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What was the subject to exclusions in more terms of life?

Once I'm only offered.

Who would ever assist your crime with those dear old homes?

They always tell me with a certain far out.

It might believe Watson that the lowest and violet alleys in London do not present the

more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling of beautiful countryside.

No man knew of the hidden face of crime better than my friend Sherlock Holmes.

My name is Dr. Watson and it was my privilege to share the adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

I will tell you about the case of the copper beaches.

It began so often with a letter.

It made Holmes wonder laugh at first, but soon he was to take it seriously and you will see why it's just a moment.

This note I had this morning marks my zero point identity.

Read it.

I must have heard that very anxious consult was to whether I should or should not accept the situation

which has been offered to me as governor.

I shall call it hoppers 10 tomorrow if I do not inconvenience.

Do you all speak for me?

Violet Hunter.

Did you know the young lady?

No, the note was written yesterday and it's hoppers 10 now.

Yes, and I have no doubt that is her reason.

No, no, no, no, no.

But I doubt forbid it will be resolved for her unless I much mistaken Mr. Butler.

You will excuse my problem, you I hope Mr. Holmes.

I should be happy to do anything I can to serve you Mr. Hunter.

Please take a seat.

This is my friend and colleague Dr. Watson. How'd you do?

How'd you do Dr. Watson?

When's the home?

I think I should explain that I have had a bit strange experience.

And if I had no parents or relatives of any sort but whom I could ask advice,

I thought that they had you would be kind enough to tell me what I should do.

A strange experience?

I have been a governess for five years but my employer recently took an appointment abroad

and I found myself without a situation.

I advertised and I answered the participants that I had no success.

Then the little money I'd saved began to run short.

I was at my wit then what to do.

There is a well known agency for governesses in the West End called Westways.

Now used to call there about once a week.

The manager, Mr. Stoper, sits in her own little office

and the lady who are seeking employment's weight in an angle.

They're shown in one by one and Mr. Stoper consults her ledges

and sees whether she has anything to suit them.

Well, when I called last week I was shown into the office as usual

but I found that Mr. Stoper was not alone.

Ah, this one will do.

I could not ask for anything better, Mr. Stoper.

Capital, capital.

Sit down, Mr. Stoper please.

This is Mr. Wu, capital.

Thank you.

You are looking for a situation, Miss?

Yes.

As governess?

Yes.

And what salary do you ask?

In my office, with Colonel Stoper's money rose, I had four pounds a month.

Oh, come, come.

Sweating, rank, sweating.

How could anyone offer so pitiful a sum to a lady with such attraction and accomplishment?

All right.

My accomplishment turned maybe less than you imagined.

A little French, a little German.

Music and drawing.

Now this is all type of side depression.

The point is, I have with the bearing and deployment of the lady.

There it is in that shell.

If you have not, you are not fitted for the rearing of a child

who may someday play a considerable part in the history of the country.

But if you have, well, then how could any gentleman ask you to condescend

to accept anything under free stinger?

Your salary with me, madam, would commence at a hundred pounds a year.

It is also my custom to advance to my young ladies half their salary beforehand,

so they may meet in a little expenses of their journey and their wardrobe.

May I ask, where are you live, sir?

I have, sir.

Charming rural place.

At the copper beaches, five miles on the far side of Winchester.

It's the dearest old country house.

And my duty, sir.

A one-child, one dear little romper, just six years old.

My third duty, then, ought to take charge of a single child.

No, no, no. Not for so.

Not for so, my dear young lady.

My duty would be, as I'm sure, your good sense would suggest,

to obey in a little command,

provided always that there were such as a lady might with propriety obey,

and which I, on my wife, my skill.

Your wife?

I should be happy to make myself useful, of course.

Quite so. We are fatty people, you know?

A fatty, but kindhearted.

If you were asked to wear any dress, which we might give you,

you would not object to our little film.

Why? No, sir.

Or to sit here.

Or sit there.

