Sherlock Holmes - Murder by Moonlight

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Good evening Dr.

Good evening Dr. Watson.

Let's come over here and join me a bit of fire.

I didn't think it was cold enough for a fire tonight Dr. Watson.

Oh I suppose it didn't really, but it was one late,

so I just couldn't resist putting a match to it.

Fire is a good economy with the story telling anyway.

Yes, we're going to fire and a glass of pot.

Care to join me in one?

Thanks Dr.

So you're going to tell us a sea story tonight.

Yes, we're about to tell the whole event that took place aboard a small steamer

that piled through the stormy seas of the Indian Ocean.

Here's your glass of work.

Thanks.

And what were you and the great Sherlock Holmes doing on the Indian Ocean May?

We're on our way to Calcutta to solve the case of the vanishing elephant of Paw Bookie Per.

Oh yes, the story it told us a few weeks ago.

That's quite right my boy.

It's in the summer of 1894 with a river pool aboard the steam ship Lucifer.

It wasn't a large ship and it was both the Mediterranean and the Red Sea

and it proved somewhat so we say unfriendly.

And it told you the first part of the voyage was quite unpleasant.

In fact until we left Aiden I had spent most of the time in my cabin.

I'm not much of a skill in it.

However, as we headed eastward towards Colombo the weather cleared up a bit

and I came on desk and joined home.

I remember on the second night out of Aiden we paced the decks together.

The stars above us twinkled, the promise of a bright tomorrow.

And the faint tinkle of a piano being played in the passenger lounge

formed a perfect setting for an evening stroll.

And so it seems like yesterday.

And so it says...

What's it good to see on your feet again?

It's good to be on them homes.

It's been a miserable trip for me so far.

The captain's on his night that we can expect good weather between here in Calabati.

My next port of call.

I thought Colombo's the next top.

Where is Calabati within a call?

I don't know where I never heard of the play.

I learned in Indian Ocean.

It's a British protectorate.

There's the effect I was able to glean from the encyclopedia in the ship's library.

Did you ask a captain why we're stepping there?

No, no, I didn't.

We're traveling in Cognito.

I thought it was.

I'm not asking too many questions.

I found this in Cognito business.

Something was strange.

Every time a steward calls me Mr. Hamish.

I can't think who knows he's doing it.

Ah!

Whereas I find myself answering to Mr. Microsoft almost automatically.

The other way I would tell you.

Now that you're going to mix with the ship's passengers,

I suggest that you adopt a scotch accent.

It would seem more appropriate.

Mr. Hamish.

And I don't want anyone aboard to stick to our two identity.

I'll do my best.

But I must say, Holmes, I think you're being unnecessarily mysterious.

But to be honest, I've been influenced by reading too many of your rather floured stories

of our adventures together.

My stories are not flared.

No, perfectly true.

Colombo is your champion.

Please, by the way, you'll be interested to know that I've unearthed a little mystery about this boat.

That's you to do that.

Where is she?

I mean, what?

Oh.

You observe that sweet of trends on their bridge deck above us?

Yeah.

What about them?

Well, I've been watching them during my night's souls for the past two weeks.

The sweetest occupied and the blinds are never raised.

And I've never seen mules taken in there.

I presume, therefore, that it must contain a private galley and a cook.

I'm not saying they're mysterious about that.

It's probably occupied by some wealthy invalid.

Oh, possibly.

Possibly.

Another interesting fact is that the occupants are not entered on the ship's passenger list.

All sounds very mysterious.

It's probably a perfect simple explanation.

But in any case, it must save your energies for the problem that awaits us in India.

You're Mr. Mikecroft.

Now, remember that.

I will, Mr. Hamish.

Mr. Mikecroft.

Yes, Mr. Hamish.

You have to join me for the drop of brandy in the smog room.

Mr. Hamish, I shall be delighted.

Oh, it's an excellent brandy.

Excellent.

What's it?

You've noticed that rather ghetto gentleman over there in the corner.

You mean the one at the table with the oriental gongola?

Yes, the talkative man is the ship's duck heaven.

I haven't seen the other gentleman before on this voyage.

I wonder if he's an October to the mysterious suite of the bridge deck.

