Sherlock Holmes - The Greek Interpreter

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Shami.

Shami.

Capable, my dear Watson.

This is returned to our humble other.

Um, two to one, we make a seat.

Please carry on.

From London, we present the Greek interpreter.

A Sherlock Holmes story by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Grammarized for radio by Michael Hartwick.

The Greek interpreter.

Of course, I quite agree with your Holmes.

Any individual owes a great deal of his gift, if he has any, to his ancestry.

It will heredity.

To what about your own case?

My case, Watson?

From all you ever tell me, it seems obvious that your remarkable faculties of observation and deduction.

Come, Holmes and Talia, from your own systematic training.

You didn't inherit them.

Now, now, did you?

To some extent, yes, I think so.

Oh, my ancestors were country squirers.

They led months of the same life as the rest of their class.

But remember what's in my grandmother was the sister of their native French artist?

What's that got to do with it?

Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest form.

Agreed.

But what makes you think that in your case, it is the country for such unusual gifts?

Because my brother, my brother, possesses them too.

Your brother?

Yes.

Holmes, in all the time we've known one another, this is the first mention you've ever made of having a brother.

Really?

Perhaps I should have referred to him before.

Oh, so I ever get used to your words.

I guess so.

Oh, yes, my craft has my gift.

In fact, to a greater degree.

I think as well the first time I've heard you beaten modus.

Not at all.

Nothing was further from my intention.

I cannot agree with those who ranked modesty amongst the virtues.

When I said that my craft has better powers of observation than I,

you may take it that I'm speaking the exact and literal truth.

It's also true that he has neither the energy nor the ambition to use them in the way I do.

Merge it.

Is he your junior?

Certainly as my senior.

How comes he's the one who never hears anything about him?

He's very well known in his own circle.

Well, in?

Well, in his club, for example.

Oh, look here, just six o'clock now.

My clock's always there from a quarter to five to twenty to eight.

If you'd care for a stroll this beautiful evening, what's now?

They're very happy to introduce you.

Why?

We may have these in each of our homes.

Just let me ring for our boots and I'm ready right away.

Ah, my dear Watson.

This is my brother, my craft.

My craft.

My friend and associate Dr. Watson.

Delighted to meet you, sir.

And I'm glad to meet you, Dr. Watson.

I hear of Sherlock everywhere since you became his chronic girlfriend.

Oh, you're too kind.

Well, now, and it is all have a seat by the window.

Yes.

Delighted.

If you do anyone who wishes to study then kind, this is the spot.

Ah, it's suddenly a splendid view of the street.

Yes.

Look at the magnificent types in it.

They look there.

Those two men coming along now.

You mean the billionaire Marker and the other?

Billion Marker?

How can you tell that?

Look at the chalk marks on his waist, they're fucking.

Of course.

Oh.

Hmm.

An old soldier too, I believe.

Really now, you know, this is too much.

Surely Watson, it isn't hard to say that a man with that bearing and expressive authorities

are soldier.

Well.

By the way, Sherlock, I've heard something quite after your own heart.

Oh?

Yes, quite a singular problem's done my way.

My dear, my craft, I've been delighted to hear it.

Because I've just scribbled a note for the pauser.

Yes.

He's so good as to touch that bell, Dr. Watson.

Yes.

Is this won't take a moment?

Yes.

They give this to Mr. Mealess, please.

Yes.

He's just in the lobby now, sir.

Good.

I've asked Mr. Mealess to step in here.

He's a Greek by extraction.

It lodges on the floor above me, but I only know him slightly.

They understand he's a remarkable linguist.

He earns his living by interpreting in the law courts,

and acting as a guide to wealthier orientals.

Yes.

And here he is, Mr. Mealess.

I'm going to be able to step in, my dear son.

It is my pleasure, sir.

Allow me to introduce my celebration brother, Mr. Sherlock Holmes,

and his associates, Dr. Watson.

How do you do, Mr. Holmes?

Well, let's be true.

My dear Mr. Holmes, I cannot say how delighted I am to meet you.

And you too, Dr. Watson.

I am honored, gentlemen.

Honored.

Your eyes are, Mr. Mealess.

My brother was beginning to tell us about a most singular problem,

when he posed to summon you.

And I can only assume that you are in some way concerned.

Ah, yes, yes.

Alas.