That would not be offensive to you.

No.

Or to cut your long hair quite short before you came to us.

My hair?

Oh, no, sir. It was not my hair.

I'm afraid that is quite impossible.

Well, I'm afraid it's quite essential.

This is a little fancy of my wife,

and lady's fancy, so you know madam,

a lady's fancy must be a consultant.

And so you wouldn't cut your hair?

No, sir. I really could not.

Very well.

And I kept my sofa head best in speck a few more of your young ladies.

Very well, Mr. Rulkowski.

Miss Hunter, do you decide on them to be kept upon our books?

Oh, if you please.

Well, very expensive.

You used to listen to a few of the most excellent offers in this fashion.

You could have the expected to exert ourselves

to find another opening for you.

Good day, Miss Hunter.

Yes, come along now.

Well, Mr. Holmes, when I got back to my lodging,

I found little enough in the cupboard

and two or three bills on the table.

I began to ask myself whether I had not done a foolish thing.

After all, if these people had strange thoughts,

they were at least ready to pay for their eccentricity,

but if you govern us as an England,

I'll get in a hunger the year.

Besides, what use was my hair to me?

But the day after next,

I had almost overcome my pride

to go back to the agency

when I received this letter

from the gentleman himself.

Mr. Holmes has kindly given me all the rest

that I write on the copper beaches

to ask you whether you have considered your decision.

And my wife has been unattractive by my description of you,

which is very anxious, but you should cut.

We are willing to give one hundred and twenty parts a year

and serve as a reference for any little inconvenience

which are bad, and a cause.

They are not very exact enough true,

and your duties with the child are very light.

As regards your hair,

there's no doubt of fitting,

but I am afraid the times remain firm upon this point.

Now do try and come,

as I can meet you with the dog's heart every day.

That is the letter I have just received for Holmes,

and my mind has made up that I will accept.

But I thought that before taking the final step,

I should like to submit the whole matter to your consideration.

I confess it is not the situation

which I should like to see as this to remind the plightful.

Very much so, my dear.

Can it all mean, Holmes?

I have no data I cannot tell.

Perhaps this hunter has problems on the field.

Well, it's too much hard for seeing the kind man.

It is not possible.

The future wife is unloonistic,

and the profession should be taken to an asylum.

She's human, her, to prevent an outbreak.

As matters stand, that is the most probable solution.

But in any case, it doesn't seem to be a very nice asylum for young lady.

That's the money, Mr. Holmes.

The money.

It's too good.

That's what makes me uneasy.

There must be some strong reason for offering you 120 pounds

and they could have that big for 40.

I feel that too.

So I thought, if I told you the circumstances,

you would understand afterwards if I wanted your help.

I should feel so much stronger if I felt that you were at the back of me.

Oh, you may carry that feeling away with you.

I assure you that your little problem

probably seems to be the most interesting

that has come my way for some month.

Now, if you should find yourself in doubt or danger.

Danger?

What danger do you foresee?

It would cease to be a danger if we could define it.

Well, now that I have spoken to you,

I shall write to Mr. O'Carta,

sacrifice my poor hair to night

and start the reaches of tomorrow.

And don't forget at any time,

they all night, a telegram would bring me down here.

What?

Listen to this.

Well, V is B at Black Spawn Hotel,

which is the midday tomorrow.

Do come at my witch's end, Hunter.

So it's taken me just a fourth night

to find she needs my help again.

Now, look up between the walls.

Will you come with me?

I shall do.

Capital.

Then I suggest we turn in her once.

We shall need to deal our best to the wall.

Come up further, girl.

Here.

Here.

Here.

Good.

Good.

Good.

Who would ever associate crime

with this Gerald Holmes stitch?

They always still leave with a certain horror.

It might believe Watson found it upon experience

I may add that the lowest and biased

alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin

than does the smiling of beautiful countryside.

Are you fine?

If the reason is very obvious,

the pressure of public opinion can do in the town

what the law cannot accomplish.

