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Sherlock Holmes - The Bruce Partington Plans

Detective - Sleepy Radio·Mar 23, 2026·27:13

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Capital idea, Watson.

Let us return to our humble abode.

Two to one V-baker.

He's coming.

From London, we present the Bruce Pattington plans.

The play for radio based on the short story by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

The Bruce Pattington plans.

In the third week of November, 1895, a dense yellow fog settled down upon London.

From the Monday to the Thursday, I doubt whether it was ever possible to see from my windows in Baker Street the loom of the opposite houses.

Holmes faced restlessly about our city in a fever of suppressed energy.

Nothing of interest in the table, Watson?

Well, I told you, Holmes, nothing of interest you.

Then the London criminal is certainly a foul teller.

Look out of this window. See how the figures loom up, a dimly seen and then then once more into the tie bag.

A peaceful murderer could roam the London like a tiger in the jungle, unseen until he pulses.

Gavin?

A telegram for you, Mr. Holmes.

By Joe, something of last to break them enough, Nick. Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

Will there be any answers, sir?

No, there's a word for you to reply.

Thank you, sir.

Listen to this, Watson.

Must see you over Codagon West, coming at once.

My crop.

Oh, brother, why not?

Why not?

See, my crop here will be tantamount to meeting at Plan Car in a country lane.

He has his rails and he runs on them. This is well off his track.

You've met him, of course.

Oh, is there any one?

Is there a fair of the Greek interpreter?

Something under government, isn't he?

Occasionally, he is the British government.

My crop draws 450 a year.

Remains of subordinate has no ambitions of any kind.

We'll receive that on an old title that remains the most indispensable man in the country.

Again and again, his word has decided the national policy.

I see.

But he mentions the Codagon West.

I heard it.

Oh, wait a minute, Holmes.

That's the young man found it on the underground on Tuesday morning.

Come in.

Yes, Mrs. Hudson?

Mr. Michael Cove is an insect on the straight, sir.

Oh, come in.

Come in, Michael.

Thank you.

And you, let's say...

Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

You remember my friend Watson, Michael?

Of course. Good morning, Doc.

Good morning, Mr. Holmes.

How are you, Inspector?

Good morning, Doc.

And unexpected pleasure, Michael.

Oh, thanks, Chair.

Do you?

Thank you, Sherlock.

Amazing.

I'm lost here by place.

I would excuse this lake of opening my head.

It's for the powers that we would take no denial.

I'd never seen a prime minister, so I've said.

And here's to the Emperor of here.

With the case of Kadagon West.

Yes, that's what I was to read.

Ah, newspaper, newspaper, newspaper, newspaper,

newspaper, newspaper, newspaper, newspaper, newspaper, newspaper.

The man's name was Arthur Kadagon West.

He was 37, unnerved, and the clock had bullied us a lot.

Ah, how do you be quiet, Sherlock?

West was last seen on Monday night by his fiancée Miss Byles at Westbury.

He left her abruptly in the fog at 730 there evening.

He had no quarrel between them.

And she can give no motives to his action.

The next thing heard of him was that his dead body was discovered just outside

oh, gets patient on the underground system.

But all this was in the newspaper.

Yes, but what is fortunately not emerged is that the richy youth had in his pocket

the plans of the Bruce Tarffington submarine that devilish.

Yes, it's important and highly exaggerated.

The plans have been kept in an elaborate safe and a confidential office

of joining the arsenal.

The office has burglar-proof doors and windows, and under no conceivable circumstances

were the plans to be taken from.

Really?

But if they were found in the dead man's pocket surely that means you've recovered them.

Ten documents are known to be missing from Woolage.

Kadagon West was carrying only seven when he was found.

The three most essential are gone.

So, them finished.

I brought it down one or two facts for you.

The official guardian of the papers is Sir James Walter,

a man whose patriotism is beyond suspicion.

He left the arsenal at three o'clock in Monday afternoon

and was at the house of Edmund Singh, who had in London at home leaving.

The papers were in the safe when Sir James locked it before leading

and the key was never subsequently out of his position.

Has anyone else the key only one?

The senior o'clock and drunks from Sydney, Johnson.

According to his own account, corroborated only by his wife.

He wasn't home the whole of Monday evening and his key never left his watch chain.

And the dead man, Kadagon West.

Ten years in the service, and a good worker.

His duty is brought him into daily contact with the plans.

