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Diabolical Prophecym Moriarty, came cursed disrupting the Queen's Diamond Juicy Festivities. Do you mean the celebration that marked the sixtieth year of the wreck of Queen Victoria? Right. On that occasion London was a mecha for adventures and thieves, drawn by the many visiting potentates and the notables, all very their most fabulous jewels and elegant tagings. Oh, by the way speaking of glad regs, a few Yankees called, aren't you rather dressy or self tonight, Mr. Harris? I wondered how long before you'd notice my new suit, Dr. Watson? Not bad. Stand up, let's have a look. Yes, not bad at all. Is it your name? Is it a clipper craft suit? You bet it is, Dr. Watson. Now I know why my frenzy tipper craft means what the williest men will wear if he wants to get his money to earth. Yes, I wonder if I spoke to Santa Claus. I've tried something fact death in my stocking hair. Well, I can say is there's nothing the average male would rather find under the Christmas tree than a clipper craft suit. But the
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And now Dr. Watson, supposing we get back to her majesty's diamond jubilee and the gentleman who tried to spoil the celebration. Here to alert all London was on feet Mr. Hattis. The festivities were endless garden parties, concerts, parades. The intensity was no holiday mood. Oh but my friend Sherlock Holmes. He had dawned the blinds to shut out the brilliant spring sunshine. Lane moving on the surface from the rosely pulling apart the tassels of his ancient dressing gown. Off the fence, say Holmes, back up and stop the spruined bits of silk all over the carpet. You look as if you were no team. Everyone else is overjoyed of the celebrations. You've been alone. I'm having my own private celebration. Oh, what are you celebrating in this particularly luxurious fashion? Watson, you realize it's just six years since Professor Mariati and I pushed each other into the writing back falls? You never came back. What's up?
You're not going to tell me you're sorry. You finally reached society of that monster. No, I suppose not. The think what an occasion of this sort would have meant when theaters and bar rooms fairly gripping with jewels, intrigue and cabals in every street corner, but a vegetable elderado from master criminal like Professor Mariati. And what's happened? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Well, you, you rag your Scott and Yard subsequently today have been working night and day to protect the holiday makers. Scott and Yard. How would Scott and Yard have prevailed against a mastermind like Mariati? Yes, the one antagonist I ever found who is my mental equal. Army. Well, you forget if you hadn't finished here to finish you. You ought to think you're like a star. He's gone instead of moping about like a dying duck. See what it is, Watson. That's a good turn on me. Inactivity, that's wrong, wrong with you, Holmes. If you engage in an enormous occupancy. Yes, sir, thanks, Mr. Hudson. There's a letter for you, Holmes. Mrs. Hudson says it was delivered by hand.
Probably some people whose pet poodle is a loat with someone else's spandial, I'm not interested. For a little paper, a dress in a large scrolling hand. There's a stray sort of criss-cross me up the left hand corner of the envelope. But that's Watson, give me that envelope. Well, all right, you need to snatch it out of my hand. By all that's holy, that's not a double criss-cross, it's a letter M. Watson, it's Professor Mariati's handwriting. Oh, you're off yet, Ted Holmes. This isn't Mariati business, it's become a obsession. E.D. Freaks, you'd better go out and fish that and get some exercise or you'll be imagining that you see he let him go. No, listen to this. To the world, greatest detective, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, warning. At least he doesn't have to rate me, E. Watson. Oh, go to the blazes. You will not just be astounded to learn I am alive. I managed to survive our little personal encounter in Switzerland, not without sustaining physical damage which kept me in the hospital for over a year. The remainder of the time, which has intervened since we last met, has been spent in building myself a new organization. You destroyed my last one, if you remember. I shall not soon forget you for that.
You doubt this look on yourself as a society's protector. You are wrong. I like that, E. Watson. The more I am for it, the greater is my first revenge on society. I have held my hand long enough. From today forward, look out for me. I shall begin this afternoon by staging a daring dual robbery in the strand. To write a certain lady at the command performance in Albert Hall will lose her famous morals. Tomorrow and the day after, I shall perpetrate some cooperate. If he is ranting like a madman, and last but not least, you and your colleague, Dr. Watson, will be put out of the way. What? I take pleasure in advising you the fact that your hepatitis and Dr. Watson will be the first to go. Signed. Moriarty. So I am to be the first. Her head doesn't fight me, the old babble-headed guard. If I say Holmes, what is hebitudiness? Hebitudiness, my dear Watson, means rather blunted mentally. Oh, it does, does it? What's happening at Albert Hall's night, Watson? I believe it's a constant bad, and in a pate.
