Sherlock Holmes - Living Doll

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2:00And then join us in this little session of story telling. You see Mr. Bartell, it's really what you might call the star of the Sherlock Holmes adventure that I'm going to tell you tonight. Oh gum now Dr. Watson. I actually played a very small part of the story. In any case I was much too young at the time to know what was really going on. Say this is a great idea Dr. One of the characters out of your fabulous past here in California in 1946 and helps tell our own story. Oh no Mr. Bartell, I know Mr. Torrey Seller. That's the Doft-Tiss department I'll just listen. No no no no no no no no. I'll set the scene but you must bring up the curtain is it where? In any case my memory isn't to care on some of the early points in connection with the case. You will have to help me out. Open your top and millions of listeners on the radio. I'd be terrified to speak over the air. We're on the air now Mrs. Campbell. Oh, oh we're not having. Oh oh dear. Oh no no no no. Don't worry Cynthia. If they're kind enough to listen to me week after week I'm sure they'll be delighted to hear you.

3:00And now to get on with the story. The title, The Adventure of the Living Doll. The setting, the suffix downs, the B farm to which Sherlock Holmes retired. The period, 1910. And now Cynthia my dear, the cut going up. And the first scene, welcome to you. Supposing you said it for us. Well, I'll try. We were living on the suffix downs also Mr. Bartel at that time. My name was then Cynthia Browning. My father Arthur Browning had been dead for some years. But my mother kept up the estate with a manager. A minute, you tenor. I was away at school most of the year of course. But the happiest times of my childhood was spent during those long summer months in suffix. I lived in a small world. Knowing only a few people and loving all of them. Or almost all. First of all, there was mother herself. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. And the sweetest. I remember she gave me a puppy on my 12th birthday. His name was Dasty and he was so sweet.

4:02I talked to mother about him one day. I must have sounded terribly young. Mommy darling, I do love Dasty. Very, very much. I love me puppy. And you gave him to me. You love him Cynthia. I know that. But I've been feeding him. That's your job darling. It's good for grownup people to have responsibly. Oh mommy, I'll feed him. Of course I will. I'll feed him so far. He burns. Then there was the estate manager. Hugh Tanna, such a pleasant man. And so willing to tell a 12-year-old all the things that a 12-year-old has to know of die. But Mr. Tanna, why did you have to shoot the horse? He'd only broken his leg. Cynthia, horses aren't like human beings. Their legs weren't men. I think of a horse that couldn't brisk and run and gallop across towns. We'll actually be in kind-wing. Honest to be our Cynthia. And then there was Frank King, the painter who lived on the ground. He taught me to open my eyes and realize things. No, no, no, Cynthia. That son said it's red, it's gold and rust.

5:02And then there was Frank King, the painter who lived on the ground. He taught me to open my eyes and realize things. No, no, no, Cynthia. That son said it's red, it's gold and rust. And the water, a child, look at it. It's almost rose in this light. Rose, flickered cobwebs of egg shell blue. Cynthia darling, a son that's never just one color. Still dry, remember that, would you? And then there was Mr. Pound from the city. I gathered that he was terribly rich and he wanted to marry mother. But he certainly didn't understand little girls. Cynthia, I'm going to give you a heart of crown for being a very good, good girl. Now, tell me, what will you do with it? I'll buy it at the supermarket. Oh, no, no, my dear. This is your own money. You put in the savings account at the post office. And it will make more money for you. Always remember, my dear. Take care of the pennies and the ponds will take care of themselves. Then there was the wonderful wise woman who knew all the things that aren't in books. Always remember my money. That it's good luck to touch the hump of a huntschwet.

6:05But the crystal belesy, but being self-revea-bunny, if you look at the people who save them all through the glass. And then the strangest and most wonderful of all was the lean, middle-aged man with a sharp face and the beenet who might knit one day on the down. Good afternoon, young lady. Good afternoon. And Cynthia Barney. My name is Holmes. She'll come. Why are you carrying that net? You looking for backslides? Not the one who knows Cynthia. I'm a bee farmer. Bee farmer? Who does that sound funny? How do you farm bee? Come over to my face, my lady. I'll show you. I say that's a beautiful doll you're carrying. Isn't the doll? It's my mascot. We're given to be by Frank King Tater. He made it for me. He made it to look as much like me as possible. I call her me. It's your multiple likeness. See the hair? That's clippings off my hair. The nails? Those are clippings from my own nails. She's really me. I love her. Your own nail and hair. And the doll is an exact replica of you. I don't like it, Cynthia.