No one else had the handling of them except Sydney Johnson, who locked him up at night.

Oh, and surely it must be in West himself who took him.

At least, so much unexplained Dr. Watson.

In the first place, why did he take them?

Well, they must be valuable.

He was taking them to London to sell.

But he was carrying them back to Woolwich when he met his death.

Well, he'd take them to be copied by someone, so they'd never been this next day.

Admiral of the deduction, for the London to point out that all get,

where the body was found, is considerably past London Bridge,

which would have been his route to Woolwich.

Perhaps he got arguing with someone else in the compartment and got carried past London Bridge.

They had a fight and the other chucked him out on the line.

Well, suppose the arguments say that Young West had carried these papers to London

to show it to a foreign agent.

He would have made an appointment with his agents and get his evening clear.

If I understand, he was with his fiancé.

And then left us suddenly in the farm.

There's quite so much to homes.

They were on their way to the Woolwich theatre.

Well, Microsoft, your traitor is dead.

And the plans of the Bruce Parkinson's Submarine are presumably on the consulment by now.

What is that for us?

Two acts.

A lot, two acts.

Very well. Come, Watson.

And you'll come with us for all get station two, Lister?

Lister is the home.

I suppose my car.

Oh, no.

The...

The equipment is the home.

I was forgetting.

Very well.

I'll let you have a report before evening.

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This is just where the body lay.

You see, it couldn't afford from above.

They had bent walls.

You could only have come from a train.

And so far we can trace it.

Their train must have crossed about midnight on Monday.

You said the trains had been set for food.

Have any signs of violence come to life?

No.

Have any signs of violence come to life?

Nothing.

Not even a report or a door being found over a train.

Oh!

Heroes, what have you seen?

Points.

The points just along here.

Oh what about them?

We'll show you that aren't many types of points on the space system like this.

I'll show them.

And the curbs!

Two.

Points and the curbs.

Fighting.

What is it, sir?

Home's.

I'm out here, nothing more.

Tell me, it wasn't much blood here when the body was found.

Oddly any.

No external wound.

Oh yes, one big one, but no blood.

And yet one would have been expected some bleeding.

The Strader wouldn't get possible for me to examine the frame,

which is said to have passed this way of midnight on Monday.

The frame of Mr. Holmes.

We gave permission for the frame to be broken up,

and the carriage is put back into service separately.

In that case, Watson, we've done all we can here.

We needn't probably have further to stay.

See some light in the darkness,

but it may possibly flicker out.

Meanwhile, please send to await my return to Baker Street,

a complete list of all foreign spies or international agents

known to be in England with false addresses S-H.

There wasn't.

That'll do.

My father should get it within the hour.

Are we going back to Baker Street now?

No, to Woolage.

I have hold of one idea which may lead us far.

The man in his death elsewhere,

and his body was on the roof of the carriage.

On the roof?

He's in the coincidence that the body is found at the very point

where the frame pitches and sues as it comes round on the points.

He's not at the pace for an object on the roof,

might be expected to fall off.

Show me some idea.

I think he was killed elsewhere because there was no blood

beside the line.

Both facts are suggested to themselves.

Together, they have a cumulative force.

But Holmes just told us make the whole business more of a mystery.

Perhaps, perhaps.

But come along, we withstand this telegram in

and make our way to Woolage.

We have quite a little round of afternoon calls to make,

and I think Sir James Walter,

seems our first solution.

Good afternoon.

We should be grateful if Sir James Walter could stare us a few moments.

Sir James?

Yes.

He passed away this morning.

Great.

Would you kindly tell me how he died?

Perhaps you would care to step in, sir,

and see his brother Colonel Valentine Walter.

Yes.

Yes, we are best of sir.

It was this horrible scandal, Mr Holmes.

My brother was a man of very sensitive honour.

He could not survive such an affair.

He was also proud of his department,

and this was a cracking blow.

It broke his heart.

I quite understand Colonel.

We had hoped that he might have been able to tell us something

which would have helped to clear the matter up.

I'll show you it was as much a mystery to him as it is to all of us.

Can you throw any new light on this affair yourself, Colonel?

I only know.

I've read all her.

My brother had no doubt that Gaduggan West was guilty,

and neither have I.

And our gentleman, I have no desire to be discertious,

but you will appreciate that I have many matters to attend to.

Now, do not distress yourself in this way, please.

