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A pair of parsnay.

They were found in the dead man's right hand.

There can be no question that he snatched them

from the face of the assassin.

They are still there, did?

They tell you anything, huh?

Inspector, you have your notebook, of course.

Pay take it out and write as I big plate.

Wanted.

A woman of good dress, a tar like a lady.

She has a remarkably thick nose.

She has a puckered forehead, a peering expression,

and probably round its shoulders.

My Georgia's mouth is incredible.

The great mind of my friend Sherlock Holmes

never ceased to amaze me.

My name is Watson, Dr. Watson.

And I was privileged to share the adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

Now, let me locate the exact page.

And I will tell you about the case of the golden parsnay.

A moment please.

I think that all the cases which fill three massive volumes

containing our work for the early 1994,

the case which is the most conducive to disfell those peculiar

powers which we've been to him most famous,

was that of the golden parsnay.

Well, Holmes, how does Inspector Stanley Hopkins

foresee you?

Ah, Hopkins, come in my dear, sir.

Dear Mr. Holmes, it must be something important.

This has brought you out in such a gale.

It is indeed, Mr. Holmes.

Did you see anything of the noxley case in the latest editions?

I've seen nothing later than the 15th century today.

Let us hear about it.

As many years ago, this country house,

the old place was taken by an elderly man named Professor

Korum.

He was the invalid, giving to his bear out the time.

He has the reputation down there of being the very learned man.

He probably didn't necessarily about a year ago

to engage a secretary.

The first two that he tried by, not successes,

but the third, Mr. Willoughby Smith.

The very young man's made from university.

He seemed to be just what his employer wanted.

I've seen his test of aeronials from the first.

He was a decent, wild, hard-working villain.

He got nothing against him at all.

And yet, this is the lad who has met his death this morning

in the Professor's study.

I take you to again to tell us he's been murdered.

The circumstances can point only to that.

I see.

Well, you'd better tell us a little more about the household

to begin with.

Well, if you were to search all England,

I don't suppose you'd find a house no more self-contained

or free from outside influences.

The professor was buried in his work, young Smith,

and you, nobody in the neighborhood.

And the two women had nothing to take them from the house,

although the garden gave us only 100 yards

from the main London to Chattam Road.

Yeah, just among these two women.

Who are they?

Well, there's an elderly housekeeper, Mrs. Marker,

and a maid, Susan Tarleton.

I see.

This Susan Tarleton was the only person who

was saying a thing positive about the matter.

What's going on here?

Between 11 and 12.

I was hanging some curtains in the upstairs front bedroom, sir.

Where was the professor at this time?

Oh, professor Kauron was still in bed.

When the weather's bad, he hardly ever gets up before midday.

Where, sir?

I heard Mr. Willow-Bissmith pass along the passage

and go down to the study just for all

where I was working.

A minute or so later, there was a dreadful cry.

There's nothing.

Just fire.

What do you do?

Professor, I run downstairs to the study, and there he was,

stretched out on the floor.

He seemed to be dead, but then he opened his eyes,

and I spoke to him.

He said, the professor, it was she.

You mean he, sure, it was professor.

It was she.

No, sir.

Just like I told you, the professor, it was she.

What do you want to know?

Did you know there was anything else at all?

I saw the knife, sir.

Look, the one you've got there.

It used to be on the professor's desk.

It was lying on the floor.

Thank you, Susan.

Now, Mrs. Marker.

Yes, sir?

You came on the scene, too, I believe.

But I wasn't in time to hear him speak, sir.

He was dead when I come.

What did you do?

Well, I left Susan with him, and I run up to the professor's room.

He was sitting up in bed.

Very upset, you well, sir.

Oh, yes, something terrible.

Well, he heard something going on.

Mr. Smith's screaming, and he knew something awful had happened.

So, what he said to me to tell the guard

now to go for the police, of course.

Local police said, why have something done?

I was down there in a jeepy.

I go strict orders for no one to walk on the paths,

reading to the house, or move anything inside.

I don't mind saying it was a splendid chance

of putting your theories into practice, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

There was really nothing wanting about this case.

Except Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Well, what sort of a job did you make of it?

The question I asked myself was, how did the murderer

get into the house and out again?