7:06Remember my dear, my name, will you? It's Sherlock Holmes. And I live at the bee farm. And if anything unusual happens, it comes to me at once. Of course, Dr. Watson. I'll confess that that first meeting was Sherlock Holmes' rather frightened. You didn't understand why he was so worried about the doll, there? No, but I remember what he said about coming to him if anything unusual happened. And I'm sure that that unusual something did happen. Yes, Mr. Bartel. And within a very few days. But at this point, I think Dr. Watson should take over the story. It's where he and Mr. Holmes really entered in the room. Oh, very well. As I mentioned earlier, Mr. Bartel, I was staying with Holmes. Late in the afternoon, as I remember, that you ran over to the bee farm where I first met you, Cynthia. A few moments before you arrived, Holmes and I each of us were the cup of tea and eyehands, were seated on the veranda, gazing out across the dung, discussing the mutabitair, the human affair. Yes, please, Watson. And after a lifetime difficult to the more flunned buoyant aspects, of everyday life, but now, in what is the fanzed approaching twilight of my days,

8:08I find such peace and companionship in the exact and predictable behavior of bees. I wonder what Mariarty would have thought. So, you talk to him, you should know, daughter of the 90th. You say what you like, but I don't think that you will ever really be happy and retirement. You must have danger, the excitement of the case. The public at the same time. What are you talking about? It should be true. My work is ever for the public. What is the public, the great unobservant public, who could hardly tell a weaver by his true solar types that are by his left thumb, care about the finer shades of analysis or deductions? In any case, Watson, I chose a happy time to sink into oblivion. In comparison to recent years, a criminal seems to have lost all his originality and enterprise. My own little practice when I gave it up, seemed to be in danger of developing into an agency for covering lost lead pencils or giving advice to young phatists from boarding schools. Well, talking of young ladies, who's this little girl running after your driveway? Oh, great Scott, it's Cynthia, Cynthia Browning. Oh, and who? Poor Channing, young neighbor of mine.

9:08Hello, Cynthia. Hello, what's the home? You come to see how I farm bees, haven't you? Hello, Mr. Holmes. You told me to come to you, something unusual happened. It has. Something that's frightened me. Well, now sit down, my dear. This is my old friend, Dr. Watson. Oh, how do you do, Cynthia? How do you do? Ah, Cynthia. What has frightened me? It's my mascot. My knee. Look, somebody stabbed her through the heart. Good Scott, it's all an exact replica of a... With a pen knife crossed into a... That gracious me. When did you find your... Your mascot, like this? Just that tea. Mommy had some gentleman calling on her. And afterwards I went up to my room and found poor me on the bed. I don't remember what you told me about anything unusual. And so I came over here as fast as I could. Yes, I'm glad that you did sit here. But did you tell your mother where you've gone? No, I didn't. She was still talking to the gentleman. Well, she'll be here. You'll worry about you when she discovers your disappearance. No, don't worry, Watson. I'll go over and talk to her at once. Cynthia, my dear. Yes, Mr. Holmes? Who was the gentleman calling on your mother?

10:09Well, there was Mr. Tanna. Yes. He's the man who looks after you state the money. Mr. King, the painter. That's the king is the man who made this darling. Now who else was there? Mr. Pound. He's a businessman from London that's staying with money. And they were all friends. And they were all friends. And they were all present in your house when you found the... The... Mascot lying on the bed. Yes, Mr. Holmes. What's no, Chef? You're so? I'm going over to see Cynthia's mother at once. I want Cynthia to stay here with you. God, Harold. You would for life. Mrs. Batting, I know I'm a scene like an intruder. Like an intrusive neighbor, but possibly you've heard of me. My name is Holmes Sherlock Holmes. Well, who hasn't heard of the famous Sherlock Holmes? A piece is down, won't you? Thank you. Your guests have left? Yes. But how did you know I had guests? I know you're a great adegu- No, you're charming little daughter Cynthia. Came over to see me half an hour ago. She told me.

11:09So that's where she went. Did she come back with you? No, Mrs. Bounding, I felt it safer that you remained at my place for a while. My friend Dr. Watson will look after her. I'm afraid that she may be in danger. Mr. Holmes, what makes you say that? You know your daughter's doll, one tash- in her own likeness and with her own head of nails? Of course, Frank King made it for her. While you were a TV-safed- noon, your daughter found the doll lying on her bed with a pin-knife stuck to its heart. It's very peculiar, but I don't see that she should be in any danger because of it, Mr. Holmes. Mrs. Bounding, certain practitioners of magic believe that if a doll like Effigy is made of a human being and the effigy is then mutilated, that a similar fate will befall the living original. But Mr. Holmes, that's black magic. You can't possibly believe in it. Not in the results of stabbing a doll, Mrs. Bounding, but I... Well, it's possible that someone is trying to kill your daughter. To kill Cynthia? Oh, no. It may be more than a possibility, I'm afraid. And when these magical means fail, they will turn to more direct methods. What who could possibly want her death? You were... You have not remarried, Mrs. Brownie.