But you were the last thus known to have seen your fiancé alive.

And we must love to you for any truth.

I cannot explain it, Mr Holmes.

I haven't chatted nice in the tragedy thinking.

Thinking, thinking, night and day, what the true meaning of it can be.

I also was the most single minded, chivalrous patriotic man on earth.

Was he in need of money?

Not at all doctor. His salary was ample.

We would marry in the new year.

No signs of any mental excitement.

Well, I had a feeling there was something on his mind.

For long?

Well, only for the last week or so.

He was thoughtful and worried.

Once I pressed him about it and he admitted it was something official.

He said, it's too serious for me to speak about, even to you.

Something official?

Did he make any reference to plans to seek treatment?

Well, he did remark how much some people would be glad to pay

to read some of the papers he used in his work.

He said there was a slackness about guarding them,

but it would be easy for a traitor to get them.

I see.

Now, you were on your way to the theatre.

Oh, yes. The fog was so sick that a cab would have been useless

so we were walking.

Our way took us quite close to his office at the Arsenal.

But suddenly he darted away into the fog at...

I waited, but he never returned, so I walked home.

About 12 the next day we heard the terrible news.

Only to homes if you could only, only save his honour.

It was so much to...

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

You wish to see me.

As senior clerk of the Submarine Department, Mr. Jones,

I thought you might be able to enlighten us on this matter.

Oh, it's bad, Mr. Holmes.

Very bad.

The place is disorganized.

The chief dead.

Because back at West did, an out-pipe was served.

Mr. Johnson, I understand that only you and Sir James Walter

had a key to the safe where the secret papers would get.

That is so, and you can take it as gospel, Mr. Holmes...

...that neither of us ever let that key out of our possession.

Then, could I then waste if he is the culprit?

Must have had a duplicate!

Yet none must find on his body.

Another point, Mr. Johnson,

if a clerk in this office decide to sell the plans...

Wouldn't it be simpler to copy them here rather than remove the origin?

than remove the original.

Well, it would take considerable technical knowledge

to copy the plan's property.

But I suppose the James, or West, or you, or had that number.

Now, don't try to bring me into it, Mr. Holmes.

The plans were found on West.

So the wrong thing is, neither do you

should take the original, but you could have made copies.

Every inquiry in this case reveals something inexplicable.

Now, Mr. Johnson, there are three papers still missing.

Do I understand that someone holding these three alone

and without the seven others could construct a Bruce

Partington submarine?

Well, not entirely.

Unless that someone had invented some essential mechanism

for himself, but he'd be able to overcome

the difficulty in time.

So the missing drawings are the three most important?

Oh, undoubtedly.

Are reported to that effect of the arm-rotation, I mean.

Coffee, please, Mrs. Hudson.

For two suffocated wanderers?

Very good, sir.

The fog is still as bad, then.

As dense as ever.

Oh, he has an urgent message brought by hand

a few minutes ago, sir.

Oh, thank you.

I'll fetch the coffee directly.

This investigation, like a fog itself,

every few pieces forward reveals a fresh obstacle ahead.

When you got there, Holmes, my brother,

my craft has been doing his duty.

The list of agents you asked for?

Yes.

Most of them small fry.

I want a bidet.

Ah, but listen.

The only men worth considering are Adolf Meyer, Louis La Raffiaire,

and Hugo Oberstein.

The letter lives a 13-coffee garden's Kensington

and is known to have been in town on Monday.

Have he is now reported as having left?

The cabinet awaits your final report with the utmost anxiety.

The whole force of a state is at your back if you should need it.

I'm afraid that all the Queen's horses and all the Queen's men

can avail little in this matter.

But wait.

What is it?

Things are turning a little in our direction at last.

What's in it?

I do honestly believe I can't pull it off after all.

I don't intend to follow you, Holmes.

I'm going out now.

But why?

Oh, no, no, it's only a reconnaissance.

I sound to any of these serious without my trusted, comrade and biographer at my elbow.

Thank you.

Stay here.

And the odds are that you'll see me again in an hour or two.

It's time for me to say this.

Get full step and then and begin your narrative of how we save the state.

Oh, and long November evening, I waited, filled with impatience for his return.

At last, shortly after 9 o'clock, I arrived a messenger with a note which said,

I'm dining at Goldini's restaurant across the road.

Please come and once and join me there.