Let's go up and talk to him, shall we?

And remember the accent, Mr. Hamish.

And so about it, when we landed at Columbo,

I decided to take Mrs. Abbott for a moon like Richard, right for the cinnamon garden.

Did you, gentlemen, want to see me?

If you'll excuse us, Dr. Harris, my friend Mr. Hamish and I were having a little argument,

and we thought perhaps you might be able to settle it for us.

An argument?

Oh, a lot of good arguments.

It's a con-judgment.

This is Mr. Bred.

Are you a judge?

Yes, I am.

I'm not a judge.

I'm not a judge.

I'm not a judge.

I'm not a judge.

I'm not a judge.

I'm not a judge.

I'm not a judge.

This is Mr. Bred.

Are you a judge?

Good evening, sir.

My name is Hamish.

This is my friend, Mr. Microsoft.

I'm so happy to meet you, gentlemen.

Now, how do you know, Mr. Bred?

Ah, now, gentlemen.

Tell me what you're arguing about.

Well, Dr. Bred.

You see, it wasn't an argument.

My friend, Mr. Hamish, insists that the series canal was built by a Dutchman in the 1970s.

I'm convinced that it was built by Leicester Frenchman in 1869.

We thought you'd know.

You flatter me.

I'm only a ship's doctor, not an historian.

I swear to you, he probably knows.

Can you settle the question for us, sir?

I can not, Mr. Microsoft.

You are almost correct.

The canal was opened in 1869, though its construction began ten years previously.

The reception of French engineer was in charge of the operation.

There is a statue of him in Portside, Harbour, built to commemorate his skill and enterprise.

Much obliged to, Mr. Vera.

Hamish, I think that I went my best.

I am my cousin.

I'm afraid you do, if you're sure of the fact, Mr. Vera.

I'm sufficiently sure of the Mr. Hamish to venture a small wager myself.

No, no, no. I think I'll not make any more bets on the subject.

Thank you.

Well, gentlemen, if you will excuse me, I shall return to my cabin now.

Oh, don't go.

No, no, no, don't go, sir.

You'll make us feel as if we've driven you away.

Another toll, Mr. Hamish.

I enjoyed meeting you both.

But I have some letters to write.

What do you mean, gentlemen?

He's a charming person.

Charming and extremely knowledgeable.

A bit of a bowl, if you ask me.

You two fill in, enjoy your trip.

I'm just beginning to take so little time to get my sea legs, you know.

And I can't help it. How long you've been on this ship?

Four years.

This is my third trip, he's going to Lucifer.

Why?

Well, there's something that puzzles me on board this ship.

I'm sure that you would explain it to me.

And what is it?

Well, the suite of cabins on the bridge deck.

Who occupied it?

Hey, wouldn't you like to know?

I don't believe it.

That's why my friend asked you.

Very well, I'll tell you.

Though it's supposed to be a secret.

But there'll be no harm in telling you how

for we're dropping anchor off the island of Caverati in the morning.

In that suite of rooms, in that suite of rooms,

is the rarney of Caverati herself.

She has her own staff of servants in everything.

What do you think of that?

Oh, very interesting.

And is the audience with anyone who left the table when we arrived?

He is, sir.

He's the sort of prime minister of Caverati.

This hope of theirs is very high-fresh.

Rani, returning to her country,

afraid someone might make an attack on her life.

Have to keep it all high-fresh.

Caverati is an island that had a lot of trouble.

You seem to be remarkably well-informed about the place, huh?

Yeah, it should be.

There's the practice there, and we're young today.

Oh, very interesting.

Yes, I could tell you strange tales about the island.

I remember what...

Oh, hello.

See that fella coming into the lounge?

You mean the big man with a gray hair?

He is.

And he's a Christopher Wyatt,

owns all the tea plantations on Caverati.

He's a doubtful fella, but I'll call him over.

Eh, Wyatt, come over and join us.

Be careful.

We'll talk your head off if you give him half a chance.

Ah, draw up a chair, Wyatt.

We were just talking about Caverati.

It seems to me that would be a good subject to keep away from him.

At least after tomorrow, Harris.

What do you mean?

You know perfectly well what I mean.

