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The adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

We present the original stories of the late Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,

dramatized a new, with Sir John Gilgood as Sherlock Holmes,

Sir Ralph Richardson as Dr. Watson, and today, Orson Wells as Professor Moriarty.

It is with a heavy heart that I come before you with the last adventure of my friend Sherlock Holmes

that I should be able to relate. I have tried in my humble way to chronicle some of our

exploits together to demonstrate the singular gifts of that most remarkable of name.

It lies with me now to tell you what occurred between Holmes and his arch enemy, Professor Moriarty,

when at last they came face to face. Mr. Sherlock Holmes, your efforts on the side of law and order

seriously inconvenienced me. The situation between us is becoming an impossible one Mr. Holmes.

It simply cannot go on. One or the other of us must die.

Must die Mr. Holmes.

It was in the spring of 1891. You will remember perhaps that after my marriage and returns

to private practice, Holmes and I have drifted apart a little.

I followed the newspaper reports of his cases, of course, and called on him quite often at the

old Holmes in Baker Street. Even so, however, many weeks would sometimes be left between our meetings.

And so it was with some surprise one April evening that I looked up and saw him standing before me

in my study. Good evening, Watson. Oh, good evening, Holmes. Have you a cigarette for me?

How long is it? Great heavens, man. How ill you look.

Oh, that's why I've been using myself up, brother, too freely of late, old friend.

You've no objection if I close your window shutters? No, of course not.

Yep. Get on the freighter anything, are you?

You know, to tell you the truth, I am, brother. But it's not like you, Holmes. What is it?

Air guns. Air guns? What on earth do you mean?

There's a new and deadly type of air gun, Watson, which has been specially designed by

an old acquaintance of ours. Who? What, Professor Moriarty?

They can only be here from your tone? The same.

Imagine, give me a match, will you, my dear fellow? Yes, of course.

Oh, thank you. Is Mrs. Watson at home? I don't know. She's on the visit to an arm.

Oh, good, good. Good, good. That makes it easier for me to propose that you should come away

with me for a few days. Oh, delighted? But where? Oh, the continent. Somewhere broad.

A broad? Yeah, is that whisky in the decanter there? Yeah.

Now, look here, Holmes, what's all this about? There's something more serious in your man.

Now, then you never did quite believe in the enliquities of Moriarty, did you?

Watson, you've said so more than once. I thought you exaggerated a bit after all,

Professor Moriarty's were respectable, figured out in public life. Just so, and that's the very

genius of the man. Even you Watson, knowing me as you do, can't quite believe me when I tell you

that he corrupts all London with his ebony influence. Oh, I can't quite believe that. Oh, of course,

to the world he's still the Professor, the great mathematician. He's respectable. But what rare

proof have you that he's anything else? None. Well, at least, not until this last month,

and even now the chain isn't quite complete. The three days more, and I shall have him Watson,

three days more if I live to see them. You can't seriously suppose that your life's in danger, Holmes?

No. Oh, you always love to be melodramatic. Melodramatic? Listen Watson, this morning. This very

morning, in those old rooms of ours in Baker Street, I saw him face to face. I spoke to him.

Moriarty? Your distinguished Professor, within him a criminal strain of the most

abolical kind. That great white dome of a forehead, those hooded eyes, and a white face pushed

forward, oscillating from sight to sight like a snake. Oh, of course, if you believe the old,

I have to see a physiognomy. And only that, of course not. I've worked for years to follow a

thousand different traits, and every one of them has led to Moriarty. He's an Napoleon of crime,

Watson, the secret organiser of almost everything evil that goes undetected in this great city of ours.

There he sits and motionless like a spider in the center of its web, a web with a thousand strands

that he controls them, everyone. But slowly, very slowly, my own secret plans to expose him

have borne fruit. Every day, mine it is going tighter, and he knows it Watson. He knows the danger

he is in, and that was why today he came to see me. I was playing my violin, as you know I often

do when I want to think, and suddenly there he was, standing in the doorway with his white face swaying

in the evil way, peering at me with his hooded eyes.

Good morning, Professor Moriarty. Good morning to you.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I believe. How very charming do you play?

I kind of you to say so. When you be seated, Professor Moriarty, I can spare you just five minutes.

Sing it if you go to go. Thank you. I will sit down.

May I say something personal, Mr. Holmes? Certainly.

Surprise to discover that you are rather less cranial development than

one might expect it. Well, as you on the contrary, I have rather more than I had imagined,

Professor. You will recollect, I am sure, however, that Beethoven's I did as both.

However, our personal character is just a hardly relevant to the present situation.

What have you really got to say to me? Perhaps I only suggested,

of course, perhaps it is a dangerous habit to finger loaded firearms in the pocket of

one's dressing gun, Mr. Holmes. Ah, evidently, you share that dangerous habit, Professor.

