone sings it with great care.

In fact, I'd be good further and safer.

What are you doing in here?

We are guests at the manor house and we decided to pay a visit to the chapel

before we paid our respects for our host.

Oh.

My father is your host.

I'm Dorothy Brown.

How do you do, darling?

My name is Holmes.

And he's just one of Dr. Wesson and Dr. Harley.

Hi, Dr. Wesson and Dr. Harley.

I heard the organ music and I was terribly frightened.

You've heard of the legend, I suppose.

You mean about the headless monk and the ghost organ music, Ms. Browne?

You talk to her.

And it's more than a legend I should.

That's why I rushed over here as soon as I heard it.

It must have frightened all the servants within hearing distance.

Why were you playing the organ?

I'm curious to see whether it's in good repair.

Obviously it is, Mr. Holmes.

Well, my father and his separate Mr. Miles are expecting you.

I know.

Let's walk over to the house.

Shall we?

I'm sure you'll see enough of the chapel for tonight.

Father, this is Mr. Scheller-Comb.

And Dr. Wesson.

How do you do?

How do you do?

How do you do?

This is my secretary, Leonard Mayne.

How do you do, Mr. Wesson?

How do you do, Mr. Wesson?

Dr. Wesson?

I'm afraid Mr. Brown is rather angry with me.

I hadn't told him that you were an expert on psychic phenomena, Mr. Harlan.

I failed to see why the knowledge of that fact

that made you angry, Mr. Brown.

I don't want you fervent about into this so-called ghost business.

There's been enough trouble in the neighborhood already.

It's almost impossible to keep servants.

And these cornish people are incredibly superstitious.

You haven't seen the ghost yourself, Mr. Brown.

Of course not.

But isn't it?

Ghost, I tell you.

You heard the mysterious organ playing.

No, no, I haven't.

And I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Do you see that?

Yes, yes.

What is it?

He's in Pendragon's door.

You really ain't to see you, sir.

Pendragon?

Oh, very well.

Tell him to come in.

Yes, sir.

See this?

What is he want, I wonder?

The fellow we met outside the chapel, isn't it?

He is.

Very colorful character.

Ah, he's a superstitious old fool, if you ask me.

But he is a good groom.

Yes, Pendragon?

What is it?

Making your pardon, sir.

But there'll be trouble at the chapel again tonight.

I say to myself, David,

is your duty to go to the master?

Oh, never mind the mind.

What's the trouble?

As the moon was hanging low tonight, sir.

Oh, he is the organ of playing.

Well, that was Mr. Holmes, my good man.

Hey, that's what he thinks, maybe.

But what I say to myself is,

what made him play the organ.

Then this very night, I saw the endless ink.

With my own eyes, I saw that poor soul with his head off.

One hundred in the moonlight.

I saw that, sir, with my own eyes, I did.

Oh, get out of here.

I'm getting old fool, and I'm warning you.

If I hear any more nonsense about this ghost,

you'll lose your job.

Do you understand?

Now, come along.

We're off with you.

Are you, sir, begging your pardon, sir?

Come on, I'll give you chapter three.

Mr. Brown, this seems absolutely red

on the subject of the ghost, eh?

Yes, suspiciously so.

What about his trying to hide?

Whatever it is, I don't think it'll be successful.

In your profession, Holmes, you know that Nudder will out.

It's true in my profession also.

Right as a person as you may, gentlemen.

Ghost, we're out.

Well, happens this place may be haunted,

but I swear I never spent a better night anywhere.

Ah, good morning, Mr. Holly.

Good morning.

Good morning, sir. Good morning.

I'm glad to see you. I'm not the only lady.

Oh, were you up late, too, sir?

Yes, sir, Mr. Doctor.

I decided to ignore the veil effects of Mr. Brown,

and so I did the little investigating in the chapel.

If the humane person didn't cut...

And what were the results of your investigations, Mr. Holly?

Well, there was no psychic manifestation, you understand,

but I'm sure of one thing.

That chapel is evil.

Evil to the thoughts of its stones.

And I'll swear that evil does not tend

from the head this monk who was murdered there.

You can come in certain suspicions aroused

by my own investigations last night.

There is evil, Mr. Holly, and I think I know its nature.

Unless I mistake every sign and reaction,

someone has been initiating the local indirect of the evils

of the Black House.

Mass!

Good Lord, what a shocking thought.

My own sensations last night confirm your theory, Holmes.

There is a carbon here. I swear it.

Hiding its own obscene practices under cover of the hauntings.

Well, it sounds quite feasible, after all,

that people are such superstitious to date people as far away as possible

from the chapel when they...

And they heard the organ playing.

The problem falls into both our fields, Holly.

The practice of Black magic is a criminal offense.

The practice is as well, the old laws against witchcraft

are still in force.

I make Mr. Holly the true one.

Have your own methods of combating such forces as wheel up against him?

Oh, yes, Holmes.

Oh, mine are not connected with the legal aspect of the case.

