Sherlock Holmes - Silver Blaze

0:00The original and immortal stories of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle dramatized the new, where Sir John Gilgurth and Sir Mark Holmes and Sir Ralph Richardson as our storyteller, Dr. James Watson. Many of the cases of Sir Mark Holmes were private affairs that made no stir outside the family circles involved, but the disappearance of Souver Blay's was a matter of which set the whole country by the ears. But not merely at this horse, the favorite for the way it's cut, vanished for a week before the great race, but his trainer had also been tragically murdered. Don't take up the trailer. This is a small villa, about 200 yards from the stable. I think you have some newspapers there, what's in it, see what they have to say about another. Oh, well, here's the morning post. It says, the horses have been exercised and wore it as usual,

1:05on the tables locked up at 9 o'clock. Tow the legs, worked up to the trainers' house, where they had supper in the kitchen, whilst the third, made Hunter, remained on guard. A few minutes after 9, the maid, Edith Baxter, carried his supper, dish of courage, mutton, down to the stable. As a puff ran over the open mower, she carried a lens of width up. About 30 yards away from the stable, the man appeared out of the doctors and called to her to stop. Excuse me, man. Can you tell me where I am? I'd almost made up my mind to sleep on the mower when I saw your lantern. You're close to keen style and tiny stable, sir. I am. What a stoke of light. I understand that the stable boy sleeps there learning the night. That's exactly what you're carrying. Yes, sir. But you'll be getting cold.

2:05Yes, sir. You wouldn't be too proud to earn the price of a new dress, now, would you? See the boy gets the sack. Note, tonight, and you have the pictures dressed at money can buy. Let me pass, sir. I'm not getting notes to anybody. The girl was frightened by his mower, and she ran past it into the stable window, patch, through which she always used to hand the boy his needles, the hatch, with already open, and the boy was wasting his size. Just begun to tell him what had happened when the stinger came up again. What is it? I wanted to have a word with you. But what business have you in business that made for something in your pocket? Two horses in for the Wessex Cup, two bulldozers in there on. It may have a straight tip and it wouldn't be the loser. It is the fact that it's the way to be able to give the other hand the chance. So you all want to then jam down? Well, I'll show you how we serve them at King's Parliament.

3:07Just wait till I set the dog free. Right up. Right up. The boy ran to unleash the dog, and the maid hurried toward the house. But looking back, she saw the stranger leaving him through the stable window. I mean, it's later when a hunter rushed out with the dog, the stranger was gone. Yes, I know. That's as far as we can get for the morning post, I'm afraid. This is Hudson Redis, you've been used the other half of the table to light the father's morning. Wow, I'm sorry. Oh, no madame idea, fella. The telegraph has also covered the calibere fully. How is the hunter? Hunter on the return of his fellow grooms sent a message after the trainer, Strayker, to tell him what has happened. Strayker seems to have been vaguely uneasy about the matter. Although he'd been to bed, he got up again at one o'clock in the morning, telling his wife that he was going down to the stable to see if all was well. He put on a macintosh, where it was raining heavily, and left the house with quite a wealth of detail on my day of loss.

4:11And here I have the notes of Mrs. Strayker's statement. After the hunter had gone out, she went back to sleep again, and didn't wait until seven o'clock in the morning. Finding him still absent, she called the maid, and they set off together for the stable. They found the door wide open. Inside, huddled on a chair, with Hunter in a state of complete stupor. The nads and the loft overhead had nothing all night. The favorite store was empty, and there was no sign of the trainer. Hunter had obviously been drugged. Mrs. Strayker and the maid left him and ran up to the moor to see whether Strayker had made it take me horse-eye for exercise. And so the murder was discovered. Still, you read me the rest of Mrs. Strayker's statement. Oh, well, yes, it's her tip. Some quarter of a mile from the stable, Mrs. Strayker and the maid found Strayker's coat, flatting from her first bush.

5:14Immediately beyond, there was a bold-shaped depression on the moor, and at the bottom of this, John Strayker's body was passed. His head, shattered by a savage blow from some heavy weapon, wounded in the fire, long keen cut, evidently inflicted by some sharp insides. Strayker had obviously tried to defend himself, but in his left hand, he grasped a red and black suit clavette, which was recognized by the maid as having been worn by the stranger who'd stolen from her outside the stable. Hunter the stable boy also identified it when she'd recovered from the effects of the drug. This was apparently powdered opium, which had been put into his colored nut and other, that explains what the stranger was doing, as he lends through the stable window, to the lads who had the same knee or the trainer's house for quite alright, so only one plate had been drugged. As it goes on to say, there were abundant proofs in the mud which lay at the bottom of the fatal hollow,

