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Sherlock Holmes - Study in Scarlet Part3

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I'm just going to get this small portment ready. No, nothing new. It's for so long. These knuckles are incredibly difficult. Ah, there you are, my good man. Just give me a hand with this bottle. If you please. What? Put that down. No, no, no, no, no, no. Gentlemen, the madre of Inaugrabba and Joseph Stanglund. They were always surprises in the adventures of Sherlock Holmes. My name is Watson, Dr. Watson. And this was the first case I was privileged to share with him. I told you how it began, how it developed. And here I will tell you how Sherlock Holmes found the solution to his study in Scotland.

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Your longest journey can begin with one short step to Barclays Bank, 208 South La Salle Street, Chicago, and the world. Inspector Gregson, Scott and Yard, had been crying over his colleague, LeStrains. While he, Gregson, had acted so decisively in a resting young author, Shalcon Chie, for the murder of Ynauf Jeva, LeStraid, with a mere duty of questioning, Staxon, the dead man, Secretary, had returned to 2-1-B, back asleep with failure, wricken all over his face. But then, Holmes and I had been as astonished as Gregson, the hair that he had found stangerson murdered too. LeStraid had brought a box containing two pills, which he had found near the body.

Explaning the last his case was completed, Holmes wasted no time in feeding one of the poor aging dogs, which are landed at a hairdresser's that morning to have destroyed. To his dismay, the effect was new. With his whole case hanging upon the contraband, Holmes quickly did drive the only remaining pill into some milk, and watched anxiously as the dog drank. Poor old chef, he worked. I should have had more faith. Of the two pills in that box, one was of the most deadly poison of the other was entirely harmless. I also had known that before, as I saw the box at all. If I may say so, any delay in arresting the murderer might give him time to perpetrate some failure prosthetic.

There have been no more murders. You've asked me if I may have the name of the murderer. I do. The meandering of his name is a small thing, however, compared to the power of laying our hands upon him. This I expect the dish ought to do. But how? I have good hopes of managing it through my own arrangement, but it's something which needs delicate handling. We have a shrewd and desperate man to deal with. A present I'm ready to promise that the instant I can communicate with you without endangering my own arrangement, I shall do so. Well, I don't know about that. Would you? Sir, please, sir. Yes, begin. I've got the cap downstairs, sir. Good boy. Listen, Gregson, why don't you introduce this pattern of handcuffs and scottons yard? See how beautifully the spring works? The cadman may have helped me with my boxes. Just ask him to step up, begin. Yes, sir. You never said anything about sitting out on a journey.

No, I did, Boston. All right, I'm just going to get this small pot net ready. What is this, Mr. Hoke? Yes, sir. I really think you would have told me. Oh, not the US, sir. So long these buckles are incredibly difficult. Well, let me help you. No, the cadman can do it. Ah, there you are, my good man. Yes, sir, man. Just give me a hand with this buckle if you please. Oh, Roger. What? What the hell is this? Oh, you're so stupid. Oh, you're stupid. Gentlemen, let the infant use you to Mr. Jefferson's hope, the murderer of Enoch Draper and Joseph Stangerson. Oh, good. We have his cab to prepare to take him to scottons yard. Jefferson, hope. I arrest you in the queen's name for the murder of Enoch Draper and Joseph Stangerson. And I'm as caution you that anything you say will be taken down and maybe put in evidence. I've got a good deal to say.

Your doctor, aren't you? Yes, him. And put your hand here on my chest. Well, as you wish. Well. Wait, he's mad, hasn't he? What's he got in you? Yes, that's what they call it. I went to a doctor last week about it and he told me if it's bound to burst before many days of past. It's been getting worse for years. The doctor wants him. You hear something, Victor? You consider there is immediate danger. Most certainly there is. In that case, it's clearly our duty and the interest suggests it's to take his statement. Will he write it down to his mistress, Lestrade? I have cautioned you and you ought to give your account, which this officer will take down. I understand. I'll sit down with you. Leave. I owe me. Thank you. This aneurysm of mine makes me easily tired and that puzzle we had just now hasn't amended matters. I am on the brink of the grave and I am not likely to lie to you gentlemen.

