Sherlock Holmes - Murder Beyond Mountains

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1:03If not the most delicious. Petri so turned is not only wonderful with chicken, it's great with fish or any kind of seafood too. Get a bottle of Petri so turned. When it's a Petri wine, it's a good wine. And now I'm sure Dr. Watson's expecting it so let's go in and join it. Oh there you are Mr. Bartel. Good evening, Dr. Good evening. Drop your chair for the fire. That's it. The tobacco's in the job beside you over there. Thanks. Well Dr. already for tonight's new show I come on adventure? Yes, Mr. Bartel. Although on this occasion I'm going to tell the story a little differently. You see, I didn't take part in it myself. So I saw actors in a return, a comfy adventure as it was told me some years after it actually took place. Told you by share like homes I suppose. Yes. The time story happened the whole world including myself.

2:05I believe my old friend had been dead for three years. What have he done with himself during those three years? I wondered about the world, Persia, Egypt, South of France. Two years of his time was spent in Tibet. Where he disguised himself as an Norwegian explorer by the name of Circus. His object being to visit the verbinus city of Laza. The story of a getting as homes stood on the outskirts of a tiny encampment high in the Tibetan snows disguised on a Norwegian circus. Surrounding him was an exciting group of native guides. Their fur-capped faces and shaggy sheets can coat making them appear like strange wild animals. Because they took their gesticulating wild. The freezing wind, world-grick clouds of snow away from the mountain top that loomed above them. And homes told me that he felt a humanition of impending disaster.

3:07South, my men will go further. They say the guts of the mountain is angry. If we try further, she will swallow us up. She will bury us. We cannot go back now. We have come so far, thousand feet, eight hundred feet higher, we shall reach far. We shall be saved. I will not go. We can stay back there in the tent. And just the goddess of the mountain tells us we make a further. He is right. We can go. We don't want to go anymore. Two, four. If you say here in the wilderness, in the village, and the outskirts, you are the ferrets. You expect to be the only broad light upward. We will not go. I could have taken away the land of the mountains. The land of the mountains alone. Homes was the only one who survived. He struggled up the path of led to safety.

4:08The icy gale whipping round in a mirror in a frenzy. A few moments after he reached the top, the avalanche occurred. The tents, the guides, all the equipment were buried beneath hundreds of feet. The factory was undering snow. The way behind him was closed. He could only forge ahead, alone, unadidly descended the path of led to the plateau beyond. The goddess of the mountain was still angry. Through the niping wind and snow he battled on. Without food and without his e-tomulator, much hope. Even homes was helped us in that battle of man against the elements. What happened in that 36 hours? He never really knew except the wind howled and the driving snow slashed at him without mercy. Finally, his mind began to wander. He became delirious. What's in there, boy? I am not my valentine. My out here, I want to introduce you with a goddess of the mountain I think you will have a lot of income.

5:10To anyone be vexed, you clavier, the heavens, they get with as fast as you can. I think I've got a chill. His mind was wondering which strength combined with instinctive urge for self-preservation as to get on his feet. Finally he returned to normal consciousness to find himself jogging along a rough road in a primitive cart gone by two oxen. The sun shining on him and a white girl feeding warm broth from a cup. For a moment the girl looked at him with a comforting smile. You wonder you look puzzled poor man, you can't make a mind whether you're in this world or the next. Why are you? And how did I get shepherds? My name is Irene Farty. I'm a medical missionary. I found you wandering out of your mind two days ago. And I've taken you under my wing. We're going to the monastery of Pontia Pushpa.

6:10I know it's good to hear you miss Farty. You have saved my life. To introduce myself, my name is Tegerson Oilof, Tegerson. I'm not a virgin explorer. Oh no, no, your name is Sherlock Holmes and you're a famous English detective. You're the one that I don't understand. Mr. Holmes, you've been delirious for the last two days. In your ravings I was delighted to learn that the great Sherlock Holmes did not die two years ago at the Riding Back Fall. I can see the first simulation as useless, my dear young lady. However, I must applaud you to keep my secret. It's essential that for a while longer the world continues to think we did. You don't need to worry, Mr. Holmes. I'm a great admirer of yours and I promise that no one will ever learn your secret from my lips. Fagging a little more bra, you're dead for the weak, aren't you? Help me, please. Please, to give me a hand. Another white man travels the road to Pontia Pushpa. Stop the cart! You need help? Stop! My own cart has broken the wheel.

