Sherlock Holmes - New Years Eve Off Scilly Isles

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Our stories are based upon the character of Sherlock Holmes created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Sherlock Holmes is portrayed by John Stanley, Dr. Watson by Alfred Shirley and the drama

designated by Edith Meister. Well, here we are once again on the threshold of Dr. Watson's study.

We find Mr. Holmes' genial biographer strutting up and down in front of his fireplace.

Even Dr. you look fit. The Christmas festivities don't seem to catch you down.

I am fit Mr. Harris very fit. If it isn't that I'd rather well fit it.

For good Scotland, where are you? Why Dr. Watson? Don't tell me Santa Claus brought you a flipper fat suit.

Well, why not? Just because we've been a little bit venerable, doesn't mean I'm antique.

I still enjoy making a good impression, don't you know? Well, in that suit it'll be the girl that goes

when you walk down the street. Seriously, now Dr. Sir, what do you tell us what tonight's story is to be about?

Well, tonight I thought I'd relate how Holmes and I spent New Year's Eve off the silly aisles.

The silly aisles? That sounds appropriate, Dr.

The name of these particular islands is spelled S-C-I-L-L-Y. They are located roughly a 100-mile southwest of

Landon's end, Mr. Harris. Oh, what in the world were you doing there on New Year's Eve?

Trying to prevent a great maritime catastrophe. Do you remember what happened to the Titanic?

Do you know what happened to the Lucitania? Well, the lives of those of the ocean

landed gigantic were in even greater danger. When Holmes and I went over the side on New Year's Eve in

the year 1912, well, who put two heavens? Then I go getting ahead of myself again. Suppose I

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Dr. Watson, to return to the new year's Eve, you and Sherlock Holmes celebrated on the

good shift gigantic. Yes, sir. Here's your common jelly, Mr. Harris. Like a couple, don't burn

yourself. Yes, it was probably the most technical year's eve I ever experienced. Nothing is

as terrifying to a seafaring man as the thought of fire aboard. Panic, the isolation.

I don't know that's not in order. Yes, let me see. It was the last day of the year 1912.

It's in section, the sufficiently placid I must say. A light snow was falling as Holmes and I

seated ourselves on either side of a well-filled breakfast table. The flames of our sea co-fire

afflicted themselves cheerfully at the generous coffee pot. The whole house was filled with the

present aroma of the stuffing, which his husband was preparing for our new year's goose.

Suddenly there came a frantic jangle, the front doorbell.

No, definitely not. No, who are Holmes? Whoever it is is putting our front doorbell out by the

roots. Whatever his problem is, I'm definitely not interested. Yes, Watson, being the world's greatest

consulting detective has its disadvantages. People always manage to think in the difficulties

of the most inopportune moments. Yes, you should try being a doctor, Holmes. No female, since he

was ever decided to become another as a convenient time. Oh, come in, confound it. Mr. Holmes?

Mr. Shalab Holmes, naturally. Whatever your problem is, I warn you, it'll have to wait

till after the holiday. And he can't come to Mr. Holmes. Coast 2,000 lies are at stake. I pray to

having you'll be able to reach them before it's too late. Reach whom? Where? And what is this

disaster you anticipate with such trepidation? The steam shift gigantic, Mr. Holmes.

He should be somewhere off the silly aisles by midnight. We've been reliably informed that

an attempt will be made to set fire toward that time. If successful, it'll be the greatest

disaster in all maritime history. Yes, in that case, I suppose I shall have to forgo

the little celebration I'd planned for this evening. Have to? Oh, really? Holmes, you are a code

that it fish. Oh, I'm sorry, I don't believe you've been my colleague, Dr. Watson. Mr. Pembroke,

Reginald Pembroke, how did you do, sir? I'm chairman of the Board of Floyd's, the famous

insurance company. Oh, that your desire to prevent this disaster isn't entirely humanitarian.

Not entirely, but need to visit all together mercenary. There's more to take them alive to the

passengers on board the gigantic. If she goes down, the financial stability of the British Empire

goes with her. Interesting, eh, Watson? Continuous to Pembroke. You may be aware, Mr. Holmes, that

during this past year, there have been a terrifying number of marine catastrophes.

Holmes, there's everything, Mr. Pembroke. I'm quite cognizant of the fact that quite a few of the

newest and fastest British liners have been destroyed at sea by fire, storm, and accident. They

weren't accident. And Mr. Holmes, I shall quote, the Egyptian star was destroyed by fire in the

Persian Gulf, 800 last last. The Lord Nelson disappeared in the Typhoon and Indian Ocean,

no survivors. The southern cross exploded and sank off the coast of Brazil, 1,200 casualties.