In a train, it must have been by the path

in the garden door.

Otherwise, Susan would have run into him

as she came downstairs.

So, I directed my attention to the garden path.

There'd been plenty of rain before the time of the murder.

Then as you certainly be signs of any footmarks.

And where the?

There were no footmarks on the path.

So, I next examined the corridor.

It's lined with coconut matting,

and it's taken no impression of any time.

It's brought me into the study itself.

It's a scout to be found in his room

that main article is a large writing table with a fixed bureau.

The drawers of the bureau were open.

But the cupboard between them locked.

Had it, it had been tellfied with nothing.

The professor assured me that nothing was missing.

As to the body of the young man, will I be smith?

The stab was on the right side of the neck and from behind.

So, it's almost impossible that it could have been self-inflicted.

Is that any more evidence of this?

It is.

Something most important.

Yes?

What do you want there?

A pair of passamay.

They were found in the dead man's right hand.

They weren't here, he had excellent sight.

There can be no question that he snatched them

from the face of the assassin.

May I see them, did?

Ah, they're cute.

Mmm, they're handsome.

Solid go.

I'll just try them on.

Oh, do you have the extraordinary?

Do they tell you anything home?

A great deal.

Inspector, you had your notebook, of course.

Yes, then pay take it out and write as I dictate.

Very well, sir.

I'm ready.

Write down one thing.

A woman of good address, a child like a lady.

She has a remarkably thick nose with eyes

which are set close upon either side of it.

She has a pocket for it, appearing expression

and probably rounded shoulders.

There are indications that she has had recourse

to an optician at least twice during the last few months.

As her glasses are of remarkable strength

and as opticians are not very numerous,

there should be no difficulty in tracing her.

My Georgia's mouth is incredible.

But meanwhile, have you only more to tell us about the case?

Nothing stones.

I think you know as much as I do now.

Probably more.

It seems such a point to describe.

That's what beats me.

No one has suggested a dose to promote you.

I suppose you can't, Mr. Holmes.

There, I'm not in a position to help you.

But I suppose you want us to come out tomorrow.

Please, not ask you too much.

There's a train from Channing Cross to Chatham

at six in the morning, which will be a joxly old place

between eight and nine.

Then we shall take it.

Well, it's nearly one hour, and we'd best get a few hours sleep.

I don't stay here, Inspector.

There's even men in on the sofa in front of the farm.

Well, that's a very good idea.

And I light my spirit lamp and give you

a cup of coffee before this time.

Oh, no!

Yes, it's special, right, Doctor?

Eh, very well, the wind's caught.

That's a relief.

Morning, sir.

No.

Any news?

No, sir. Nothing.

No reports of any strange air seen about.

No, sir.

I've just been asking you again at the railway station.

You inquired of the news and lodgings?

There's no one who can't be a candidate for it, sir.

It's only a reason to walk to Chatham.

Anyone could stay there without being noticed.

You're right, Colonel, wasn't it?

There you go, sir.

This is me, Mr. Garshan.

Oh, Mr. Garshan.

Oh, yes, I see.

Hmm.

Someone has passed along here.

Hmm.

My lady must have picked her stitch carefully.

Then she'd have let the pack on the path on one hand

or the soft flour bed on the other.

Yeah, she must have been a cool customer.

You say she must have come back this way as well.

There's no other way.

Hmm.

It was a very remarkable performance.

Very remarkable.

Well, I think they'd exhausted the path.

Let us now go indoors to the sea of the fine.

The position is this.

The garden door is usually kept open,

so the lady had nothing to do but walk in.

The idea of murder was not in her mind.

Or she'd have provided herself for the weapon

instead of having to pick up the knife

from this striking table here.

She came along the corridor,

leaving no traces upon the coconut messy.

Then she found herself in this study.

What does she do?

She goes over to the writing table.

Hmm.

What for?

Not the living of the drawers, but nothing is missing.

No.

It was for something in this bureau.

No.

What's this scratch beside the keyhole?

Why didn't you tell me of this?

I came for...

I noticed it, Mr. Holmes, but you always find scratches

right at the keyhole?

What's it?

Just give this to Mrs. Marker.

Welcome.

This scratch is a recent hopkin.