12:10No, I feel it's my duty to devote my life to Arthur's child, Cynthia. Yes, then anyone wishing to marry you might feel that Cynthia stood in the way. But that's absurd. But logical, Mrs. Brownie, do you mind if I ask you a very personal question? With Cynthia's safety at stake? You may ask any question. Are any of the three men who were present at the tea this afternoon, desirous of marrying you? Well, I... Please be completely honest, Mrs. Brownie. A different type, where they've all asked me to marry them, yes. And you want contentment marriage? Because of your dead husband's child. I tell Mrs. Brownie, have you seen this pen knife before? It was the one unstuck through the doll's heart. I don't think I'd ever seen it before. One final question. Would anyone among Cynthia's acquaintances have an knowledge of the practice of magic? Well, the old woman that Cynthia called the wise woman might... Oh, who might she be? A strange creature that lives in some hovel on the downs near here. She brews weird concoctions with her love filters and all that sort of thing. Ah, the assurable companion, Mrs. Brownie. I know it, Mr. Holmes. I've told Cynthia over and over again

13:10that she mustn't stray off and see the old woman. But you know how disobedient children are at her age. I'm sure she's been over there recently. I'd like to talk to this woman. Where does she live? I don't know exactly. But Faye can take you there. He used her as a model. And her friend King, the Peter? Yes, he lives in the village. And I shall call on him at once and persuade him to accompany it. We must find that wise woman. And I hope to save your child from magic. Magic and possible murder. Oh, no. Much further, Miss King. So now, if you're more your answer, Mr. Holmes. I look cottage is just behind the trees there. It's a pretty broken down place. Or I'll go there to only a few pennies to a name, I imagine. Mrs. Brownie was telling me that you used this old woman as a model. Yes, she was a fascinating subject. I painted her. She was mixing up some devil concoction of herbs and spices. I had her standing over a smoking cauldron with the trial of playing on her.

14:11It was quite effective as it must have been. The subject of witchcraft appeals to the King. Well, I don't know anything about it. It was just that she was such a wonderful subject for a reason. Here we are. I'll knock on the door. Now you can take the liberty of going in, shall I? No, don't go in, I'll. What is it? Listen. It came from that room. Someone is here, come on. Look at her. Look at her head. Poor devil. She's alive. She's longed to this world. Can you hear me? Here I'll let you up a little. Can you understand what I'm saying? Tell me. Who was it that did this to you? She's too far gone to speak. Got a piece of paper on the pencil?

15:11Yes, wait a minute. Hey, well, thanks. Now, you're right, the name of the man who did this to you. She's pushing the pencil away. I don't suppose she knows how to write. She was trying to show you something with the homes. She's trying to crawl over to the wall. Yes, let me help you. It's going to be a hiding place of some kind. Look, she's taking a brick out of the wall. What is it? Witch's thought. Money. A better double jackdaw as an extra penny is. And so on, silver. And at least a dozen golden sovereigns. That was for the money. Look, she's picking up one of the silver coins. She's trying to get to you. A six-pins, but what? Poor woman, she's dead. Just as she was trying to tell me something. I can't understand it. Golden sovereigns in this harbour. And she was showing you a silver six-pins as she died. Mr. Holmes, what are you going to do? Third. Check on the young girl, said, dead.

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17:13Now back to Dr. Watson and his guest tonight Mrs. Campbell, who played a most important part in the story herself. Home, not nearly as important a part of that play by Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson. Well, Dr. Watson, what happened when Sherlock Holmes rejoined you at the B-Fine? Well, first of all, he made sure that the little girl was safe. Then he told me of finding the dead woman. And the best theory is that to the killing, I can almost hear it now, Mr. Bartel. Did he say that? How about Watson? Someone wanted a little girl out of the way, because they knew the mother would never marry while the child was alive. And that's someone persuaded the old woman to do the job for her must not do it. Obviously. And she believed he could have passed a black magic, mutilic the doll, firmly convinced that in so doing she was destroying the young girl, the fashion doctor. And then I suppose when the potential murder discovered the woman was merely indulging in stupid, f**k-loy, killed her. Realizing she was only a hindrance to him and with her knowledge of the plan, a dangerous hindrance. That's not a good idea, but how do you suppose to be a count for the heart of money? Golden sovereigns don't get.