The Wellington, the Lady Jane Grey and the Eldorado all caught fire in different parts of the

Pacific, total deaths over 2,000. The greatest disaster was last April when the Titanic ran into

a much spurred with a loss of over 1,500 souls. The public's becoming panicky about travering on

British ships. The ships about the Nationals is at taking all our trade. Three back,

nearly 10 investment concerns were large marine interests have gone to the wall. Even

Floyd is not too secure, but that is not the most serious aspect of the situation.

Really? Good Lord, don't tell me there's worse to come.

Much worse, Dr. Hudson. Those ships disappeared if any parts of the world were sunk by diverse

birds. One factor, however, was the same in each disaster. And that once the cargo carried by each

ship was gold, English gold. If you ever became known, how much British bullion lies at the

bottom of the seven seas? British credit would be badly crippled.

As a matter of fact, the Bank of England has been forced to import a large ship from the gold

from Canada. And it's only gigantic. Good Lord, don't wander your necks.

The whole economic structure of the British Empire is at stake, Mr. Hudson. Nothing must happen

to the gigantic. What makes you think anything will? A cable. But send shortly after the gigantic

left Queenstown. She makes a stop in Ireland on the eastbound voyage, you know. She says shortly

before dawn this morning. The gang plans have been drawn in. The last line have been cast off

on the way propellers have begun to churn. Suddenly the dogmaster noticed someone sliding down

the ship's side on the rope.

Hi, look up there. Some fools climbed over the slide. He's coming down on the rope.

Go back, you think he'll never make the job. He's caught in the water. He's got

done with the ship. No, no. He's pushing the rope away from the ship to the speed.

He's swinging out. He's going to jump. He made it. Someone ever in the bridge has seen it.

He's calling to hit that pick himself up. He's shouting back.

Happy New Year! Happy New Year!

In hell! Good Lord, I know the man's home. It's Smoky Joe, the Firebird.

If a gigantic don't catch fire between here and south, hand him I'm a Dutchman.

Smoky Joe's instantly repaired him before a Watson, not merely as an expert arsonist,

but a dangerous pyromaniac as well. They could in my hopeless penra.

No, no, Mr. Holmes. Unfortunately, he was too quick for them.

He crawled down a ladder and disappeared among the pylings under the dogs.

So the gigantic is headed for Southampton with a nice bit of Joe's handiwork aboard.

I think it's a fire bomb, eh, Holmes? Not necessarily Watson,

but in many ingenious ways of starting a fire, you know.

Whoever hired Joe would prefer to have it happen went out to sea, I imagine.

Oh, Lord, exactly, Mr. Holmes. We've wireless captain Brooks to make a search, of course,

but on a ship the size of the gigantic is like looking for an eagle in a haystack.

You are our one-hole, Mr. Holmes. If only you wouldn't get on board in time.

And how do you suggest I go about that little assignment?

The chairman of the Great Western Railway has placed the Royal Trench on disposal.

All other traffic will be cleared off the tracks.

Now you should reach land then shortly after lunch.

My yacht, the Albatross, will be waiting for your parbirds and eyes.

Very speedy little craft him, but any luck you could sight the gigantic around left club tonight.

Yes, 11 o'clock.

It was its smokey Joe called out, happy new year in hell.

It won't be new year at midnight.

If we reach the gigantic by 11, we may just possibly be in time.

Six bells, it's 11 o'clock.

Come from this fog we've had to reduce our speed to half.

We're in another catch up to the gigantic now, Holmes.

Nonsense, she's had to slow down too.

I only hope we don't miss an attack in this fog.

I don't really care.

You don't sound it if it wasn't.

What's up?

Do you have to use that unfortunate expression?

I'm telling you, feeling squeamish.

If this couldn't found it or roll, I can stand a good blissful sea,

but this falling up out in a teacup.

Pity guy didn't bring them up, since he's a bit old.

It's only one remedy for this sort of thing.

What's that?

Staying on shore.

Johnny, it's been your year, this is.

Who do you suppose is this possible for these confounded sinkings anyway?

The pen rope seems to feed us a foreign cloth.

The bitterly European shipping industry is better than the most, of course.

Holmes, did you hear that?

I joke, yes.

Sounds like an ocean line or that enough?