6:18but the missing horse, Slyther Blayes, had been there at the time of the struggle. Well, what's it that has crossed our little journey quite a grave day? And here we are, Terviston. Tervistok lies like the boss of a shield in the middle of the huge circle of dark war. Two gentlemen were waiting for us at the station, Suva Blazes-Ona, a well-known sportsman Colonel Ross, an inspector Gregory of Scotland Jard. I'm delighted that you've come down with the homes, but the inspector here has done all the good possibly be suggested. About time we still leave no stone unturned in fine to avenge horse picker and recover my horse. I trust that I may be able to assist you, sir. Has there been any press development? I'm sorry, the sir, we've made very little progress. As you know, we have had no difficulty in tracing the stranger, he was well known in the neighborhood. His name is Fitzroy Simpson.

7:19Man was come down in the world and there is biological quiet and gentle bookmaking in the London club. His book showed he was carrying bets up to five thousand pounds against the favour, when confronted with the cruelty-turned-very pale and was utterly unable to account for its presence in the hand of the murdered man. Of course Tracker himself was wounded, wasn't he? In the thigh. He may have wounded himself in the convulsive struggles which follow any brain injury. Excellent, Maria Watson, it's more than possible, it's probable. In which case one of the main points in favour of the accused has appeared. A minute later, overall seated in a comfortable land though, and were rolling through the quinto, devin-shut town. Tracker comes who would dare your case to rags. Why should Simpson take the horse out of the stable if he wished a winger he could do it there? Has a duplicate key to the stable door bent on in this possession? What chemist sold him the part of the opium? Above all, where could he? He is stranger to the district. Hide a horse.

8:24And such a horse of this? Tell me, what did he do in explanation as to the note which he wished to make to get to the stable boy? He says it was a ten pounder, one was found in his purse. Also, he's not a stranger to the district. These twice larger tablets are in the summer. The opium would be a probable drug within from London. The key, having served its term, will be heard away as for the horse. Where you were liar to bottom of one of the pits or old mines upon the moor. What does he say about the cruvets? He admits that it is and says that he lost it. But a new element has been introduced into the case, which may account for his meeting the horse of the stable. We found traces that show that the party of Gypsies in camped on Monday night within the mile of the spot where the murder took place. On Tuesday, they were gone. Simpson may well have been leading the horse to them when he was overtaken. It's certain that possible.

9:24There's a moor as being scarred for them. The enviolid examined Italy's stable and outhoused in Tabestok and for a radius of ten miles. There's another training stable, quite close, I believe. Yes, and that's a factor we must certainly not neglect. As a disdainter, as their horse, was second in the betting they had an interest in the disappearance of Silver Blaze. The sailor's brown, their traitor, his node of had large bets upon the event, and he was no friend of poor Strayker. However, we examined his tables and there's nothing to connect him with the affair. I'm not into connected triceps and some of their interests. Nothing at all. Ah, well, here we are. Our driver pulled up at a little red brick gillor which stood by the road. Colonel Ross asked Holmes whether he would like to go on to the scene of the crime. No, I think I prefer to stay here a little while and go into one of two questions in detail.

10:25Strayker was brought back here, I suppose. Yes, he lies upstairs. The English is tomorrow. He's been in your service some years, Colonel. I've always found him an excellent servant. I presume you made an inventory of what he had in his pockets at the time of his death inspector. I have the things and cellos here in the city room. There they are. Box and matches, two inches of cello candle, pencil case, a few papers, and the ivory handled knife. Very singular knife, Watson. Surely in your line, it's what they call a catalyzed knife. Use the procedure purposes, including very delicate operations. Strange thing for a man to carry with him on a rough expedition. Why don't you even shut up to go into his pocket? The tip was guarded by a cork, which was from beside his body. His wife tells us that he kept it for some days in the dressing table and picked it up as he left the room. Poor weapon, but perhaps the best he could lay his hands on at the moment.

11:25And the paper? Hey, deal as accounts. This letter from Colonel Ross and this dressmaker's account for £37.15 made off by a Madame Leisureer of Bond Street. See that bill please. Certainly. It's made out to William Darbyshire. William Darbyshire. Mrs. Stryker tells us he was a friend of a husband and that occasionally letters for him would address here. Have you been staying here then? Did Mrs. Stryker know him? I gather not, but here he is with his Stryker. And Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Mrs. Stryker. How do you do, sir? How do you do, Mrs. Stryker? Surely we've met before at the Garden Party in Pymeth, recently. No, sir. You must be mistaken. Yeah, I could have sworn it. You wore a costume with dark coloured silk with ostrich feather trimmings. Never had such a dress, sir. Well, that's settled, sir.

