
Sherlock Holmes - The Adventure of the Missing Blood Stains
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Well, here we are once again in Dr. Watson's study. Come in, Mr. Campbell. Come in. Get sit down and relax. You were a bit wotate, Ophila. Oh yes, it's like a beautiful springy thing. I thought I'd walk over. In fact, it's so beautiful I'd go whole most of the way. Breaking in the warm air and the smell of things going until suddenly I realized I was blamed while going to be late if I didn't hurry. Yes, I know how it is. This lovely spring weather is that they conducive to indolence. My household came when I go out to do the spring planting and spend most of my time leaning on the spades, sniffing, sniffing to the birds. Of the nuns doesn't weigh the past a ton of days, don't they? Yes, the day like the day is almost as relaxing as it's curses fast. Which reminds me of curious and glory experience that comes and I had in just something that's been spent some years ago. They found suspiciously like the gentleman who said, bang, or speaking of explosion.
Now, Mr. Campbell, you've been sitting in Spain about the way that the story tell a begins is young. Anything you said is in a bust beginning. So, what's the old art? Where was I? In a Turkish bath, if I'm not mistaken. Who is this Turkish bath? You're not mistaken. Well, now, to the beginning of the beginning, it was in the hectic air-raising and I might even say the glorious day. The great battle of which, between Sherlock Holmes and the notorious Professor Maria. What you might call a real battle of the Titans, they don't think. Indeed it was, Mr. Campbell. Things that have been unusually hectic for homes for several months. Now, he had been particularly active at homes that had many sleepless nights. Finally things had calmed down a bit and I tried to persuade him to take a badly needed holiday. The net result being that he finally did agree to have an afternoon off and I kept him into a Turkish bath. As a matter of fact, both the homes and I had a weakness for the Turkish bath.
The smoke in the present latitude of the drying room, I also found him less reticent and more human than any other time. The heat, Melody's, cast iron reserve, they don't do anything. No, it's right, Mr. Campbell, Mr. Sightler. Well, as I was saying, on the upper floor of a certain ephemeral avenue of sedishment, there is an isolated corner where two couches, life side by side. And it was on these, as we were lying. The homes had just shocked as long as sinewy arms out of the towers which enveloped him and were fishing about in the inside pocket of his coat. We found the sardine. I put it. Where on earth did I put it on a fine, good thing? Watson. I forgot to bring my tobacco. Relax, Holmes. Forget about tobacco. Forget my arse. Relax. It's a became in here for. Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble. I am relaxed, my dear fellow.
I want to smoke. You want to put the bubble, bubble? Something like the peace and seclusion of a Turkish bath. It's a hole. It's a Sherlock hole. Hello? Gossy, the steam room attendant seems prepared. Oh my goodness, now what? I don't know what I'm seeing, it's a Sherlock hole. I'm seeing your face. Here I am, Gossy. Here I am. What do you want? Come on. It's good, I find you. There has been an accident, Mr. Holmes. A bad accident. It's Lord Tantrabe. He's in an extracing room. Covered at last. Oh, and I say if I can't see you once, Dr. Watson, you're not me. I'll be with you in a minute, yeah? Oh no, not Dr. Watson. It's too late for you. He's dead. Dead? Dead? In six places. Come and look at Mr. Holmes, please. Dead. You're me. All right, now come at once. Good gracious, me, I want to hold a commotion. Why can't we have a little peace and part? Right. Right, right, right, right. I'm just feeling a little scared.
Why are these two persons talking as a top of their voices? My dear Mr.... Well, whoever you are, I was never under the impression of the Olympia bars for a church. Furthermore, my dear Mr.... Oh well, never mind the name. Tundra. Fredris Gilbert Tundra is a liberal leader in the present Parliament. And with everyone knows he'll keep the breath of the time. I don't know, it's Tundra. I do not concern myself with trivialities. So the boss, as I was saying before being so rudely interrupted, you may be interested to know that you're a hittin rival of Campo D'Ari, the conservative leader, which whom you are known for a publicly locked form on several occasions. Oh, oh, oh, what have I have? Oh, what you done now, the old fool. If you mean you're a Campo D'Ari, he's done absolutely. Yes, he hasn't done anything. I'm probably never will again. Oh, what are you bliv-ling about? Well, the things that God has just discovered, you're a political bitter-be? Dead. And he's dressing room. Oh, well, you mean he's had a heart attack? No, I don't mean anything of the kind. He's been stabbed.
