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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 dramatizations are by Edith Meiser.

Tonight the stars are frosty bright, no wind, no clouds, just clean, clear cold.

Feels good to be sitting in front of your cozy fire, Dr. Watson, with our feet split on the fender.

Didn't get too comfortable, Mr. Harris, because tonight I'm going to tell you about that one of the Sherlock Holmes most important cases.

The case of the stolen naval treaty.

A naval treaty doctor?

A highly explosive document.

Explosive?

Near the threat and the blow that piece of Europe into bits.

And did it?

Now really, Mr. Harris, you mustn't get ahead of the story.

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And now Dr. Watson, how about that stolen navy tree?

Yes, let's see.

One July morning, it was the July which immediately succeeded my marriage.

I received a communication from an old school, then Percy Terps.

Percy's mother's brother was Lord Holtast, the great conservative politician.

This rather gaudy relationship was a little bad to him when we were at school.

I can assure you.

However, they let us seem to be very urgent.

So I had it around to Baker Street.

I found homes in his dressing gown plunged in the middle of a chemical investigation.

A large curve that tore up as boiling furiously in the bluish flame of a Bunsen burner.

See the look of concentration on her space?

I seated myself in my old armchair and waited, hardly daring to believe.

The most enlightening, most enlightening.

Yes, you'll come at a crisis, Watson.

If this were the paper remained blue when it touches the solution, all would be well.

The turned red means a man's life.

That's right.

Hmm.

Most enlightening.

Most enlightening.

Yes, you'll come at a crisis, Watson.

If this were the paper remained blue when it touches the solution, all would be well.

The turned red means a man's life.

I see.

Don't interrupt Watson, this is the crucial moment.

Now watch carefully.

There.

But I see it has burned red and nasty blood red.

Blood red is quite correct, Watson, a very common place murder.

Well, at the end of that, an experiment.

Hey, hoe, fill up your pipe.

Then hand me the Persian slip out.

All right.

There you are.

Hmm.

So you've come on business, Watson.

Yes, but how did you know?

The letter touched so tightly in your right hand.

Not to mention the little excitement and an anxiety on your face.

You are the stormy petrol of crime, Watson.

What is it?

Well, this letter, it came in the morning mail.

Read it to me, that's a good chap.

It's from an old school fellow of mine.

I haven't seen him for years.

Yes, but what does he say?

The letter is headed Briabre, Wilking.

Now here, Watson, I trust you still remember, tadpole pups.

Who was in the fourth form when you were in the third?

You may even have heard that through my uncle's influence,

I obtained a good appointment at the foreign office

where I was in a situation of trust until a horrible misfortune

suddenly blasted my career.

Do you think you could persuade your friend Sherlock Holmes

to come down here to help solve this terrible mess?

Assure him that the only reason I have not asked him

advice sooner was because I have been completely off my head

for nine weeks.

I am still so weak that I have to write by dictating,

as you see, your old school fellow pussy thopes.

Hmm, let me see that letter.

Doesn't tell us very much, does it?

It's hard-penetrating.

Yet the writing is of interest.

But it's not his own.

Precisely, it's a woman's.

But it looks like a man.

No, it's a woman.

It's a woman of unusual and strong character.

It's always interesting to know that your client

is in close contact with someone who, for good or evil,

has an exceptional nature.

Yes, my interest is already a wicker to the matter.

Then you will take the case.

The next train for working leaves an exactly 43 minutes.

Honey, what snows you'll miss it?

If you step in here and from a knife,

find out if Mr. Peltz can see you.

Dear, dear.

Well, the old place hasn't changed since the days

when I used to visit here on my vacations.

It makes me feel quite young again.

Ah, Sherlock Holmes, I perceive.

And Dr. Watson, too, I presume.

So glad to come.

First he's been inquiring for you all morning.

Poor chap, he clings to any straw.

My dear man, I may look as thin as a straw,

but I promise you I have more weight, mentally.

I've received you yourself and not a member of the family.