Bring where you are, Jimmy, a dark lad, and a chisel and a revolver.

It's each.

I'm going to prepare this cigars when you are here.

What?

Oh, hang on.

Tell us, boys, this is the one we'd expect.

Hang on.

Have you brought the tools?

We are sure.

Well, here I am, and I have a coat.

Nice equipment for respectable citizens in the county, but I've got you to pause.

Oh, sure, here.

Let me give you a short sketch of what I've done with some indication about where I've

been.

Yes, here's carry on.

Now then, it must be evident to you that this young man's body was placed on the roof

of the train.

The east?

It couldn't have been got from the bridge.

I should say impossible.

You'll find that the roof's slightly rounded, and there are no railings on them to keep

anything from falling off.

Yes, but how could he be placed there?

There's only one possible way.

You know that the underground runs clear of tunnels at some points on the west end.

There are.

That some of the first windows immediately overlook the line.

No, that's right.

No.

Supposed to clean halted under such a window, would there be any difficulty in laying a body

on a carriage?

No, but it sounds highly improbable.

When I was told that the leading international agent, who had just left London, lived in

a row of houses, which my knowledge of London's topography reminded me of butts upon the underground,

I was so pleased that you were a little astonished at my sudden frivolity.

Oh, you don't say it.

Hair Hugo Oberstein, a 13-cofield garden, has become my objective.

I've already ascertained not only that the backstair windows in his house open onto

a railway line, but also that under the intersection of one of the larger railways, the underground

trains are frequently held up at that spot.

Plenty of homes, you got it.

We advance, but the goal is distant.

However, the bird has indeed turned no doubt of a continent to dispose of his booty, leaving

the way care for us to pay a visit to his house.

No, why not get a warrant to make it legal?

Hardly, on the evidence.

How then?

Come on.

Let us go.

We'll walk to court your guards, but I beg you not to drop the instruments on the way

once.

Your arrest as a suspicious character would be an apportioned complicity.

Well, he didn't leave a sudden here in his house, here we are once, this is the window

of the house.

Look at these discoloration, blind without a doubt.

This is where they rest in the body.

Quickly, a train's coming, now for a demonstration, up at the window.

Wow, see what happens.

Look, walking, the carried roofs are not four feet from the rest.

What do you think of this thing?

Some masterpiece, you never is no greater height, Holmes.

Oh, I cannot agree.

From the moment I can see the idea of the body being on the roof, all the rest was inevitable.

Oh, you can say so.

But we must get on.

A search of every private paper we can find might turn up something to help us.

No, a cunning, doggies' property's tracks, Watson.

He's left nothing to incriminate it.

Oh, Holmes.

Hmm.

What is it?

Take a look at these.

What do you got?

Oh, tippings from a newspaper egg in a color.

Yes.

Did a telegraph judging by the print of the paper?

Oops, to hear us sooner, terms would be too rightful.

It would rescue on card, Piero.

Matter presses must have draw offer unless conflict completed.

Make a point with my letter, Piero.

And this one says, Monday nights after nine, two taps.

Payment in hard cash when goods delivered, Piero.

Monday night, Holmes.

Monday night, the night of the murder.

With stiffly a dart, Watson.

These tippings are very recent and that one appears to be the last of the secrets.

Piero, eh?

Oberstein's pseudonym for this business I don't have.

Oh, it's only we can find who the message is at four, Holmes.

Well, perhaps it won't be so difficult after all.

I think we might drive around to the offices of the daily telegraph on our way home

and thus bring a good day's work to a conclusion.

Well, Holmes, the Holmes.

It's all right for you breaking into people's houses while they're away.

We can't do these things in the portion now.

Now, wonder you get results of the beyond us.

The results justify the means in other words?

But let's hear what you think about it, chief.

And my question is, what use will you make in the discovery?

Seen today's telegraph.

Oh, no, dear.

Piero has advertised again.

Oh.

Tonight, same aha, same place.

Two taps must vitally important.

Your own safety is distinct.

Piero.

Oh, George, if you answer that, we've got it.

That was my idea when I put it in.

The interdanger to himself will make him certain to obey it.

Brilliant.

So gentlemen, if you will make it quite convenient to come at about eight o'clock to Corfield Gardens,

we might possibly get a little nearer to a solution.

Well, I just as well oversteins and brilliantly decide to come.

I shouldn't have been able to mix it up with his abs.

