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present the world's most famous detective Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes is portrayed by John Stanley, Dr. Watts, by Alfred Shirley

Our stories are based upon the character of Sherlock Holmes created as her Arthur Conan Doyle

dramatizations are by Edith Meiser and now once again we turn into the familiar gate

Wind whistles cold and sharp through empty branches

of brilliant October moon pears intermittently from behind scutting clouds

Hello, what's that in the good doctor's window? I'm Ken Lanjeren, Dr. Wattson is celebrating Halloween early this year

Come in, Mr. Harris, come in, why the delay on the doorstep?

Why I was just admiring your Halloween decorations, Dr. Wattson

A work of art, eh? To send you to me this afternoon by my youngest god child

It's opposed to what goblins and witches and other nefarious familiar who are abroad this time of year

You mean who are supposed to be a broad doctor? Not necessarily Mr. Harris, not necessarily

We here take this chair by the fire, thank you

Did I ever tell you of the time Holmes and I had a rather terrifying encounter with a notorious laughingly murder of high-tower heat?

Why you know you didn't, Dr. Who was she?

A witch who had been buried centuries before on wild and brooding countryside known as Dothbor

This adventure took place on all saints' eve, the particular witch's Sabbath, which she were medically conserved to her Halloween

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And now Dr. Watson to return to the witch on the moors

Oh right, it was one morning several years after my marriage a billionth full day

The last day of October to be exact

Mary and I had just finished on the Tutorial Fin and Hetty when a violent jank at the front door bell

Had ordered a telegram from my erstwhile partner in crime Mr. Sherlock Holmes

As nearly as I could remember it when if convenient meet me patting station 1015

If inconvenient come anyway bring service revolver

Don't suppose you're having a silver bullet

Silver bullets

What was the meaning of that inquiry, Dr.

It's a massive effect that is my first question after Holmes has settled himself in the corner of our railway carriage

Holmes, I gather from your telegrams we're about to book on another investigation

A dangerous one judging from the fact that you wish with a big amount of order

But why the prestigious inquiry has to the silver bullets

Because it's a common superstition among the natives the wars of Devonshire

That the evil spirits who are bound there can only be killed by a silver bullet

Who's interested in making superstitions?

We are Watson, we've been urgently summoned by Sir Lionel Fennik of Fennik Hall

The long dead ancestors of his is supposed to be on the prowl

It seems she's not a depleting all sorts of outrageous pranks

But actually threatening the safety of his infant son born only two weeks ago

In other words what?

We're not on the trail of a common criminal

This is a witch hunt

Pressing a Watson the first glimpse of the war?

Yes

You should be there shortly

Notice that ancient Roman tower

She's buried at the crossroads of the foot of that hill

It's from that building that she derives her name

Who derives what name?

The laughing Zimar of Pythar Hill

A lemur is the Roman word for ghost or spirit of the death

But she was a psycho that's why she was buried at the crossroads

She would have been burned, of course, and her ashes scattered to the forewinds

Except that she was a great lady

And mad into the head of a house of Fennik, who's given name with Hugo

Hugo was an old boy in his 60s when he married her

Much to the annoyance of his brother Edgar

Imported a lusty, fun-loving young French noble woman

A Louise de Lombard

Whose mother was a notorious Madame de Montespan

Madame de Montespan, world wasn't she a sort of Nile of Borgia

Yes Watson

At any rate, Louise seemed young and gay

And exceptionally happy and active

Two athletic, perhaps, her ancient bridegroom

Because she insisted he accompanied her when she wrote the hounds

But in due course of time he was found, his neck broken

On a far side of a particular high wall

Which his wife shrieking with laughter

And jumped a few moments before

Even after Hugo's death

Louise wrote the day and danced by night

And day or night she continued to laugh

Deathbed, taste if you're asking me

Quite

At first her brother-in-law Edgar seems to have been fairly tolerant of the situation