If you wish to submit the details to me,

I shall be ready to have a listen to them.

Tell you the truth, Mr. Holmes.

I believe I shall be able to rest much more easily

after telling this strange tale to you and Dr. Watson.

Then I am all attention.

This is Wednesday evening.

Well, then, it was on Monday night that all this happened.

Perhaps, Mr. Microphomes has told you,

I am an intern.

Yes, I am often sent for strange hours on behalf of foreigners

who get into difficulties.

So I was not very surprised on Monday night

when a very fashionably dressed young man came up to my room.

Mr. Mealess, my name is Latimer.

I have had a rather unexpected visit from a Greek gentleman

with whose firm I have some business dealings.

Oh, sure.

Well, the trouble is, he can't speak anything but Greek.

Oh, yes.

Well, it's a bit late, I realise.

Well, he's a complete stranger to London,

and I must do what I can for and straight away,

fix him up with a hotel for tonight and so on.

So I took the liberty of coming to see if you'd help at all.

Well, of course.

Oh, but tell me, Mr. Latimer, have you or your friend with you now?

Well, no, actually.

Silly of me, I suppose, but when he was pretty tired

and I left him at my place without thinking,

really, I just jumped into a cabin, came here.

Oh, but it's only the send of kinsings,

and then I wondered if I could impose on you

to come back with me.

Well, suppose.

The cabs outside, it's not far at all.

Very well then, Mr. Latimer.

I should be very pleased to help you.

Or perhaps you will help yourself to one of the cigarettes

while I put on my things.

You were lucky, I think, to find a vehicle as pleasant as this

for your errand, Mr. Latimer.

Yes, these old four wheelers getting the faded of the edges

to give me them sooner than a hand for many times.

I like some privacy when I talk to them.

Very convenient at times.

Oh, but look, look, our cabbie has made some mistake.

He must, no, this is not the way the kinsing told me.

I think he has misheard your directions, Mr. Latimer.

I'm afraid he hasn't.

What are you doing?

Oh, why are you drawing the blinds?

Mr. Latimer, what is the meaning of this?

I'm sorry to cut off your view, Mr. Miller.

The fact is we're not going to kinsings,

and then I prefer you not to know where we are going.

Oh, damn you, sir.

I insist on leaving this carriage at once.

Just down, Mr. Miller.

I have a life observer here, and I shan't hesitate to use it

if you cry out or try anything on it.

Do you think you can do this?

Remember, Mr. Miller, no one knows you are here.

This cabbie will ask no questions,

but you're in here or in the place I'm taking you

to your equally in my tower.

You understand?

I understand.

And sit still, keep quiet and remember

that no harm will come to you if you continue to do everything I say.

We drove on like that for something like two hours, Mr. Holmes.

It was ten minutes to nine by my watch

when we came to a standstill.

I was hurried out of the carriage

and threw a low arch door way with a lamp burning above it,

had a very impression of lawn and trees on each side,

and then I was inside the house.

I was shown straight into a room.

There was a middle-aged man with glasses,

sitting in a velvet chair.

He turned towards us as I was brought into the room.

Ah, Harold, is this the gentleman, Mr. Miller?

Yes.

Well done, well done.

No, he'll well, Mr. Miller,

I hope that we just couldn't get on without you.

If you deal fair with us, you'll not regret it.

But if you try anything,

I protest most strongly against this illegal detention.

The police shall know of it, I warn you.

What we ask of you is simplicity itself.

We want you to ask a few questions of a Greek gentleman

who is visiting us and tell us his answers.

Harold, perhaps you'd ask the gentleman to step in here.

Very good.

Well, nothing's sinister in that, Mr. Miller, Sita.

Then why this disgraceful conduct towards me?

Answer that, sir.

Regret it, sir.

Regret it.

Now, let us look at it this way.

You were ready enough to accept the evening's commission

in return for your usual fee.

You will have your fee, Mr. Miller, and double.

You will carry out your commission in exchange.

You will then be taken back to London.

Well, very well.

I am here.

I will do as you ask.

So long as it occurs with my normal services,

there's nothing more though.

You will understand.

Agreed.

Ah, and now there will be no more waste of time.

Here is Harold with us.

Yes.

At that moment, Mr. Holmes, the other man Latimer came back.

He was leading a gentleman wearing some sort of loose dressing gown.

