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And now, the adventures of Sherlock Holmes,

where Sir John Gilgurth and Sherlock Holmes and Sir Ralph Richardson

as our storyteller, Dr. James Watson, ladies and gentlemen,

I think I may have shown in the course of these narratives of mine,

but the exploits of my friend Sherlock Holmes

ranged from affairs of the humblest order

to matters concerning the very highest in the land.

Of the latter, there are many which perhaps can never be told

for reasons of diplomacy or even scum.

And in those that can, dates and names sometimes must be disguised even now.

Particularly, in the unusual adventure,

which I have called the second stage.

Well, Mrs. Hudson, you seem a little overordered if I may say so.

Oh, it's the gentlemen, sir.

The two gentlemen that see you right now.

Yes, sir.

Well, we've seen gentlemen in the form,

Mrs. Hudson.

Yes, our lives would hardly be economically possible

without our visiting times.

Oh, Mr. Holmes,

and Dr. Watson's, uh, he begs to eat my humble hand.

Come, come, Mrs. Hudson, not the Prince of Wales.

Oh, not thought of, sir.

He's the prime minister, sir.

The prime minister of England, sir.

Well, well, my dear Holmes, you're dressing down.

Oh, Dr. Watson, what?

Oh, here, take this, take this.

Give me my jacket, my dear fellow.

Yes, sure him up, Mrs. Hudson, show him up.

He mustn't keep the prime minister waiting.

So into our humble sitting room,

came those two great men.

Lord Bellinger, the premier, and his companion,

the secretary for your appear and affairs,

the right honorable Philonew Hope.

So gentlemen, I take it I may have the honor

to be of some service to you.

You are our only hope, Mr. Holmes.

The prime minister suggested you at once.

The moment I told him a vibrate for loss,

it was impossible for us to go to the police.

A full loss, sir, indeed.

Yes, to inform the police would be to inform the public.

And that is what we particularly desire to avoid.

An important state document is missing.

Missly, while in Mr. Hope's possession,

and it is of such importance that peace or war may hang upon the issue.

I understand, my lord.

Now, I should be obliged, Mr. Hope would kind of tell me the exact circumstances

under which this document disappeared.

Of course, sir.

But this gentleman, your companion,

Dr. Watson is in my confidence in everything I undertake.

Indeed, it is really almost impossible for me to embark upon a case without you.

You can rely upon his discretion implicitly.

So the very utmost gentleman, I promise it.

Very well then.

It's a letter, Mr. Holmes.

I can tell you that it's a letter from a certain foreign firm.

Take, Mr. Holmes.

Let us leave it, though.

Quite so, for the moment, at least.

Well, when was it received, may I ask?

Six days ago, it was so important that I've never even left it in my safe.

I've taken it across each evening to my house in Whitehall, Curtis,

and kept it in a locked dispense box in my bedroom.

It was there last night.

You're certain of that.

Quite certain.

I opened the box while I was missing, but you know, I'm so it there.

This morning, it was gone.

The box itself?

No, only the letter.

My wife and I are both light-steepers, Mr. Holmes.

We're both prepared to swear that no one could have entered the room during the night.

And yet the people's gone.

I'm very ruined.

Ruined?

What time do you die, Mr. Hope?

How far away?

And how long was it before you went to bed?

My wife had gone to a theatre.

I waited up for her.

It was half past eleven before we were tied to our room.

Yes, then for four hours the box had lain unguarded.

No one is ever permitted to enter that room, except two trusted servants who are beyond suspicion.

Who else knew of the existence of that letter?

No one in the house.

Not your wife?

No.

I said nothing to her until I missed the paper this morning.

Is there anyone else my lord in England who could possibly know of the existence of this letter?

Only the members of the cabinet, Mr. Holmes,

but all under the pledge of secrecy which attends every cabinet meeting.

And the blood?

I believe no one saved the man who wrote it.

And may I ask his name?

Mr. Holmes?

The envelope is a long tin one of a pale blue colour.

That is all I think that you need to know.

Well, I'm quite aware that you are two of the busiest men in the country,

and in my own small way I have a good many calls upon my time.

I regret exceedingly that I cannot help you in this matter.

What do you kind of remember, Mr. Holmes?

How dare you?

I am not a cop.

Very well, we must accept your terms, I suppose.

No doubt it is unreasonable,

or it is to expect you to act without our entire confidence.

Thank you, my lord, praise sit down again, Watson.

Now then, gentlemen, the letter is from a certain foreign potentate

who has been ruffled by some recent colonial developments in this country.