Keep your voice down once in here.

In a minute, they bring our men.

We've been saying that for three hours, Mr. Holmes.

Something tells me your little skills is allowed.

Not at all, Mr. Stade.

I put same aha in the message.

But that aha could be anything between eight and midnight.

Well, it's going to live now.

There's someone outside the door.

I can see his shadow on the glass.

Oh, still.

Here he comes.

Keep in watch.

Keep the shadow and see nothing.

Very well.

Right, spread it down.

Ah, ah, ah, ah!

Lift that back up.

Yes, my head up, my cross.

Head up.

Great, isn't it?

Look who it is.

Where?

You can write me down an S this time, Watson.

This isn't the bird I was looking for.

We need a sound.

She's curled down in time, Walter.

Younger brothers, Sir James Walter,

the late head of the submarine department.

I demand an explanation.

What is all this?

I can hear the residual oversight.

Everything is known, Colonel Walter.

How an English gentleman could behave in such a manner as beyond my company.

I don't know what you're begging about.

But some reason possibly financial.

You entered into a correspondence with Oberstein.

You no doubt took an impression of your brother's keys.

You went down to the office in the fog on Monday night

and was seen and followed by Yankadagon West.

He saw you steal the Bruce Parkington Plans

and like the good citizen that he was.

He followed you closely in the fog and kept at your heels

until you reached this very house.

Here, he intervened.

And then it was Colonel Walter, but to treason,

you added the more terrible crime of murder.

No, no, I didn't.

I swear I didn't.

Then tell us how Cadagon West met his end,

before you laid his body on the roof of a railway carriage.

I will.

I did the rest.

I confess it.

A stock exchange debt had to be repaid.

I needed the money desperately.

Oberstein offered me five thousand.

It must have saved myself from ruin, don't you see?

But murder.

I'm a innocent of you.

Then what happened?

West already had his suspicion on me.

Yes, he followed me as you described.

But I never knew it.

And that's followed until I was at this very door.

I've given two texts.

And Oberstein had come to the door as arranged.

The young man rushed off and demanded to know

what he was going to do with the pens.

Oberstein just...

Fuck him.

West was dead.

In five minutes.

Well, then what did you do?

Oberstein had this idea about the trains,

porting under his window.

But first he examined the papers I brought.

He said the three of them were essential,

and he must keep them.

You can't keep them, I said.

Everything will be discovered at will age if they don't return.

But he said he must keep them.

They were too technical to copy quickly.

And then he had this idea to put the others

in on West's body,

so that they would certainly be found

on the whole pest when they put down again.

Where is the service line with the papers now?

I don't know.

He...

He says the letters to the...

Or to Lure in Paris will reach me.

Anything else?

There's nothing to tell you.

How would if I could believe me?

I will follow nothing.

He's been my dumb fallen ruin.

Colonel Walter.

It is within your power to ease your conscience

and perhaps your punishment.

It is?

How?

I'm going to place pen and paper for you

and you are going to write at my dictation.

You will be writing to Oberstein Care,

the hotel you live,

to tell him that you've discovered one more document,

which is a vital importance

for the assembly of a Bruce Parkinson's submarine.

For this, you will ask for a further payment

of five hundred pounds.

Oh, I don't understand.

I have finished.

You will not trust the document to the post,

but it would cause too much comment

if you were to go abroad at this time.

Therefore, you will tell Oberstein

that you will expect to be in the smoking room

of the sharing trust hotel at noon on Saturday.

There.

I think that will do very well.

I should be very much surprised

if it doesn't have that charm there.

You know what?

That's quite mustard.

Oh.

It is a matter of history,

that Oberstein did come.

Even to complete the coup

of a life time,

he fell into the trap

and was safely engulfed

for fifteen years in a British prison.

In his trunk,

where found the invaluable Bruce Parkinson's plan.

Some weeks afterwards,

I learned that Holmes had spent a day at Windsor.

When he returned,

with a remarkably fine emerald type in.

When I asked him if he'd bought it,

he answered that it was a prison

from a certain gracious lady,

whose interests he had once been fortunate enough

to carry out a small commission.

That was the Bruce Parkinson's plan

by Michael Hardwick,

based on the short story

by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Sherlock Holmes was played by Carlton Hobbs

and Dr. Watson by Norman Shelley.

Production for the BBC was by Graham Gold.

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