I should have thought that after your own experience on Caverati,

you would have learned a little to stretch.

You're talking like a schoolmaster, Wyatt.

Why did he sit down and have a drink from this family?

Thank you, Wyatt.

But for my own company.

Compresses.

You and Christopher don't seem on the best terms, don't you?

I know too much about him.

He's afraid of me.

That's what he is.

Look at this girl coming in the room.

Great scutch. She's good looking.

Judging by our Oriental costumes,

she must be a number of the Iranis retinue.

She's coming to our table.

Here's my dear. What is it?

Which of you gentlemen is Mr. Micros, please?

I am.

My Mr. Ascender, Complement.

And us that you will call on her in her suite.

And who is on Mrs. May I ask?

Her highness, the robbing of Caverati.

Oh, I should be delighted.

Please tell the ranny that I shall pay my respects for love to lay.

We will join her in a few minutes.

Very well, Mr. Micros.

You know, Holmes, this is pretty exciting.

The girls just bought us a message.

It was this stunning creature.

Imagine what the ranny herself has put on her foot

and enjoy the romanticist you are watching.

I suppose you picked up the ranny excited,

oriental splendor, reclining, like an oddelisk on silk and cotton.

No, no, no, no. There's no need to make fun of me.

Oh, silk.

Huh? Here we are, cabin.

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Follow me please.

Follow me please.

Come in.

Her Highness,

the Ronnie of Cabaretty.

All right, Regina, you can have it.

Yes, Your Highness.

Well, I'm in Edgeham with the starters.

Come in and sit down.

Your Highness, say it.

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

Don't ask it into your future, Your Highness.

What did you expect?

Just learnt our beauty with a veil and big gifts?

Well, I've got a big gift for all right.

Your Highness, Edgeham.

I'll never mind your Highness.

Sit just as down and talk free and easy like.

I may as well begin by telling you that I know who your boat are.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson.

You may do that.

I've seen you in the good old days and London, you know.

I may ask if I visit this purely a social one.

Or are you in need of that professional advice?

Yeah, well, little boat.

Mr. Holmes, I'll little boat.

And we'll start off with being social.

Roma.

Memeside.

Champagne.

Boatachi Memeside.

If you'd pardon my ask you, madam, but, uh...

I'm going to see you before, shall we?

Oh, that's a question.

Oh, he's having the answer.

Yes, you probably have, Dr. Watson.

You see, I was in the chorus.

A daily theatre in London for quite a few years.

Until the Roger of Caberotti decided I'd look better on his island

than I didn't find it to put light.

Your husband, Roger, is dead, isn't he?

Yes, he was killed playing polo.

Champagne Memeside.

Cool.

Champagne Memeside.

I'd share.

He doesn't speak English.

I won't get along with tell you my troubles.

Mr. Holmes, somebody's trying to kill me.

Kill?

Good God.

A man asked what reason you have seen that, madam?

You may, Mr. Holmes.

Before I left England, I had thrifty letters warning me

that if I ever went back to Caberotti,

I'd never get to the island alive.

I got another letter in port side that said the same thing.

You'll get these letters, I trust?

No, I didn't. I tore them up.

I never did pay attention to letters that weren't signed.

No, let's get pity, madam. Those letters might have been invaluable.

Now, it's too late to think about that now, Dr. Watson.

Here's what's on my mind.

Our land is Caberotti in the morning.

And if anyone's up toward it, it's no good.

Tonight's the last chance.

You would destroy the threatening letters, madam.

Thereby, indicating you did not believe in the threats.

And yet, you now appear to feel it's what, indeed, Joe.

I wonder what made you change your mind.

The Ace of Spades.

Yes, I understand you, madam.

In the last two days, every time I tell my fortune,

I get the Ace of Spades.

Now, you know what that means.

Yes.

If you'll pardon my say, Joe, that's a very childish superstition.

The cards have never lodged in the yet.

Oh, you can laugh at it if you like, but I know.

Well, you mind if I ask you a few questions?

Anything along the surrounds, far away.

How long has it since you were in Caberotti?

About 18 months.

We were in England when my husband died,

and I couldn't face the idea of going to that island alone.

In three months ago, Verda, oh, he's the chief minister of Caberotti.