Everyone will be there. You weren't thinking of attending eyes first. Why not, Watson? Why not? You might tell Mrs. Hudson to shake the camphorot about evening clothes. I wonder if I have a clean stiff shirt. Oh, dash it, all these. Seems to be the difficulty, Watson. Oh, everything shrunk. My collar, my waist, could even my evening pumps. Why does it mean anything's laid away in mothball for a few months of inevitably comes out of size smaller? It, to couldn't be because you've grown a size larger, I suppose. Oh, shut that bite. There, you see. You see what happens when I lose my temper? What? I just popped another button. I suggest you to send to the kitchen and allow Mrs. Hudson to repair the damage. Oh, now what? It just sounds like one of your compounded clients. Don't worry, I'll get rid of him in short order. The better take the back stairs down to the kitchen, Watson. You don't want to be caught in disarray in case the client is laid. Oh, good lord.
Oh, is the bloom in the spring? Trull eye. Come in. Mr. Holmes, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Yes. I have picked a puppet, a puppet, a smog. We're the best known duelers in London, Mr. Holmes. By appointment to his height, the Prince of Wales know left. Of course, of course. You have a shop in the Strand and you've just been robbed. But Mr. Holmes, how do you know it happened less than a hour ago? My dear Mr. Pumperid, I have robbers special sources of information. No, it's incredible. I haven't informed anyone, not even the police. You see, some of the stolen jewels weren't my property. Lady Bittlesworth Pearls, for instance. As she said, would be restrunned. Then, of course, the big, great Bernie's Ruby. I had that on consignment. I practically sold to that wealthy Mrs. that comes to Jones from Denver, with a ruin my business if they're not recovered. Hit it. But it's outrageous that such a thing should be allowed to happen in a civilized country. And in broad daylight. What's happened in broad daylight? A strike, where did you come from? And what in thunder do you mean, bursting on us like this? Mr. Pumperid, I understand you've been burgled.
I've come to see about it. I'm Inspector, the strong of Scotland Yard. Well, I don't want you to go away. You may not want me, Mr. Pumperid, but your partner, Mr. Smog does. He's the one that sent for me. He'd tell me where you'd parked off to. So I came round to make sure you didn't get any bad advice. Thank you, Mr. Pumperid, for the vote of confidence. And I suppose you sit here quietly, where Mr. Pumperid tells me just what occurred. Well, Mr. Holmes, I was in the shop alone. It was getting late and I was about to lock up when a nice, respectable, young-ish man walked in the door. He wore a Prince Albert, carried a silver-headed malacostic, a small black tattoo, and had just the suggestion of a zinc. Pardon me, Mr. Pumperid, I believe. Why, yes, there's something good to do for you, sir. I was in the point of lucking up, but it was anything wrong. No, no, nothing but important. I'm afraid I have just broken a crystal of my water. I'm a doctor, you see, and my water's a rough, important bit of equipment in my profession. Of course, I understand.
Well, I'll see if we have a crystal to fit. If you don't mind, waiting for moments? No, no, not at all. I'm using myself by looking at the handsome baubles in this showcase here. They're more than baubles, I assure you. Mr. Watson, Dr. Watson, let Ruby in the middle as well as the King's ransom, as they say. Very nice to hear you out. This crystal's perfect fit. Just a slight bit of pressure. So, and there we are. Here's your watch, Dr. Watson. The charge will be two shall, and keep the watches, service, purpose, I prefer. Ruby and the other baubles. What's the more volume? And back, oh, you'll be cut by fine glass. Why, Dr. Watson, put down that case. What's done with it? I'd be wrong. Stop me. Stop. But quick as a flash, he stats the contents of the showcase, ran off the door, and was lost in the clouds, showing no signs of a limp by taking Mr. Pompred. Why, no, Mr. Holmes, the lips certainly wasn't as evident as he ran out of the shop. Even his watch behind? Yes, I brought it with me. I've heard you can deduce a man's entire history from his watch.