And how many places did you say God's in six places? Mr. Holmes. But that's impossible. I... That is, I talked him not half an hour ago. We had a little conference. What's the blusher you understand? The world he was waiting for just a coming-and-and-give him is better. Oh, he was... Oh, right, right, right, left him. Oh, man. Are you sure? What do you mean, of course I'm sure. Campo D'Ari was alive and... First, it's like a trooper when I left him. I passed the dust in the corridor where he came out of Campo D'Ari. He'll tell you, little boy, was alive and kicked it. Oh, really? How about it, girl? It is, too. I hear swearing, but from which dressing room it comes, I could not be sure. If all that felt thin, you understand? Yes, indeed. Quite true. The dressing of walls are thin. And that's who is this person? And why is he asking all these stupid questions? But Mr. Turnbridge, Mr. Antelman, it makes a sure lot of calls. Hey, Mr. Detective. Oh, I've never heard of him. He even really knows. Well, well, Sampus Scotland Yard. This is a matter of national importance.
Quite, yes. I think you're quite right. You may as well as the Empress, Detective Lestrade God. Cutting Yard won't have to be informed in any case. In the meantime, however, well, I... I think I'll take a look. Well, in the meantime, Mr. Whoever you are, I insist that everything be left strictly alone. Very well, then, Mr. A... A thing I'm a Bob, if you insist, but you'll be losing valuable time. I most will, particularly, do insist. Yes, I'm getting out of here. Be too honest. I'm from the Poghary. If you can do well, me, I know this. Oh, that's a common gentleman. Just a moment, if you please. I think it's only fair to point out to you all that the suspicion has bound to fall on anyone who leaves the Poghary of Valoriers, that had a chance to search and question him. Watch me. You mean I have to be silent? Oh, right. You don't know anyone to go. Hold on tight. You didn't go to the state. I'd quite a hornet's nest, eh? What's it? It is an odd vote cue in here for no rest.
Well, that's done. You know what's to miss? I miss the Oens. Not from the back. Yes, not once, but six times. Deep, for rocious thrusts. Quite unnecessarily brutal. And if I may say so? Bloody. Yeah. Place looks like a showhouse. Yes, whoever did the deed must have been grinched in blood. Might tell you our men search for bloodstained towels or garments, will you, Stan? Yes. Well, I don't think I've anything to stop blood on it. It may be you, Mr. Oens. I've ordered a search of everybody and everything on the premise. Yes, that's not going to be very popular with Mr. Tombridge, eh? Well, I wouldn't care if he was the Archbishop of Canterbury. When Scotland Yard says search everybody, we search everybody. Besides, everybody knows he and the corpse here are bitter enemies. I fought my captain dog. How long would you say he'd been dead, Mr. Oens? Oh, I don't know about, let me say, now and a half to 30, 40 minutes to get you here at the stride. And the Canterbury had been dead that we see over half an hour when God's found them.
Yes, at last. Did the Dorman notice who left the establishment during the offer before the body was found? Yes, sir. Only all Mr. Vellford and his touchebler and their sighted to do a crime like this. Was the door to Lord Canterbury's dressing room locked? A no sir. Now does it happen that he lay here for over half an hour before anyone found him? Particularly as if he was down on the books full of assas, half an hour before he was found. I thought he was a sea. Lord Canterbury or sometimes he'd act a little nap after he was in the steep room and he didn't want. I should disturb him. Oh, that's very interesting. Then you did come in this room once before you realized Lord Canterbury was dead. Yes, Mr. Holt. But he was lying there so piece of dough piece for him. Yes, on his back. Yes, sir. This time he found him. It wasn't until the second time I came in. I see he has his eyes open. And the place is, shall we say, old scattered with blood? It was so dark. They've shed for a draw and it was not easy to see anything.
Maybe if you don't look close. Even then, some people are unable to observe the most obvious facts. What might you mean by that? Oh, just an observation. The stern just with shirtless observation. Come in. Well, where is what's up? The place will pop to bottom just like you say, Inspector. And there's no bloodstain, nowhere. Except on this. And what's that? A pocket knife, sir. Large size. Oh. The hand has been wiped off, but there's still some bloodstain on the slide. We found it in the locker of a bloke, a knife of tunger. Ah, ah. Doesn't it, Mr. Dard? I'm going to walk the deep end. Will it? Yes, sir. You would say there were no bloodstains anywhere except on this knife. Not a sign of a bloodstain, nowhere. You were searching for dirty little dampers, towels and lockers, of a costume of a clothes? Oh, yes, sir. We searched everything. There's not a sign of blood anywhere, but on that fair weapon. Amazing. Ah, for enough for me. The seer is the murder weapon. And he was found in Tamprede's locker. Bring him in here, Willesson.
