Sherlock Holmes - The Copper Beeches

0:00Who would have been a associate crime with those dear old homes? They always tell me with a certain father. It might believe Watson that the lowest and vileest alleys in London do not present a 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 couple of beaches. It began as 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. Well, it was though I touched bottom of the last two. This note I had this morning marks my zero point identity.

1:02Yeah, 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 should call it hoppers, tenders, malice, I do not inconvenience. But you are faithful. Do I look hunter? Do you know the unread it? Fuck, I. No, the note was written yesterday and it's up until now. Yes, and I have no doubt that is her reason. No, it's a little hunter. But I doubt for very soon be resolved for her unless I much mistaken Mr. Button. Question. 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 the seat. This is my friend from colleague Dr. Watson. How did you do? How do you do Dr. Watson? Wins the home. I think I should explain that I have had a bit strange experience.

2:03And if I have no parents or relatives of any sort, but whom I could ask advice, I thought that the happy 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 had become and I answered the participants that I had no success. Then the little money I 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 wait in an antival. They are 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

3:03and I found that Mr. Stoper was not alone. Ah, that's one will do. I could not ask for anything better, Mr. Stoper. Capital, capital. Sit down, Mr. Stoper please. This is Mr. Blue Carthold. Thank you. You are looking for a situation, Miss? Yes. As governess? Yes. And what salary do you ask? In my last case, with Colonel Stoper's man-rel, I had four pounds a month. Oh, come, come. Sweating, rank, sweating. How could anyone officer fit it full of some to a lady with such attraction and accomplishment? My accomplishment, sir, may be less than you imagine. A little French, a little German, a new six, and a drawing. Now this is all pipe-side depression. The point is, I have with the bearing and the plopment of the lady. There it is, in that shell. If you have not, you are not fit it for the rearing of a child

4:03who may someday say 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, mister? Perhaps, sir. Charming rural place. At the copper beaches, five miles on the far side of Winchester. It is the dearest old country house. And my duty, sir. A one-child, one dear little romper, just six years old. My third duty, sir, ought to take charge of a single child. No, no, no, not for so. Not for so, my dear young lady. Your duty would be, as I am sure, your good sense would suggest, to obey any little command,

5:05provided always that there was such a lady might with propriety obey, and which I, or my wife, my guilt. Your wife? I should be happy to make myself useful, of course. Quite so. We are fatty people, you know. A fatty, but kindhearted. In dress, now, for example, 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 can do it. 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. Give a little fancy of my wife, and made his fancy, so you know, madam, a lady's fancy must be contented.

6:05And so you wouldn't cut your hair? No, sir. I really could not. Very well. And I gave Mr. Barrett best inspector a few more of your young ladies. Very well, Mr. Roolkarten. Mr. Hunter, do you decide on them to be kept upon our books? Oh, if you please. Well, very often, Draver, you've just been to a few of the most excellent offers in this fashion. You could have the expected to exert our serve to find another opening for you. Good day, Mr. Hunter. Yes, come along now. Well, Mr. Herb, when I got back to my lodging, and 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 fad, they were at least ready to pay for their extantricity. But if your governance isn't England, I'll get in a hundred a year.

7:06So I, what use was my hair to me? But the day after next, I had almost overcome my price to go back to the agency when I received this letter from the gentleman himself. Mr. Herb has time to get in the old red. If I write in the copper beach, you ask you whether you have considered your decision. And my wife has been much attracted by my description of you, which is very anxious that you should cut. We are willing to give one hundred and twenty a half a year, and serve to reckon sense for any little inconvenience which are fad and a cause. They are not very exacting of true, and your duties with the child are very light. As a guard, your hair is no doubt a fitting, but times, fair, the times remain firm upon this point. Now do try and come, and I can meet you with the dog car, every day. Thank you for letter, I have just received you from home,

8:08and 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 well, sir. Get it all mean, though. I have no data I cannot tell. Perhaps the son-to-ha has called him to the police. Well, if the old car foreseen a time then, it is not possible that he's a wife, but it is unloomistic. And the position should be taken to an asylum, he's humid her to prevent an outbreak. As matter of stand, that is the most probable solution. But in any case, it doesn't seem to be a very nice house home for young women. That's the money, Mr. Holmes. The money. It's very 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 told you, if I told you the circumstances,

9:08you 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, 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, 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. Rook Arthur, sacrifice my poor hair to light and start the wichester tomorrow. And don't forget at any time they all might a telegram would bring me down here. What? Listen to this, well, he is the black sponsor of the Winchester Midday tomorrow. Do come at my wichester and Hunter. So it's taken me just a fourth night to find she needs my help again. No, look up between the walls. Will you come with me?