Quite recent.

See how the brass shines where it's cut?

Look through my lens.

Yes, I see what you mean.

An old scratch would be the same color as the surface.

Yes, sir.

Here's Mrs. Marker.

Oh, Mrs. Marker.

Did you dust this bureau yesterday morning?

Yes, sir.

Did you notice this scratch?

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

Oh, no.

That wasn't there.

Mr. Day, I'm sure of that.

Ah.

Who is the key of this bureau?

The Professor Pete.

He's on his watch chain.

I see.

I understand that this passage connected with the professor's

room and the Galvin door.

That's right, sir.

There are no other doors of it.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Marker.

That is all.

Thank you, sir.

Making any progress, Mr. Holmes.

Certainly.

This is what I see.

The lady enters the room, advances to the bureau, and either

opens it or tries to do so.

While she is thus engaged, young will a bit Smith comes in.

In her heart it will withdraw.

The key she makes this scratcher from the door.

Smith sees it, sir.

And she snitches up the nearest object which happens to be the

life to spike it in and make him let go of his own.

The blow is a fatal one.

She escapes either with or without the object from which he's

come.

That seems fair enough.

And now it's time we made the acquaintance of the professor.

Yes, certainly.

Oh, sir, the college author, his room is also lined with

coconuts, Matthew.

This is very important indeed.

I don't think I understand.

You don't see any bearing upon the case?

Well, well, I don't exist.

No doubt I'm wrong.

Now come and introduce me to the case.

Please excuse the atmosphere, gentlemen.

I fear I am a slave to tobacco.

Are you a smoker, Mr. Holmes?

Yes indeed.

Then I'll pray.

Take a cigarette.

Oh, thank you.

Dr. Watson.

Thank you.

No.

I have them specially prepared by Ionides of Alexandria.

He sends me a thousand at a time.

But I agree to say I have to arrange for a fresh supply.

Every four.

You knew.

Very bad I admit.

A little man has few pleasures and tobacco and my work.

But now, not only tobacco and us, water,

vital interaction to my work.

Maybe, maybe very subject.

It is an analysis of the documents found

in the Coptic monasteries of Syria and Egypt.

It is a work which will cut deep at the very foundations

of revealed religion.

Really?

But we have proceed.

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I think so terrible happening to the young men.

What do you think of the better, Mr. Holmes?

I've not yet made up my mind.

I shall indeed be indebted to you if you cannot throw a light

where all is so dark, to a poor bookworm in the leader,

like myself, as such a blow is paralyzing.

But you are a man of action and we are fortunate indeed

in having you at our side.

Oh, but do take another cigarette.

And there be you.

You are even the quickest worker.

But I am myself.

I am a colonist, sir.

And these are excellent cigarettes.

A professor column.

Well, what do you imagine this porcelain

meant by his last words, the professor?

It was she.

Oh, Mr. Holmes, a armate, Susan, a simple girl.

I fancy the porcelain moments, I mean, coherent,

the various words.

And she twisted them into this meaningless message.

The eyeglasses.

Where did they come from?

Oh, Inspector, you're aware that lovedotans

may take a strange shape.

A fan, a glove, a pair, but that's made.

Tell me, Professor Columpt, what is in the cover

of the bureau in your study?

Oh, nothing for a thief, a family, papers,

a diplomas from universities that have honored me.

I think there is the key.

Oh, he looks very tough.

Oh, well, no, I hardly think he could help me.

No, here is your key, Professor.

Thank you.

I promise you shall not be disturbed again

until two o'clock.

I shall come again there, if I may, and report

anything which may have happened in the year four.

Oh, by, by or means, by yourself.

Oh, you take a few of these cigarettes with you,

where?

Oh, thank you very much, sir.

Well, hello, have you a clue?

Yes, what are you thinking, Mr. Holmes?

It depends upon those cigarette-sized metrics.

Perhaps I'm up to them to take on the cigarettes, sir.

The cigarettes?

I've never seen you smoke so much in my life.

Except your pipe is good.

And I hope I shall never have to again, Watson.

Yeah, comes for good, Mrs. Marker.

Is there any person to give us a few minutes

and start this conversation?

Mrs. Marker?