Yes, we're thinking the car.

God, this year's the gigantic looming out of the fog.

Looks like a mountain coming out of us.

Yes, Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson coming aboard.

Let down a ladder.

Down, down, down, coming over.

Look out, yeah!

Here's Dr. Watson, I think you can manage it.

And climb up the ivory tower on a closed line,

if you would get me off this bouncing cockser hill.

Quite an impressive array of instruments you have up here on the bridge, Captain Brooks.

Yes, Mr. Holmes, homo gigantic, we have the latest of everything.

And none of it's any real use in case of fire.

Dive soon piece of typhoon or a shipwreck.

Or a mutiny even dog, right?

It's on a fire on board ship.

Sure, here's shipwreck, this size should be fairly fireproof.

There's what you might think, Dr. Watson.

But there are three factors that make a fire on a luxury line and dangerous.

First, there's all the confirmed ornamental woodwork that's used in a passenger construction.

Second, there's the fact that once a fire gets a firm hold,

it's fed by drops that rush through the ventilating system.

And third, there is the element of pen.

Nothing makes people behave more like wild beasts,

quicker than the prey of fire.

In case of fire, you had a cross for alarm system.

Oh, we have the old-fashioned system of bells,

and also something rather recent.

The gigantic is one of the first ships to install it.

You see that glass case over there, don't you?

Oh, the one with a lot of tubes entering from below.

Looks rather like a giant honeycomb, eh, Holmes?

Each of those tubes leads to a separate compartment of the ship.

The instant of fire breaks out anywhere.

Smooth is immediately drawn into the glass case,

I've stationed a sailor to watch that case.

Believe me, gentlemen, the first whip-pips look.

Please will know it.

Yes, undoubtedly very helpful, Captain Brooks,

in the case of an ordinary complication.

I assure you, a fire set by Smokey Joe is not ordinary.

He's a master arsonist.

Ten seconds after one of his fires breaks out

to a dealing with a raping inferno,

I can't tell him that they tell me the man who did it.

At Queen's town, that uses a smoothing.

Well, that's more than 18 hours ago.

If he had set fire, it seems to me that we'd be inflamed

by this time, not necessarily.

There are many methods by which a fire can be made

to break out, long after the pyromaniac

has left the seal of his crime.

You'll say you'll find no tight bonds,

no attainable assets.

No, Mr. Holmes.

Ever since I received word that we were in danger,

I've had my men searching high and low.

They found nothing, absolutely nothing.

He's been a systematic search, I promise you.

Yes, but you've drawn a blank,

and that's what comes with using system

instead of brains and initiative.

Oh, and how do you propose

locate whatever it is we can't find

by using a little logic?

I shall credit Smokey Joe with having the intelligence

to place his fire-starting device

in the place where it'll do the most damage.

The man's noometer, Captain, he knows his business.

Then I shall investigate that place

and remove his hand and work.

Whom's your bragging again?

I've told my dear Watson,

I think I may promise I shall have discovered the menace

in the prop and op.

I only hope Joe's little device

doesn't do its nasty job before then.

Half an hour.

It's now 11.30 exactly.

You think you can solve this problem by midnight?

Yes, Captain.

With any luck, I think I can promise you a classic

and I've been fooling you here.

Captain Brooks, yes, Mr. Holmes.

We'll see you through the trouble.

The wireless engineers,

I wish it to report something wrong with his apparatus.

Both ascending and receiving equipment

have something gone out of commission.

I don't like that.

What do you think is the bad thing?

Oh, me, Captain. Can you come here a minute?

Excuse me, moment, gentlemen.

The weird one's calling it.

What's the problem, Jerry?

It's a compass, sir.

It's pretty like a tool.

I can't figure out what's not into it.

I've never seen a logic set once in some

but it's still great.

Scott, this is incredible.

Now hot is the engine room, calling Captain.

I'll take it.

Hello?

Here's Captain Brooks speaking.

The places you say, well, do the best you can.

See, it's a bit difficult to captain.

The dynamos are slowing down.

They can't figure out why.

Good lord, sir.

That's why the lights are getting dim.

The places where the lights without dynamos

we've no forced draft for the furnaces.

We'll never keep up enough stint pressure to drive the ship.

In no time at all,

we'll be drifting helplessly in the Atlantic

in the middle of the reefs and surround the city aisles.

In the only way to spend your years here at your homes?

It could be worse, you know.

How the ship could be on fire.