It was written hurriedly and in anger

on his own responsibility entirely, and his ministers know nothing about it.

You mean his Highness the Crown Prince of Mr. Holmes?

Very well, sir, let me write it down on this little paper.

Am I correct, my lord?

Right, correct.

And you'll see it once the implications.

If that document should fall into the hands of any other Chancellor,

Ray Lyur, a breach would be made between this potentated out country

with fatal consequences.

You must find it, Holmes.

Great heavens, you must, sir.

My whole future depends on it.

I shall do my best to help you, Mr. Hope.

I can do no more.

But if the theft occurred last night before you retire that it must have done,

the paper must, at this moment, be speeding on its way to the continent

as fast as steam can take it.

My lord, well, Mr. Holmes, if I may presume to advise you,

yes, sir.

There's only one course open to you.

What is it, sir?

Prepare for war, my lord.

I shall do what I can, but at least, prepare for war.

Good day, captain.

Hey, boss.

Well, Holmes, you'll behave.

You must discreetly, my dear fellow.

I was so proud of you.

You're who, there, the attached interest of silent helplessness.

You know, you've missed your calling, my dear.

Watson, you ought to have been a diplomat.

Well, it's your laughing matter, Holmes.

You think nothing.

It's really the most serious affair.

Well, alarmingly so.

About the situation, though, there's pretty serious.

It's not quite hopeless, I believe.

What do you intend to do?

We've had several foreign agents' big names,

among the international spying.

If one of them should be missing,

especially if he disappeared since last night,

we shall then have some indication of where the letter may have gone.

Ah, yes, yes.

But if none of them is missing,

then we can take it that the letter hasn't left the country yet.

That would be something of a miracle.

And in that case, well, I might be able to get it back,

after all, I have the whole British treasure day behind me.

If it's on the market, I'll buy it back,

even if it means another penny on the income day.

But who are the likely agents?

Only three that are big enough.

Oberstein, La Rochaire,

and Eduardo Lucas.

What?

Holmes.

Holmes.

My dear son, you look so white.

What else?

The matter?

Holmes.

Heaven knows you've astonished me more than once

with some spectacular announcement.

Now it's my turn.

Well, what's it?

Eduardo Lucas Holmes.

You said Lucas, I think?

Yes, of course.

Of the Dalton Street?

Exactly.

You won't see Lucas Holmes.

And why not pray?

It was murders in his house last night.

Lucas, you don't mean it.

I was reading about it before I visited the rind.

Eduardo Lucas, the well-known society flanger

and distinguished amateur tenor,

murdered most brutally by a knife in the heart.

What's an amazing coincidence, Holmes?

Coincidence, man.

Great heavens, you can't really mean it.

Eduardo Lucas, dear, I tell you what's...

Holmes, Holmes.

Holmes.

Well, well, what's the matter, Mrs. Hudson?

Twice.

Twice.

In one day.

To think of my humble rule.

Oh, who is it this time, woman?

The lady's here, sir.

Who did you say?

The lady's here.

The little daughter, Holmes, is the home.

The wife of the gentleman is Lord Benninger.

Holmes.

You're dressing calm.

You're dressing calm.

My jacket, Mrs. Hudson's here.

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And the moment later, our modest apartments

already so distinguished that morning

was further honored by the entrance of the

loveliest woman in London, near in the world.

I'd often heard the beauty of the youngest daughter

of the Duke of Belmanster, but no description,

no contemplation of a life this photograph

had prepared me for the subtle delicate charm

and the beautiful modeling of that exquisite head.

And I am not, I think, without taste

as a judge in such things.

Yet that morning, the lovely cheek

was paled with emotion.

The eyes were bright

for the brightness of fear of terror.

Mr. Holmes, I beg your pardon.

Has my husband been there?

Yes, madam, he has.

I beg your pardon.

You were to say nothing to him of this visit of mine.

Lady Hilda, you face me in a very delicate position.

Mr. Holmes, there was a most deplorable occurrence

of the warehouse last night.

Well, you must, though.

But, but since it was a political matter,

my husband refused to take me to his complete confidence.

Indeed.

What was that, Anthony Papers?

What was it?

Madam, that is something I can't answer.

If your husband thinks fit to keep you in the dark,

it is hardly for me to tell you.

I am pledged to professional secrecy.

Well, tell me, at least, then.

The head and steak isn't my husband's professional career,

like he's a sucker to be interviewed.

Yes, I feel so.

Oh.

Mr. Holmes, something that my husband said,

when he first discovered the loss this morning, I...