There is no alleys so vile

that the scream of a tortured child

doesn't forget some sympathy and indignation among the neighbors

and one word of complaint

can set the whole machinery of justice going.

No, for whom?

The luck of these lonely houses

to each in its own field.

They are filled for the worst part with poor England

so to no little of the law.

Think of the deeds that kill each of them

for the hidden wickedness

which may go on year-in-year

out in such places and non-lawiser.

Have this lady who appeals to us

to help conquer it in which

I should never have had a fear for her.

If the five miles have come to the tween

in the face of this.

Still, if she can,

come into windows of the meters

she has her freedom.

Right, sir?

Stand in the mess.

Do you see there's no explanation?

I have devised seven separate explanations.

Each of them would cover the facts as far as we know them

for which of them is correct

and only be determined

for the fresh information

that we shall never find waiting for us

to the next one.

Ah!

There is the dawn of the disease.

I thought you'd leave to come this time this morning.

Okay, little new for what?

Kirkland.

Okay, let us have everything

in its due order, this hunter.

Well, in the first place,

I must say that I have met on the whole

no actual ill-treatment

from Mr. and Mrs. Rookhawson.

But I'm not easy in my mind about them.

I can't understand them.

What can you not understand?

The reason for their conduct.

But you shall have it just as it occurred.

When I came down,

Mr. Rookhawson met me here

and drove me in his dog cart to Copper Beach.

Yes.

I was introduced and eaten to his wife and child.

I gather that Mr. and Mrs. Rookhawson

has been married about seven years.

He was a widower.

And his only child by his first wife was a daughter,

who is now in Philadelphia.

As she couldn't have been less than 20,

I can quite imagine that her position must have been uncomfortable

with her father's young new wife.

Yes, indeed.

As for Mrs. Rookhawson,

I now know that there was no truth in our conjecture

in your room that Baker Street.

She is not mad.

I found her to be a mere non-entity,

of colorless in mind as she isn't featured.

The husband is carried to her,

but she seems to have come secret sorrow.

So?

The one unpleasant thing about the house,

which struck me at once,

was the appearance and manner of the concerned,

a man of his wife.

Taller, as he calls,

is a rough, uncouth man

with a perpetual smell of drink.

His wife is tall and strong and very sour.

And that's the entire household?

Yes, or except for colorless.

Colorless?

Mr. Rookhawson introduced me to him

on my first evening, now.

Henry Brighton.

He's well tied up.

He turned into color, my master.

But I call him mine, but very old Taller,

I guess the only one who can do anything with him.

We feast him once a day,

and not too much then,

so he's always keen as mustard.

Taller lets him loose every night,

and heaven help the trespasser he lays his fangs into.

Oh, and for goodness sake, Miss Hunter,

don't you ever on any pretext

that you're put over the threshold at night?

It is as much as your life is worth,

if you do.

Very direct warning, you know,

idle but not empty.

Very much Hunter, continue your narrative.

For two days after my arrival,

my life was very quiet.

On the third,

Mrs. Newcastle came down to us after breakfast,

and whispered in her heart from the ear.

I yes to be sure.

And Miss Hunter,

and my wife reminds me to say how much we are obliged

to you for falling in with our winds so far as to cut your hair.

And the effect is charming, my dear.

It is nice of you to say so.

I assure you,

it has not detracted the tiniest diota from your appearance.

And now we shall see how a change of dress will become you.

If you will kindly go up to your room,

you will find one laid out ready on your bed.

It belongs to my dear daughter, Alice,

who's now in Philadelphia.

It will fit you very well.

Charlie, can you play Charlie?

You might have been made to measure,

Aida.

A perfect fit.

I was surprised to see how well it suited me.

Perfect.

And I, Miss Hunter,

be good enough to take the chair over there.

The one with its back to the center window.

Ah, splendid.

Now there, my dear.

You have the same talk with Miss Hunter for a little while.