Yes, Mr. Holmes?

I've been wanting to congratulate you on the way

you keep up the first.

Oh, sir.

No, I was just saying as much to my friend.

Wasn't I?

Oh, yes, yes.

I like how I'm in the world.

Very good of you, sir.

I'm sure.

It must be especially difficult for me, Professor Spirking,

as much as he does.

You know, Ash, all over the place and so forth.

Oh, she was quite right, sir.

Does it, does it never affect his health?

His health?

Oh, well, that I can't say, sir.

But he's appetite.

Surely.

Such head is smokey must kill the appetite.

Well, he is variable about how much he eats.

I'll say that.

I should think, sir.

This morning, for instance,

I'll wage a heat of no breakfast.

And he'll certainly face no lunch.

After all, the cigarettes I saw him consume.

Ah, well, you're out there, sir.

Oh.

And, huh?

He had a specially big breakfast this morning.

I don't know when I've known him take a bitter one.

You don't, sir.

And he's ordered a good dish of cuplets for his lunch.

Mind you, I'm surprised, sir.

After I saw Mr. Smith lying on that floor yesterday,

I've hardly been able to look at food myself.

Would you certainly surprise me, Mrs. Parker,

that if you were a special lunch

into prepare, we mustn't keep your husband's face?

No, sir.

I was beginning a long night.

Good day, gentlemen.

Good day, Mrs. Parker.

Good day, gentlemen.

Holmes, you're working something up.

I know the signs.

Am I what?

Well, at two o'clock, we shall return

to our friend, the professor,

and see where my chain of reasoning is taking us.

Very punctual indeed, gentlemen.

And now, Mr. Holmes, I'm sure you're looking forward

to a few more of my cigarettes.

It's very kind of you, Professor Gold.

Not at all, sir.

Here, take the chain and tell me.

Oh, oh, I do beg your pardon, ma'am.

It is my own tongues in this sir's heart.

I don't have to beg your pardon.

No, no, no, no.

It was my fault, sir.

I insist that there will be some of the even wronged

as far as the bookcase of the corner.

Oh, there.

I think we have them.

Yes, I think everything cleared up now.

Oh, you shouldn't have troubled Mr. Holmes.

But tell me now, have you solved this mystery of ours yet?

Yes.

I've faulted it.

You solved it, Mr. Holmes?

Indeed.

By firmly about it, the garden?

No.

Here?

Here?

When?

This instant.

You are joking, surely, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Professor Corham, what your motives are

or what exact part you play in the strange business

are not yet able to say.

In a few minutes, I shall probably hear it from your own lips.

Meanwhile, I will reconstruct what is passed

so that you may know the information which I still require.

As you wish, yesterday a lady entered your study

with the intention of possessing Professor

for certain documents from your bureau.

She had a key of her own.

You gave me an opportunity of examining yours

and I do not find on it that slight discoloration,

which the scratch would have produced.

You were not an accessory, therefore,

and she evidently came without your knowledge to rob you.

This is most interesting and instructive.

But surely, having traced this lady so far,

you can also say, what has become of her?

I will endeavour to do so.

In the first place, she was seized by your secretary

and stabbed him in order to escape.

This catastrophe I am inclined to regard as an unhappy accident.

Horrified by what she had done,

she rushed wildly away from the sea.

Unfortunately, she had lost her glasses in the scuffle

and as she was extremely short-sighted,

she was really helpless but up.

She ran down a corridor, which she imagined to be that

by which she'd come.

Both were lined with cold-blooded marriage and too late.

Realised that she had taken the wrong one.

She couldn't go back, she must go on.

She pushed open her door and turned herself in your room.

Oh, very fine, Mr. Holmes.

But there is one little flaw in a splendid theory.

I was myself in my room.

I am aware of that, Professor Korum.

And you need to say that I could lie in bed

and not be aware that a woman had entered my room.

I never said so.

You were aware of it.

You recognised that.

You needed her to escape.

You are mad.

Mad, I helped her to escape.

But thank you.

Really she is now.

She is there behind that bookcase in the corner.

You are right.

You are quite right.

I am here.

I arrest you in the queen's name

for the murder of Willoughby Smith.

And I warn you that anything...