Oh, Jeremy, how did you know?

The monogram on the pocket of your blazer.

J. H. Of course, of course.

But a moment I thought you had done something clever.

My name is Harrison.

Joseph Addison.

Percy is engaged to marry my sister Annie.

So I shall soon be a relation by marriage narrate.

My sister is with him now.

She's nursed him hand in foot during this trying too much.

Soothing his pivot brow, eh?

Like a fellow?

Yes.

You will find him in his room.

Of my room, rather, at least it used to be in my room.

Until he came home after the catastrophe

and collapsed.

They couldn't carry him upstairs.

He was in such a state.

So they took him into my room.

Eh?

We'd better go in at once.

I know how impatiently he is to see you.

Yes, this conversation is delightful.

But after all, we did come to see Mr. Phelps.

I guess so.

Quite so.

Go this way.

It's in his swing.

It's the dining room.

This is the door.

I'll leave you here.

You can come in if you like.

Oh, no, thank you.

No.

Innovation is always depressing.

And with this misfortune hanging over his head.

Poor fellow.

Be well.

Come in.

Oh, you've cut last.

At least I presume this is Sherlock Holmes.

Quite, and how is your patient?

Oh, he's much better, thank you.

What's in my dear fellow?

Well, tell him that you are.

I knew you under that moustache.

Didn't delight the super.

Oh, this is my fiancé, Mr. Harrison.

Please sit down.

Shall I leave, Percy?

Oh, no, don't go any.

If you don't mind, Mr. Holmes?

Not at all.

I'd feel much steadier when she's here.

Quite.

And now, the props.

Well, you'll see, Mr. Holmes, it's like this.

I was a happy and successful man.

I'll leave it being married.

And then this dreadful misfortune wrecked my life.

I have a broken man.

My other darling.

I wasn't.

Really?

I kept your purse.

Hey, please.

You'll make us up ill again.

I'm sorry, Anne.

Perhaps you'd better just tell us the fact as quietly as you can.

Of course, Mr. Holmes.

I was, as Watson may have told you in the phone office.

They're in a responsible position.

My uncle, Lord Hoodhurst, is the following minister, you know?

Well, nearly eight years ago, a week's rather,

the 23rd of May, to be exact.

He called me into his private room and informed me

that he had a commission of trust for me to execute.

Come in.

Come in.

Oh, it's you, Percy.

Anyone out there on the hall?

No, sir.

Good.

Come in and lock the door.

Now, come over here.

I want to make sure we can't be overheard.

That's it.

What's up, Uncle Percy?

You look tremendously salty.

It's a solid matter, Percy.

You see this piece of paper?

It's a secret treaty covering our naval situation

in the Mediterranean.

Harmless American itself, but a bombshell,

if it should fall into the hands of a certain government.

It's a win.

The very wars may have years, Percy.

Let us merely say the country of X.

You understand?

I understand.

I want you to make a copy of it.

I must have a complete copy of it tomorrow morning.

You may have to work on it the better part of the night.

Oh, that's all right, sir.

Joseph, any brother you know is going to stop by for me.

We're going to take the nine-of-fuck train together.

He can tell the family I've been kept in town on visits.

Very well.

But leave the message with the commissioner downstairs.

I don't want anyone in your room when you're copying that document.

Very good, sir.

When you've finished, you can put the document and the copy in my safe.

You know the combination, I believe.

Certain.

That's all, Percy.

But don't forget.

You hold the piece of Europe in your hands.

I won't...

Good night, Uncle Bert.

Good night.

She's though I had to make a night of it.

Oh.

What?

Hello, Connor.

You're still here?

Oh, yes, sir.

I had some details to clear up, so...

I thought it would want me to stay.

Oh, that's all right, Connor.

Are you convinced tomorrow?

Yes, sir.

Are you sure you won't need me?

No, thanks.

Listen, look, as though I have a chance to go out for dinner.

At least I can bring for coffee.

Oh, you can find it that bell for this twisted again.