Since now believed himself Lord of the Manor

But one day, three weeks after her husband's death

Louise came to him and informed him that she was going to have a child

The dead Hugo is have an heir

She relayed the information with dales of laughter

Oh no, he started rumors about his brother's widow

The French perfume she used were love puffins

She entwailed companions she brought with her from France

And formed a covenant

A covenant

And the other days when witchcraft was in phar Watson

Witches and their familiar banded together in unholy groups of thirteen

Which were called covenant

Oh

Lastly, Edgar claimed that no mortal had father the child

That it was the offspring of the devil himself

In proof of contention he pointed out cloven hoof prints under Louise's window

In short, the unfortunate lady was tried to witch

And English justice being, shall we say, a slightly biased in the days

She was sentenced to be hanged by the neck until death

And death turned fair, if you ask me

After when she was bedded at the crossroads, went to Roman power

With a stake through her heart and a great stone over the grave

To make sure she didn't return right

Oh, not a primitive nonsense

I wonder

At air rate, during the last fortnight

Some person or persons seemed to have moved that stone

And some rather curious, not the safe frightening phenomena had occurred

And the present house of the head of the house of panic

Seems to feel the safety of his firstborn is frightened

And the disdanger, should we just speak tonight, which is all hellos eve

Yes, here we are, this is our station

And that gentleman waiting over there beside the wagonet

With a pair of handsome cobs is undoubtedly some anor

The present master of panic hall

Keep the duct of your knees, gentlemen

It's the longest drive to the hall

And the wind across the walls has turned on common cold

Thank you, Salano

I'll admit to homes I was greatly relieved when I received your telegrancing

I could expect you

Oh, have there been any further disturbances since you posted your letter to me?

The head, Mr. Holmes

The church bell has told of odd hours last night and the night before

Furthermore, a young goat was discovered, dragged to the foot of the witch's grave

It's throat all torn and beating

Of course, it could have been killed by a wolf or some parochist dog

But unpleasant occurrences, Salano

But can you say not necessarily to pronounce it?

That's what I keep telling my wife, and that's stupid, all necessary

But I must say when old Willie was found to be missing this morning, I really began to worry

Old Willie?

He's the gatekeeper, Mr. Holmes

Lives in a little stone lodge beside the entrance to our property

He's tended that gate for over 50 years

Never leaves it night or day

Except to come up the hall for the Christmas party and my birthday

Well, maybe the philosophy family got the best of him here, Holmes

And he decided to wander off

He couldn't wander very far after Watson, old Willie as a cripple

He managed to hobble a few feet with the aid of his crotch

But that's the curious part of the story

Willie was missing, but his crotch was there where he left it every night

Cropped up against the foot of his bed

There, Joe, was there anything else missing and a clothing, overcoat, shoes, money, provisions of its court?

No, the stones, wherever Willie went, he went in his night shirt

Not even his carpet slippers are gone

Nothing was missing, nothing at all

As a matter of fact, one object has disappeared with it

The old broom with which Willie swept the leaves away from the gates

Oh, many my wife's nurse had a particular Irish wailing when she heard about it

Is this no Willie had ridden off on his enjoyment, which is sever tonight?

She always hated him because he makes her get out of a cart

And open the gates herself when she goes marketing for my wife

Typical household food, eh, Holmes?

I tried to reason with the ignorant old fool

And she kept moaning and groaning that she's always known Willie had the ill eye

She's managed to frighten my poor wife, nearly to his kidneys

Oh, my wife is Irish too, Mr. Holmes, her name is Bridgeton Baggins

I must say they place more cleanins in these old wives' tales than we do here

Nanny says it's the curse of the house of Penny being visited upon us

The curse of the house of Penny?

Yes, it seems a certain lady, Penny, born Louise de Lombard

Oh, your son has already told me about her

Handle him which he billied at the foot of her arm and tore

That's right, when it seemed that when the hand came to place the news around her thick ear

She turned to my, well, great, great, something rather grandfather who had the bad judgment to be standing here by

She turned to him and lost

Was my dear brother Edgah?