We'll have him on the carpet. Yes, sir. Right, sir. I knew he was a murderer from the beginning. Who has the motive for killing Canterbury's discatting? Who has the opportunity? This cat's tongue-bidge. He admits himself he had a talk with the deceased, and they had words. Well, this is the updance thing I've found. No, where? But in the ass, this Mr. Tamprede's locker. Mm, he's took a place from Red River to hide the people of Red River, and he's on the locker. Tamprede isn't a stupidest vet, will it, right? Oh, no. And why go to there? Uh, little cousin. Don't you wish everything was more rewarding? With Vakison almost everything else. You can earn cash back on those new shoes you've been wanting. You can save on the next trip you book. You can cash in on groceries. Just join. Shop your favorite brands and save. Target, Instacart, Expedia. Macy Sephora, CBS. The list is long. Save online, install, and at over 22,000 restaurants. And when it's time to redeem those rewards, get your money exactly how you want it.
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Are you sure it's all you use it for? Yes, of course. Why are these have blood stains on it? Blood stains? Yeah. And there. No, don't shoot, touch it. We don't want to destroy any possible fingerprints. But if it's mine, my fingerprints are already on it. Yes, he's right, fair and stride. Furthermore, that stain doesn't look like blood damage. It's not red at all. It looks like rust. It's a metal tank. If a stain is on knife. Red, it's fairly certain. It's not blood. Now, this particular stain, a foul and icy, a particular stain of scottern yarn. Yes, don't forget my dearest dad. I invented the first incalibur test for blood stain. Yes, quite true, sir. You did? Yes, indeed. My test is infallible. It works on blood that is new or on blood that is old. I discovered the first three agents, which is precipitated by human growing. My daughter, Mr. Armstrong, sorry, but scottern yarn doesn't any time for leckers. We've been in action. Now, Mr. Tumbrink, it's my duty to take you into custody.
And it's also my duty to warn you that anything that you may say may be used in evidence against you. Anything I say, to realize whom you're arresting, I might leave you figuring British politics. So, with this fellow who lies there stands with you on knife, we've still got blood stains on it. And the sad, if you pardon me for saying so, in this case, it's not the blood stains that are in evidence but the blood stains that are not in evidence. Which is the significant factor. Oh, look at the word. Oh, what do you mean by that? There's simply that it would be rather difficult for Mr. Tumbrink. We've committed a murder of Gory as this one without having blood stains on his towel he's wearing or on the clothes which are still in his locker. What was to prevent him from copying a towel outside the Lord's candle for his blicking? Going in and knifeing him in the back, then sneaking down to the showrooms, not more than 20 feet down the corridor and washing away the evidence. May I round about it in the nude? Certainly not. No, most certainly not, sir. Remember my dear illustrator, you drag one of Britain's leaders away to jail?
But it might have been possible for him to stab his enemy in a fit of temper, but he would never have cleaned up running up down the corridor in his birthday suit. Oh, let me see. I'm afraid I's not to look for another explanation of a missing blood stains. The Holmes is really everyone else who's left to take his car. Everyone but the faithful, God, oh, I don't mind. Hey, tonight we have by my house our crowd. I don't like our crowd. Every side I've got to stay in locker. Then you have to wait till we find the blood stains. I guess somewhere. That's why I sent Holmes to my famous benzene proxied mixture. And we're on a planet there that is a tower or a mini-nose, something that has blood stains. We'd be through the towers in the linen a dozen times, home. It's kind of blood. Furthermore, according to Sebastian's checklist, there are no towers or any linen in the sea, even dust.
Which he would be. He would be his linen, which he watches himself. Is he having here on the line? You don't watch any linen but your own, do you guys? No, Mr. Holmes, everything goes after the laundry. I watch my own because I'd like to be quick and clean. Quite a day I watch noon and evening. The evening's job hasn't been done yet, eh? No, this one I watch this noon is my tower from this morning. Oh, yeah. This morning's tower will watch this noon, yes. But what? Can't we hurry? Well, this isn't a bit of a afternoon. What about 3.30? Now it's... Now after seven o'clock. Don't you see what's in this tower? Don't you see? Well, no. I don't know. Mr. Boston thinks the towers are clean and the whistle. I don't dry. If it had been watched at noon, watched at noon, it would be dry now. But it's still damp. Yes, it was washed after I can't forget his death cost. Can we move the bloodshed? Yes, Mr. Holmes. That's why you didn't go for the death until half an hour after the Canceloria died. Oh, no.
Don't have time to remove the bloodshed. That's not true. Besides, you can't remove anything. The tower is clean now. There are no masks. No stains. The better fact is that there were no stains on it. It's just making me suspect you. A lot of time for Barry was found lying on his back. And yet when you were informed, the sea had been stabbed. You were quite definite about the number of times that he'd been stabbed. But in the back, did he? And how did you know that, cousin? Well, I... I... Lift him up. I... I... I... I... I look. Of course, I think you're getting at home. He couldn't have gone that. No one could examine the corpse without getting blood on the room. Blood on the room, sir. Everyone got a peer to kill at the Canceloria death. I wasn't a perfect blood on him. But if I can prove that the tower which you so carefully washed, once had blood stains and that you were very careful to remove those stains, that you will never prove. I have scrubbed. I have you soap. I even boiled that power. There is not even a suspicion of a blood stain left. That is why you're wrong, my friend. And what's in the number of order into this cabalium? No matter how thoroughly you try to remove a blood stain, it will never... out.