Yes, he's the madam.

We met him for a moment in the town.

Thank God.

Verda came over to England to persuade me.

It was my duty as a rally to go back.

I see.

As far as you know, have you any enemies among the passengers

on board the ship?

No, that's an odd one down to Mr. Hounds.

But I can tell you, right here in my suite,

there's someone who doesn't like me.

A girl redo another one that brought through my message.

She was in love with a Roger herself.

Oh, no, she hates me.

Even though she did stoke me in England after my husband died.

How about Verda, young minister?

Oh, he's all right.

My husband thought the world of him,

and he's been wonderful to me.

He came from Caberotti.

Recently, he was there to persuade you to return there.

That's right, Mr. Hounds.

Well, from the sea to be all right,

I have to drink in that champagne,

so it'll be safe for our staffs on now.

Champagne unlocked it all.

But that's your main side.

Well, I've been burning with curiosity to know

why you gave him a glass of champagne a few minutes ago

and yet we didn't have any.

Well, surely that's obvious what's in there.

A film that is the official poison taster.

Isn't even a book.

That's right, Mr. Hounds.

He tastes everything I eat or drink before I do.

If a bottle of fact in, then I know it's safe.

Better brought him over to England when he came to fetch me.

On the island of Caberotti,

Poison is quite another, you know.

Well, there were two people in the smoking room

who seemed to know quite a lot about your island.

The ship's Dr. Ruther.

Galeros Gentlemen, by the name of Harris,

and Sir Christopher Wyatt,

who owns tea plantations on the island.

Do you know either of them?

We should say I do both of them.

Dr. Harris isn't any good.

He was on the island for a bit.

He got into some kind of trouble,

and my husband had him thrown out.

And how about Sir Christopher Wyatt?

Oh, Chris is all right.

I saw quite a bit in the London after my husband's death.

So it's a matter of fact.

Well, if I weren't going back to Caberotti,

I don't think he'd be on the boat at all.

Yeah, he did.

Over five years.

If this had aroused my husband over the wages,

he'd pay the native labour.

But seem to me with several people aboard this boat

have a personal interest to the island of Caberotti.

Interests that might be influenced by your death.

Yes, that's what I was going to say, Madam.

I think we should keep an eye on you.

No, that's just, but I was hoping you'd say, Doctor.

You see, aren't given a bit of a subtle process tonight.

All the people we've been talking about have been invited.

And I thought,

when I thought a future would be here,

that should be on the lookout for any funny business.

How about it?

Welcome, welcome.

I think it might be a good idea.

Although I would suggest that we retain our encounters

as Mr. Hemish and Mr. Michael.

What are you saying, Mr. Holmes?

And now, let's have that champagne.

You know, Holmes, I remember the rally when she was in the course of the day.

She looked stunning in tights.

There was one night, I thought, I'm okay with that.

Don't mind that moment, there's a question.

I'm going to ask you.

Oh, sir.

Is your net for bet fully equipped with all the antidotes to poison?

Poison?

Dictus.

How could you run it?

You know, Holmes.

I remember the rally when she was in the course of the day.

She looked stunning in tights.

There was one night.

Yes, no, I'm okay with that.

Don't mind that moment.

There's a question.

How could you run it be poisoned when she has a poison taste?

Mad here, Watson.

You must be done.

Help! Help! Help!

What's the blazers in my Watson?

They're colliding from the compound way.

There are two figures struggling on the rail.

Good heavens.

I'm going to twist the other number to the compound way.

Good lord.

His skull's smashed in.

I'm afraid that he...

What's happened?

It's a Christopher Wyatt.

What are you doing here?

I was taking you slow.

I heard a yell from this direction and came here as fast as I could.

Great Scott.

The spell is leading badly.

I mean, let's get the ship stocked.

It's hard to end this as every I fear, so Christopher.

Do you need?

In the first place, this man is dead.

In the second place.

He is the ship's doctor.

We'll hear the rest of Dr. Watson's story in just a second.

So I'm just going to ask you to do one thing for me.

Well, I should say for yourself.

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And I know that Petri burgundy is a good wine.

In fact, it's a perfect meal time wine.

Try it and see.