That's the Phil Menace,

to which these other threats are but the Prelude, I fancy.

No, for the level.

Even what are we to do?

Keep calm and you, whatever intelligence the Lord is in doubt is with.

Captain Brooks, I suggest you and as many officers as you can spare,

join the holiday celebrations that I'm doubtingly going on.

In order to keep discipline in case there's any disturbance,

I'm very good, Mr. Holmes.

There's a new year's dance going on in the large ballroom.

It's on sea deck.

And meanwhile, if you could spare us someone to guide,

Watson and myself, of course.

Mr. Brown here is our person.

He knows the ship as well as anyone aboard.

I'm sure he does.

But if you'll leave the way, I think Dr. Watson and I

are about to go below and investigate the engines.

No, Mr. Brown, even lower than that.

What we're looking for is that to be rather close to the furnaces, I imagine.

No, I am scared to go round and round to make me dizzy.

Maybe it's the heat down here.

Yes, we're getting close to the furnace room.

If you listen, you can hear the disturbing rimway doing a linear home.

Stop a minute.

Where does that lead to, Brown?

That small front door over the head and metal door at the power end.

That's the brilliant room so that gold is kept.

Very interesting.

Will we take up the pay, Watson?

I always wanted to see those gold balls you hear so much about.

I'm afraid that won't be possible, Dr. Watson.

Why not?

But as you can see, the door is locked and sealed.

It was done by the port authorities before we left New York.

That door won't be opened and the port authorities

unseal it when we reach Southampton.

You mean that room in there wasn't open when the captain

ordered the ship search for an interior material?

No, Mr. Holmes.

But it's quite impossible for anyone to place a fire bomb

or anything that was sort in there.

As you can see, the seals are still intact.

Quite these seals are intact.

But are they the ones put on in New York?

I doubt it.

Let's have a look.

Yes, interesting.

Very interesting.

These are not the original seals.

All how can you tell Holmes they look in fact to me.

Exactly, they are intact.

But here in the crack of a door seal,

a bit of broken seals.

But these seals are not even chipped.

A jervious course.

The original seals were hacked off and then replaced

up to seven and had finished picking the lock

and robbing the room inside.

I doubt it for robbery was the motive, Watson.

Well, for what other reason would anyone

want to break into a room full of gold bullion?

At all the pins.

What lies directly below that room, Mr. Brown?

Let me see.

Nothing of any big importance, Mr. Holmes.

Just cold piles.

The cold piles.

Good lord.

I think we shall have to break the seals again, Mr. Brown.

Here, Watson, help me.

Yes.

But the door is not Mr. Holmes.

Now the seals have been removed.

We've had to get a key from the captain.

No time for that.

Hand me my burger, too, is Watson.

I do, though.

But good heavens, you can do that to any pickles.

With those things.

His friends have returned to you, Mr. Brown.

Even the Bank of England wouldn't be safe.

Yes, that should do the trick.

Now, if you'll help me draw the bars, Watson.

Yes, with pleasure.

There you are, Holmes.

Now, let's see.

See it.

Black in there, isn't it?

Is that right inside, Mr. Brown?

No, Mr. Holmes.

I'm afraid not.

Then we shall have to prop the rope

and the light from the corridor

will have to do for our investigations.

Come on, Watson.

Holmes, that's his nail.

Hew strong and accurate.

Like so, for only a little bit.

Seems to be coming from this large tin.

Suppose I like a mat.

He's real stuff.

Don't be alarmed.

I know better than to light a mat around a tin,

which is leaking sardillic acid.

I only wanted to know how much you knew

about smoky Joe's incendiary device,

Mr. Ludwig Brown, spelled B-R-A-U-N.

Not mistaken?

So you recognize me?

Yes, that during the scar of your left eye.

It's rather a gibber way, don't you know?

So you are found how we are going to set fire to the ship

by having the acid drip through a hole

in the floor under the cold, isn't it?

The first shovel full of that acid,

so cold it goes in the furnace

and the hole of the ship will be a blazing furnace.

Nothing but put out that fire.

Don't you mean that's how you were going to start the fire?

I dare Mr. Holmes, you do not think we will let

a small obstacle like the famous Sherlock Holmes

stand in our way.

Don't worry about Mr. Mira, I'll let you have it.

Never argue with a look at Mr. Watson.

Well, that's the first sensible remark you made, Mr. Holmes.

I'm sorry to leave, but the stoker

should reach the sulfuric acid impregnated cold

in about 10 minutes, I believe.