I assume that you'll keep your hand in the pocket of your morning coat.

Supposing we lay out pistols and our cards on the table. By all means, I was about to suggest it

myself. Ah, right. See, you'll say that the Mauser attack, Mr. Holmes, and without a silence,

you must permit me to present you some time with one of these small devices of my own design.

Now quite convenient in avoiding unpleasant noise, you know.

I better kind up your Professor. You must ask the hangman to deliver it to me as your last request.

You evidently don't know me, Mr. Holmes. On the contrary, I think I know you better than

you know yourself. I wouldn't take up your gun again, Professor. I've already got you covered

with mine. So I've received, but I assure you it was only to give a harmless demonstration.

Of the silencer? Of my own smaller accomplishments as a marksman, Mr. Holmes.

I've read it as a counse of Dr. Watson that somehow blows back into it.

I've heard you've heard about any of your both friends of yours with those marks on the wall,

they're made from your indoor revolver practice. Quite so. The initials there,

we are Victoria, Regina, God save our majesty. Now that I see them, it seems that they're not quite

as symmetrical as they might be. At one side of the years, it's a little short, I think.

permit me to correct the slip. Admiral, Professor Mariati,

you were perfectly right, of course. That little mistake has now been rectified.

I'd like I, if I may, to improve upon it. Your bullet mark is perhaps a shade smaller than my own.

Permit me. Admiral, Mr. Holmes. Precisely. Above your own mark, Professor, the exact spot, I think.

No, no, they don't look alarmed. My good land lady is quite accustomed to that noise.

We shall not be disturbed. I'm very glad of it for what I have to say is

not without importance, Mr. Holmes. Show me stuff, I'll say and sing at the beginning.

By all means, if you will permit me first to correct one statement that you made just now.

What is it? With reference to my friend, Dr. Watson.

I am afraid I can hardly permit the adjective, though I know. In his accounts of my humble exploits,

he's been good enough to exaggerate my own achievements and has always been unduly modest about his own.

He is a most upright and honorable gentleman, Professor, and very close to my heart.

You may say what you will about me, but I can allow no derogatory words about him.

Everyone, Mr. Holmes, I apologize. We who are about to die, salute him.

Please do. You are very certain, not true, Professor Mariate, that is his I who I'm going to die.

There is no other course, unless you listen to reason. The situation between us, Mr. Holmes,

is becoming an impossible one. It's if we cannot go on. It won't, I assure you.

For these past few months, I've been working to put an end to it all of the earliest possible moment.

And you have very nearly undone the careful endeavor of a lifetime, sir,

or at least have seriously threatened it. No, no, no, no, don't move.

You're pistol again. I'm only taking out my memorandum book.

I beg your pardon. I find it recorded here and you crossed my path on the 4th of January, Holmes.

On the 23rd, you included me. At the middle of February, I was seriously inconvenienced by you.

The end of March, I was absolutely hampered. And now at the close of April, I find myself placed

in such a position through your continual persecution that I'm in positive danger of losing my

liberty. And up to certain at the end, I had in view, then you must drop it, Mr. Holmes.

You really must, you know. Not till after Monday, Professor, you know as well as I do that you've

made a slip, one single tiny slip. For years, I've been aware of you, Mariate, at the center of your

organization, forgeries, murder cases, robberies. A thousand crimes were planned by you. A hundred

agents carried them out. Your subordinates were caught sometimes, but you never were.

And yet you know you made that slip, that single tiny slip. And you know as well as I do,

that it will destroy you. In three more days, my evidence will be complete. I shall have you exposed,

brought to trial, condemned, and hanged. And you can do nothing whatever to prevent it. My will

is inflexible. And so is my. Three days, do you say? And before that out the end will come.

One or the other of us must die, sir. Quite so. The five minutes is up, Professor, and I'm

really asking to excuse me in the pleasure of our conversation. I'm afraid that I've neglected

business at importance elsewhere. Very well. It seems a pity is, sir. Don't know what I could.

I admit that it's been an intellectual pleasure. I need to see the way in which you grapple to

this affair, but I tell you solemnly, sir, our homes, that if you are clever enough to bring

destruction on me, you may rest assured that I should do as much to you. You have paid

me several compliments during this interview, Professor. Let me pay you one in return when I say

that if I were assured of the former eventuality, I would most cheerfully accept the nether.

I can promise you the one but not the other. Good day, Mr. Holmes. Oh, your pistol, Professor,

you may need it before Monday. Thank you. Good day, Professor. I think goodbye is the word, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Goodbye.

And so it was, you see, what's in that singular interview with the greatest criminal of all time.

And his with the greatest detective. Oh, thank you, my dear fellow. But, but what are you going to do,

Holmes? I told you we leave for the continent. Moriart is not the man to let the grass grander

his feet. Already one or two accidents are nearly performing me today. Oh, for myself.

