Sherlock Holmes - The Adventure of the Missing Blood Stains

Razzle Razzle and Nigel Bruce in the new adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

This rebar guest is especially for the American Armed Forces and their allies.

Now let's join Dr. Campbell as the enter is Dr. Watson's study.

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 worried, though, fella.

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.

I was breaking in the warm air and the smell of things going until suddenly I realized I was

blame for going to be late if I didn't hurry.

So I ran the last three blocks.

Yes, I know how it is.

This lovely spring weather is certainly conducive to indolence.

My household claim that when I go out to do the spring planting I spend most of my time

leaning on the spades, sniffing and sniffing to the birds.

Other than that, it doesn't weigh the past a ton of days.

Yes, the day like the day.

It's almost as relaxing as it's cursing fast.

It reminds me of the curious and gory experience that Holmes and I had in just such an

establishment some years ago.

They found suspiciously like the gentleman who said bang.

Oh, speaking of explosion.

Now Mr. Campbell, you've been saying about the way the storyteller begins is young.

Anything is better than in a bus beginning.

So it's been a lot of work.

Where was I?

In a Turkish bath, if I'm not mistaken.

Oh, yes, it's a Turkish bath, you're not mistaken.

Yes, it is.

Well, now, to the beginning of the beginning, it was in the hectic air-raising and I might

even say the glorious day.

And 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.

Indeed it was Mr. Campbell.

Things have been unusually hectic for Holmes for several months.

Maria here had been particularly active at Holmes and had many sleepless nights.

Finally things have calmed down a bit and I tried to persuade him to take a badly needed holiday.

The next result being the finally two degrees to have an afternoon off and I come to him into a Turkish bath.

As a matter of fact, both the Holmes and I had a weakness for the Turkish bath.

Over the smoke in the present latitude of the drying room, I've also found him less reticent

and more human than any other time.

The heat, no, it is cast iron reserve.

They don't do anything.

No, no.

Right, Mr. Campbell, no, no.

Well, as I was saying, on the upper floor of a certain apartment avenue establishment,

there is an isolated corner where two couches lie side by side.

And it was on these, as we were lying.

Holmes had just shot his long sinewy arm out of the towers with enveloped him

and was fishing about in the inside pocket of his coat.

He shot on the side.

I put it.

Where on earth did I put it, old, constant thing?

Watson.

I forgot to bring my tobacco.

Oh, relax, Holmes.

Relax.

Forget about tobacco.

Forget about tobacco.

Forget about tobacco.

Relax.

It should be came in here for.

Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble.

I am relaxed, my dear fellow.

I want a smoke.

You want a bubble, bubble, bubble?

Something like the peace and seclusion of a Turkish bath.

It's a horn.

It's a Sherlock horn.

Hello?

Gusty, the steam room attendant seems prepared.

Oh my goodness, now what?

And then you want to see Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

Why?

You want me to get dressed?

Oh my goodness.

I don't know.

See in your face.

Here I am, Gusty.

Here I am.

What do you want?

Oh, come on.

It's good, I find you.

There is been an accident.

I didn't, Mr. Holmes.

A bad accident.

It's Lord Tanjoube.

He's in his dressing room.

Covered it.

Oh.

And I said, I can't see you once, uh, 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?

Badly in six places.

Come and look at Mr. Holmes, please.

Dead.

You're me.

All right.

Come at once.

Good gracious, me, uh, what's all the commotion?

Why can't we have a little piece of art?

Right.

Right.

Great.

What's the meaning of this, Gusty?

Why are these two persons talking as a top of a voice?

Maybe I missed, uh, Mr. Well, whether 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.

Pregnant Gilbert Tundra.

A liberal leader in the present parliament.

Which everyone knows will keep abreast of the time.

My dear Mr. Tundra.

I do not concern myself with trivialities.

Furthermore, as I was saying before being so rudely interrupted,

you may be interested to know that your hit rival, Lord Campelbury,

the conservative leader, which whom you are known for publicly locked forms

on several occasions.

Oh, well, well, well, what have I done now?

Oh, oh, if you mean Lord Campelbury, he is unabsolutely.

Yes, he hasn't done anything, and probably never will again.

Oh, what are you blithering about?

Well, it seems that Gust has just discovered your, uh,

shall we say, political Bitarvi, dead in his 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 Gusty?