There we are.

The rain's coming down harder than ever.

Nice, Charlie, did you leave me?

Yeah.

You're sure there's something I can do with the facts.

Good Lord, no, Connor. Run along.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Connor.

Hello?

Who's under you?

I'm the commissioner's wife, sir.

What's more, I'm the Charlie idea, Rappundy.

The Charlie idea?

Oh, I see.

I don't believe I've ever had the pleasure of making your acquaintance before.

No, sir.

That you haven't.

If you mean what I think you do.

Well, would you inquire if your assistant spouse would spare me a cup of the excellent coffee?

He's hot or anything.

Pays to the empire who are obliged to work at night.

You mean Erby should bring you half the cup of coffee?

Yes, please.

I'll see what I can do about it.

Yes, use your influence.

Well, let's have a look at that treaty.

Great Britain.

Triple alliance.

French fleet?

What?

Complete ascendancy?

It's no use, sir.

I'm too proud of you.

Do they go to have a cup of coffee?

Herbert!

I say Herbert!

Coffee!

Oh, that's fine.

The telegraphs go all the way downstairs.

Herbert!

First asleep.

Herbert, wake up.

Hello, hello!

Oh, it's you, Mr. Phillips.

I came down to see if my coffee was ready.

But I think the front doorbell just rang.

Bell?

Yes, sir.

But if you was here, who rang that bell?

What bell?

I told you it was it.

It's the bell of the room you was working in, sir.

Great Sunday, my bell.

There's no one up there.

The treaty.

Oh, good heavens.

I left it on the table.

Quick Herbert!

We've got to get up there.

Something terrible is happening.

Come on, we're here.

But go, don't run.

It's a pasta.

It's very hot.

Too late.

Oh, wait.

I'll open the door.

Stand back a bit.

Idiot.

I've got my arm in it, Oliver.

What?

There's no one here.

What's up, the treaty?

The treaty's gone.

Who could have taken it?

No one's been in the front way tonight.

And there was no one in the room but yourself.

My wife said so.

Then he must have calmed the stairs in the side door

and stepped out that way too.

The Alfred haven't quickly.

We may not be too late.

Hurry, man, hurry.

Don't you go out, so you'll miss your bespoke to the skin.

There's a policeman on the corner.

Anything, something.

I tell you, it's obvious.

It's you.

There's no robbery in the Parliament office.

Has anyone passed this way?

There's a ten-year court of an hour, sir.

And only one living source passed in that time.

Who was it?

A tall, old lady in a piece this short.

She seemed to hurry.

Well, that was my wife.

Which way did she go?

You're just wasting your time, sir.

And every minute is a bit important.

Yes, all right.

We'll go back to Scott and Yard.

Oh, this is terrible.

Heaven, terrible.

We're ruined.

Ah, never you mind, sir.

You'll lose your post, perhaps.

But they can't do nothing so dreadful to you.

It's not myself I'm thinking of.

It's England.

Well, officers from Scotland, Yard, were waiting for the child woman when she got home.

And what did they find?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

And Gotto, did they trace him?

Yes, Mr. Herb.

But again, nothing was found.

Oh, I was fine.

Take out of my mind.

They had to get a doctor to take me home.

I was delirious this been weeks.

And these two people got home in the child woman.

They've been under observation of the sins, I suppose.

Yes, with no results.

You say they'd been raining or anything?

Yes.

But you found no traces of any kind to the room.

Oh, footprints.

I mean, absolutely none.

Not even those of the child woman's muddy boots.

How do you explain that?

Well, the child woman in the habit of taking off their boots

and wearing just carpet slippers.

No footprints, eh?

It's enlightening.

Must have taken a cab and got away that way, too.

That if there's a policeman's not here.

Not in Mr. Peltz.

Could anyone have been concealed in the room or at the corridor?

Impossible.

There was no cover of any kind.

Windows?

30 feet above the ground locked on the inside.

And it must have been the side door.