So I must be going.

This room will be a rolling oven once it starts.

You'll be rather badly overdone, gentlemen.

Good by then.

So sorry, I cannot say I'll feed us in.

The door is broken.

If you can't open it now, Holmes?

Shut up, Watson.

I'll be looking for the opening.

What opening for head and sake?

The opening the piece for the tube

that ends on the captain's new fire detecting machine.

It should be somewhere near the ceiling.

But Holmes, I can't see a thing in this black hole of cold cutter.

You can feel, can't you?

No.

Not a thing, Holmes.

The wall on this side of a room, it's a smooth of an egg.

You can't find it if we can see, perhaps, a mill of it.

Hello. I've got something to do.

Yes, a small grating here in the upper corner.

This must be it.

Now, we can make a smudge of some sort.

Watson, bring me a piece of paper.

Paper, where did I find a piece of paper?

Then bring me anything I can burn, a bit of cloth, a piece of...

Yes, by Joe Rope. Bring me a piece of the rope that's tied around one of the boxes that contain the bullion.

Very good. I can find a box that...

Oh, now what?

I found it.

Hmm. Found it's...

Not for types of...

I can't find it.

Graces with nuts, cut the rope once and use your pocket knife.

Oh, very well.

Hey, all homes, it's a short length, I'm afraid.

I only want it not for a smudge.

Nothing like a bit of hemp and rope.

Tones, the hemp is safe, you're not going to set a match to that thing in here.

They'll be an explosion.

I have to take the chart, Watson.

With a needle for salt, till the gaseous fumes won't be too concentrated up here and ever sealing.

Well, here goes.

One...

Two...

Now, if we can persuade the rope to smolder...

Here, there she goes.

Certainly makes plenty of smoke at home.

The important thing is being drawn up to the grating.

How long before they come to investigate, you suppose?

It all depends on the mental acumen of a sailor who's watching that fire-detecting machine.

That's hope is brighter than it looks.

It may be my imagination, but it seems to me I can feel the metal floor under my feet beginning to get...

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Now, let's rejoin Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, locked in smoke-filled bourgeois room of the Jagati.

Good lord.

How long did it take for them to get it out of here?

That smokes suffocating.

Come yourself Watson, it can't be more than three minutes since we live this much.

Yes, I can hear someone running down the iron stake.

They can't hear a blast if they... how do you...

Hello! Hello in there!

Get us out!

We're in here! Open the door!

Who are you really?

How is Sunday be due to get locked in here?

What's all the smoke in the hybrid detonations captain?

Stop them stoking the 36th, but the coal piles with water.

They've been so close out.

They're against it. Good lord.

Thank God! Geach! Stop the fire! Stop the smoke in the engine room!

Well, that's that goes.

What is it that they came up that dashed at Professor?

The late captain Brooks takes head of him Watson.

Miss, I'm very mistaken, Mr. Brown is going to wish he'd never gone to sea.

Well, come along, let's go upstairs and join the festivities.

I think we rate a bottle of champagne.

Well, to blaze is with a champagne and I need a double-branded.

Hey, Professor!

Let's see how to be...

Midnight, Watson.

Have you year old, hello?

Happy New Year, Holmes and many of them.

But don't you think you could manage to have them not quite so hair, is it?

And have you getting fat on the phantica?

You know, that would be unhealthy.

Not to say boring.

Oh, so now it's from A.C. Green, and all these horrendous escapades, eh?

Planted of logic, that is.

Elementary, my dear Watson.

Elementary.

And here's the ballroom, so those we joined in stocky.

Well, Dr. Watson, that was an exciting way to spend New Year's Eve.

It was a bit too accepting, Mr. Harris, if you ask me.

Doctor, did they catch the person?

Oh, they did indeed.

Mr. Brown and five of his accomplices were thrown in the brick.

That was the end of the disasters in the British Meditine Service.

When did Holmes first suspect the person who was the villain of the piece?

When he came out of the bridge and threw a cup of tea near to the compass

where the compass went berserk,

there was immediate suspect he could contain a powerful magnet of some sort.

And was he right, Doctor?

My dear, Mr. Harris.

Was Sherlock Holmes ever wrong?

But come through your mug and let us wish our radio friends a prosperous,

happy and peaceful New Year.

Indeed we do, Doctor.

And how, Dr. Watson, would you like to give us a hint about next week's story?

Next week, I think I'll tell you how Holmes and I tapped a famous jewelry

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