7:10We're going perhaps to the monastery of Pontia Pushpa. We are? Good. If you're a virgin in Pia Russian then why will travel with you? Please, to make room. As possible. Please. Remember my secret. The cart may proceed. When you wish. Your name, please, young lady. I think, Fagli, I'm an American medical missionary. I do not approve of this you narrated, but you are very beautiful. So, for a genuine forgive you. Who is this magic line on the floor? It looks half dead. I am half dead close to the infighting. My name is Cikasin, I am Norwegian. What is Norwegian doing in Tibet? I have been exploring the mountains. And what may I ask is a Russian doing in Tibet? Of course, but in Oregon. What is a Russian doing? You can see my friend. To all of Mother Russia shall belong to Tibet. But now let us be gay. We have some hours ahead of us.

8:11You are like what comes as violent? I'm afraid I don't drink. But a genuine will teach you to drink. Then you will sing your songs of his native Russia. We shall be happy. Hey, chicky chicky chicky gore, vasnimo, ready actually. Holmes told me that every note jar is aching, we're ahead. After a few hours, the strange assorted trio arrived at the gates of the monastery. The edifice of Holmes told me of great antiquity and a breathtaking beauty and built in the shadow of a giant mountain. He was fed and bathed and shortly afterwards he found himself together with his two companions in the presence of the head-abut himself, a man of great age and infinite wisdom. The faint chanting of religious music could be heard coming from another part of the monastery. As the old man... My dear Miss Folly, my dear gentleman, I have welcomed you to the monastery.

9:21And yet each one of you has come to me separately and asked that he be given permission to go to the sacred city of Lausa. I cannot give that permission my children. Borogina has traveled a long way. Borogina will be most unhappy if he does not get the permission. I am an explorer, sir. We're not that fat to title it some consideration. I too have traveled a great way, sir. My children, I realize your claims, but the permission is not in my power to grant. Che bet is ruled by our Chinese open-laws. In any case, I will ask you to turn your heads. Gentleman approaching us has proceeded to you in residence here. He also wishes to trace the world to Lausa. You have you visited Icing? Yes, my son. For me to introduce you to Harvey Follyster and his Miss Eileen Folly. How do you know? How do you know, Sir Harvey? Got podium, Borogina from Russia?

10:22How do you know? One cannot travel the world without meeting an Englishman. God may push you, what's it? And Miss Olas Gigan from North-Think or Dark Sahara. How do you know? Please, be seated. My children, the Chinese ruler in this province has heard of your presence here. He has announced his intention of visiting you. Before he arrives, I should ask you to ask each question. Four of you all from different countries have traveled here to the mountains of Che bet. That is monastery. I can offer you refreshment, the opportunity of acquiring wisdom and peace. What more do you seek in Lausa? I shall ask you each that question in turn. You, Miss Folly, what do you seek? I seek the opportunity to bring both God and health to your Tibetan people. And you, Mr. Seagrisser.

11:23I seek to chart the true course of your mountains and so to bring knowledge to the world. And you, God's podium, Borogina. I seek to bring about complete understanding between the great peoples of Tibet and Russia. If I succeed, Sharon, his family may consider turning to Buddhism. Indeed. And you, Sahavi, as representative of the British government, what do you seek? I shall not join in this contest of wishful sin. I merely remind you, sir, that your government has cited treaty with my men. And was not that treaty forced upon us by our Chinese overlords? No, my children. You have advanced brave reasons, but I cannot help remembering that the streams of Tibet, their gold nuggets, the size of hazelnuts, you foreigners, in your pitiful ignorance, esteemed gold. But I signals the arrival of Watson, which in his emissary,