Well, here it is. Interesting. Very interesting. The thing that interested me about Mr. Pompred's story was that he's now Watson, Dr. Watson. My dear, Mr. Pompred, you don't suppose any jewel thief is going to be foolish enough to give his right name. I'm not so sure. What did he look like, Mr. Pompred? Oh, I don't know. Not bad looking. Bit above medium-high, but a bit of a star. Slightly grey at the temple? Yeah, I think that. I think that will hurt if I don't take a deep breath. Oh, I'm sorry. Well, as a matter of fact, the thief looked very much like... Oh, no, my joke. He was this gentleman who just came in. What thief are you talking about now? Oh, good evening, Mr. Pompred. God help a scot in your eyes, prize-watched target. Who's my watch? Where and how did you find it? Where you left it, Dr. Watson, in my shop. When you smashed my showcase, it made off with a burly's ruby. Dr. Menton Lady Bittlesford's pearls. Oh, it was what's the man raving about? As if you didn't know. So you turned the thief, Dr. Watson. This is association with Sherlock Holmes. Is this responsible, though, doubt?
I've always suspected you two were at both sides of the speech. Once there's all a thousand, is everyone gone mad? I think I can explain the confusion, Watson. You'll not talk your way out of it this time, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. We've got the goods on your thread, Dr. Watson. Mr. Pompred is me depositive identification. I've been looking forward to using these handcuffs on you, chiefs. For heaven's sake, the straws sit down and try not to be a big fool. No, no, no, no, no. It's perfectly simple. Here. Read this letter I received this morning and see if you can comprehend what danger I've really had. You take more than a letter. Shut up and read it. Now, then, Watson, when did you first miss your watch? Well, it was this morning when I wanted to take Mrs. Hilton's pulse. I was pulling her eyes to get into my pocket when I had just this morning, but I suppose I left it behind on the bureau. I sometimes do, you know. No, Watson, you took it with you. Remember you told her the times you were about to leave? That's right. So I did it. Then how did you get here? The watch was lifted from your pocket by one of the light-finger gently and Marty Arthur's employee. Later this afternoon, it was used by another gentleman
who impersonated you and rubbed the jewelry shop of Mr. Pompred here, leaving the watch behind to incriminate you. For the bleck of the filthy blad of weapon in the entire afternoon. Here, why you can give me an alibi home? That's really easy to reach. If you won't believe me, Mr. Stard, perhaps you'll take Mrs. Hudson's word. She spent the afternoon letting out Dr. Watson's brush shirt and fitting it to his person. This is incredible, fantastic. The seat was exactly like your foot, Mr. Holmes. Oh, his eggy-panky about progressive or erity it is open. Oh, I never even seen the man. How do I know there is such a person? But just have to take my word for it, Mr. Stard. Incidentally, we shall miss the best part of the concert at Albert Horan, let's be hurry. Oh, Lord, and I have to rush home and dress. I'm sitting at Mrs. to come to Jones's box, you know? Who cares? I should have to go to keep an eye on those blasted tires, I suppose. Ha, I hate music. I know, but you wouldn't want to miss the professor's next robbery. Come along, Mr. Stard.
Yes, Watson, I think we shall station ourselves here at the foot of the town's staircase. Who's emeralds do you think Moriart is after? I don't know, it could be the Maharani of Saiba, or the Bolivian billionaireist, Senora Baudaro. Ha, here comes the Stard, it looks agitated. What's up with Stard, anyone perloing the conjules? Yes, we've been already dead on this one. Our bell is lost in expensive brouch, and two have met him to run severe diamond bracelets, I guess. Sir, if Moriart is minions, we're warming up for the main event. Probably. It's these cool females. Never make sure the catches are properly tell. Thank you, Holmes, look. Look at that enormous red-headed woman coming in the carriage entrance. She looks like an animated Christmas tree. I shouldn't have to blind you. Yes, that's Mrs. DeCumse Jones, the American. She has gone to yours and most of the crowned heads of yours. Yes, and note particularly, she has an emerald necklace that makes the Maharani's and the Senora's look like something at the Vickers Tea Party. I see. Look who's beside her.
The little pipsy here. It's direct to Bonfort, so he didn't keep her waiting after all. It must be a critique on his day, what's in there? He needs to be giving it what for. Here they come. The Stard, I suggest you proceed them to her box while Dr. Watson and I bring up the rear. Those emeralds certainly deserve a card of honor. Yes, and I'm pretty mad at you from Fredmouth. Dear Mrs. Jones. You know, your gone will, I wanted that ruby. But I assure you, Mrs. Jones, it was stolen. And for today, like, don't make me laugh. Some other woman off, you know, better price. But you're not kidding me. Dear Mrs. Jones, I assure you that the duel was stolen. What about the... Oh, anything to start? I'm good, even. If this is an insect, the start of a common job, Mr. Jones. He'll tell you why, brawl. Hello, kid, Mr. Bonfort. I wonder if you could persuade Mrs. Jones to make sure all her duer catches out and work in order. Young man, I'm quite capable of taking care of my own affairs. Come on, Bonfort. Yes, Mrs. Jones? I have a good friend of yours. Please, please, don't let her go. No, no, no, no, no. Hey, hey, get off from the plane. Watson, I wasn't getting rid of any of the silly things.