May I ask what you plan to do, sir?

Well, I have several elaborate preparations to make, Doctor.

It will take him most of the day up and fade.

Further, I shall extend him to you all.

Ah, after dinner tonight.

It's very pleasant to sit here after a good dinner with a superb brand, it runs over.

Listen to the piano being so calmingly played.

You're very fine, Doctor.

You can play something more with darling.

I love you.

Are you enjoying your stay down here all the time?

Thank you.

But, Mr. Holly and I have found the local folklore extremely interesting.

See, you tell us having been investigating the haunted battle business again, have you?

Oh, look here, if you have, I should be very angry.

It's abusing my hospitality.

I told you distinctly, I didn't want any more talk of ghosts.

I'm not talking of ghosts.

Mind you, Mr. Blarley.

I have something even more important that I must fight now.

It's possibly a little hard to imagine me as a crusader.

Me, the stupid little man, decide the fourth of you.

There's toweringly tall a portrait of me as I have ever faced.

And yet, I am your st. George.

What's wrong with you talking about, sir?

I'll tell you in secrecy.

This mustn't reach the ears of the peasantry.

I have fed myself a st. George because I go to wipe out an evil that lives in your midst.

A living modern dragon.

Please, Mr. Holly.

It sounds deadly frightening.

Man, to rid you all of this fiend.

Man must cleanse the chapel.

Purify it.

Exercise it.

Remove its residue of psychic evil.

That gentleman.

Is my mission tonight?

Oh!

You're a fool.

St. David.

Get some smelling sauce quicker.

I'm a very liberal little too gratified, Mr. Holly.

I'm sorry if I frightened the young lady, but I...

I'm sure that after tonight she will have no further grounds for fear.

In propenis manner.

I'm not afraid of any more.

I'm not afraid of any more.

I'm not afraid of any more.

I'm not afraid of any more.

I'm not afraid of any more.

I'm not afraid of any more.

Huffens.

Yes, old chef?

Did you hear anything?

Nothing but the owls and the fox fighting big night.

I'm getting up to jump here.

What you suppose, Holly, is up to?

I can imagine his procedure, lit nights,

the crucial arise person is endeavors.

I wish him luck.

My own plans are not nearly as clear, unfortunately.

Since the guiding force here, but I lack the clues,

there is something else.

Yes, sir.

What is happening?

It's the organ and the chapel.

And Holly's in there alone.

Not alone.

Listen to your feeling for its madness.

Come on Watson.

Something has gone horribly wrong.

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Dr. Watson, that was a heck of a place to break off your story.

The remnant has continued to speedily as possible, my boy.

As soon as we heard that devilish organ music,

Holmes and I rushed out of the house

and raced in the moonlight down the path leading to the ruined chapel.

By the time we reached the entrance,

the organ music had ceased.

And the tall gangrene figure of David Penn Dragon

was standing in our path.

You gentlemen be wanted at this time of night.

What are you doing here?

Why?

I be here because the gentleman gave me five shillings

to stand outside here and see that no one disturbed him.

That's why I have to be here.

And nobody did come or go.

He still be there, you be.

When you heard that organ music, why the devil didn't you go in?

Organ music?

Or you had no organ music.

Come on, Watson.

Great heavens.

Look at him.

We're too late for that all.

Night through his heart.

It's obvious who did it.

For the Penn Black and out.

I don't grab him.

No, no, no.

He's not at him.

It's not of his plan, but devilish cunning.

It's curious seeing a sign of a struggle at all.

It looks to be just stood here and allowed himself to be stabbed.

There is a chalk knucks with which the body is surrounded.

There's known as a pentagram, I believe.

He thought it would protect him completely from the supernatural forces.

For once his assertions went too far.

Yes, because they touched.

Not on the supernatural, but upon natural evil.

And remember Watson that only three people,

besides ourselves, and David Pendragon, knew of this vigil.

Yes, Brownlee.

His daughter, and Jan Miles, the sector.

Exactly.

Go back to the house, will you?

And bring them here.

Perhaps we can lay a ghost by trapping a murderer.

And that's all I know, Mr. Holmes.

No, you've got to tell this much so far, Holmes.

It's really the more swerved they were asleep,

and then they didn't hear the organ.

Yes, then you can't prove otherwise.

I think I can prove that one of you was not only awake,

but also murdered, Mortemahale.

But why should any of us want the poor man, didn't you?

In your case, young lady, I contested I find it hard to conceive a motive.

The implying that Mr. Brownlee and I might have welcomed him.

Mr. Miles, you must have missed a few orders.

Yes, then you can't prove otherwise.

I think I can prove that one of you was not only awake

but you must have missed if you're responsible for Mr. Harley coming here.

You must have Brownlee must admit that you did everything in your power

to prevent the dead man from carrying out his investigation.

Why?

But you were trying to hide.

Nothing.

It's just that I wanted to sell the manor house.

All this talk about ghosts was giving the piece a bad name.

I could have gone on.