Six places, Mr. Well, but that's impossible.

I, uh, we, uh, that is, I, uh, talked him not half an hour ago.

We had a little, uh, conference.

That blows you on the fence.

But while he was waiting for Gusty coming in,

and giving him his better.

Oh, he was mean.

Oh, right, right, left him.

Oh, really?

Are you sure?

What do you mean, of course I'm sure.

Campelbury was alive and special like a trooper when I left him.

I passed the Gust in the corridor where he came out of Campelbury's dressing room.

He'll tell you, little boy, he was alive and kicking.

Oh, really?

How about it, Gust?

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 balls are thin.

And that's, uh, who is this person?

And why is he asking all these, uh, stupid questions?

But Mr. Turnbridge, Mr. Anterman, it's Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Hey, Mr. Detective.

Oh, I've never heard of him.

Have you been with him?

Well, well, simple Scotland Yard.

This is a matter of national importance.

Quite, yes.

I think you're quite right.

You may as well tend for a spectacular strike, Gust.

Cotton 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. Uh, uh, I think I'm a Bob.

If you insist, but, uh, you'll be losing valuable time.

I, most importantly, do insist.

Yes, I'm getting out of here.

Meet you, Arthur.

I'm from Apollo.

If you can do well, me, Er, you know this.

Sir, I'm a gentleman.

Just a moment, if you please.

I think it's only fair to point out to you all.

The suspicion is bound to fall on anyone

who leaves the polio fallegers

who have a chance to search and question him.

Watch me.

Oh, you mean I have to decide?

Oh, right.

I don't want anyone to go.

Hold on tight.

You seem to have stared at quite a honoured sniff, eh?

What's that?

It is an advocate in here for a rest.

Well, what's that?

You know, stillness.

I'm Mr. Owens.

Not from the back.

Yes, not once, but six times.

Deep, porosious thrusts.

Quite unnecessarily brutal.

And, uh, if I may say so?

Bloody.

Yeah.

Place looks like a showhouse.

Yes, whoever did the deed must be grinched in blood.

Might tell your men search for blood-stained towels

or garments, will you, Mr. Owens?

Yes.

Well, I don't pick up anything to stop blood on it.

It's never you, Mr. Owens.

I've ordered a search of everybody

and everything on the premise.

Yes, that's not good for you.

You know, popular with Mr. Tombridge, eh?

Oh, 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

like for my captain dog.

Um, how long would you say he'd been dead, Mr. Owens?

Oh, I don't know about, uh, let me say, uh,

now and a half to 30, 40 minutes to get you here, Mr. Owens.

And, uh, Canterbury had been dead that we see

over half an hour when God's found them.

Yes, at last.

Did the, um, Dorman noticed

who let the establishment duelingly offer

before the body was found?

Yes, sir.

Only all Mr. Welford, and he's to sheep,

and they're cited to do a crime like this.

Oh, go.

Was the, um, door to lock Canterbury's dressing room locked?

No, sir.

Hmm?

Now, does it definitely lay here

for over half an hour before anyone found it?

Particularly as it was down on the books for a massage,

half an hour before he was found.

Very, you see.

I, I thought he was asleep.

Uh, Lord Canterbury.

Sometimes he'd act a little nap after he was in the steam 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.

I guess, Mr. Owens.

But he was lying there so,

piece of dough piece for Welford.

Yes, on his back?

Yes, sir.

Just like we found him.

It wasn't until the second time I come in,

I see he has his eyes open.

And the place is, um,

so we say, old scattered with blood.

It was so dark,

it was 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.

Uh-uh.

What might you mean by that?

Oh, just an observation,

a strand, just a,

with shortest 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

that there's still some bloodstain on the blade.

We found it in the locker of a bloke,

nine of ton worth.

Ah-ha!

Doesn't it, Mr. Ardango,

off the deep end?

Will it?

Yes, sir.

You would say there were no bloodstains anywhere,

except on this night.

Not a sign of a bloodstain, nowhere.

You were searched for dead-elidant hampers?

Tows and lockers?

Are the customers of their clothes?

Oh, yes, sir.

We've searched everything.

There's not a sign of blood anywhere,

but on that fair weapon.

Amazing.

Ah-ha!

Enough for me.

This here is the murder weapon.

And you were found in Tumprede's locker.