Is this in hope?

This is Shalma

I think this is the end of Louise de Lombard

But you're so very mistaken

You don't have any leads to a matter of child

I don't know if it is, I will not let you offer, shall we?

No, not a matter of child having the great house of Penny

Louise, Shalma, come back, come digress

Shalma, come back, come back, come back, come on

The ship is coming

Is she madly up to her fence, Salago?

Certainly not all of the oldest children of our house have met an untimely death

But rather hype has since it's half been still born

Several have succumbed shortly after birth

The wind is rising

We're approaching high tower toward Dr. Watson, the wind is always stronger here

Her goss is a Roman ruin that's looking the moon life

When we reach the next bend in the road

The wind will be opposite the witch's grave

I see, a curious stippin' mist down across the nerve

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, it's a girl

I'm looking for the place in God of the Horses

God seems to frighten them

Louise, what's that?

There's something white over there on the bracket

Rain in the Horses is alive, right?

Yeah

I think our investigation may have been here

All right, come along with us

And so was it, I was dying.

Yes, the white thing is me, it's crawling along the ground.

Yes, man, who's that we heard?

What's he doing all in white?

It's a night shirt, wasn't he?

Right.

Oh, it's all with him, but his face is all black, so his hands.

Willay, what's that stuff you got in your skin?

It's the sun, the fly and the sun.

She'd give me, so I could fly here to hide our heath.

We flew here, me and me broomstick.

We flew all the way.

Oh, he's out of his head, he's delirious.

Yes, he's in a bad way.

Take his pulse, Watson.

Here you are with him.

Take a swing out of my pocket.

Hey, hey, T-shirt.

I'm frozen cold.

It's been cold since I put on the sun.

She says, because we were flying so high.

Who was she? What was her name?

The witch, of course.

What did she look like?

And I couldn't write any say.

She would wear the veil over her face.

Instead, in the moonlight, she'd put him in bed.

I've been asleep with you called to me.

Wake up.

Wake up, Willay Malone.

You, who'll be here?

Someone who can make you gone.

Someone who can make you fly.

You've always wanted to die.

Haven't you, Willay?

You're getting a done tonight.

Around my grave.

Here, take this child away from me.

Cover yourself well with it, Willay.

Cover your old broomstick.

It will make you fly.

I like that.

We like a bird.

I like your fly.

In your body, I think.

I will wait for your side.

You fly to the tower and turn together around my grave.

I did like she told me, sir. I covered myself and me, boom. And first thing I do, I got

an agent, an agent, up and up, I went up in the clothes, and the next I knew I was here

on the heat, working in dance with these people. They were dancing around in their shut-up,

but it made me dizzy to watch them, so I crept under a bush and went to sleep.

It is morning. I woke up cold and shake. Imagine, we were on a high-courtly fly, and I couldn't walk.

Oh, boy. Hello? His pulse. It stopped. The homeless kid abandoned. Willy, willy, don't give

it now. I'm afraid he has worked. Yes, he's dead all right. Dead of narcotic poisoning and one of

the most desperate for tricks I've ever encountered. Mr. Holmes, what do you mean? I should be able to answer

that question more accurately, sir Lionel, after I had a chance to analyze the ointment that's

smeared on this broomstick beside the body. What? Bring it along, Watson. Okay, if you don't

slip it on your coat. Moons rising above the hill. How bright the claustrophil'd look. Yes, this is

where the witch is buried. Yes, it look here all around. The hither is trampled down in a large

ring. Wait, Scott, there was a dance here last night. Look at these footprints in this damp spot.

Small footprints. All small. No wonder Willy said he saw but it didn't be there.