Well, someone tried to trip me up. Golly Nibb. Manifest. Manifest. It's gone. Somebody stole it. I've been wronged. I've been wronged. Well, how are we going to drop it myself? I'm going to drop it myself. Yeah, that was still everybody. Don't do. A hand. I felt someone's hand on the back of Manif. Then the necklace was gone. Where did it go? Out of 55, I assure you. No one has moved. Whoever took it's within our reach. Yeah, I was on one side here. Mr. Popford on the other. And Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson were directly in there. In back. That's where our fellow's hand. On the back of Manif. It's that Dr. Watson. He brought my shop. But I didn't talk to me out of it. You were engaged. You black arse. They've burned me. You had it. I didn't touch the evidence. The silly things probably fell. Oh, likely story. Well, well, I searched me if you don't believe it. I just well will. That's why I searched him. What's that golden is left hand pocket? The pair. The emerald. And more besides. Would this be your ruby, Mr. Popford? And the lady of what's her name's purse? Yes, if this is the op-built pouch.
And the missing diamond bracelets as well. Quite a hole, what's that? Congratulations. Yeah, does it? Dr. Watson, you're under arrest. What's wrong with this? This is a preposterous outrageous. Holmes, don't just stand there. I can't even say do something. What is that a do my dear Watson? Better go quietly. Yes, as things stand, I think jail may be the safest place for you. Come in. I'm spectacular stride. I put about early on too. After last night's festivities. A patty was a excellent voice, didn't you think? I didn't miss it. I was busy. And no more jewels were stolen. Even with Dr. Watson safely under lock and key. There's a matter of fact, Holmes. Several other pieces did turn up. Listen, the duchess of Wentworth, Tianta,
and Lady Motors, Diamond, the Stunnaker. Oh, okay. Look here, Holmes. You don't think it's possible those jewels were closet done, Dr. Watson. The stride, you astonish me. Every now and then, you show signs of intelligence. By the way, I had a further communication from Professor Moriante this morning, like you do today. I don't suppose I could stop you. Quite. My dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes, yesterday's exploits were so successful in spite of my advance warning. I think I shall let you in on my further plans. I rather enjoy watching your feeble attempts to prevent my activities. That's a wrap at you, too, you know, Stride? There, go on. I shall arise for times. For this morning, I shall rob the sailors and merchants bank. At nine, the merchants' guild were received by attention. At 1115, I shall relieve Lily Langtree of her sapphires. I shall then take two hours off the lunch, the music at the suffoy is so refreshing, you know. At two, that and his trap-hagen, same as cameos, will be missing. At four, Mortimer Brewster, the American millionaire, will find it convenient to pay me a hundred thousand pounds to cover up a few little irregularities
in his shipping business. Then I shall go home for a bit of a nap, a late dinner, and then the grand finale. Well, once he got up in sleep for this evening, the blighter. I shall spend the evening in Buckingham Palace where majesty is before. All the best people will be there. I do hope you can manage to come by their homes. For a twelve midnight, I shall blow the whole place to kingdom come. Until then, out of war, signed Moriathi. He's joking, of course. He must be joking. Blow up the palace. Good Lord, it's unthinkable it is, it's a nightmare. It's worse than that for Stride. It very well be the twilight of the gods for the British Empire. You're joking, old. I was never more serious in my entire life. Come in. Inspector Lestrarter, it's gone when you're upset me. They thought you ought to know. They're worth Albert. And it's been your junior, yes. The sailors and merchants, bankers, been robbed, and the merchant's guild always been set aflights. You can't very well blame Watson for those calamities, Lestrarter. Maybe we should have locked you up too, old. But there's something else. What's that, Albert? A Mr. Pomford, sir. Mr. Active Pomford was found tied up this flat.