Who knew you would have had the treaty in your position?

No one.

I'd take my oath on that.

In your opinion, what would happen if those papers

were to fall into the hands of a rival government?

War.

Almost instantaneous.

But it's eight weeks and we're not at war.

Therefore, it's not unfair to suppose the treaty hasn't reached them.

I don't imagine the thief took the treaty in order to frame it.

Quite.

And he's undoubtedly waiting for a better price.

There's only one clue that puzzles me.

What is that?

The bell.

Did someone get to prevent the crime or was it an accident?

If we only knew why the bell was right,

we should have a solution of this case.

Is it even possible that he didn't?

Of course, of course.

But a fool I was not to think of that before.

You think you can help me possibly?

God bless you for that, Mr. Holmes.

If we can keep our courage and our patience,

the truth must come out.

But Bessie has one more adventure to tell you about.

You're sure you're strong enough, darling?

No, I feel better than I have for days.

Hope is a splendid tonic, Annie.

And what was this other incident, Mr. Helts?

Well, you see, Mr. Holmes.

Last night was the very first that I stepped out of this in my rooms.

I was rather waitful.

I had a nightmare or two.

And suddenly, I had a slight noise.

A kind of noise.

Like a mouse, knowing a plank.

It grew louder.

And all at once there was a sharp metallic sneak.

Someone forcing the window.

If I realized that, too, I jumped out there and hung over the surface.

A man was crouching in the window.

He was gone like a flash.

What did he look like?

I don't really know. He was wrapped in some sort of cloak

which came across the lower part of his face.

Oh, the one thing I am sure of.

He had a long weapon in his head that looked like a knife.

I saw the dream of it as he turned to run.

I shove it after him.

And then?

Then I was to collapse from the effort.

That thing I knew I was surrounded by the entire household.

Oh, Joseph and the groom found marks in the flowerbed outside this window.

You can see them from where you sit.

Hear me, yes, I'm afraid Joseph and the groom

have been a bit too energetic for me to learn anything from the traces.

The flowerbed looks as if it had been trampled on by an army.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I should have burglar.

If it was a burglar, choose to enter this room.

The dining room windows are much larger and more accessible.

I can't imagine unless...

Well, unless it's a plot against Percy.

That sounds a bit melodramatic added.

At all, there's something in what Miss Harrison says.

So much for Dr. Watson and I to take you up to London with us.

Yes, but he's not very strong, you know.

The trip to London will not be nearly so dangerous to your fiance, Miss Harrison.

There's another night in this room.

Good evening.

And another thing, Miss Harrison.

You can be very helpful to us and to Mr. Helps.

If you'll one thing for me, it may take courage.

But I think I can promise that you'll be in no great personal danger.

What did you want me to do?

Stay in this room until you go to bed tonight.

Don't leave it for an instant.

Mr. Helps reputation and my whole future may depend on it.

I'm not going to ask you to sleep here.

But when you leave for the night, I want you to lock the bedroom door on the outside.

Yes, but look here. Something might happen.

Not a word to anyone. It's for his sake, remember.

Come in.

Learns everybody?

Something is especially nice for you.

Oh, Joseph, if you look excuse me, I have a slight headache.

I think I'll eat in here by myself.

The breeze is nice.

I want to be alone.

I can't say I enjoy cross-country walks in the middle of the night, Watson.

I thought we were going back to London.

That's what you told everybody.

We get on a train with Persian, the nurse, and then we get off of the next station

and leave Persian and the nurse to Grubb to London alone.

It doesn't make sense.

Stop fussing, he'll be all right.

I sent him on a beggar street.

With any luck, we should be there ourselves in time to have breakfast with him.

Yes, but why sneak back to Bray and Bray like this?

Not so loud.

There's the house now.

You can see its gables in the moonlight.

Follow me through the hedge.

Why the hedge when the gates open up so loud?

We've got to get as near the house possible without being seen.

I say those.

Quite a mistrising.