Right? Come on, Victor. So see, then, it doesn't much matter to you why I hated those two men. It's enough that they were guilty of the death of two human beings, a father and a daughter. And that they had therefore afforded their own lives. That girl was the one married me in America 20 years ago. She was forced into marrying that same driver and broke her heart over it. I took the marriage ring from her dead finger and I vowed that his dying eyes should rest upon that very ring and that his last thought should be of the crime or which he was punished. And I carried it about with me and followed him and his accomplice over two compliments until I caught him. I died tomorrow, as it's likely enough. I died knowing that my work in this world is done. When I got to London, my pocket was about empty and I found that I must turn my hand to something for my living,

driving and riding or as natural to me as walking. So I applied at a cab on his office, soon got him to one. Sometimes, before I found out where my two children were living, they were at a boarding house at Kemberwell over on the other side of the river. I'd grown my beard and there was no chance of their record-consciousness. Go where they would, about London. I was always at their heels. At last, one evening, I was driving up and down Torquy Terrace when I saw a cab draw out of their door. Pleasantly, some luggage was brought out and after a time, Trevor and Stangerson followed it and drove off. I whipped up my horse and kept with insight of it, feeling very ill at ease, but I feared that they were going to ship their borders. At Houston station, they got out and I left the boy to hold my horse and followed them on for platform. They got nearer and up to here, what they were saying. But I tell you, there isn't another Liverpool train for hours.

Oh, good cares. I care. But soon we're on a train to Liverpool and getting out of here, my happy-round beat. Well, Stangerson will just have to wait, won't we? Well, come to think of it, I have a little business on my own to do. If you just hang around here someplace, I'll go off and I'll join you later. If you go, I'm going with you. You see this little matters kind of delicate you'd be in the way. Is that so? Well, either I go with you or we both stay here. You can take it or leave it, Trevor. Here Stangerson, it's about time you remember you're nothing more than a paid servant around here. Who the hell do you think you are trying to dictate to me? I didn't mean it that way. Oh, sounds a demeanour. Cut it out once and for all. Oh, okay then. But look, supposing you're not back in time for the train, it's the last one tonight.

Oh, I'll be back here before 11. Tell you what, if I'm not, we'll meet up again at Halliday's hotel, that's it. I guess it'll happen. A moment for which I had waited so long had come at last. My plans were already forgotten. It's a chance that some days before, a gentleman who had been looking over some empty houses off the bricks and roads had dropped a key over the limit in my carriage. How to get Trevor to that house was the problem. There was a handsome in front of mine and he hailed it. I followed it for miles until my astonishment. We found ourselves back in the terrace where he had boarded. I went on and pulled up my cab a hundred yards or so from the house. He entered it and his handsome drove away. Well, I waited for the quarter of an hour or more. When suddenly they came a noise like people struggling inside the house.

Next moment the door was hung open and two men appeared. One of them was Trevor, the other was a young chap who might never see me fall. There's the house, not Tisha doing touch another's gauze. Get your hands off me. You'll hang on under this road in quite ten seconds. I'll make this special across here for you to be able to walk. Now get on with young. We'll stay on Dogen. Hey, you, Debbie, just come up. Trevor, be the holidays hotel. Then I had him fairly inside my cabin. My heart jumped so much with joy that I feared, less that this last moment, my aneurysm might go wrong. I was once jammed and sweeped out of a laboratory in the States.

One day, Professor was lecturing on some alkaloid, which was so powerful, that the least grain meant instant death. When they were all gone, I helped myself to a little of it. I was a fairly good dispenser, so I worked this alkaloid in a small, simple pill. And each pill I put in a box with a similar pill made without the poison. I determined that when I had my chance, my gentleman could each have a draw at one of those boxes while I ate the pill with remain. From that day, I had always my pillboxes about with me. And the time had now come when I was the user. But nearer one, a wild, bleak night flowing hot. My hands were trembling, my cup was starving with excitement. It was not a soul to be seen.

When I looked in at the cabin, though I found rather hot or not, I could see. Come on there, come on wake up, wake up on sight. What was the matter? Tond to get out. Oh, all right, you have it? You better follow me, sir. Is this the hotel? Caledies? Oh, come along there, sir. I'll help you. It's infinitely dark. Say, what kind of a hotel is this? Now we'll soon have a light just like this candle. Now, in a dripper, oh my.

What do you mean, I don't know? No. Yes, you, John. I have hunted you from Salt Lake City to save Petersburg, and you're always a skateboard. But now your wanderings have come to an end. No, no, keep away from me. What do you think of poor Lucy's barrier now? Punishment has been slow in coming, but it has all been taken to last. Would you marry me? Go chop some. Married me a mad dog. What mercy has you upon my poor darling when you drag her from a swat and bow and bore her away? Wasn't I curious for thee? But it was you who broke her in this box. Let the fine God shine to the surface, see this box. What is it? What are they? They're just a couple of killed, two deep. There is death in one and life in the other.