Here we are, gentlemen. This is Fennec Hall. He's there to you, Lionel. Rachel, my dear, I've brought

Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson. Thank heaven for that. It's time we had someone with intelligence to

bring order into this hysterical household. Gentlemen, this is a Rachel Conway, my cousin. How do you

do? How do you use to keep house for me before my marriage, and she very kindly consented to return

while my wife Brigitte was having her baby. And a good thing I came back. Brigitte hasn't stepped

a foot out of her bed since the child was born. She won't even try. Maybe she might. If he'd go

way there you belong. Then we'll do Nanny. What's that horrible stint? They both moved into the nursery

with the baby, Nanny and Brigitte. She's had her bed brought downstairs, Arnold. They've been

burning powders and drawing magic circles around the crib all afternoon. So wonder the baby is

insuffercated. Sure, and something's got to be done to protect the political one so

from the balls and gossies. His father won't give him a proper Christian

Christian. No, no. He must wait till the behute gets back from Scotland. So it's up to his own

Nanny to protect him from the witches. You seem to be an expert on witchcraft there. Sure, I am

that. Any part of Ireland's alive with him. No doubt. But at the moment I'm more interested in

finding out what this stuff is on the handle of his broomstick and discovering which one of the

women in this household has been visiting the witch's grave. How can you tell that, Mr. Holmes?

Tomorrow morning, Dr. Watson and I will search for a room of every woman in this house.

Not ever for, Mr. Holmes. It was a woman who lured Willie to the crossroads last night.

No one can wander over the heat while out collecting evidence of it on his or her clothing,

mud on the shoes, bracken on the coat or cloak. By the way, Sir Lionel, do you suppose I could

speak to your wife a moment before she goes to sleep? That she cannot. She has sleep already.

Really? I'd afford to be concerned over her son's safety to doze off to night of all nights.

I gave her a sleep in potion. They put it into a tea, it's separate.

I see. You said the nursery was down here on this floor, I believe. That's right, Dr. Watson.

But surely, if the child is in danger, it will be best to move over to the ground floor.

What easy thing the frown can come through, locked doors. You'll be in danger till he's christened.

That's when the witch is tried to snatch him. It's the soul thereafter. Not the body.

Nanny, one more word of that nonsense and I'll ship you back to Ireland.

Now, get back to your mistress where you belong.

Surely the detective. I mean, I'm going. She goes with me and goes to my bed.

Nanny, the fool. I know you've just about read it how long ago.

But for Bridget was so homesick, I didn't have the heart to take her to nurse from her.

Good heavens, what am I thinking of?

Cook is made out of supper for you, gentlemen, on a table in front of the farm and the library.

I'll fetch some hot coffee.

Thank you, would we've no time to waste on food?

I say, homes, I'm stopped.

Well, what's in support of you make us some sandwiches when I sit about chemical equipment?

If you could arrange it, shall I?

I should like to have a usable room not too far from the nursery.

Certainly, Mr. Holmes.

You may take over the gun room. It's directly opposite.

Good. And if you smell any further, curious odors, don't be alarmed.

Imagine we may be able to give nannies, powders and puffins, a run for their money.

Now Watson, let's see what we've discovered in this confounded starve.

Hugs packed, water, hemlock, aconite, blue, probably from a rat or bat.

I can't determine that without a more powerful microscope.

Sink foil, deadly nightshade, and soot.

The inclination of poisonous ingredients, air homes?

The interesting thing, Watson, is that they're all well known ancient poisons.

The aconite and deadly nightshade, or Beladonna, being particularly potent.

I've been a donner of violent delirium.

The poor wonder portal, Willie, thought he was flying.

Yes, Watson, the starve that was used to anoint Willie in his broomstick,

was undoubtedly a medieval, which is formula for flypointment.

You don't believe in things like dead homes?

No, Watson, I don't think Willie actually flew from here to the Roman tower.

But he's undoubtedly at the impression that he'd done so.

He was probably transported in a cart or carriage.

The rational amount of poison Willie, taken across the moors and leaving to die.

I don't think the intent was to harm him as much as it was to frighten him.

Unfortunately, whoever took into the witch's grave was frightened off when they found they were alone.

When they found they were alone, exactly.

The little people were more than they bargained for.

Homes really, there are times when you want to.

Someone over the door upstairs.