10:08I sure do. Capital. Then I suggest we turn in at once. We shall need to be at our best. How much further to go? She's too much. Good. Who would have associated crime with this dear old home city? They always still leave with a certain horror. It might believe Watson founded upon experience I may add that the lowest and the violet alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling of beautiful countryside. Are they fine? If the reason is very obvious, the pressure of public opinion can do in the town what the law can of the country. There is no alley so vile that the scream of a tortured child doesn't forget something to be an indignation among the neighbours and one word of complaint can set the whole machinery of justice going.

11:08No, I don't know. But look at these lonely houses. Each and every tone feels. They're filled for the worst part with horror, England, so to no little of the law. Think of the deeds of the hilly horror. The hidden wickedness which may go on year in year out in such places and normalise that. Have this lady who appeals to us to help conflict in winterstice? I should never have had a fear for her. If the five miles of country the tweed is face to face. So if she can come into winterstice to the meet-up, she has her freedom. So I serve. Can you do the mess? Can you do this no explanation? I have devised certain 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's the car of the vehicle.

12:14I thought he'd leave to come this time, Miss Moury. I thought he'd let you in for what? Kirkland. I thought he'd let us have everything in his due order this time. Well, in the first place, I must say that I have met on the whole no actual ill treatment from Mr. and Mrs. Rookharson. 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. Rookharson met me here and drove me in his dog cart to Copper Beach. I was introduced at even to his wife and child. I gathered up Mr. and Mrs. Rookharson 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. Rookharson, I now know that there was no truth

13:17in our conjecture in our rooms at Baker Street. She is not mad. I found her to be a mere non-entity, as colorless in mind as she is in features. The husband is carried to her, but she seems to have come secret sorrow. The one unpleasant thing about the house, which stuck me at once, was the appearance and manner of the two servants, a man of his wife. Color, that he holds, is a rough uncooked man with a perfected smell of drink. His wife is tall and strong and very sour. And that's the entire house, though? Yes, or except for color. Color? Mr. Rookharson introduced me to him on my first evening, now. Sandra Fryton, he's well tied up. He turned the color, my master. I call him mine, but very old taller, as the only one who can do anything with him.

14:18We feast him once a day, and not too much then, so he's always keen as mustard. Thor lets him loose every night, and heaven helps the trespasser, he lays his fangs into. Oh, and for goodness sake, Miss Hunter, don't you ever, on any pretext, said Thor put over the threshold at night. It is as much as your life is worth, if you do. Very direct warning, you know, idle one adventure. But pay the subject, continue your narrative. For two days after my arrival, my life was very quiet. On the third, Mrs. Rookharson 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.

15:18It is nice of you to stay still. I assure you it has not attracted 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, Addis, who is now in Philadelphia. It will fit you very well. Charming, simple charming. Might have been made to measure, Edda. A perfect fit. I was surprised to see how well it suited me. Perfect. And Miss Hunter, big old enough to take the chair over there, the one with its back to the center window. Ah, splendid. Now they are my dear. You have a staying talk of Miss Hunter for a little while, so we... And they stayed there talking for about an hour, Mr. Holmes. Mr. Rookhaw's a chosen, extremely stunning story.

16:20Still funny that I laughed till I was tired. The odd thing was though, that Mrs. Rookhaw's will never too much have smiled at them. Then her husband suddenly remarked that I am not changed by this, and go about my daily duty. Well, two days later the same thing happened. When it had me laughing help to get his stories for a while, my employer handed me a novel, moved my chair slightly to 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.

17:20Ah. I became confused, with the desire to see what was going on behind my back. Then I had peace out, these me. My hand mirror had been broken, but I can see the 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 although with a little management, to see all of their 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 others, but this one appeared to be looking earnest in my direction. However, when I lowered my handkerchief, I found Mrs. Rookoff'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, sir. Yes, sir, my dear. There's an impersonal seller, a lot of the birds staring at me from the front. Really? A friend of Mrs. Hunter's, no, that.