18:14They're with me on a moth. Well, no doubt it was a sum that she was already been paid for the murder that she was going to commit. As she died, she tried to give me the clue to a murder by selecting certain, certain coin. Now in her possession she had gold silver on copper, she chose a silver coin. And yet I can't see it significant, so I must confess. Well, at the moment, past her not, and yet before the evenings over, I bet you'll lift it. Won't you say what, sir? I said before the evenings over, I bet you'll lift you all fell off. That's the clue. You bet me. What an earth you're talking about, Holmes, I just say. You just give me the answer to the whole problem, Watson. I'm much obliged, you'll stay here, we'll all share. And look out, Cynthia, a little while longer. Within a very short time I shall have her intended destroyer and a lock and key. Mr. Holmes, I'm glad you've come. I've had the greatest difficulty in persuading these three gentlemen that their presence was

19:18in the process. Within a few minutes Mrs. Browning, the two of them will be entirely free to leave if they want to. Mr. Holmes, I think it'd be a good idea to tell everyone what happened. Yes, well, Mr. Brown, I think it'd be a good idea to tell everyone what happened. Yet, how do you do, Mr. Brown? Oh, how do you do, Mr. Holmes? Look here, if there's some scandal though, there is, Mr. Brown. Then I want my name kept out of it. You here, I have a seat on the London Stock Exchange. You're very comfortable for you. The other gentlemen by the process of elimination must be Mr. Hugh Tamer, the manager of the Oestate Mrs. Browning. Yes, I'm Hugh Tamer. And now Mr. Holmes, supposing you tell us what this is all about, I'm a straightforward man and all this mystery is rather aggravating. Something has happened. Something that concerns us all. What is it? Murder. Murder. Good Lord, who's been back? An old woman who lived in the village. Your daughter Mrs. Browning referred to her as the wise woman. Mr. King and I found her tonight and I cottage on the downed beaten to death. Murder.

20:18That's shocking, but what you've got to do with this? I'll explain, Mr. Pound. Each one of you, I believe, would like to marry Mrs. Browning. Her daughter Cynthia is an obstacle to such a marriage. One of you decided to remove that obstacle and engage the wise woman to carry out the plan. Finding the woman clumsy and ineffective, you decided that she was a dangerous witness. And so you murdered her. Fortunately, the poor woman, if she was dying, gave me the proof of her murderer. But how did she do that, Mr. Holmes? I thought you said that she died without speaking. She did, Mrs. Browning, but she gave me the clue, nonetheless. No, I was fracking the slow and spotting it. Well, what was the clue? Yes, let's stop being mysterious and come out into the open. Now you were with Mr. King as she died, and I shall let you tell them. Well, she was dying. Unable to speak when Mr. Holmes asked her to attack her. She couldn't write, but she showed him a hoard of cards and silver coins. A dozen gold and sovereigns. Sovereigns in a hovel like that? Oh, I see. She met her murderer, was the man who had paid her. And with all that you've gotten wealth, she died touching a silver six. Well, you are still down to see who the murderer is?

21:22Come along, gentlemen. You should know it as well as you know your own names. Now, Mr. King mentioned that there were a dozen sovereigns. Whose name does a sovereign suggest? sovereign sovereign? King. You, Frank King, were the murderer. Oh, that's ridiculous. The old woman wasn't exactly a maptomined. Why should she be so so indirect? And how much is a sovereign worth? A pound. And your name, my friend, with a seat on the London Stock Exchange is pound. Oh, that's absolutely absurd. I can prove that I've never even met the woman. Well, what is the answer, Mr. Holmes? I'm sure that you know it. The answer is obvious, Mrs. Browning, though I'm ashamed to say that a chance from Mark of Dr. Watson's game of the clue. Oh, now look here. Stop beating about the bush, Holmes. What is the answer? A very simple one, Mr. Pound. With 12 gold and sovereigns at hand, sovereigns that would suggest either the name of King or Pound, what coin did the dying woman select? A six-pence, exactly. A humble silver six-pence, and what is the common slang word for a six-pence? A tab! Precisely. Which tells us that you, Mr. Hugh Chang-ah, killed the wise lady. I am proof it.