No, sir, I am your prisoner.

I could hear everything as I know that you have learned the truth.

It was I who killed that young man.

Then you realised.

But you are right.

You, sir, who say that it was an accident.

I just don't even know that I heard a knife in my hand.

In my despair, I snatched the nearest thing from the table

and struck at him to make him let me go.

I am sure that is the truth.

Here, she better sit down with him.

She looks ill.

Thank you, I have only a little time here.

And I must tell you the whole truth.

Can I know you take this job?

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

And this man's wife.

He is not an Englishman.

He is Irishman.

I will not tell you his name.

I wonder why you think so hard to that wretched life of yours I gave.

It has brought no good to anyone.

Least of all yourself.

Railer, let us hear what you have to say.

I was a foolish girl.

When I married this old man in Russia,

we were reformers, revolutionaries.

Then came a time of trouble.

A police officer was killed.

And in all of the cities, all night.

I heard a great reward.

My husband betrayed his companions.

And me with a bomb among our comets.

I was one.

I had to say.

He was noble, unselfish, loving.

Everything my husband was not.

He hated violence.

He was forever writing to dissuade me from it.

My husband found the lit.

Which would have saved that man.

And me from Siberia.

He is the man.

So we were convicted.

Hey.

I was at least not long ago.

But Alexey is still a convict and a soft mind.

Think of that.

You all did it.

And I could have killed you in this room.

But that's bad.

You were always noble.

I came to this country with the object of getting those letters.

Which would set Alexey free.

I knew you would never give them to me, Sergey.

So I engaged a private spender who came here as a secretary.

He found where the papers were.

Get them, got an impression of the tea.

Then you would go no further and get here.

I took my college and both hands and came to get the papers

were right still.

I succeeded.

But that was a cost.

The dying man's words were the professor.

It was she.

Do I understand then that Smith knew who you were?

By its chance, I admit it.

Near the gate that morning.

And I asked him where the professor called him.

They did exactly in his last breath.

And the professor said to the professor that it was she.

But she will be a judge.

It was a cost for me to let me finish quickly.

After I had killed the young man, I ran blindly into this room.

My husband's stock of giving me up.

I threatened that if he did, I should give him away

to our party as a painter.

For every reason, and for no other, he let me hide.

In that process behind the bookcase by anyone approach.

He was able to give me half of his own will.

But when the police left off, I should sleep away by night.

And come back no more.

Gentlemen.

Here, here are the letters we'll receive.

And they say, I don't find them to your own judgment.

And to your love for justice.

Before leaving my hiding place.

I have taken place.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

A simple case, my dear Watson,

and yet in some ways an instructive one.

It changed from the outset of all the prisoners.

Without them, I'm not sure that we could ever reach that solution.

But it was what was already about the footmarks on the grass birds.

When Hopkins here asked me to believe that the intruder

had lost her powerful eyeglasses, could escape out of the way she had come,

treading carefully along a narrow grass strick.

I said it down as impossible.

I was forced to consider the hypothesis that she had remained within the house.

On perceiving the similarity of the two corridors,

it became clear that she must have entered the professor's room

for those no other hiding place for her.

The divisible recess behind the bookcase is a common one in her own libraries.

By the prospect of great thunder, there's excellent cigarettes.

And I dropped the ash all over the floor in front of the bookcase.

When we had ascertained that the professor's consumption of food had increased,

we returned to his room whereby, by upsetting the cigarette box,

I obtained an excellent view of the floor.

So you were able to see from places in the ash.

But she had come out very quickly while we were absent.

Yes.

Remarkable hopes.

Ah, but here we are at sharing class.

Well, Hopkins, I congratulate you on having brought your case to a successful conclusion.

You are going to be our builder.

That's right.

Watson.

I think you and I will drive together to the Russian Embassy.

We have a small castle.

But the case of the golden passenger was one of the Sherlock Holmes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

My name in real life is Norman Gellie.

My friend Carlton Hobbs paid Sherlock Holmes, and I was Dr. Watson.

And our script for this BBC production from London was by Michael Haldey.

You don't seem to see so many passengers there.

You know, eyeglasses that keep on your nose.

But I hope we will be seeing each other about again soon for more of the adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

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