His Charlie come to work this morning, sir. Good Lord. The city says he's been tied up since he went home to dress for the concert last night. What do you wear that, the concert? I saw it with Leo Duay. No Lestrarter used for someone who impersonated Hector Pomford. The same man who earlier impersonated Dr. Watson, I suspect. I was pretty sure it wasn't Pomford himself. When he arrived so promptly, he hadn't had time to change, you know. Then, when I saw his ears, I was certain. His ears? Or that Dr. Duay. A good make-up can disguise any feature except ears. The ear and the man who escorted Mrs. DeCumsey Jones were not the ears I'd noticed on Mr. Pomford earlier in the day. Ours ears were, they just posed. I, rather than edges, they belonged to Professor Mariati. I convinced he spent the last few years studying the art of disguise. But then, we wouldn't know if we ran into him. I wouldn't, the stard. I should be looking for his ears, night at the ball at Buckingham Palace. Do you think you could manage to release Watson in time to accompany me? I fit to carry my own revolver. It destroys the fit of one's evening clothes. Don't you know?
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The contrast to both feet, Jailer. There's a sharp, I'll give you a theory about the information. Well here comes the straw. Looking like a mother in whose guts have taken to war. I can't help worrying that someone's sneaking that confounded Berlin to offer a book out on our bustle. My deal of strawd I told you I'd take in fear of that. Shindle Johnson has provided this for the best big pockets in the business. They're acting as cultural attendants. I promise you every guest of this party has been thoroughly if unobtrusably gone over. Not a pocket hanker has been overlooked. And I read by me at Frisk the Star, the great danger of course is the refreshments. Well, I've ordered supper served in tents if they opposite into the grounds like you suggested. If it's too far for the guests to walk so much the better, they'll have to get along and a bunch of champagne. And very nice champagne too, I must say. Yes, your widow of window keeps an excellent seller gone lesser. And keep her from harm. Amen. Here's your Albert prescribed. What's he carrying in that basket? Hey, Albert! Come here, lad.
What's that you've got in the basket? I'm taking in a chicken and a bottle of wine to the boys, sir. There's to be for a freshman served on the boys at uncommon hungry. So we, Albert, close you, give us that basket. Very good, sir. You're not going to have a picnic lunch here. A nice, pumped chicken, Albert. And rather give it. Wait a minute, where are you going? Get another chicken for the boys, sir. No, no, Albert, stay here and share this one with us. Who's that chicken? It's sticky. Yes, Watson, it contains a very ingenious time bomb. When is it set to go off, Professor Moniati? At 12 o'clock, which is an exactly 30 seconds. You're not over. Quite hang on to the stride. I'll take care of the bomb. Professor, it happened 30 seconds. Oh, sir, that chicken out of the window. He's going to go into pit. Who else? Why didn't he throw the bomb? Well, he had to run with it. Because you can only throw it about 50 feet. The explosion would be too close. It would stop panic. On the other hand, it's remarkable how far you can run. If you've been a sprinting, you're used like. Oh, really? Never been to the bar.
It's the longest 30 seconds of my entire life. Look. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. Something's wrong. I'm sure, too. Can you calm yourself, Madam? It's just a signal to start the fireworks. Yes, there goes the first Roman candle. Oh, no. Oh, it's so cute. Where did you get rid of that bomb? I tossed it into the lake. It created quite a splash, but the water didn't expose it. Perth. There's one more question. Oh, in thunder did you know it wasn't Albert? By his ears. Albert's ears are what you might call outstanding. The jewel of course, right? And I think of that. Well, Dr. Watson, that was certainly a case of never-a-del moment with spare-like homes. So that was the end of Professor Moriite.
On the contrary, he managed to give the star the slip on the way to prison. Secretly, I believe her, but we're so glad to have this candle back. He was both relieved and delighted. And now, Dr. Watson, I wonder if you'd like to give us a hint about that. I'm sure you'd like to know that. I'm sure you'd like to know that. I'm sure you'd like to know that. I'm sure you'd like to know that. Dr. Watson, I wonder if you'd like to give us a hint about next week's story. Next week, I think I'll tell you about a friend of mine who married a beautiful young South American lady. He had only known a few weeks. It wasn't long after he brought her home to England that his household began to suspect. She was a vampire. A vampire? Good Lord. Is it such a thing, Dr. Watson? But suppose you wait till this week to have his and find out. The makers of Clipper Craft Clothes and 924 Leading Stores from Coast to Coast have brought you another in the new series of broadcasts featuring the world's most famous detective, Cherlock Holmes.
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