Please go on.

I understand that terrible public consequences

might arise from the loss of his document.

Perhaps even...

War.

He said so, Lady Hilda.

He is not for me to deny it.

Won't you tell me, Mrs. Holmes?

I implore you.

What was that missing paper?

Then I must take up no more of your time.

I can't blame you if you feel you can't speak more freely,

but never much of them that is grave indeed,

before you will ever consult him.

And I am sure you won't think the worth of me

for wanting to share my husband's anxiety,

even against your will.

I can only beg you once again to say nothing of my business.

It would only righte him the more.

Good day, then.

Well...

Well, what's that?

What's it?

The fair sex Watson, that is your department, I think.

When you finished gazing out of the window

to get a last glimpse of our elegant charmer,

perhaps you'll be kind enough to tell me

what you think she came for.

Oh, sure, sure.

Her own statements with caramel flows.

And that was very natural.

Yes, her dog.

Yet you must have observed how very pretty

she maneuvered her chair,

so as to keep her back to the light.

She didn't want us to read her expression Watson.

When you said the same about the woman from Margaret

who came to see us a month ago,

it turned out that she was wilded

because she had no power on her nose.

True, true, the motives of women are certainly

inscrutable.

It's difficult to build upon such quick stands.

Their most important decisions

may depend upon a hairpin or a pair of curling tongs.

Well, good morning Watson.

Why?

What are you going, Holmes?

Oh, just a little while.

It took a dolphin street, I think.

Our friend, the straight of the yard,

he shredded it there by this time.

Eduardo Lucas murdered.

There lies the solution Watson.

Do you stay on guard here, my dear fellow

and receive any further distinguished visitors

who may honour our humble of those last time away?

I'll join you for lunch, Watson.

Cutlets and green peas, if you could think of that.

All day and the next day, Holmes was in a mood

which some might call taciturn and others murderous.

He ran out and ran in, smoothed incessantly,

raised his violin, sank into reveries,

devoured sandwiches of irregular hours,

and hardly answered the casual questions I put to him.

I felt a sense of impinging doom

as I watched London from our window

going about its busy duties.

I reflected that any moment that newsboys

would cry havoc on the flower-by-use

go marching off the wall.

As to the murder of Lucas,

that remained as much of Mr. Day as the theft of the document.

He'd been stabbed to the heart with a curved,

oriental dagger, a filthy,

but hung on the wall of his room.

It seems that nothing had been stolen

when the examination of his papers

disclosed him as a keen student of international politics.

That was all.

Then suddenly...

Well, we've sold it, Mr. Holmes.

Really, Mr. Traid, have you?

Why not, eh?

We have our methods, too, you know?

He means the murder, Holmes, only the murder.

Oh, more, Mr. Holmes?

What's in the wind?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

Watson's just will gathering my delusory...

Oh, sorry, Holmes.

Just mention it, my dear fellow.

Eh, sit down once you'll just train.

Have a cigar.

Oh, no, sir, I won't, if you'll forgive me.

I was going to suggest we went around there to the Dolphin Street.

There's a little something that might interest you.

Uh-huh, well, what's happened to the Strait?

I think you said just now that you sold it.

Well, as near as makes no matter,

we'd have telegrammed from the Paris police to see it.

Seems this Lucas fellow has been a bit of a dog in his time.

Very handsome kind of chap and so forth.

He's been living a double life.

It seemed he had a wifey Paris.

Oh, your department again, my dear Watson?

Creole woman as a matter of fact, very hot-blooded Creole.

Yes, you know what women alive, Dr. Watson?

Well, well, perhaps.

Well, the Strait, what happened?

Well, he'd been going in a bit inland and, you know, one way or another.

So we were, and she got jealous.

According to the Paris fellow, she's gone quite mad since Tuesday.

And it was established that she'd been in London all the night of a murder.

She was seen near the Dolphin Street.

Yes, yes.

It could only have been some kind of coincidence like that.

Otherwise, the thing would have been public property by this time.

What is it, Mr. Holmes?

Strikes me your mind hardly on the business.

I don't thought it would have appealed to you.

Oh, nothing, Mr. Ed, nothing at all.

What was it you said just now might interest me over at Lucas's house?

Ah, yes.

The one small detail, Mr. Holmes.

Nothing very important, you know.

Just a bit freakish.

We'd best go round to the house and I'll show you.

You too, Dr. Ed.

Rather in your line as well.

Oh, brother?

Oh, of course.

You know, I might even call it the mystery of the second stage, gentlemen.