Bring him in here, will it?

Sir, we'll have him on the carpet.

Yes, sir.

Right away.

I knew he was a murderer from the beginning.

Who has the motive for killing Canada

that is this cat-tempage?

Who has the opportunity?

Of this cat-tempage.

He admits himself he had a talk for the deceased,

and they had words.

Well, where did this here bloodstain knife found?

No, where?

That's in the ass.

This, Mr. Tumprede's locker.

Hmm.

He's took it face from murder to hide the faithful weapon

in his own locker.

Tumprede isn't a stupid as that one, sir.

Oh, no.

And why go to there?

Oh, look here.

This is an outrage keeping me held like this.

I'll go to realize I had been forced.

Well, it might at least have been put on my clothes

instead of hauling them about.

I'll complain to the authorities.

I'll have you dismissed.

All of your own.

Maybe you will, sir.

And then again, maybe you won't.

The first of all, you'll answer some questions.

Have you ever seen this knife before?

No, for a knife, for a real knife.

Of course, sir.

It's mine.

I've had it all my life.

You used to take it fishing when I was a boy.

No, indeed.

I never explained it.

I've had it.

No, I used it to open my neck.

Oh, you too.

Are you sure it's all you use it for?

Yes, of course.

And why are the easier blood stains on it?

Blood stains?

Yeah.

Yeah.

And there.

No, don't you 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.

It's dry.

Furthermore, that stain doesn't look like blood.

It's not red at all.

It looks like rust.

It's a metal tank.

If a stain is a knife, blood red, it's fairly certain.

It's not blood.

Blood.

Now, this particular stain is found by a particular stain of scottern yarn.

Yes.

Don't forget, by the other side, I invented the first incredible chest for blood stain.

It's quite true, sir.

You did?

Yes, indeed.

My chest.

And my chest 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 hemoglobin.

No, no, no, no.

It's all a mystery, sir.

If it's scottern yarn, there's not any time for lectures.

We've been in action.

Now, Mr. Tambrink, it's mine.

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'm a leading figure in British politics.

So, with this fellow who lies there stands with you and knife, we have 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.

Who are you?

Oh, what do you mean by that?

There's simply that it would have been rather difficult for Mr. Tambrink.

We've committed a murder as gory as this one without having blood stains on the 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 Canterbury's 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.

It's me going round about it in the nude.

Certainly not.

Certainly not, sir.

Remember, my dear illustrator, as you drag one of Britain's leaders away to jail?

That 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 dirty suit.

Let me see.

I'm afraid I's not to look for another explanation of a missing blood stains.

Holmes, it's really?

Everyone else is 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.

Hey, besides, I've got to stay and lock up.

Then you have to wait till we find the blood stains.

I guess somewhere.

That's why I sent Holmes to my famous benzene peroxide mixture.

And we're on a planet Earth.

That is a tower, or many know something that has blood stains.

We'd be through the towers in the linen a dozen times.

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 will be.

He's linen, which he watches himself.

Is he here on the line?

You don't watch any linen, but you're round, do you guys?

No, Mr. Holmes.

Everything goes out to the laundry.

I watch my own because I'd like to be quick and clean.

Quite a day, I watch moon and easing.

Yes.

The evening's job hasn't been done yet, eh?

No.

This one.

I watch this moon.

It's my tower from this one.

Oh, yeah.

It's my tower.

Watch this moon.

Yes.

But what?

Can't go very well, isn't it?

It's nothing afternoon.

It's about 3.30.

Now it's...

Now after seven o'clock.

Don't you see what's in this tower?

Don't you see?

No.

I don't know.

Mr. Washington, the tower was clean and the whistle.

I'd not dry it.

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 for better's death.

Of course.

Remove the bloodshed.

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

That's why you didn't go for the death until half an hour after

can't worry I died.

Oh, no.

Don't have time to remove the bloodshed.

That's not true.

Besides you can't prove anything.

The tower is clean now.

There are no masks, no stains.

The better fact that there were no stains on it.

Gus first made me suspect you.

A lot of Canterbury was found lying on his back.

And yet when you were informed,

the sea had been stabbed.

You were quite stupid.

It's about the number of times that he'd been stabbed.

But in the back, did he?

Yes.

How did you know that, Gus?

Well, I...

I...

Lift him up.