I shall take what you leave. Let us see if there is justice upon you, or if we are moved by chance. Who is it? We are married. Don't do it. Yes, you will, but my wife will get married. No, keep away from me. Do as I say. Do. And keep. This way, you have a bit of interest. You don't take it as it will be my life for no chance for you out of trouble. Very well. I'll leave. Now, I'll take the other. Yes. I did. It's a good taste. You God. You was. You. You. You. You're listening to the adventures of Sherlock Holmes being brought to you from the BBC over WFMT in Chicago, presented by Barclays Bank International.

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So I dipped my finger in my own blood and printed it on the wall. And then I walked down to my camp. I had driven some distance when I put my hand into the pocket in which I usually kept loose and screamed. The found it was not there. It was the only momentum I had on it. Thinking that I might have dropped it when I stood over trebuchess body, I drove back. And leaving my cabin aside sweet, I went boldly up to the house. Warped right into the arms of a police officer who was coming out. Permanished the fooling by pretending to be hopelessly drunk. But I had to go away about that week. So my first river there. How about Stingett? Oh, I knew that he was staying in Calabase Hotel. Early next morning I took advantage of some ladders which were lying in the lane behind the hotel and so made my way into his room in the grey of the dawn.

I woke him up and told him he was to answer for the life he had taken so long before. I gave him the same choice of poisoned pills. He sprang from his bed and flew it with my throat. In self-defense I stabbed him to the heart. I see. You got all that into the straight? Every word? Well, is there anything you'd like to ask Mr. Holmes? There's only one point on which I should like a little more information. Who was your accomplice who came for the ring which I had to tell you? I can tell you my own secret but I don't get other people in the trouble. He had no hand in the depths of the pose to men and to know nothing of them. I think we can accept the truth of that, Graves. Very well, Mr. Holmes. But now, gentlemen, the forms of the law must be complied with. On Thursday the prisoner will be booked before the major strictness and your attendance will be required. There's Thomas Stewart in sector. Until then, I will be responsible for him. Come along if you please Mr. Lestrade.

We may as well use his own camp. So, I'm afraid we can hardly let him drive it. You have to apply for it. Oh, never mind. At least I can drive a cab. Come along, hope. Let's be moving. Yeah, what? Graves and Lestrade will be furious about his death. Well, it was better for the poor devil to die and he's still and almost scaffolded. His life was hanging by a thread. I'd then say they won't see it that way. Where will that gram the participant be now? How they must have been looking forward to the trial. I must admit it would have been pretty interesting. Never mind. I wouldn't have missed the investigation for anything. There's been no better case within my recollection. Simple as it was. Him, poor. Well, let me see if I can make it clear. Now, this was a case in which you were given the result and had to find everything else to yourself.

I approached the house with my mind entirely free from all impressions. I began by examining the roadway. And there, as I've already explained to you, I saw clearly the months of a cab, which, as I ascertained by enquiry, must have been there during the night. Yes, just a moment. How could you know it was a cab but not a private carriage? By the narrow gauge of the wheel. The ordinary London grouder is considerably less quiet than the gentleman's braw. I'd then walked slowly down the garden path, which hadn't been composed of a clay soil, but purely in this suitable for taking impressions. There's no branch of detective science, which is so important and so much neglected, as the art of tracing footsteps. I saw the head-afe footmarks of the constables, but I saw also the plaque of the two men who had first passed through the garden. It was easy to tell that they had been before the others, because in places their marks had been entirely obliterated by the others coming upon the top of them. In this way, my second link was formed, which told me that the maternal visitors were two in number.

One remarkable phrase, fight, as I calculated from the length of the stride, and the other, passionately dressed, to judge from the small and elegant impression left by the boots. What next? On imping the house, this last inference was confirmed. My well-booted man, they did behold me. The poor one then had done the murder, if murder was. Having sniffed the dead man's lips, I did take to the slightest far smell, and I came to the conclusion that he'd been poisoned. I argued from the hate-fiddler here expressed upon his face, that the poison had been forced upon him, and now came the great question as to the reason why. Robbery had not been the object of the murder for nothing was taken. Political assassins, on the other hand, are only too glad to do their work and to fly. This murder had been done most in liberty, and the perpetrator had left his tracks all over the room. And the inscription on the wall was too obvious. They were blind. No, it must have been a private wrong,

