Sherlock Holmes - The Copper Beeches

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Who would ever assist you in crime with those dear old homesteads?

They always tell me with a certain horror. It might believe Watson that the lowest and

violent alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the

smiling of beautiful countryside. No man you were 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 looks as though I touched the bottom of my life too.

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

Yeah read it.

I must have heard that very anxious consultuous to whether I should or should not accept

the situation has been offered to me as governor. I shall call it hoppers 10 tomorrow if I do

it inconvenience you your faithfully.

Violet Hunter, have you known young ladies?

Fuck I know the note was written yesterday and it's hoppers 10 now.

Yes and I have no doubt that is her reason for a little help.

But I'll do it 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.

Say take a seat.

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

How do you do Dr. Watson?

When's the home?

I think I should explain that I have had a very strange experience and 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.

The 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 because and I answered the participants that I had no success.

Then the little money I'd paid 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, Ms. Stoper, sits in her own little office and the lady who are seeking employment

wait in an angle.

They're shown in one by one and Ms. 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 Ms. Stoper

was not alone.

Ah, this one will do, I could not ask for anything better Ms. Stoper.

Capital, capital.

Sit down Ms. Hunter please.

This is Mr. Blue Carthold.

Thank you.

You are looking for a situation with?

Yes.

As governess?

Yes.

And what's that ready do you ask?

In my last days with Colonel Stoper's money I had two pounds of money.

Oh come come.

Sweating, rank sweating.

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

My accomplishment certainly be less than you imagine.

A little French, a little German, music and drawing.

Now this is all type of side depression.

The point is I have the bearing and the profit of a 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 please dig it?

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 lister?

A half shell, 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 year though.

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.

Your duty would be as I am sure your good sense would suggest to obey

any little commands, provided always that there was such a lady might with propriety obey,

and which I or my wife and my skill.

Your wife?

I should be happy to make myself useful of course.

Quite so, we are fatty people you know, 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 would say it is quite essential.

Give a little fancy of my wife and made dispenses, you know madam.

A lady dispenses must be consulted.

And so you wouldn't cut your hair.

No sir, I really could not.

Very well.

And I kept my stoper head best inspector few more of your young lady.

Very well Mr. Rulkowski.

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

If you please.

Well, there it seems, Robert.

You're just into a few of the most excellent authors in this fashion.

You can have the expected to exert our serves to find another opening for you.

Good day, Ms. Hunter.

Yes, have a long 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 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.

This time, what use was my hair to me?

By 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 and his time they get in the old red,

they write in the copper beaches to ask you whether you have lead considered your decision.

And my wife has been much affected 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 to recognize for any little inconvenience which are bad, they cause.

They are very exacting of true,

and your duties with the child are very light.

As regards your hair, there is no doubt of fitting,

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

Now do try and come, try to meet you with the dog's heart every day.

That is the letter I have just received for home,

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 home 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, it will mean no.

I have no data I cannot tell.

Perhaps this hunter has found some of these.

Well, Mr. O'Calfel seemed a kind man.

It is not possible that he's a wife, but he's unloonetic,

and the profusion should be taken to an asylum,

he's humid her to prevent an outbreak.

As matters stand, that is the most probable situation.

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.

Oh, 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

promises to be the most interesting

that it will come my way for some month.

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

what danger do you foresee?

If it ceased to be a danger, if we could define it.

Well, now that I have spoken to you,

I shall write to Mr. O'Calfel,

sacrifice my poor hair to night

and start the winchest of tomorrow.

And don't forget, at any time,

day or night, a telegram would bring me down here.

What? Listen to this.

Well, V is B at Black Spawn Hotel,

winchest of 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.

No, look up between the walls.

Will you come with me?

I sure do.

Capital.

Then I suggest we turn in her once.

We shall need to deal our best to the world.

Come at further, girl.

Good.

Good.

Good.

Who would ever assist you in crime

when there's your old homesteads?

They always still need with a certain horror.

It might be Lee Watson,

founded upon experience I may add,

that the lowest and vileest alleys in London

do not present a more dreadful record of sin

than thus the smiling and beautiful countryside.

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 alleys so vile

that the scream of a tortured child

doesn't begin to get something

to be an indignation among the neighbours.

And one word of complaint

can set the whole machinery of justice going.

No, for whom?

But look at these lonely houses.

Each in its own field.

They're filled for the worst type of horror

England, so to no little of the law.

Think of the deeds that kill each of us.

The hidden wickedness which may go on year

and year out in such places

and not the wisest.

Have this lady who appeals to us

to help conquer it in which time

I should never have had a fear for her.

Now it's the five miles of country

that we face with this.

Still, if she can come into the windows of the meters

she has her freedom.

Right, sir?

Shand of the mess.

Do you guess 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 not find waiting for us at the next one?

Ah, there's the dials at the vehicle.

I thought you'd leave the time this morning.

I'll be looking you for what, turquoise.

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 for Mr. and Mrs. O'Carcer.

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. O'Carcer met me here

and drove me in his dog cart to Copper Beach.

Yes.

I was introduced at ease into his wife and child.

I gather that Mr. and Mrs. O'Carcer

have been married about seven years.

He was a widower and he's only child

by his first wife with 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. O'Carcer,

I now know that there was no truth in our conjecture.

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It's a room that begs a speech.

She is not mad.

I found it to be a mere non-entity.

It's colorless in mind that she isn't featured.

The husband is carried to her.