I... I... I... I... I...

Of course, if you're getting at home.

He couldn't have done that.

No one could have examined the corpse without...

getting blood on the room, sir.

Everyone got a pair to tell us about Canterbury's death.

I wasn't just...

a prophet's 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 have 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 the number of order into this trouble, you?

No matter how thoroughly you try to remove a blood stain,

it will never...

...out...

...can't it possible?

Yes, we only need enough noise in the cloud.

Now I'll drop a few drops of my famous solution onto the spot.

There we are.

Well, all I can see is a lot of spare blood.

Three?

Yes.

It's undoubtedly blood.

Blood?

Yes, the story of Bruce Bigg's proof and fallablay 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.

No, no.

I did not do it.

It was Mr. Canterbury.

He did it.

No, no.

He's not.

There was blood on it.

Let me out of here.

It's not my fault.

I don't want to hurt him.

Come on, come on.

He's running away.

He can't get in the shape.

Well, there he goes down the corner now.

He can't get in the steamer.

Don't worry.

I'll get him.

The steam is picking here.

I can help to see my hand before my face.

It must be in here.

Look under the benches.

What's on?

What's on?

It's the door open.

Let's cover this.

Come out of here.

Will you hide in the door?

Oh, did you hear that?

The door.

Someone dropped the door.

Hey!

Come here.

Let us out.

Let us out here.

We knocked in.

We knocked in my mistake.

No.

You're wrong.

It was no mistake, my friend.

No.

We are here.

We're here, Mr. Canterbury.

No, that's a good voice.

Do you remember that?

Though you were behind this matter too, prevent us.

Perhaps you would like to know why I have to kill Lord Canterbury.

Yes, indeed.

That would be very interesting.

I found it 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.

Where?

What better way to break up an instantian collaboration than by killing one person,

killing the other hand for his mercy?

I'm very ingenious, my friend.

I've pity you for the chosen, for the clumsy tool of justice.

What?

What?

But he forwards cut the yarn, Mr. Hope.

It was just my ill luck that you should be on the premises when they accidently cut.

Thank you for the compliment.

No.

However, it's a mistake which I'm sure Gus will be able to direct about.

Yes.

How?

Very simple.

I have sent him to put more calls on the party.

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.

There comes the steam pouring out of the opening of our head.

Only if we could reach that opening, we could start some of these houses in the pipeline.

Hello for Probe.

Hello for Probe.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Wait.

I have it.

One of the long benches.

I'll stand on the end.

That's a balance.

When I turn on the top, pop up.

Make a noise.

Anything to cover up the moving of the bench?

Very well.

Oh.

It's getting hot.

My auntie.

She's gone far enough week.

She can't stand the noise.

It's getting hot.

I'm going to have a power.

Quick.

My auntie.

Tell the steam off.

You hear my auntie can't you hear?

The heat.

It's becoming unbearable.

It's more powerful.

Is it getting hot enough in there, gentlemen, boil?

I'm sure it is.

Boil of nice and pink.

Boil of steam.

Live steam.

Good bye, Mr. Sherlock.

Oh.

Now what happens?

You can't stand up there all night, Holmes.

Come on, I have to.

First of all, it's too epic.

Then in luck it's booked.

The somewhere comes so great that it may burst the boiler.

That's dangerous.

Building to be known for that.

Because of burst in boilers.

It'll alert you, sir.

One can.

First, it can found it quite a press.

And for my aunties, not too many rooms.

Your aunties and the strongers are boilerplate.

Pressure.

Pressure, my dear Watson.

Measure the square foot of air surface.

Quite a bit of surface to boil up.

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 first do it much.

Pressure.

Ah, my hand.

My hand.

Oh, the door's the door.

And you came through the explosion.

All right, doctor.

Well, I had a nasty crap with homes in the bench fell on men.

Homes had the wind knocked out of them.

But we were in fairly good shape at the time of the public aid.

Pulled it out from the record.

More yard, he wasn't by any chance trapped or killed or something.

Unfortunately, no.

But they found gas, however.

Quite dead.

I suppose the exploding boiler did for him.

No, there was a bullet wound in the back of his head.

I'd all imagined it money out here.

I wanted to make sure that he would never appear in court.

Dr. Feib had 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.

I was together.

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.

I didn't 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.

Dr. Watson.