and not a political one, which called for such a mothoryful revenge. I was in time from the first to suspect that a woman was in some way connected. Ah, finding the waiting room that settled the question. However, I proceeded to make a careful examination of the room, which confirmed me, in my opinion, as to the murderous fight, and, certainly, with the additional details as to the Tritian Opel-Acega. I had already come to the conclusion, since there were no signs of a struggle, that the blood which covered the floor had burst from the murderous nose in his excitement. I could see that the track of blood coincided with the track of his feet. Now, as a medical man Watson, you will agree that it is seldom that any man breaks out in such a way through emotion unless he is very full-blooded. There is quite room. So, I hasn't been in the opinion that the criminal was a robust and ruddy-faced man. Indeed, he was. Quite so. Now, you will remember that I ascertain that when Gregson telegraphed to America,

he had not inquired as to any particular point, which might appear to be critical. Yes. Well, having left the house, I telegraphed to the head of the police at Cleveland, limiting my inquiry of the circumstances, disconnected to the marriage of Enoch J. Drebber. Yes. The answer was conclusive. It told me that Drebber had already applied for the protection of the law against an old rival in love named Jefferson Hope, and that this same hope was a present in Europe. I knew now that I held the two to the mystery in my hand, and all the remains were to secure the murder. Oh, the cremated! Before it wasn't so difficult, I had already determined, in my own mind, that the man who had walked into the house with Drebber was none other than the man who had driven the cab. The monks in the road, showed that the horse had wandered on in a way which would have been impossible, had there been anyone in charge of it. Where then could the driver be, unless he were inside the house, and my dear Watson? Supposing one man wished to dog another through London,

what better means could he adopt, than to turn cab driver? So you came to the conclusion that Jefferson Hope was to be found among my job as a metropolis. Oh, brilliant. Quite brilliant. Thank you, Watson. But what made you assume that having achieved his object, Jefferson Hope would go on being a cab driver? Why, he would have been foolish not to. Any sudden change on his path might have brought attention to himself. I therefore organised my street out of detective corps, and sent them systematically to every cab proprietor in London until they said it to the man I wanted. Certainly, certainly, it's a period. But Holmes, how about the murder of the other man? Stangerson. Ah. That incident was entirely unexpected. Through it, I came into possession of the pill, the existence of which I had already semi. You see, the whole thing is a chain of logical sequences without a breakoff flaw. It's wonderful. From Markmore.

You should be publicly recognised for this, huh? You should publish an account of the case. Oh, love. Well, if you weren't, I'll do it for you. I have all the facts in my journal. The public will know them. You may do what you like, Dad. Yes, Mrs. Hudson. The echo has just come, Mr. Holmes. Oh, just straight down there. Mrs. Hudson, I'll look at it later. No, no, I'll have it, please. Oh, very good, sir. Thank you. Shall you be in to lunch, gentlemen? I'll tell you, we shall. Thank you, sir. Thank you, Mr. Hudson. I say, listen to this, Holmes. The public have lost a sensational treat to the sudden death of the man, who was suspected of the murders, Mr. Inoffgeber and Mr. Joseph Stangerson. The details of the case will probably never now be known, though we are informed upon good authority, that the crimes were the result of an old standing and romantic feud. If the case has no other effect, it at least brings out in the most striking manner,

the efficiency of our detective police force. Oh, it is an openness secret that the credit for this smart capture belongs entirely to the well-known Scotland Yard official's method, Gregson, the legendary. It is expected that the testimonial or some sort will be presented to these two officers as a fitting recognition of their service. Ha, ha! Well, Holmes, what about that, didn't I, tell you so when we started watching? That's the result of all our study in Scotland. To get them attested both of them! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha, ha! Martinique Tanzania Dubrovnik, wherever your vacation plans take you this summer, Barclays Bank International has a special going away present

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Well now you've heard Barclays 3, you know the ending. It was one of the stories of Sherlock Holmes from the inspired pen of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. My name, my real name, is Norman Shelley. My friend Carlton Hobbs made Sherlock Holmes, and I was got to work. Michael Hardwick wrote out scripts for this BBC production from London. And of course I look forward to the pleasure of your company again. Soon, the more of the adventures of Sherlock Holmes. The adventures of Sherlock Holmes has been presented by Barclays Bank International at 208 South La Salle Street in Chicago. Barclays, not so much your bank as a...

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