As this man came slowly forward into the dim circle of light,

I was horrified at his appearance.

He was deadly pale and emaciated.

He had the protruding eyes of one whose spirit is greater than his strength.

But what shocked me more than anything else?

There was a great pad of sticking plaster over his mouth.

Again?

Yes.

Again.

I see.

Pregnant in you, Mr. Miller, the younger man gave him a chair

and then put his slit and a slit pencil into his head.

Then the older one gave me questions to ask him,

and he was to write the answers on the slit.

Can you remember the very words blended?

But I must first tell you something, Mr. Holmes.

As I was about to begin, a happy thought came to me.

He asked, as the other two men in the room obviously knew nothing of the great language,

I decided that I would be quite safe in interpreting questions of my own

among those I was directed to ask.

And by this means, I might be able to find out who the captive was

and why he was there.

And I might even have been able to help him.

Capital!

Capital!

Am I not?

I knew you'd be pleased by that, Sherlock.

Mr. Miller is an invaluable witness.

He is indeed.

Let us proceed, Mr. Miller.

You were to ask questions, he was to write the answers.

I will try to give you the digits of the interview,

so far as the significant parts went.

I began as directed.

I am directed to ask whether you are prepared to sign the papers.

Are no conditions?

You know what is in store for you then?

The property can never be yours.

What is your name?

You shall go free if you sign.

Where are you from?

Then I warn you again.

What house is this?

I found that his name was Cratidis and that he came from Athens.

He didn't know where he was and they were starving him.

Another five minutes, Mr. Holmes, and I might have succeeded in getting the whole story out of him.

You did remarkably well, Mr. Miller.

I can get it.

I thought I should discover it all under their very noses.

Only at that instant the door opened and a woman stepped into the room.

I couldn't see her very clearly in the dim light,

but I think she was tall and dark and wearing a sort of loose white gown.

Oh, Harry, I couldn't step there any longer.

Just so you know, you will do it.

No, it is good.

You told him a Harold.

Quick, get back there.

Step right.

Right, I'm coming.

Get it back to you.

No, no, no.

Well, Mr. Miller.

I'm sorry we couldn't have spared you that distressing scene,

but whatever you're thinking about all this, you're quite wrong.

Quite wrong.

I assure you.

Here are five sufferings.

Take them.

The carriage will take you back to time.

But remember, one word of this to a human soul,

and don't think we haven't our means of knowing if you talk.

We'll soon know about it.

And that is all gentleman.

I was bundled into the carriage and it drove off at a great rate.

It was much too dark to see anything outside.

After a long time, it stopped and I was told to get down,

but before I could look around me,

the coachman was back into his seat and whipping up the horse.

I was left alone.

How did you get back home then?

I walked for a while, Dr. Watson.

Then I met a man who told me I was on one's worth common

and pointed out the way to Club of Junction.

I got there in time for the last train to Victoria.

The next day, I told the whole story to Mr. Mike Rothholms here.

Well, Mike Roth, anything to add?

Only this, in today's daily news.

Anybody supplying any information as to the whereabouts

of a Greek gentleman named Paul Cretidi's from Athens,

who is unable to speak English, will be rewarded.

A similar reward will be paid to anyone giving information

about a Greek lady whose first name is Sophie,

a box number, etc., etc.

And I had that put it all the day, there's no answer though.

How about the Greek location?

No, they know nothing.

A while for the Athens police station.

The Sherlock has all the energy of the family.

You see, gentlemen?

Well, you take over the case by all means, my dear brother.

Let me know if you do any good, certainly.

A word of warning, though, Mr. Meelas,

I should certainly be on my guard if I will you.

They have seen those advertisements.

They'll know you for trade them.

I should be very careful indeed.

Have you, your key, what to?

Yes.

Let me in.

Ah, splendid.

This is Hatsunez that is a fine father.

Great, Evans, my craft.

How did you get here?

I had some fasts you on the way.

You will do come in and make yourselves comfortable, gentlemen.

You don't expect such energy from me, do you, Sherlock?

It's a trifle on characteristic.

The fact is, I've had an answer.

Your advertising years came just after you who had left.

I thought you'd want to see it at once.

We do indeed.

Here it is.

They're written with a J-Pain on wild cream paper

by a middle aged man with a weak constitution.

Not true.