The police are gathering all my evidence against him. Everything will be complete in three short days.

Meanwhile, I can only lie low. Are you able to leave your practice to come with me?

Well, I have an accommodating neighbor.

Ah, dear Watson, I knew I could count on you. All right then. Now, these are your instructions.

Listen, most carefully. Instruction of Holmes? I assure you that most necessary.

Tomorrow morning at 8.45 you will take a handsome cab.

Are you ready for one to call? No, no, you really must have made it to the letter Watson.

You will leave the house alone tomorrow morning to take neither the first nor the second cab,

which presents itself at the rank. Very well, Holmes. And the address to the cabman,

written on a slip of paper, and tell him not to throw it away. And I drive, I take it to the

toilet station. On the contrary, you drive to the strand end of the louder arcade.

I see. And then have your fare ready and the instant your cab stops.

Pay him and dash through the arcade, timing yourself to reach the other side at exactly a quarter past

nine. Yes, but my dear Holmes. And listen carefully, it's vital. Our lives depend upon it.

When you get there, you'll find a broom, standing close to the curb, driven by a fellow with a

black cloak tipped with red. Say nothing, simply jump in, and he'll drive you to Victoria

in time for the continental express. And where shall I meet you, Holmes? A second coach from

the front of the train, a first-class carriage reserved for us. Good night, Watson,

and as you value our lives, don't forget a single word of my instructions. No, no, no, of course,

not home until we meet tomorrow then. Until we meet.

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I was infected myself with something of his own inner excitement and sense of menace.

I took the handsome and then the brawl with its massive hooded driver. I said nothing to him

as I was instructed and he never spoke to me. A moment later, we were rattling to the station.

There he left me and drove off without a further glance. His face still hidden.

There was no sign of a homes and my heart sank miserably.

I found our reserve carriage, but through some confusion a decrepit old Italian priest

was sitting there. The movers came for departure. Still, I waited by the window in a chill of fear.

School is a senior. Pray, Guru. I'm sorry, Padme. I don't speak Italian, nor do I work.

Oh, go, go, go!

No, come on, man, this is no laughing matter. I'm not yet in way.

There's a spirit. See?

Stop the train!

It's Moriati himself, the tall man! You'll never do it!

Stop the train, I say!

It's the train, I say!

It's the car! It's the car! It's the car!

It's the car! It's the car! It's the car!

Even the great Moriati himself has helped us against the British railway system, Watson.

Well, well, it gives us an hour's respite, at least.

But how did he know where we were by watching you, I expect?

But I did hear the thing you told me.

Wait, Holmes, the drive out of the road.

What about him? He was muffled.

I didn't see his face.

It must have been one of Moriati's men.

Right. Yeah, Watson, it was nothing of a sort.

It was my brother, my craft, shaken for one side of his arm,

charred at the Diogenes Club.

Glory heavens, the thing is serious, then, of course.

But at least we have an hour, and I can use it to take off this disguise and think things over.

But we've escaped in all together, surely, since the train connects with the boat.

My dear fellow, you evidently don't realise even now,

but Moriati is an opponent on practically the same intellectual plane as myself.

Do you really imagine that I, with a pursuer,

I would permit myself to get duttled by such slight obstacles and express train?

What do we do then? What I should do, engage a special.

But if they too late, even then, I know means we stop at Canterbury, don't forget.

And there was always the delay of a quarter of an hour when the train gets to Dover.

Well, so you'd almost think we were the criminals to be chased like this?

You mean that he'll catch us after all of them?

I hope not. We shan't be there, Watson.

Look, look here, Holmes, I hate to grumble after all this time, but really,

I do think you ought to tell me what you mean.

Heaven bless you for a starving, faithful friend, Watson.

I'm sorry. It's only that, well, well, I don't want to expose you to danger too.

That's why I'm being so mysterious.

It's very simple, really. We should just get out at Canterbury.

Indeed. And not go on the continent after all, I suppose.

Yes, we must do that. We'd no choice but to hide away until after Monday,

when the evidence will have been completed.

You've not seen the papers this morning, I suppose.

Oh, early Holmes, what time do you think I've had for that?

One must try to make time for everything, Watson.

You really should have read about Baker Street.

Hm?

What? Baker Street?

Yes, they sat far to our rooms last night.

Mrs. Hudson was away from home, fortunately, and no one was hurt like that to say.

They thought I was there, of course.

For my soul of things intolerable, I guess.

Only till Monday, Watson and I, then we'll be in Switzerland.

We'll make a cross country journey from Canterbury and take the other boat

from New Haven to Diepp.

Unless, of course, one.

Our friend, the professor, deduces, but I would deduce

and gets off at Canterbury himself.

Ah, that would truly be a coup d'etre.