And they stayed there talking for about an hour, Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Rookhorso told some extremely funny stories.

So funny that I laughed until I was tired.

The odd thing was though,

that Mrs. Rookhorso never too much smiled at them.

Then, her husband suddenly remarked

that I'm not changed by this,

and all about my daily duty.

Well, two days later, the same thing happened.

When it had me laughing help to save his stories for a while,

my employer handed me a novel,

moved my chair flat with one side,

and asked me to read to him.

I read for about ten minutes,

and then suddenly in the middle of a sentence,

he ordered me to stop,

and go and change my dress.

Well, I hope, Mr. Holmes,

you don't find my story too practical.

I'm glad of the full details,

whether they seem to you to be relevant or not.

But I shall try not to miss anything of importance.

You can imagine how curious I became

as to the meaning of this extraordinary performance.

For one thing,

I noticed that they were always very careful

to turn my face away from the window.

I became consumed with the desire to see

what was going on behind my back.

Then, a happy thought seized me.

My hand mirror had been broken,

but I can see a small piece of the glass

in my handkerchief court.

On the next occasion,

in the midst of the laughter,

I put my handkerchief up to my eyes,

and were able with a little management

to see all of there was behind me.

That was the bed.

There was a man standing outside

in the Southampton road.

He was sore, but he had a beard.

There were several avid,

but this man appeared to be looking

earnest in my direction.

However, when I lowered my handkerchief,

I found Mrs. Newcastle's eyes

also fixed on me.

She said nothing,

but I'm convinced that she knew

I have a mirror in my hand.

She rose at once.

Yes, hello.

Yes, hello, my dear.

There has been a person who fell

a lot on the verge

bearing up at Mrs. Hunter.

Really?

A friend of Mrs. Hunter said that.

I know no one in these parts of her.

Tell me,

how very important it is.

Find it, turn around and wave them away,

like this.

Surely it will be better to take you notice.

No.

No, we should have him right here always.

Exactly.

I kindly turn around Mrs. Hunter

and motion him to go away.

Very well.

Is that all you have to tell us,

Mrs. Hunter?

Almost all, Mr. Holmes.

I have noticed that one wing

of the copper beaches

appeared to be quite uninhabited.

Oh.

When I saw Thomas come from there,

yesterday,

and forget to take the key

after the partition door,

I slipped in,

quickly enough.

I found a little passage

with three doors in the line.

Two of them would open.

The central one was closed

and filled with an iron bar

and padlock.

My nerves failed me suddenly.

I turned the ramp

just into the arms of Mr. Rooker.

So it was you then?

Well, I'm still frightened.

And what is frightened you, my dear young lady?

It's so briefly still in there.

It's so lonely and eerie.

Only that?

Why?

What do you mean?

Why do you imagine I locked the door to this wing?

What?

I'm sure I don't know that.

It's to keep our people

who have no business here.

Do you see now?

Oh, what?

I'm sure if I have no knowledge.

Well then,

you know now.

And if you ever put your foot

over that threshold again,

I'll throw you to the last tip.

Remember that, Mrs.

After that,

I suppose I could have fled the house.

But I must confess,

my curiosity

remained as strong as my fear.

By the time I had sent you a wire

to home,

I felt much easier.

I had no difficulty getting

near to come here this morning,

but I must get that by three.

Mr. and Mrs. Rooker

are going on a visit early this evening,

and I have to look after the child.

That is well.

What about Connor and his wife?

I heard his wife telling Mrs. Rooker

that he's bouncing

self into incapability.

She can do nothing with him.

Careful.

Now, he's going to sell

over the good strong love.

Yes.

The wine seller.

Do you think you could perform one more feat?

I will try.

Dr. Watson and I will be at the couple

of each's by seven o'clock.

The blue castles will be out by then?

Yes.

Yes.

The dollar should still be incapable.

Now, they only remain Mrs. Tallah.

If you could send her into the sell-outs,

and then turn the key on her,

you would facilitate that as immensely.