Yes, sir, he says, in answer to your advertisement of today's date

I bid to inform you that I have met the young lady

in question several times in this district.

She is still living to the best of my knowledge

at the Martha's Beckenham.

You're sweetly J. Devinport.

Yes, sir, Sherlock.

You might be able to tell you something more, do you think?

My dear, my craft, I'm most grateful to you.

And Mr. Devinport, for that matter.

But I think we'll see him later.

In the meantime, we know that a man has been gradually done

to death, and the sooner we get to him, the better.

You'll go straight to the Martha's being?

Yes.

Come along, Wattos.

Are you coming, Wattos?

Well, if you don't mind, I think not.

It's rather late for me, you know.

Third date for excuses.

I am just ready.

Ready, Wattos?

Ready, huh?

I think I'll take my revolver.

It's all that dangerous luck.

And I think the quality of the yard,

Inspector Grayson should be interested in this.

Perhaps we be wise to become Mr. Miller's two worms.

We may need an interpreter.

Quite right.

Goodbye, then, Michael.

Good bye, Mr. Miller.

We'll keep you informed.

Yes, Mr. Devinport.

We should like a word with Mr. Miller's piece.

I will fade, Mr. Miller's piece.

We expected he'd be back for his job by now.

Yes, sir.

He came back an hour or more ago,

but he's gone again.

Gone?

Gone out, sir.

A carriage.

A carriage?

You don't mean a carriage.

You don't, sir.

Definitely a carriage.

You're gentle and cold from Mr. Miller's,

and they went off together.

A Mr. Latimer?

You didn't get his name, sir.

But if you'd like to wait a moment,

I'll find out what I can do.

No, no, no, never mind.

Good night to you.

Good night, sir.

Good night, sir.

Thank God for to be less again, Wattos.

That means two lives end danger now.

Devin, take them as far as you can go.

Go.

Take them immediately, sir.

Yes.

The house is in darkness, Inspector.

Look, there's our bags of flour on the next empty document.

Yes.

Is it worth going in?

It's always better to take a look.

You'll never know what we may pick up.

Hmm.

I can't see much through this window.

The place has that deserted area, but I tell you,

you can feel it somehow.

Yes, you know what you mean.

Hello.

Well, Spoon.

Well, he was here a minute ago.

Must be taking a parlor on.

Ah, there he is.

Where have you been, Holmes?

I've got a window open round here.

Come on.

It's a good job.

You're on the side of the force, Mr. Holmes.

My little jibby saved me a few bruised shoulders in my time.

Now, in the jubilee.

No, no, no, no.

Good.

And now, I'll follow you.

So far, so good.

Now, what if we hear?

Someone's had a meal in a hurry.

There on the table.

A meal for two.

Two plates, two glasses.

That they'd be significant.

Holmes.

What's that?

That room in there.

No.

That's right, Holmes.

Right.

It's not so huge.

Yeah.

What's in there?

Over there.

I got to get in and open the window.

Oh.

Two.

Two in there.

Can you?

Can you get them out?

Quick.

Leave it to us.

Come on, Holmes.

We don't have any reason to take any of them out here.

Come on, Holmes.

Come on.

What's that?

There's a charcoal brazen there.

And the room was sealed out.

It'll soon clear down.

How do you feel, Holmes?

No.

Lost in there.

I'm all right.

A drop soon clear to the way.

Well, it's only just in time for these two, I think.

Well, not just in time.

Are they both?

This is me, that's his right, I think.

Yeah, what is there?

Creativity.

Four devil's been stabbed to a skeleton.

There's he.

Kind of had long grass.

Here he is.

Well, I must leave him with you, both of you, for the time being.

I must get across to the nearest police station

and get things moving right this.

Let them out.

And the other.

So we've legal enough to go on at the moment, I guess.

And if you send someone out here to get four critiques, body.

Dr. Watson and I will take this to me last.

Back to make a street for us.

A few more questions when he comes around properly.

Might give us something more to work on.

Very good, Mr. Holmes.

I'll see you later at Baker Street then.

Mr. Holmes.

Dr. Watson, I don't know how to begin thanking you.

But for your timely arrival, pray,

try to put it from your mind, Mr. Meeles.

We did arrive in time.

Now, what have you to tell us about your second kidney?

On this occasion, I was not persuaded to go to that house.