Turn up the lamp.

That's why I didn't hear anything.

Yes, someone's coming among the upper hallway.

By remark about searching the rooms tomorrow might need to sit in.

If any of the women in this household had anything to hide,

you may have been on it there.

I've been rid of it tonight.

Someone's coming down the stairs.

Yes, strutting by a step, it's a woman.

He's seen for the library.

Here Watson, keep an eye on the nursery door, I would follow her.

I wouldn't show those papers in the fireplace, Miss Conway.

Mr. Homes.

You'll allow me to take one look at them.

I'd rather die.

Very well.

Suppose I tell you what those envelopes contain.

Some early photographs of Salal and letters from him.

But they're not love letters, you must believe me, they're not.

I do believe it, Miss Rachel.

You were and still are in love with him.

The affection has never been returned, is that right?

Yes, Mr. Homes.

But Laurel doesn't know how I feel, he doesn't know how I've checked his letters.

Please, please don't tell him.

It would kill me if he found out.

I've kept many secrets in my time, Miss Rachel.

I believe there's room for one more.

Mr. Homes, I don't know how to thank you.

Don't try, and the goodness say, go out of the kitchen and make yourself a cup of tea.

Make some for Watson too.

I will, Mr. Homes, oh I will.

Homes, homes, come play.

The old nurse, the gardener's nursery, she's gone upstairs.

Call yourself Watson, we'll catch her on the way back.

Yes, I wonder what you'll bring with her.

Strange.

Her old house is clean, good night.

Why Watson?

Yes, she's coming back.

She's reached the end of the stairs.

Now she's stopped to sit down.

So that's how it'll behave, is it?

Very interesting, very...

Yes, here she comes down up to the way.

Spike a match, Watson.

Now then, Nanny, what's that you've got in your hands?

A ball of twine and a pair of shoes.

Why not?

The lady's shoes, it is.

I got to shine them.

So you did, Maria, aren't they?

Let me see them.

You got to the devil.

Well, I've been there, Watson, as I suspected,

Lady Sennick wasn't as bad-ridden as she wanted people to believe.

Sometime, during the last 24 hours, she's been out on the boars.

That red clay on her boots is rather prevalent

at the foot of high tower hill.

You mean she's been pretending to be the ghost?

Oh, it's midnight.

The witching hour.

Ah, here's the baby.

The baby.

Tanny, read it I'm coming.

No, no, no, no, no, Pint.

Get out there!

Come downstairs, or I'll have you value your...

Greasy, Mr. Halt, what's happening down there?

Like the man Watson.

Let's bet.

Now's the final, if you'll investigate the second step from the top.

Good Lord, a piece of twine stretched across the stair.

Here's the trip route.

You were supposed to fold up stairs and break your feet.

Oh no, no, no.

She didn't mean any harm.

Nanny only wanted to frighten you, so you'd let the priest grit in the baby.

Me, that's the reason she gave you, Lady Penny.

Grisit, what in heaven's name has been going on here?

Don't worry, I'm so frightened, Nanny, tell me about the curse,

and the witch is scoundering moat.

I didn't want anything to happen to the baby.

I didn't know Willy would die.

I only thought she wanted to get even with him.

I didn't mean any harm.

I didn't mean any harm.

Oh, my Lord, I've got to go.

Wow, I'll say that was a spine-gillard, Doctor Watson.

A bit of Halloween, don't you think?

But look now, why did only they want to call this death-adjustee?

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Well she hated the morals Mr. Harris, she hated Willie and she hated some Lionel.

She was a thoroughly walked personality.

Holmes suspected her immediately of course when he smelled the hocus-pocus powder she'd

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He knew she must have made the flying waitement that was as possible for Willie's death.

Well now Dr. Per what about the gravestone, ringing church bells on the little people?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, please Halloween Prince Mr. Harris.

You mean children?

Right.

Who's with the lion's death and he saw the size of the footprints on high tar heat?

Well, I'm blessed.

I hope so, I'm sure.

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