The murder's solved, but there's still a mystery of the second stage, eh?

Come in.

Let's round to get off, Mr. Holmes.

Now, then, Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson, this is a very roomy.

You see?

Where it was matters.

Ah, indeed.

Now, look here, you see.

The rug, Mr. Holmes.

Now, just look at that rug, gentlemen.

You see, when there's a crime of this sort,

we're very careful to keep things in position.

If I had an officer in charge here, then, night.

But so, I noticed it was becoming.

Now, then, we didn't know from the tiny things I've been doing today.

Now, the body's been buried in such an old thing solved.

Well, the rug isn't fastened down.

You see, he only just made that.

We've occasioned to raise it.

And we've found the blood stain there.

See, the blood stain on the rug?

Yes, yes.

Now, then, I'd great deal with that, Mr. Soapful, eh?

And that is the undoubtedly it must.

And yet, you'll be surprised, Dr.

for the reason the stain on the white would work,

but need to correspond.

But there must be the state.

It's impossible, so you'd say.

But look at the underside of the rug.

The stain is the opposite.

Yet, there isn't a mark on the floor.

What's the... what's the...

Now, let me give you the explanation, Dr.

there is a second stain.

I see.

Look, let me move each other in.

Yes, over here.

Now, then, there's the stain on the woodwork,

but need another part of the rug altogether.

What do you make of that, eh?

Come on, you don't seem to be telling me this.

Oh, it's simple enough, Shirley.

The two stains did correspond,

but the rug's been turned wrong.

You see, Holmes?

We hardly need Mr. Holmes.

He's a famous mapper to tell us that, Dr.

Washington.

Now they're the same.

Didn't you say that the constable out there

had been in constant charge at this place?

Yes, you have.

Well, then take my advice, Mr.

straight. Go out and examine him privately.

Don't do it here before us.

We'll wait in this room.

Ask him how he dares to admit strange people

and leave them alone in this room.

No, no, don't ask him.

Tell him. Take it for granted.

What?

By, George!

If he has, I'll get it out of him.

You mean...

I mean, Harry, man, Harry, I mean...

To write, sir, I'll do it at once.

Now, then what's he?

In heaven's name.

Get off that rug.

What?

Well, for myself, what do you mean?

A rug.

Pull away the rug, huh?

Tell me to write back, huh?

Now, quick, examine the floor underneath it.

There must be a cavity here.

A cavity?

What do you mean, Holmes?

Board man, floor boards, huh?

Look for a loose one.

Yeah, yeah, I've got it.

What's in the fridge?

It's a hood.

It's a kind of... kind of shape.

Yeah.

Ah, presented.

I might have known.

Get the rug in place again quickly, Watson.

Ah, the space coming back.

Quick, quick, quick, we are.

That's all right.

Well, you won't write, Mr. Holmes.

My person here is confessed.

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm really sorry.

I never meant any harm.

I never said you did.

What happened?

A young woman started getting to the door

last night, it was.

Ah.

And the stoop the house, she said.

And then we got talking.

It's going to learn someone you're inducing, you know?

Well, man, speak up.

So she asked if she could see where the crime was done.

I don't even see any harm.

She just had a peep and...

And you'll let her in here, eh?

Well, she said, she's cooking with her.

Then, when she saw the blood, you see?

Yes, yes.

She kind of offended her right down on the rug here

to treat her indeed.

And so you went to get some water, I suppose,

to bring her around.

Yes, sir, from the kitchen downstairs.

And she was all right when I came back.

And then she went away.

I didn't mean any harm, sir.

I don't know, my person.

Did you notice anything about the rug when you came back, eh?

The rug?

Well, it's a bit kind of rumpled, but it's quite she felt,

so I just tightened it, sort of.

I see.

My person come over here, would you?

I want to show you something.

Excuse me, a moment, gentlemen.

Now, look here, my person.

Just photograph.

You recognize it?

Good Lord, yes, sir.

How did you know?

Never mind.

Come, Watson.

Thank you.

Thank you, comfortable Mac person.

You've inspired me, man.

And perhaps you saved your country, too.

Eh?

Well, look here, mister.

Oh, you, too, let's take, of course.

My best congratulations.

Good day, gentlemen.

Congratulations.

Good day.

I have it after him.

He was at his most typical.

He's most excited,

as he was at the climax of all his great solution.

I could only marvel, could only share the excitement

of the extraordinary man by my side,

as we were ushered into the great house

in Whitehold Terrace, and waited for Lady Hilda.