22:23That's all. Just cry it out. Holmes, what happened? I've on the murderer, O Jeff, thanks to you. What do you mean thanks to me? Well, it was thinking of a six-pence, the coin the dead woman clutched in her hand, and as a six-pence. When he said, I bet you, I thought of the much-used expression, Betj-a-Tana. That gave me the clue of the whole business. The dying woman was obviously trying to indicate that Hugh Tana was her murderer. He confessed you say before the police arrived. Yes, after Frank King, the artist, it started to give him something of a frashing he deserved. Oh, I take no particular pride in the case, Watson. Without your chance, O Mark, I might easily have overlooked this obvious clue that the dying woman gave me. As I said before, O Jeff, I should not attempt to emerge from my retirement. Yes, yes, yes, yes. It's obvious that my reflexes are fuckingly slow.

23:24The police would never have sold all my dear wats, and when you compare me with the police, I have realized that my retirement should be permanent. And by the way, where is Cynthia? Well, I arranged with your husky preferred having her in her suffer. Some kippas of folks who they go to, a piece of that cricket top we had last night. The puppy came for a 12-year-old girl, my dear Watson. This is an occasion when I might use you of being a potential murderer. Come on, Holmes, you... You know, put the... Well, uh... Here she comes out. Hello, Cynthia. Did you enjoy your supper? It was lovely. Thank you, Mr. Holmes. Is everything all right? Can I go home now? Yes, Cynthia. Everything's all right. I tell you, my dear. Did you ask Mr. King to make that mascot for you? Yes, Mr. Holmes. The wise woman told me it would bring me luck. Oh, yes, I thought so. Mr. Holmes, will everything be just like before? No, not quite, Cynthia. Mr. Tanner and the wise woman have gone away. You, uh... You won't see them again. Oh, dear. But you have new friends here, haven't you? Yes, and nice ones. Remember that, Cynthia? We'll always be your friends.

24:26I will, Dr. Watson. I like you both so much. Ah, well, I'm glad. And, Tommy, Cynthia, do you like Mr. King the artist? Oh, yes. Almost as much as I used to like my daddy. He's like my daddy, you little. No, I'm glad to hear you say that, Cynthia. I tell you, my mother the same thing, will you? I think it might change a peculiarly foolish notion of hers. Well, Dr. Watson and Mrs. Campbell, that was a really different kind of story. I'm sure glad you were here tonight, Mrs. Campbell. Tell me, um, has Dr. Watson changed much since you last saw him? Well, yes. I think he's grown handsome. No, no, no, no. And, uh... What about Mrs. Campbell, Dr.? Has, uh, she changed? Well, she's more grown up for the last time I saw, but she hasn't changed much in one respect.

25:27Oh, what's that, Dr. Watson? Your appetite, my dear. Oh, my number, Holmes, is a miss at the mouth. You went when you were a child, but you said, Ned, just as hot-skinned, did not receive me. Well, that was your fault, Dr. Your dinner was too good. Oh, since it... Don't talk about the wine. Oh, fuck. Shouldn't I talk about the wine? It was wonderful. Sure it was. Was Petri wine, that's why? You see? How you got him started? And Mrs. Campbell, Petri wine is always good wine. That's because the Petri family has been making wine for generations. Ever since Longthal and they started the Petri business, wine making has been an eye with the Petri family. It's a tradition, a heritage that they've handed on down from father to son, from father to son. Believe me, when it comes to turning luscious sun-ripe in California grapes into fragrant, delicious wine, well, you can bet your last dollar that the Petri family really knows how. No matter what type wine you prefer, for any occasion, you just can't miss with a Petri wine because Petri took time to bring you good wine.

26:31Well, Dr. Watson, what do you share our cons adventure? Are you planning to tell us next week? Well, as next week has St. Petri stay about six days away, Mr. Bartella, I thought next week that I'd tell you a rather unusual story that took place at Ireland at the turn of the century. Concerns the famous ceremony of kissing Blanas Stone, St. Petri's night rebel, and an old Irish ballad that lit directly to one of the most devilish murders that Sherlock Holmes and I ever encountered. The night Sherlock Holmes adventure was written by Dennis Green and Anthony Boucher, and was suggested by an incident in the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's story, The Adventure of the Copper Beaches. Music is by Dean Fossler. Mr. Rathbone appears through the courtesy of Metro Glen Mayer, Mr. Bruce through the courtesy of Universal Pictures,

27:31where they are now starring in the Sherlock Holmes series. You can read about the stars of our broadcast, the April issue of Everybody's Legends. The Petri 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 Petri family. For a solid hour of exciting mystery dramas, listen every Monday on most of these same stations at 8 o'clock to Michael Shane, followed immediately by Sherlock Holmes. This is the mutual broadcasting.