12:25your problems were specific with my children. I will acquaint him with your request. Are you smiling, Mr. Holm? At the name of the Chinese overlords, Watson, Mr. Void falling into old habits and saying, elementary might hear Watson. He's going to speak silent. Silence! The abbot has told me, oh, wishes, I will hold confidence. A miracle, lady, and no thing will not be allowed. Only great Britain and Russia have treaties with my country. I insist that I have prior right over the Russian representative. Don't force me! I represented them. And for us, if you are a neighbor, I demand my diplomatic privilege. Follow me. I will decide it seems. Not you. I shall inform the British consul in Piquini, prestigious and in the presence of the God. Follow me, my daughter, where never I find you. Well, Mr. Holm, it looks as if you and I as any rite don't get to last, sir. No. You look worried.

13:25Does the journey to last means so much to you? It isn't that I'm worried about the potential danger that hangs over this monastery, a violent force is at work. Do you mean, Mr. Holm? As you know, Miss Pali, I have some specialised acquaintance with these matters, and I tell you that I have rarely seen more clearly exemplified that emotional tension, which leads to one thing, murder. That is what I'm afraid of young ladies. Murder. That was what Holmes was afraid of. The other day, as the sun was setting over the mountain top, the old abbot walked slowly in the monastery gardens. Did he talk to the man who he thought? Did he see us? Mr. Seekers, and what can I do to help you? Our conversation has pleased me. You are a man of rare perception and knowledge. I grant you one worthy to enter as a verdant of an opinoe hope. Mr. Wah has already rejected the applications of both the Englishman and the Russian. He did that, he did my son. He told me they were both very angry and threatened him.

14:26If anything were to happen to the Chinese emissary, would you have the right grand permission for John to last? You know, some children you envoyalized speaking, but what are you suggesting my son? This monastery is a fave and a piece of backwater far from the troubled stream of life. Though violence has ever occurred, I hope it never will. Yet the Chinese envoy was frightened you say, Reverend Seekers. He has left the monastery of course, but those who come here even for the short visit, must break great with a sleep at least one night. Mr. Wah is caught in the cell, he is. If not, then will you mind if we call on him or ever himself? No, it was not as I am. Though you were at best your best in talking to him, he would not give you permission to take the road to Lasse. This sleeps my son. Let us not disturb him. You don't mind the Reverend Seekers. I must awaken him if he can be awakened.

15:29What can be wrong? I think I know. I am going in. Where is your answer, Reverend Seekers? Yes. David? Yes, sir. Strangled with his own cue. The fool misguided man has taken his own life mask. No, sir. Look at those marks on his shoulder. There has been murder. But what do we do? I said it happens, Reverend Seekers. I have certain amount of experience, but he is not as in my own country. If I were to produce the murderer for you, we would have certain proof of his guilt. Would you all rise my going to Lasse? Yes, since for a few days that mission is mine to give, I will grant it. You fill me with a strange confidence. But how will you find this taker of life? I can't tell you now, sir, but I shall find him. All that I require is a little assistance from you, sir. Of course, what is it? Let us both leave this cell, push the guard here and give him strict orders

16:29that no one is to enter and just come by me. Well, my son, where are you going? Before very long, sir, I hope to be on my way to Lasse. Dr. Watson will tell us the rest of his story immediately, so I'll just take a second to remind you that hamburgers, yep, hamburgers, are practically in all American foods. We all love a good hamburger, but whether you taste a juicy hamburger together with a glass of Petri, California burgundy. Why that Petri burgundy is a hearty red wine? It's just the best friend of hamburger, or steak, or any kind of meat dish ever had. So remember, if you want a red wine for dinner, you want Petri burgundy. If you prefer a white wine, you want Petri's so turned. If you can't make up your mind what you want, it's simple. Don't buy one, buy two, but always buy Petri. P-E-T-R-I Petri.