12:25I'd say it's extremely sorry. I'd like a word with a crown. Of course. I'll be with you in a moment, Mr. Holmes. Oh, Inspector. Holmes, I believe you got your hand on a clue. Or do you? As a matter of fact, I was just remembering a really excellent career. We once had together in so-called. Sherlock Holmes next asked to be shown the spot where the murder had been committed. A short walk cost him more, brought us to the hollow in which the body had been found. But to bring to this, was the first bush upon which the matching cars belonging to the murder's man had been hung. There was no wind that night, I understand. A nut and a butt, a deady, heavy rail. Well, in that case, the coat was not blown against the first bushes.

13:25It must have been placed there. Yes, it was laid across the bush. Very interesting, sir. In this bag, I have one of the boots with stricker walls, one of the thips roys him through shoes, and the cursed horse shoe would seal the blame. Right. Yes, Inspector, you surpass yourself. Holmes took the bag, and the sending into the hollow, he made a careful study of the trampled mud in front of him. Hello. What's this? A spent match, eh? Excellent. I can't think how I can't miss it. It was invisible, buried in the mud. I only found it because I was looking for it. What? You expected to find it? I thought it was not unlikely. You will have searched the founds around the rim of the hollow for any more tracks, of course. I'm afraid that I'm numb. I'd examine the ground very carefully, but I hungry guards each day rich. Good. Then I will take a little walk over the mud before a good dark. And I think I'll put this horseshoe in my pocket, just for luck. I suppose you know your own death at best, Mr. Holmes.

14:28Perhaps you'll come back with the inspector, although it's several matters on which I need your advice, especially as to whether we owe it to the public to scratch silver blades from the west's cup. Certainly not Colonel. I should let the name stand. I am very glad to have your opinions on Michelin's new later on, where you'll finish your walk. The blossom of the inspector went back to the villa, after Holmes and I walked through their cross-tomorrow. He made the evening of the full kill of John Strayker, the man, and confined ourselves to finding out what had become of the horse. Now, supposing you broke away during or after the tragedy, where could he have got to? Almost anywhere on dark moor, I should imagine. The horse of the magical gem knows it, also the gargiest animal. If left to insult, his instincts would have been either to return to King's Pylon, or go on over to Capelton, beyond that. Why should he run wild upon the moor? To see his mother King's Pylon, and he must be over there at Capelton?

15:28Come along. They'd not far to go. And as we approach the gates of Capelton, you may have grew all new coming out of them. We don't want any lawyers around here. I only wanted to ask you a question. Would I be too early to see your master's to silence Brown's, if I were to call here at five o'clock tomorrow morning? Oh, I bless you, sir. If anyone's about to be in, you know, in the first year in... What if this doesn't? Don't go out to bed. Go on about to business. I knew that. What did ever do you want here? Ten minutes talk with you, my good sir. Well, I've no time to talk to everybody about it. Have we done stranger there? Be off you may find a doctor to heal. One word in your ear, my friend, in your own interest. It's a lie, an infernal lie. Very good. Shall we argue about it here in public, or talk it over in your parlour? Or do I go to the police? Just ten minutes before he returns. It should be done to just you, wish it.

16:30There must be no mistake. Oh, now have it. It should be done in the state. It should be there. Should I change it first or not? No, no, no. I'll write to you about that. No tricks now. Oh, no, you can trust me. You can trust me? Yes, I think I can. Well, you were here from it tomorrow. Good day to you all. Good, guys. You see what's in? A more perfect compound, the bully, coward and sneak, the master, the stylist, Brad, seldom met with. He has a horse, then? He's not a bluster without. But I told him so exactly what his actions had been that things could've been fine as I truly washing him. He said, I would be the biggest pain for a woman. Oh, he went out to it. When did he bring that? He was a baby. To life, that is. To turn it into a pile and so which he had to do. To tell you where lies, but if the horse learned that he's hidden, and after the worst is cut, he don't horse there's no more misturting. The wind, the wind, the wind, the wind, his mind, and turned back halfway,

17:30but I thought his table was being settled as toe. Oh, no horse takeer like him as many of dogs. I'm not around to afraid to leave the horse this far now. He's in the empty interest in injuring it. My guess, I know he'll got it like the apple of his eye. He knows and is only hoping that he has to produce his take here at the waist back to the waist it's cut. I made that perfect appearance. But I have a little trick to play on Turnu Ross. The mere reason that he's not at the media was just trotting him there. So, neither of us pleased but because he was saying anything to him about the horse, that doesn't allow him to do this. And of course this is all quite a minor matter. Compared with the question of who killed John Stakehead and who the rich yourself today has in the meantime, on the contrary, the effect you'll back to love me by the night's trace. I was some of the stuff on my friend's words. There have only been a few hours in Jeff and Todd. But he should give up an investigation, which in the damsel brilliantly was quite incomprehensible to me.