Can it? Fun. Yes, we only need enough noise in the cloud. Now I will drop a few drops of my famous solution onto the cloud. There we are. Oh, all I can see is a lot of spare blood. Three. Yes. It's undoubtedly blood. Blood? Yes. The story of the blue speaks proof and fellablaid that there was blood on the tower. No, no, no. How are you going to explain why you were so anxious to remove these blood stains? No, no. I did not do it. Eat the watch and it's the toilet break. He did it. Did not. Why did he not? There was blood on it. Put the... Let me out of here. It's not 24. I don't want to. How much is running away? You can't get in the shape. So there he goes down the corner now. You can't get in the steamboat. Don't worry. I'll get him. Phew. The steam is thick in here. I can help to see my hand before my face. It must be in here. Look down to the bench. Welcome. Welcome. Welcome. Eat the door open. Let's cover this.
Now it's time to keep out of here. Will your hands in the shut the door? How would you hear that? The door. Someone dropped the door. Hey, come here. Let it go. Let it go. Here. Enough, Tim. You've been up to my mistake. No. Your draw. It was no mistake, my friend. Now, we are here. We are here. We are missing people with us. No, that took the voice to the ventilator. So you were behind us, murder too, Professor. A call. Perhaps you would like to know why I have to kill Lord Canterbury. Yes, indeed. That would be very interesting. A call that's necessary to start a few between the two great political parties. Because they're in danger of forming a coalition. The past certain housing reforms that would have proved very expensive to me. Welcome. What better way to break up a misdipping collaboration than by killing one person? Having the other hand for his mercy. I'm very ingenious, my wife. I pity you for the chosen for the clumsy tool of justice. Pums? But he forged gut and yarn. Mr. Ford.
It was just my illusory that you should be on the premises when they accidentally came. Thank you for the compliment. No. However, it's a mistake which I'm sure gust will be able to direct about. Yes. How very simple. I have sent in a bit more calls on the fire. Any moment now there should be more steam. Yes, gentlemen, much more steam. And the crazy when you finish with a steam bath you will never need enough. No. You will be spoiled a lot. It's right there. They come to steam, pouring out of the opening of our head. Only if you could reach that opening, you could start some of these houses in the pipeline. Hello, Capro. There's no hose. It's getting very hot here. Wait. I have it. One of the long benches. I'll stand on the end. Doctor Bal I'll try to talk to you. Make a noise. Anything to cover up the moving of the bench. Very well. Oh. Get it hot. My arty. This is gone far enough week. It's become semi-small. It's pretty hot. I'll hand me out the power. Quick. My arty. Come to steam off.
You hear my arty, come to here. The heat. It's becoming unbearable. It's more powerful. Is it getting hot enough in the air? Gentleman boil. I'm sure it is. It's boiling. It's boiling. It's boiling. It's boiling. It's boiling. It's boiling. Boil of nice and thin. Boil of steam. Live of steam. It's boiling. Good bye, Mr. Shurlapone. Now what happened? You can't turn up their own items. Come on, I have to. First of all, it's too thick. Then it looks as thick. The summa comes so thick. It may burst the boil out. That's dangerous. Building to be not correct. Because of bursting boilers. It's never the last thing I want. One can. First of all, it's a confounded boil of price. Before my army snuck in the room, your army's in the stomachs. Is the boilerplate? Pressure. Pressure my dear Watson. Measure the square foot of air surface. Private of service to a boiler. The opening of its pipe is very small.
All the same on the plate. I can't hold up a cylinder Watson. Hold on, hold on. It must burst through it much. Pressure. Ah, my hands. My hands. Oh, the dogs, the dogs. And you came through the explosion, alright, Dr. Watson? Well, I had a rustic crack with homes and the bench fell on men. Homes had the wind knocked out of them. But we were in fairly good shape on the time of poverty. Pulled it out from the record. Moriari wasn't by any chance trapped or killed or something. Unfortunately, no, but they found Gus, however. Mike did. I suppose the exploding boiler did for him. No, there was a bullet wound in the back of his head. I'd all imagine that Maliaki wanted to make sure that he would never appear in court. Dr. Faya, to go through what you went through in that Turkish bath episode, I think I'd never want to work on another case with homes again.
Oh, what a cut. I was together. And I said, I certainly did feel like that for a couple of hours. But by the time we got back to Baker Street and sat down to one of Mrs. Hudson's good meals, well, I was ready for anything at home that in mind. You know, there's nothing like a good dinner to make a few of you wear. You have been listening to an adventure in crime with Basil Rathbone as Sherlock Holmes and Nigel Bruce as Dr. Watson.
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