He surely never would.

Well, I rather doubt it.

That our limits, even to his intelligence.

No, no, I think we are safe in our old friend.

And now there's time for a pipe, I fancy.

Won't you join me, Watson?

And thus it befell.

As we hid behind the pile of luggage at Canterbury,

we saw the single carriage of the special gulf thundering past us.

And so we made our way across country, and at last reached Switzerland.

It seems we're heading you with him.

To fill in every detail of the final scene is hardly possible

since there was no witness to it.

Yet, from a certain source that I cannot yet devise,

I do know something of that last encounter.

We wandered at our will through the lovely valley of the room

and made our way by way of interlocking to the little township

of Nirrigan among the Alps.

The fatal Monday came and went.

And yet I was still aware of a strange feeble eye of excitement in my companion.

He was at times feverishly on the alert, then sinking into memory

and would smile strangely to himself.

I went with him on that last day of all,

on a visit to the falls of Reichenbach, forever hallowed and yet cursed in my memory.

It's a fearful place indeed,

with a torrent, plunging far below into a tremendous abyss,

a chasm lined by cold black glistening rock.

High above, a pathways didn't cut in the cliff face to afford a better view,

but at the end, who's abruptly in midair,

and the traveler had to return as he came.

We stood there, giddily and marveling of the great spectacle.

And only instant came a message for me by a village lead

to say that an English lady back at the hotel was seriously ill

and needed my immediate attention.

I turned to go.

I looked back and I saw Holmes leaving against a rock

with his arms folded, gazing down of the rush of the borders.

It was the last time I saw him.

Is that you, Watson?

Back already!

Moriarty.

Where's Sherlock Holmes?

You see, I found you after all.

Under load.

Alone, as indeed you must be too.

Now, if your Confederates are all under lock and key,

I heard from Scotland Yard.

I escaped.

I was too clever for them Holmes.

I don't that is.

But I'm afraid your lot to patience gone, Professor,

with your organization destroyed,

unless you care to return to your mathematics.

It was not my intention.

I have another and more immediate intention, Sherlock Holmes.

Are you prepared?

But before we discuss that, perhaps you

extend me one small cut, is it, Professor?

No, sir, isn't it?

What is it?

My friend Watson, Professor.

No doubt he will be somewhat concerned.

Now, I just take a moment to scribble a note to him.

Certainly.

We can fix the paper beneath my elbow and start there,

as it does not blow away.

They take as long as you wish.

That's very good of you.

Please, don't stop talking, Professor.

I have mastered longer ago the art of writing and conversing at the same time.

Thank you.

You know, of course, that the message would arrive at Dr. Watson as a false one.

Oh, yes, of course, I knew it at once.

And that it could only come from one source.

And yet you let him go?

Yes, Professor, I let him go.

I am offered that some affection for him.

I do not wish to put his life in danger, too.

Besides, I have looked forward for a long time to this final duel between us.

I believe it, Holmes.

You are a very remarkable man.

Many ways.

Many, many ways, sir.

And proud to have known you.

Oh, and are you, Professor?

There, my letter's done, then.

Perhaps you will be kind enough to place it as you suggested.

Now, how shall it be, Moriati?

I did not bring a fiscal home.

Thank you.

Your courtesy puts me to shame, Professor.

There is my crystal.

It goes into the forms.

Hand to hand?

Yes.

Goodbye, Professor Moriati.

Goodbye.

Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes.

The end.

The end.

When I returned to that broken pathway,

it was only too clear what had happened.

It needed no great application of Holmes' own methods of deduction.

Two sets of footsteps to the verge and none returning.

Locked in each other's arms as they fought,

they had gone down to their base.

Only the letter, the last greeting from my friends and comrade,

my dear dear Watson,

he wrote,

my dear dear Watson,

I scribble this through the courtesy of Professor Moriati,

who awaits my convenience for the final discussion of those eternal questions which lie before us.

There can be but one outcome,

although I fear that it is as it cost to true give pain to my friends

and especially my dear Watson to you.

I think, however, that I may go so far as to say that I have not lived entirely in vain,

pray tell Inspector Paterson that the papers which he needs for a full conviction of the Moriati gang

are in Pigeon Hall M.

Before leaving England, I made every disposition of my property and handed it over to my brother,

my craft.

Pray give my affectionate greetings to Mrs. Watson

and remember me as I used to be in our old days at Baker Street.

Pacing to and fro with my violin and driving you to a point of sad distraction

with that theme, you still were good enough to say you loved.

Believe me to be my very dear good fellow, yours must sincerely, Sherlock Holmes.

Yours must sincerely, Sherlock Holmes.

And so he perished, whom I shall ever regard as the best and wisest man that I have ever known.

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Doyle, dramatized anew by John Kierkross, stars Sir John Gilgud as Sherlock Holmes,

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