Ghostly looking at the tips of it over there in the meadow.

She looked.

The lamp is still lit in person.

I mean, it gets this room.

Miss Harrison must have kept her promise.

Yes.

There she is reading a book.

Now she's put it down.

She's picking up the lamp.

I see homes.

She must be getting ready to go to bed.

Why possibly Watson?

I only hope she doesn't forget to lock the door on the outside.

There she goes to the dining room.

Now the light's gone.

I see the mist are creeping up in the meadow.

If only the thief doesn't wait until they blank it down.

Look.

The service door is opening.

Excellent.

I didn't think he'd wait a bit long.

There he comes out into the moonlight.

He's waiting alone.

Black keep.

You can't see his face.

He's forcing the window.

He's going to open.

He's climbing over the hill.

He must get close as we can see.

I think he's letting the candles on the mental.

Look, he's putting back the rug.

In the floor, I thought so.

He's looking up a board.

Now, Mr. Joseph Harrison,

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Now let's return to 221 B Baker Street.

Where Percy Phelps is anxiously awaiting the arrival of Sherlock Holmes.

What is a close nine now, Mrs. Hudson and Holmes said they have a breakfast at nine.

Now don't you worry Mr. Phelps.

If he says he'll be here for breakfast, he'll be here.

It's when he don't say it.

That's when you don't know whether it'll be breakfast or supper if you want him next.

What should I tell you?

Here they are now driving up in Anne's cab.

There's the front door and it's nine to the second.

Good morning, Mrs. Hudson.

Good morning, sir.

Mrs. On the table, I've been hot.

What I say, Holmes, you've been wounded.

Your hands all tied up.

Just a scratch.

Hmm, breakfast.

Three covered dishes, spend it.

And plenty of steaming coffee.

Excellent.

I mean, I can't come.

Business can wait until after breakfast.

You'll look as if you needed a bit of nourishment, Mr. Phelps.

Well, I'm really hungry.

Well, we are hungry.

I'm nervous.

Aha.

What's this?

Mmm, curry chicken.

And this?

Ham and eggs.

Better and better.

Which will you take, Mr. Phelps?

Thank you, I couldn't touch a thing.

Well, come, fly the dish before you.

I'd rather not, really.

Well, then I suppose you have no objection to helping meet you.

Let's see what that dish contains.

Certainly.

What?

It's papers.

It's delivery.

The name of all God bless you, Mr. Holmes.

God bless you.

You saved me.

You saved England.

Don't mention it, my dear chap.

Don't mention it.

But when did Holmes first forget to suspect this Harrison fellow, Dr. Watson?

He heard that first he was expecting to stop back for him, Mr. Harris.

I'm afraid Joseph's character was better than one would judge from his appearance.

We learn later that he had lost heavily in doubling in stocks.

And that he thought he could turn the treaty into money?

Yes.

Besides, no one but Joseph could be so anxious to get into that bedroom,

because no one but Joseph could have conceived anything there.

Also, the attempt was made the first night the nest was out of the way.

Therefore, the intruders were acquainted with the house.

But the bell, Dr. Watson, why was that so significant?

Well, Mr. Harris, it showed that they had not come there to pass his office to steal the papers.

He came for another reason by appointment, as we know.

He rang the bell and then happened to see the papers.

A Dr. Watson was he convicted?

No. The case was never brought to court.

It would have been too ticklish a position for the fallen office.

He was advised, however, to get out of the country and stay out.

And did personally marry the sister, Dr. Watson?

Indeed.

And to this day, I don't believe she knows why her brother never returns to England,

while that was an exciting case, Dr. Watson.

And now, what story are we to have next week?

Well, let me see.

Next week, I think I'll tell you about the Cornish horror,

or the cradle that rocked itself.

The cradle that rocked itself?

Mr. Harris, the rocking cradle was supposed to indicate

that someone if it's a vining household was about to die.

As a matter of fact, there were two deaths.

And another that her was...

Well, suppose I leave that to next week, eh?

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