17:32Dr. Watson seems to me that Sherlock Holmes was in a tough spot. There he was, thousands of miles from England, a murderer was run, and lose Holmes was in disguise, and he hadn't got you to help him. Oh, thank you, Mr. Batel. I must say, I think that I was useful to my old friend, but I wasn't there. So this time he enlisted the services of Eileen Papa, the American girl. Immediately after he left the cell of the murdered man, he'd gone to Miss Fallon, told over the tragedy. And then returned to the scene of the crime. He found that his instructions had been carried out, and that a guard was barring the entrance. The dead man's cell. There's a guard in front of the cell. Mind instructions. The abbot gave you your orders. Yes, you may go in. Please close the door behind us. I'm sure he has the wrong for this, Miss Fallon. It's not a pretty sight. I've seen sudden death before Mr. Holmes. In any case, I would interrupt your friend. I'm so glad that you asked me to help you.

18:33You were the only one who knew my true identity. That's why I suggest to take my old friend's place. I need to watch what I say. I need to, uh, as some didn't, some involved my deductions were in it here. A lot of men. There we are. Now, here's the candle. Oh! I wonder if it wasn't a pretty sight. I hope the candle would be pleased, Miss Fallon. Thank you. This isn't half a reconstruct. Kill us to it behind his victim, held him by the left shoulder. So, one of his cue around his neck, and pulled back. Yes, yes. The marks are south evident. Hello. What's this on the porch's feet? A cigarette. Drops as it was burning, I should think. And now it's nothing but ash. Shacky ash. Now, put your visitors, the monies, Christmas cigarettes. Yourself? The Russian and so harvy, the Englishmen. I think you may just have probably omit myself with the suspects. So that narrows us down to two. Look, Miss Fallon. What is it? There are clear faces here to make it eye, not only at tobacco ash and paper, but a cardboard. But what is that signify, Mr. Hall? The case is nearly solved. Come on, young lady.

19:33We must pay a visit to Borod in Sellett once. Arduments. Always are harvy forester. You give me the Arduments. But my dear Borodin. I am not your dear Borodin. I am Peter Dimitrovich Borodin, a passenger of Holy Mother Russia. I am no friend of yours. Come in, come in, come in. Ah, the missionary girl and the signal witted. Come in. We will drink vodka. And I will sing Russian songs for you. We haven't come here to listen to songs. The Chinese envoy was murdered tonight. So we have been told my dear. It's a harvy and I are very happy because of his thought. I thought we are not. Well, I won't pretend I am half-brother. Rosmullin Borodin. What is it, Norwegian? You were in the cell tonight at the time of the murder. That's a lie. I can prove it. And that's it. I just found ashes. It only burned cigarette ashes that included fragments of cardboard.

20:33Only a Russian cigarette has a cardboard mouthpiece. What you can or cannot prove is of no interest to me, sir. He's very oscillating, isn't he? We've just been having a political argument. Couldn't agree on a single fight, except on the danger of the common man. He was telling me of the most extraordinary revolution in his estate. Do you know they chopped off one of his hands? Your hand Borodin. Which one? As God was merciful my left hand. 21, beneath your blood. He's made a wax, my good Norwegian. He's made a wax. Worthy for yourself. Extraordinary. It's not on that. It is for a precise proof. What do you mean Mr. Seekin? I cannot tell you now. I must leave you here. Let me warn you. The three of you will be well advised to keep an eye on each other. Meanwhile, I'm a silly abbot. Why, Mr. Seekin? Because now I know who murdered fatsoom.

21:44The pink fingers of dawn are still near across the mountain top, my son. Soon you will be on your way to Lasse. Yes, Reverend Sir. You have kept your promise. You kept yours, Mr. Seekin. The Chinese soldiers have arrived and the tale of life has been given into their custody. Before you leave my son, I want you to do something for me. Anything, Reverend Sir. What is it? The hood figure in the corner is that of the monastery scribe he keeps our annals. I want you to explain for our records how you knew which one of the three was the taker of life. It was not difficult, sir. The killer had gripped vats in shoulder with the left hand when the right was used to strangle him. Therefore the Russian boarding could not fit killer since his left hand was off before. Quite so it was as you told. Made of wax, then what the clue of the cigarette pointed directly to the Russian?