This is surely most unfair, and I'm generous of you.

I implore you to keep our business relations secret.

Unfortunately, Lady Hilda, I had no possible alternative,

but to visit you in pursuit of my commission

from the Prime Minister.

How do you mean?

I know everything, Lady Hilda.

I know of your visit to Eduardo Lucas

when you gave him that document.

I know two of your ingenious return to his room last night,

and the advice which you use to get the letter back again

from its hiding place under the rug.

You're mad, mister Hilda.

No, no, Lady Hilda.

I have no wish to cause you pain

or to reproach you for your rash behavior,

but the policeman on duty recognized you

from the photograph that I showed him.

Oh, yes.

You had this too.

Why did you take it, madam?

Quickly, quickly the time is short.

Blackmail.

And that's where I wrote long ago when I was a girl.

It was all in this understanding,

but if it had come into my husband's hands,

it would have broken his heart.

Lucas got held of that somehow.

Yes.

I had no idea he was such a man.

He always seemed so charming.

Then one day, he told me that he had that letter of mine,

and that I could only have it back

if I took him in exchange with certain documents

for my husband's sketch box.

That's what he wanted to see on the desk there.

Well, he did it with all my harms, a kind of joke.

I was nearly delighted with him.

I took an impression of the key,

and Lucas had a duplicate maid,

and I took the paper to his help.

And what happened there, lady?

It was like a horrible dream.

As I went in, I saw a woman watching the house,

a strange dark woman.

I gave Lucas the paper, and he gave me my letter.

Then there was a sound at the door,

Lucas put it back there,

and I can push the paper into a hiding place there.

And then, the door burst open, and the woman came in.

The one I'd seen outside.

She was screaming something about a last-size finder with her.

So I then had an appendican,

and the last I saw was that she snatched the dagger down

from the wall, and was washing it, and he was like a waffle cat.

To home, but I can't go off.

You must let it go, though.

I suppose you realize, next day,

that the paper was more important than you thought.

Yes, that's why I came to you.

I saw a ruin in facing it.

The whole world in arms, because of my selfishness.

And then I thought, that the Lucas dead,

the paper would still be in his hiding place,

but you know how I went to the house again last night,

and got it back by a trick.

Somebody's coming home.

A husband.

I know his debt.

Oh, I can't see in his films.

Don't have much I do.

Tell your story well, lady, builder.

Quickly give me the letter and the key.

Yes, it is.

Thank you, Watson, for the dispatch box.

Now, here, down among the other papers.

Yes, deep down.

Good.

Good.

Now we are ready for it.

Go quickly, lady, builder.

You have a door there.

Compose yourself.

All will be well.

Oh, heaven, that's your home.

Heaven, that's your building.

Home.

My dear home, that was blended, blended.

Oh, Mr. Holmes, they told me you were here.

What news have you?

I have good news, sir.

What?

They didn't get you here?

You mean you have the paper, Mr. Holmes?

Not yet, my lord.

That is why I am here.

What do you mean?

I'm not convinced, Mr. Hope, that the paper

has ever left this house at all.

But it's impossible.

If it had, it would have been made public by this time.

No, gentlemen, it's still here, I think.

You have my assurance that it left the box, Mr. Holmes.

I'm not convinced even of that, sir.

Come, Mr. Joaquin, it'll time, it's unworthy of you.

Come, Mr. Joaquin, it'll time, it's unworthy of you.

The box is there, Hope.

It is enough decided.

Mr. Holmes, if you're joking on such an issue,

I never joke, Lord Bellinger, as the Dr. Watson will tell you.

The thing is, sir, my poor lord Meadow,

memorandum from Belgrade,

note from Madrid.

Report.

Rehems.

My lord.

My lord.

The blue envelope.

And the letter intact, it's inconceivable.

You're on a saucer, Mr. Holmes.

How did you make this air?

Because I knew it could be nowhere else.

I must tell my wife.

Hilda, Hilda, my dear, Holmes, well.

Mr. Holmes, Holmes, Mr. Sherlock Holmes,

there's more in this than meets the eye, sir.

How did it come there?

How?

You must love to keep our little diplomatic secrets.

Good day to you, my lord.

I'm always at your service.

And at the service of my country.

Come, Watson.

The adventures of Sherlock Holmes,

based on the original stories of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,

have been dramatized in you

with original music composed by Sydney Koch.

Sir Ralph Richardson played the part of Dr. Watson,

and Sir John Gildred, that of Sherlock Holmes.

The program was produced by Harry Ellen Towers.