I will do it.

Excellent.

Watson.

Yes, sir?

I trust you have your revolver.

Go to hell.

There's only one feasible explanation for this business,

and it's clear that her dealing with a very coming male.

Better well than this hunter.

We shall meet you at the couple of each's

at seven o'clock.

Have you managed it?

Yes.

Mrs. Tallah is something to be let out.

Tallah is so naughty on the kitchen.

Here are his keys.

Well done.

Don't leave the way, and we shall soon

see the end of this black business.

This is the lock, Watson.

Now, one of these keys must be locked.

No sound from inside.

I trust they're not too late.

Ah, this is the lock.

No one here.

Rue castle is justness, hunter's intentions,

and carriage is victim of.

How?

Through that skylight.

We can soon find that high humidity.

Yes.

Yes, I can just see the end of the ladder.

It's these.

Why should he leave?

I tell you, he's a clever dangerous man.

Holmes, someone's coming.

Watson, have your pistol ready?

Sir, I've caught you.

Have I?

Where's your daughter?

Just for me to ask you that, you thieves?

Spies and thieves?

You?

I don't have my power.

I'll serve you.

He can't put the door.

I have my rubber.

We better get downstairs and close the door.

Great evidence, buddy.

Quick, give Watson to him.

Go in and finish that proof.

I...

Something's wrong there.

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Well, Rookhouse will live, but then read.

They'll let us hear what Mrs. Taller has to tell us.

It's clear to me that she knows more about this matter than anyone else.

I don't say before now, but it's got out of that cellar.

Oh, Mrs. Taller, I didn't know what you was planning.

Although I told you, you're wasting your time.

But how could I know?

Very, Mrs. Taller.

Let us hear it.

There are several points on which I must confess I'm still in the dark.

Well, she was never happy at home, wasn't she, Sally?

After he married again.

You will refer to Rookhouse will do her.

Yes, sir.

She wasn't happy.

But things never got real bad for her, till she took up with Mr. Taller.

Mr. Taller?

A C-Sherry gentleman.

She met the friend teller.

And Rookhouse will object to the association.

Well, it wasn't just that, sir.

You see, Mrs. Ali took a lot of money of her own.

By her mother's will.

And that seems to be a chance for her husband coming forward.

Mr. Rookhouse wants her to sign a paper, giving him control of the money,

whether she married or not.

When she wouldn't, he kept at her so much that she talked about running away.

Ah, then I think I can deduce all the remains.

Rookhouse, like presume, took to this system of imprisonment.

Yes, sir.

Do you mean that Alice never went to Philadelphia?

But Mr. Rookhouse will kept her locked up in that room.

Yes.

And had the ingenious idea of bringing you down from London to impersonator.

To give the watching Mr. Taller the impression that she no longer wished to encourage her.

The lockdown, these occasions, was to convey the appearance that she remained in good spirit

and was under no compulsion of restraint.

But then, where is Alice now?

I presume, Mr. Taller, being as plus a bearing as a good seam,

and should be succeeded by certain arguments in convincing that lady that I interest for the same as he is.

Mr. Taller was a very conspicuous and free-handed gentleman.

Precisely.

And in this way, he managed that your good men should have no want to drink,

and that a lad I should be ready at the moment when your master is gone now.

He suspected something and came back.

Like us, he was too late for his daughter.

But what's wrong with Mr. Hunter?

Here comes the lady.

I presume it to be Mrs. Rookhouse.

Our Lucas stand by now is rather a questionable one.

I think we'd better make our way back to Winchester and say goodbye to the copper beaches forever.

The case of the copper beaches was one of the stories of Sherlock Holmes by the Arthur Conan Doyle.

My name is Norman Shelley.

My friend Carlton Hobbs played Sherlock Holmes, and I was docked to Watson.

The script for this BBC production from London was by Michael Hartley.

I look forward to the pleasure of your company again soon.

For more of the adventures of Sherlock Holmes.