And, not Dr. Watson, tell us what happened next.

You said you found the ship's doctor dead at the foot of the companionway?

Yes, Mr. Bartillo. His neck had been broken instantly.

Imagine there was a good deal of excitement aboard.

No, my boy, as a matter of fact, it wasn't.

We managed to get the body back to its cabin without tracking attention.

Holmes, after revealing his true identity, was able to persuade the captain to hush up the killing

until off to La Ronna's party had taken place.

Well, he didn't want to scare the murder, I guess.

What happened next, doctor?

Holmes and I have returned to our cabin to this for the party.

Holmes, I remember, was in a state of suppressed excitement.

He spoke quackly.

Watson?

Surely it's obvious why the doctor was murdered?

No, it's obvious to me.

It's an elementary idea, fellow.

Yeah, being a subtle murder by poison?

How wise to remove the one man who might say that it gives life.

A doctor?

No, you keep harping on poisoning.

It seems to me that we've been the last way a murder would try to dispose of La Ronna.

Everything she touches is first tested by the poison tester.

Exactly.

That's why I call it a subtle murder attempt.

Didn't you notice the physical attributes of Pruma, the poison tester?

Which particular...

Holmes, unusually glossy hair, his remarkable clear complexion, his figure.

Look here.

Just come something, will you?

What's that?

I presume that in your medical bag you have a supplier, Magnesia.

Naturally?

Do you also have hydritic fatigue oxide?

Yes, I do.

Spread it.

And it's beyond the party.

Well, the thing's to take to a party, I must say.

True, Magnesia, fellow.

But I'm afraid that this party may not prove as convivial as La Ronna thinks.

Holmes, it's nearly one in the morning.

Everything seems to be going splendidly.

It seems to be Watson, but keep your eyes on La Ronna.

Yes, I have been in the poison test.

There's tested everything that passed her lips.

Er, we don't endorse to use the crystal.

You have the good time.

Yes, indeed, thank you, Mr. Hamish.

Although, too much to microthed.

Oh, La Ronna is a perfect hostess.

Who could have helped having a good time?

I don't think that girl, a tuner, should be here, though.

I don't want to be pompous, but after all, she's only a glorified servant.

I'm possibly the laws of etiquette.

I'm not so strict in canon.

Cavalati is, yeah, I'm London's, Christopher.

Oh, perhaps you're right.

But I don't plus the girl.

Something's shifty about her.

I told La Ronna more than once.

Oh, well, I suppose it's none of my business.

I think I'll try and persuade La Ronna to sing a wonderful old song.

No, La Ronna.

He doesn't trust the tuner, and I don't trust him.

I don't think it was an accident to be fond of him near the body.

Dr. Hasch.

He comes together.

I trust you, gentlemen, not enjoying yourself.

Very much, Mr. Veda.

Thank you.

I imagine you must be excited with the prospect of returning to Cavalati.

I am, Mr. Microthed.

Though I only left it three months ago.

It has seemed more like three years.

If you can, what time will La Ronna?

I am told that we shall be there in five hours, Mr. Hennings.

Oh, look, look, La Ronna is at the piano.

She must be going to give us a tune.

Yeah.

Let's move a little closer, shall we?

Chris, you asked me to sing something.

Yeah.

My voice isn't what it used to be.

And don't you all know it.

But please spare it for the same.

And that's enough to put a number over.

So, what was our voice?

Here we go.

My sweet heart's the man in the moon.

I'm going to marry him soon.

To what fill me with a bliss.

Just to give him one kiss.

But I know that a dozen are never wooden.

Yes.

I'll go up in a great big...

Wait, cut.

Quick, watch her.

In medical bags.

I'll lock the doors, right at home.

With some water, please.

Help me.

Oh, please.

Help me.

What is the matter?

Don't be frightened, Madam.

I'll take care of you.

Of course.

Come with me.

To me...

What happened?

Oh, it's such a pain.

All the symptoms of arsenic poisoning.

Now I know why Holmes asked me for Helen and Magnesia.

Helicopter time.

Do something for me, Doctor.

I'm dying.

Don't worry, Your Highness.

You're not going to die.

She's going to live, Holmes.

Oh, gracious me.

I'm tired.