I'd never had dispose of the property.

My own speculation can get us nowhere.

Let's get on the fact.

Is there any other entrance to this chapel besides the two doors?

None.

There's no smuggler's cave which came out near the organ loss.

But father had a bit left some years ago.

I had to.

The doors kept crawling in.

They aren't examined.

Will he watch no Jeff?

No, he won't.

If you don't mind my saying, Mr. Holmes, it seems obvious.

We'll get this murder.

You told us David Penn Dragon admitted that no one went in or out as he stood on.

He must have needed himself.

Oh, the man's half with it.

And superstitious.

He might have killed Mr. Harley because he was attending to interfere with the ghost.

And then played the organ to celebrate the occasion.

I think you overestimate David Penn Dragon's capability, Mrs. Brownlee.

Mr. Miles.

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

A Penn Dragon is waiting outside.

Would you be kind enough to ask him to come here for a moment, please?

Certainly.

Uh, what do you find out, Watson?

Well, it's easier to see where it was picked up, but it's a solid wall enough

and no one could get in that way.

But if no one came in or out, who else could have killed Harley except Penn Dragon?

The ghost?

Or rather the person this guy is, this a ghost?

Dead man expected a psychic manifestation when he saw the supposed ghost.

Coming towards him, he offered no resistance.

He believed that the magical pentagram would protect him.

Ah, there you are, David.

Hi.

Here I be, sir.

But I don't know nothing more than what I told you.

No, I don't pick fighting Penn Dragon.

Are we one, is the truth?

That's what I told you, sir.

And tell us a little more, will you?

And when you said no one had entered the chapel tonight, you meant that no mortal man had entered, didn't you?

That I did, sir.

But how could I say I'd seen the ghost when Mr. Brownlee or told me I'd lose my job

and spoke of the ghost again?

No, no, we're getting somewhere.

So you did see the ghost?

Yes, we did, sir.

The poor soul walking through the moonlight with no head on his body.

You saw it clearly?

Yes, it clearly is.

I see you now, sir.

That's all I see.

Would you, would your mind stand in against the walls or has caused?

Of course.

He was as tall as, well, he's shoulders come to just where your shoulders come now, sir.

Two men then, so we narrow it down to either you, Mr. Brownlee or you, Mr. Brownlee.

Oh, so this is awfully ridiculous.

Of course it is.

On the contrary, gentlemen, the case is solved.

Which one of them was at home?

Neither.

Remember that the ghost is hideous.

That means that the imposter must have built up take shoulders covering the head.

On either of these men, they would have brought their shoulders to the level of my pit.

Right?

It's possible.

Bravo, Mr. Brownlee.

I didn't think you'd catch me.

Dorothy, no.

No, I don't believe this brownlee.

Leave me.

I'm just warning you.

Get back.

Who'd any of you come near me?

Did you see I have a revolver?

Just take me a heaven.

You thought I was a sweet little girl.

Didn't you father?

You didn't know your dear to your daughter could murder a man, did you?

Why did you kill Mona Mahale?

Because it was a dead man.

Some months I've been practicing black magic.

Some months I've been doing up the legend of the headless monks in the organ music.

It made me so wonderfully alone.

So gloriously speed of practice the right.

Then he came here.

I let him live that first night because I thought it was a fool.

That odd second.

But he said he was going to exercise his chair to purify, his itself.

He's tightened his death warrant.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

If you could have seen his face,

it would only have been his stupid toddle face.

As I flamed the knife into him.

I'm sorry.

He flared so beautifully.

Oh, home she's mad at the heavens.

What are we going to do, Baron, to give me that revolver?

And let you take me to prison over the toilet.

No, you'll never catch me.

She's back after stairs leading to the organ lock.

Starras, Starras, they come back!

Starras, Starras, Starras, they come back!

Starras, Starras, Starras, they come back!

And turn my head.

Oh, no, this is your home.

No!

No!

No!

Don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

My poor little girl.

Mr. Brown here.

The powers of evil are frightening.

Your daughter had killed one man and might have killed more.

She was insane, hopelessly insane.

Well, Doctor, that was quite an exciting story.

Oh, I wish I could play the organ and write music for it.

There's nothing like music to really express a thought.

Just imagine the kind of music you'd write.

Probably catch a little ditty such as the family.

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Oh, no, Doctor.

Is that the way I affect you?

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But what music could tell you about the factory family?

How long they've been making fine wine?

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Well, Doctor, wasn't what you sure like home's adventure

that you have lined up for us next week?

Well, let me think.

Next week, Mr. Batel, I'm going to tell you a story that started quite tough.

The homes and I started the London dinner party.

And yet, before the evening was over, we found ourselves involved

in one of the most shocking scandals

with ever rocked London society.

Tonight, Sherlock Holmes' adventure was written by Dennis Green,

an Angelie Boucher, and was suggested by an incident

to Arthur Conan Doyle's story, The Adventure of the Devil's Foot.

Music is by Dean Fossler.

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