But she seems to have some secret sorrow.

So?

The one unpleasant thing about the house,

which stuck me at once,

was the appearance and manner of the true servant,

a man and his wife.

Color, as he calls,

is a rough, uncouth man with a perfectful 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. Rookhaster introduced me to him on my first evening, man.

Tanger frightened.

He's well tied up.

It's only color, my master.

But I call him mine, but rarely old taller,

because the only one who can do anything with him.

We feast him once a day, not too much then,

so he's always keen as mustard.

So, I let him loose every night,

and heaven help the trespasser hileys 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.

But pay Miss Hunter continue your narrative.

For two days after my arrival, my life was very quiet.

On the third, Mrs. Rookhaster came down just after breakfast,

and whispered in her heart from the ear.

Ah, 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 should fit you very well.

Charlie, simply charming.

Might have been made to measure, Aida.

A perfect fit.

I was surprised to see how well it suited me.

Perfect.

And I must hand us a big word enough to take the chair over there,

the one with its back to the center window.

Ah, blend it.

Now they're my dear.

You ever stay and talk with Miss Hunter for a little while, shall we?

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

Mr. Rookhorst told some extremely funny stories.

So funny that I laughed that I was tired.

The odd thing was though, that Mrs. Rookhorst will never too much have 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 helped to save 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.

But 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 time not to miss anything of importance.

You can imagine how curious I became as to the meaning of the six-fold in my performance.

For one thing, I noticed that they were always very careful to turn my face away from the window.

I became confused 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 construed 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 was able with a little management to see all of there was behind me.

That was the bread.

There was a man standing outside in the Southampton road.

He was sore, and he had a beard.

There were several others, but this one appeared to be looking earnestly in my direction.

However, when I lowered my handkerchief, I found Mrs. Rukossel'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.

Just a moment, my dear, there's an impertinent fellow out on the road,

bearing up with Mrs. Hunter.

Really? A friend of Mrs. Hunter said that.

I know no one in these parts of her.

Tell me, a very important thing.

Find it turn around and wave him away, like this.

Surely it will be better to take you notice.

No, we should have him right here always.

A kindly turn around Mrs. Hunter, and motion him to go away.

Very well.

Is that all you have to tell us, Miss 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 a line.

Two of them were open.

The central one was closed and filled with an iron bar and padlock.

My nerves failed me suddenly.

I turned the ramp,

stosting to 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 early.

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 out people who have no business here.

Do you see now?

Oh, 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 if.

Remember that, Miss?

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 leads to come here this morning,

but I must get that by three.

This room, this is Rooker's last visit early this evening,

and I have to look after the child.

That is well.

What about colour in this one?

I have no idea.

What about colour in this one?

I heard his wife telling Mrs. Rooker that he's drunk and

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 Rooker's will be out by then?

Yes.

Yes, and colour should still be in capable.

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 matters 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 the dealing would have been coming now.

Better well than this hunter.

We shall meet you at the couple of each's at seven o'clock.

Have you managed it?

Yes.

That Mrs. Taller is something to be let out.

Taller is so naughty on the kitchen.

Here are his keys.

Well done.

If you doubt, lead the way, and we shall soon see the end of this black business.

This is the lock, Watson.

Now, one of these keys must set the lock.

No sound inside.

I trust they're not too late.

Ah, this is the lock.

There's no one here.

Rue castle is justness on his intentions and carries his victim off.

How?

Through that skylight.

We can soon find out how he merited.

Yes.

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

It's the ease.

But why should he?

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?

Kill him.

Where's your daughter?

Just for me to ask you, that's your thieves.

Spies and thieves.

You?

I don't have my power.

I'll serve you.

He comes for the dog.

I am my lover.

I have to get downstairs and curse the dog.

Great evidence, buddy.

Quickly, Watson.

Go in and finish that proof.

Right.

Something's wrong there.

Well, Lucas will live, but in return.

Let us hear what Mrs. Tuller has to tell us.

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

I've done so before now, but it's got out of that stellar.

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

I told you you were waiting your time.

But how could I know?

Very, Mrs. Tuller, 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.

What's it, Miss Alice?

After he married again.

You will refer to Rukar's own daughter.

Yes, sir.

She wasn't happy.

But things never got real bad for her.

So she took up with Mr. Tuller.

Mr. Tuller?

The C-Sherry gentleman.

She met the friend Tuller.

And Rukar's will objected to the association.

We wasn't just that, sir.

You see, Miss Alice had a lot of money of her own.

By her mother's will.

And I think the chance for her husband coming forward.

Mr. Rukar's will 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.

Rukar's life assumed took to this system of imprisonment.

Yes, sir.

Do you mean that Alice never went to Philadelphia?

But Mr. Rukar's will kept her locked up in that room.

Yes, and had the ingenious idea of bringing you down to London to impersonator.

To give the watchiness to Father the Impression that she no longer wished for.

The laughter on 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. Pala, being a speciabary as a good seaman should be succeeded by certain arguments.

In convincing that lady that I entrust for the same as his.

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

Precisely.

And in this way, he managed that your good men should have no want of peace.

And that the ladder should be ready at the moment for your master and daughter.

He suspected something and came back.

Like us, he was too late for his daughter.

But what's wrong?

Mr. Hunter, here comes the lady.

I presume it to be Mrs. Rukar's.

Our Lucas stand by now is rather a questionable one.

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

The case of the copper beaker 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 Dr. Watson.

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

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