It's touching go there for a while.

Oh, Don, what snow, chap.

Well done.

Now that she's out danger, why can't we all go back to our cabins?

It's nearly dawn.

We've been locked in here since one o'clock.

You know right to do this, you know.

Possibly not, Sir Christopher.

But there's a murderer in this cabin.

And I don't intend to let him escape.

Mr. Holmes.

What happened?

How could I have been poisoned?

Well, it's too much.

I tasted everything first.

Why, what's the deep poison?

For a very simple reason, Your Highness.

The murderer has been conditioning for Omar for over a year.

What?

What are you mean?

He's been feeding him gradually increasing doses of arsenic

until he has finally become immune to the poison.

Great, Scott, I never thought of that.

Omar's glassy hair is complexion and start to figure out

all typical of a person consumes arsenic regularly.

Who could have done it?

Only one person had the opportunity.

Well, tell us who that person is.

No, not you, Sir Christopher, not you.

You haven't been on the island for years.

Whereas, through my return from Karabati for three months ago,

Roduna has also been in London with her mistress

for the past 18 months, remember?

The answer is obvious.

You did, Verda.

You brought the taster over when you came to fetch me.

You prepared it for the year before end.

Of course I did.

No white ranna will ever rule over Karabati.

And you murdered Dr. Harris.

Equally true.

Mr. Hottens, give me the key to the door, please.

Oh, no.

Do not come near me.

Please, throw it on the floor.

Do not hesitate.

You see this revolver?

I should have no compunction in using it, I assure you.

Have you expected a stick, Verda?

The key, please.

Thank you.

You'll never get away with this, Verda, you devil.

But I shall.

We are now in the harbor of Karabati.

I shall swim ashore and arrange your welcome, my dear Rane.

Turn your backs, please.

Turn them.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

He's gone.

Come on, Watson.

You, you have your old old Watson?

Yes, but you get a chance to dodge.

He had me covered.

Aim for a leg or an arm and don't hesitate to shoot.

There he is up on the lifeboat.

He's coming up on the rail.

Where's he? Where's it he go?

Out there on the rail above his net him.

He's going to die.

Give me that revolver, Dr. Watson.

Quick, that's it.

Come down off there, Verda.

Holds.

Let them.

Keep on alive, Verda.

There he goes.

He's died.

Madam, you start to kill.

Of course I did, Mr. Hottens.

Remember that we're now in Cavalotti waters.

And that I though I may not look like it at the moment.

I am still the Ronnie of Cavalotti.

Say, that was a swell story, Dr.

had a lot of color and quite a bit of that.

Well, I'm glad you liked it, my boy.

Oh, I didn't.

So you know, that's not a bad idea.

I mean, having someone taste everything before you did it.

Oh, it's a very old idea, very old.

They're coming two years ago.

You know the kind of job I'd like.

No, what's that?

I'd like to be the official taster for the Patrick family.

Boy, just think of all the Patrick wine I'd get to taste.

Patrick to the right of me.

Patrick to the left of me.

What a life.

What wine?

I'm having a job as well.

You said it.

The Patrick family in a real knows how to make good wine.

They've been making wine for generations.

And because they've always owned and operated their own business ever since it was started way back in the 1800s.

Well, the Patrick family is sure pile up plenty of skill and experience.

Yes, they've been handing down in the family from father to son, from father to son,

the fine art of turning luscious grapes into delicious wine.

That's why you can't go wrong with any Patrick wine.

It must be good.

Because Patrick took time to bring you good wine.

Well, Doctor, what new story do you have lined up for us next week?

I'm going to tell you an adventure that Sherlock Holmes and I had many years ago.

It concerns a series of bonfires, an underground cellar full of gunpowder,

and a strange death on the rooftops of London.

Today's Sherlock Holmes adventure is 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 Mazarin Stone.

Mr. Rathbone appears through the courtesy of Metro-Goldwood Mayor,

and Mr. Bruce through the courtesy of Universal Pictures,

where they allow starring in the Sherlock Holmes series.

The Patrick wine company of San Francisco, California,

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This is Harry Bartel saying good night for the Patrick family.

Sherlock Holmes comes to you from our Hollywood studio.

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