22:44Therefore it had obviously implanted their deliberately to incline it. Now there is no praying police force in Tibet. We need no police. There is no crime here, my son. But continue. Why should the cigarette be plotted to incline the Russian? Unless there was someone capable of making the deduction from a handful of great ash. Therefore the murderer was a one person who knew my true identity. His ID in Fali, a supposed missioner, no missionary has it transpired when she can pass with no American? No. The secret service agents of a medical German arching seeking to reach last year before the Russians, and infuriated by vats' denial of passage. Any secret service is dead off without such employee. She will pay for the mortal sins, may she redeem herself with her next place on the wheel. My son, yes, Reverend Sir, who are about to leave me, and I shall never see you again. Though evil and death came to pantlopus van to my monastery in the caravan that brought you here,

23:51I shall miss you, my son. I shall miss you greatly, and I you, Reverend Sir, would you consider staying here? I can only offer you peace, a shelter from the outside world, and quiet companionship, three great gifts, but I cannot take from you. My work is not done, I must go on. Of course, my son. It was a no-man's dream. One last question, what is it, sir? You spoke of your true identity just now. Who are you, my son? Reverend Sir, I cannot tell even you the answer to that question. One day, perhaps, but not now, let us just say that I have wandered through world of trouble, just as you have remained tangled in the world of peace. I hope, sir, that we should meet again. I hope so too.

24:52Good bye, my son. Good bye, Reverend Sir. Good bye. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Doctor, that was really an unusual story. You told it so well, I felt you were actually a part of it. My boy, as I said, the story was told by Holmes. I never been to Tibet, been to India, of course. I never really wanted to go to Tibet. Horrible mountains, terrible willow, of Tibet, it's on the roads. So, it was dangerous for me. Doctor, you're not afraid of danger, are you? Ten years ago, Mr. Bartel, a question like that had been insult. Today, I realized that all of us, unless we're stupid, have some fear of danger,

25:54I would say that I'm definitely not a coward. No, I'm not a thrill seeker, but I've done with searching for something new. They told the doctor, I'm through searching for something new also. Now that I've found Petri wine, I'm going to stick to it. Mr. Bartel, no matter what we talk about, when you say it, it always sounds like Petri wine. Oh, I'm not. I can't think of a more delicious wine, and no wonder. The Petri family has been making the fine Petri wines for generations. Ever since the 1800s, they've handed on down from father to son, from father to son. The fine art of turning luscious, sun-ripened grapes into fragrant, delicious wine. And because the making of Petri wine is a family affair, you can rest assured that the Petri family takes pride in doing a good job. They won't put that name Petri on any wine that isn't up to the high Petri standards. Yes, if it's Petri wine, you know it's good wine. Because Petri took time to bring you good wine.

26:56Well, doctor, what do you share like home's adventure that you plan to tell us next week? Well, now next week, Mr. Bartel, I'm good at taking the story. It started off in a very lighthearted way and ended on the same note. And yet, it involved Sherlock Holmes and myself in serious danger and causes intense humiliation. I call it the adventure of the pigeon feathers. That's well done. Oh, thank you, thank you very much. And before you go, I want to remind the families of our return veterans that their sons are more than heroes. And not only for bravely, in the armed forces, they acquired new skills. Learned or bettered themselves in some trade or further education. I'm in a return with a new maturity and a new wisdom. They'll be more valuable to past or to future employers and more valuable to their country. The greatest assets America has at this moment are her veterans. Remember that. Good night.

28:00The night Sherlock Holmes adventure was written by Dennis Greene and Anthony Boucher and was suggested by incident in the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle story, the adventure of the empty house. Music is by Dean Foster. Mr. Rappon appears through the courtesy of Metro Golden Mayor and Mr. Bruce through the courtesy of Universal Pictures. They are now starring in the Sherlock Holmes series. The Petri wine company of San Francisco, California invite you to tune in again next week, same time, same station. Sherlock Holmes comes to you from our Hollywood studio. Music is by Dean Foster. This is Harry Bartel saying good night for the Petri family. Or a solid hour of exciting mystery dramas. Listen every Monday night on most of these same stations at eight o'clock to Michael Shane followed immediately by Sherlock Holmes. This is the mutual broadcasting system.