A life-preserved who was presented to my head

and I was ordered to go.

I was forced to interpret yet another interview

with that poor critiques.

He was much weaker, who could scarcely hold this late pencil.

It was impossible for me to communicate secretly within this time.

What did they want? His signature?

Yes.

But the brave fellow refused every threat.

They finally saw it was useless

and bundled him roughly out of the room.

Then they turned on me over the newspaper advertisement.

I wonder if your brother was not a little hasty

putting that in, Mr. Holmes.

Possibly, sir.

But remember, Mr. Meeles,

but for the answer which came so suddenly,

we should certainly never have found you.

Ah, yes.

Well, they left me in no doubt as to their intentions.

They were going to kill crachitis and me

and make good their own escape.

And I suppose because they thought

they should never believe to tell it to anyone else.

They told me they are unsavory story.

Ah.

Watson, will you be going to have to take a note of this?

Inspector Gregson may find it invaluable.

Well, Meeles, help.

But there is not much to it, really.

They told me that the young lady, Sophie,

came from a wealthy Christian family

and that she had been on a visit to some friends in England.

Over here, she had met the younger of the two villains,

have a lecturer.

And he had persuaded her to elope with him.

Her friends had immediately informed her brother,

Paul Crachitis in Athens.

He had come over here at once, but unfortunately for him

had fallen into the power of Latimer

and his associate, though his name,

by the way, was Wilson Kent.

Wilson?

Kent?

That rogue?

I mean, the father's tent is sedent.

This will make Gregson's task easier.

Oh, well.

But the Crachitis got into the power of these two,

and they set out to starve him into agreeing to sign papers,

making over his own and his sister's property to them,

as I thought.

They had kept him prisoner without the girl's knowledge

and when she saw him, when I first went there,

it was the first time she knew of his presence.

They immediately put her under a local key too.

Then, when they saw the newspaper advertisement and knew

their secret was out, they decided to make a final attempt

through me to get Crachitis to sign.

He wouldn't, so he and I were to be left to die,

while they took the girl away with them

and got well clear of the country.

Clear of the country?

That'll give us some leaders to their root.

The general board's home?

Yes.

Wilson, take your notes and offer you

to see Gregson as fast as you can go.

They'll be tied the head.

Why, Gregson, this is fortunate indeed.

I'd rather as soon as I could, gentlemen.

Good morning, Mr. Miras.

How are you feeling, sir?

Oh, much better.

Thank you, Inspector.

I'm happy to meet you at another one,

who helped to save me.

I don't mention it, sir.

Well, Mr. Holmes?

Inspector, Dr. Watson here,

we're just about to hurry around to see you.

The villains gave Mr. Miras a complete account of this affair.

Well, I saved your journey, Dr. Watson.

All right.

In any case, it would have been a pity

to waste your time.

Waste my time, Inspector?

But you've got them already.

In a manner of speaking, sir?

I'm coming, Inspector.

No riddles, please.

Sorry, sir.

You see, the bodies of the two men

were found in their carriage

on the outskirts of Folkston

and the early hours of this morning.

They had both been stabbed several times.

Stoped?

A girl?

Not to be seen.

Nor the coachman.

Though, from the way his hat was found

at the roadside and tracks led off

across a muddy field,

it both infuriated life,

afraid of getting the same as his master's.

And the knife?

Lying in the carriage between the two bodies.

They'd quarrel, perhaps?

Yes.

And perhaps Sophie, the critic,

and the coachman both ran away

in different directions

while those two murdered one another.

Well, you could put it that way as per his.

Perhaps it would have it worth

put down to something along this line?

Inspector?

Much better, Mr. Holmes.

Very much better.

Of course, it's our duty to look

for that girl, Sophie Criteris.

She might know a somewhat different version

of what happened.

If she could be persuaded to tell us,

yes.

Oh, the same.

I think we shall allow one or two

cross-channel stevers to sail

before we begin looking too hard for her.

Agreed, Mr. Holmes?

Agreed, Inspector.

Agreed.

Agreed.

That was the Greek interpreter.

The radio play was dramatized

by Michael Hardwick from the story

by Sir Arthur Kirman Doyle.

Carlson Hobbes played Sherlock Holmes

and Norman Sherry, Dr. Watson.

The production for the BBC

was by Martin C. Webster.