18:33Not one word more could I drop him into the back of the trainers' house or the terminal in check that were waiting for us. My friend and I returned the town by the midnight express. We had a charming little breath of your dust, so he was just tired of arresting the madrothed horse. Stakehead was certainly very difficult in the way. I had every hope I remember that your horse would be at the race that next Tuesday, and I'd been with you, had your jocky and red in it. And now I take this photograph of John Stakehead with me back to town. I really respect it. I'm not with the surprises now, young and young, my young city to put in his car, but when he came, he used to have a shirt on his foot, your horse, for running next to me. Yes, I had it a show, and I should prepare to have my horse. You went outside. Goodbye. Goodbye, town move. I have to deal with the wetish cup and silver blade. Four days later, a home is an eyesore

19:33silver blade wouldn't the wetish cup, but a good six lens. It was not a silver blade that even its owner could recognize. It was never case to be seen of the famous white splash on its body that was the muffled off-falling. The silver blade, the one the wetish cup, was a powerful bear. It was only in the way, and so it was off to the waist, but it was home to the gentle explain to a camel who was completely wilderness. So, when he took the washing space in his head, he stood up behind, and he just the same old silver blade as ever. He took my breath away, as I found him in the hands of a taker and took the liberty of running him just as he was somewhere. My dear, are you done one day? I owe you a thousand apologies. You've done your very great service by decoupling my horse. You would do your business still, if you could lay your hands on the murderer, don't stick her. I've done so. You've done so, you've got him,

20:33but where is he? He's in our company. It doesn't matter. That designer of very bad jokes is the home. Or is it the end-south? I'm not just the end-south. The real murderer is standing immediately before you. The horse? Yes, the horse. So the blade himself. It may let him be somewhat, if I say that the killing was done entirely in tough distance, and the John Faker was a man who was quite unworthy of your confidence. There goes the bell. And as I stand for women a little on the next race, I shall deter a lengthier explanation to the more fitting time. There's nothing to be wrong our way back to London, so the children will get down to these explanations. It's like the impatience of both the kernel and myself.

21:36I must consider I even consider it to my children myself at times. Because only when I reach the pain of size would be immense significance of the cutters and mutton of the cutters. The cutters must mean when you mention the awesome whole meal, exactly. The powdered oakium has a visible and perceptible flavour. Only if something more strongly a flavour like a curry could have disguised the taste. Our Fitzroy pieces would never have known the commas were decided to stay the lab of the cutters that night. The only people could have known that for people in the house. The culture had taken advantage of the fact that there was the silence of the dog when the horse was taken to the saviour. It failed the dog because it knew it was eating it from the dog. I was already quite convinced of the impudence to be in John's trade by himself. John's take of himself, why did he wish to take silver blaze out on the moor and the dead of knights on the streets of the land? He asked for that to be in John's trade of pockets. The dress made of gold was precisely the best of William Darbyshire.

22:38That's exactly thinking. Perhaps John's take of the eating a double life. Outlaw or his wife confirmed that the expensive costume wasn't for her. By recognizing the photos that I showed her, Madam Missouri had a dressmaker later confirmed that John's take had indeed bought it there. It gives to a woman a more expensive taste to the wife. In fact, John's take of was leading a double life and was in there as the mental state in John's take. John could sketch it from the evening, the knife gave me the final touch. It was the surgical knife, such as could be used in the name of horse without leaving any visible evidence of foul play. By leaning silver blaze and betting on bedrock, John's take of was able to receive his pocket of office, pounds over and then I fasted. He led the horse out onto the moor so that when he cut its tendon, its plunging wouldn't wait for the doomsday overhead. In order to keep what he could get the doomsday and the handle. The handle should not be seen,

23:39he led the horse to the hollow. In lighting the handle, he dropped that stint match in the mud. Unfortunately, for him, the lights like to scare the horse, unless it was interesting, whichever it was, the horse lashed out and it still took off to take a full advantage. He'd already taken off his neck and dosh to be clear. And as he fell, he dashed his thigh on his own knife. So he might have been there. One. And the cavern, it's for a tinsel, it's within the dead man's hand. Since he said that he lost it, no doubt he did. Since I must have found it and picked it up, perhaps for the idea of using it to secure the horse's leg. Well, that's just those of the better things. It's right simple. To have a peek of wild away the rest of this journey my dear Watson, with a game of chess. The adventurions of Sherlock Holmes, based on the original stories of throughout the Conan Doyle, have been dramatized in you, with original music composed by Sidney Clark.