18:22I know no one in these parts, sir. Dear me, very important, sir. Can't they turn around and wave him away? Like this? Surely it will be better to take you notice. No, no, we should have him right here always. Exactly. It can't be turned around, Mrs. Hunter. And motion him to go away. Very well. Is that all you have to tell us, Mrs. Hunter? Almost all is to home. 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 him, but can't laugh. 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 them around, stashed him to the arms of Mr. Rooker.

19:23So it was you then? Well, I'm still frightened. And what is frightened you, my dear young lady? It's so briefly stealing there. It's so lonely and eerily. 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, sir. It's to keep our people who have no business here. Do you see now? Oh, I'm sure if I have no knowledge. No, then. You know now. And if you ever put your foot over that threshold again, I'll throw you to the last if. Remember that, Miss? After that, I thought I could have fled the house. But I must confess my curiosity remains 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 leave to come here this morning,

20:23but I must get back by three. This room, 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, helping to in-capability. She can do nothing with him. Now, is this a cell over the good strong love? Yes, the wire, you cellar. 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 of the trouble. The blue castles will be out by then? Yes. The tower should still be in cable board. Now, there are only remains Mrs. Taller. If you could send her into the cellar and some errand, and then turn the key on her, you would facilitate that as immensely. I will do it. Excellent. Watson? Yes, her. I trust you have your revolver. Go to hell. There's only one feasible explanation for this business, and it's clear that they're dealing with a very coming man. Better well than this hunter. We shall meet you at the couple of each's at seven o'clock.

21:32Have you managed it? Yes. That Mrs. Taller is something to be let out. Taller is so naughty on the kitchen lad. Here are his keys. Well done. We'll 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 the lock. No sound from inside. I trust they're not too late. Yes. Ah, this is the lock. No one here. Rue castle is justness from his intentions, and carriage is victim of. How? Through that skylight. We consume by that high-medity. Yes. Yes, I can just see the end of the ladder against the ease. But why should he be? I tell you, he's a clever dangerous man. Holmes, someone's coming. Watson, have your pistol ready?

22:36Sir, I've got you, have I? Kill him. Where's your daughter? It's just for me to ask you that, you thieves? Spies and thieves? You? I don't have my power. I'll serve you. He comes with the dog. I am a robot. We better get downstairs and curse the dog. I'll serve you. He comes with the dog. I am a robot. We better get downstairs and curse the dog. Great, have mercy, buddy. Quick, give Watson to him. Go in the finish that blue sky. You are. Come, give Watson to him. Go in the finish that blue sky. You are. Come, give Watson to him. Well, look out who will live, but in return. Let us hear about Mrs. Taller, here, to tell us. It's clear to me that she knows more about the net of an anyone else. I've done so before now, but it's got out of that cellar.

23:38Oh, Mrs. Taller, I didn't know what you was planning. I told you you were waiting 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 were a further 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 sea-shary gentleman. She met the friend, tell. And Rookhouse will object to the association. And it wasn't just that, sir. You see, Miss Ali, had a lot of money of her own by her mother's will. And as soon as the 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 that remains. Rookhouse, like presumed, took to this system of imprisonment. Yes, sir. Do you mean that Alice never went to Feverdampia? Mr. Rookhouse, a kitchen laptop in that room.

24:38Yes, and had the ingenious idea of bringing you down from London to a personaker. To give the watching Mr. Taller the impression that she no longer wished to encourage her. The last arm of these occasions was to convey the appearance that you remained in good spirit and was under no compulsion of restraint. But then where is Alice now? I presume Mr. Taller, being as fussabier as a good seam, should be succeeded by certain arguments in convincing that lady that I interest for the same as his. Mr. Taller was a very conspoken free-handed gentleman. Precisely. And in this way, he managed that your good men should have no want of drink, and that the lader should be ready at the moment for your master and Golnar. He suspected something and came back, like us, he was too late for his daughter. But what's wrong? Then the hunter, here comes the lady. I presume it to be Mrs. Rookhouse. Our local stand-by now is rather a questionable one. I think we better make our way back to Winchester and say goodbye to the copper beaches forever.

25:44Ah! Ah! 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.