Sherlock Holmes - The Solitary Cyclist

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Now, I'm afraid that a fool the life was not too allowed for the electronic change.

Well, it will probably be alright.

Nothing's happened to her. The trap hasn't been dropped.

It needs a quite true record.

What's in her?

Look, the trap's empty!

What's it? Privilece!

She's been abducted.

Millen of them knows what.

When is advice led others in the danger?

My friend Sherlock Holmes was always the first to suffer.

The honest and the true cause. He always blamed himself.

My name is Watson.

Dr. Watson.

And it was my privilege to share the adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

I will tell you what happened in the case of the solitary cyclist.

The details were in my notebooks if I may refer to them a moment.

Unreferring to my notebook for the early 1995.

I find that he will own Saturday for the 23rd.

The Sherlock Holmes and I first heard him as well as Smith,

the solitary cyclist in Charlottesville.

The young and beautiful woman who presented herself with two to one B. Baker Street

laid their evening and implored his assistance in the crisis.

At least it can't be our health that is troubling you, Smith.

So, out in the bike thickness must they full of energy.

Bike thickness.

Well, how do you know that, Mr. Holmes?

A slight profining of the cells of your shoes, of the sides,

the friction of the edge of the pedal.

Oh, well, yeah, but I do bicycle look good.

Oh, oh, listen to Holmes.

You will excuse me, I'm sure, Smith.

I took your hand out of curiosity.

Curiosity?

If by business.

I nearly fell into it as supposing that you were tight-tracking.

But it's obvious, of course, that it's music.

Do you see Watson?

No, I don't.

Observe the spatule tinga in.

It's common to both professions.

Yes, sir.

But there's a spirituality about the face,

which the typewriter does not generate.

No, this lady is a musician.

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

I teach music.

In the country, I presume, from your confection.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

What has happened to you near a farm on the borders of study?

My father is dead, Mr. Holmes.

My mother and I were left with that relation in the world,

except for Uncle Ralph.

Ralph Smith.

He went to South Africa, 35 years ago.

We've never had a word for him since.

When father died, we were left very poor.

But one day, about four months ago,

we were told that there was no flirtatism in the times

inquiring for our whereabouts.

Where you can imagine how excited we were

is we had it off to the lawyer whose name was given in the paper.

In his office, he introduced us to two other gentlemen,

a Mr. Corrothers and a Mr. Woodley.

And then we're true, leading us alone with them.

Well, my mother had explained right away that Mr. Woodley

had a die, a homeowner visit from South Africa.

Oh, yes, Mr. Corrothers.

Yes, so we were all friends there of a relative of yours, Mr. Ralph Smith.

Oh, indeed.

I get regret to say that Mr. Smith died

some little while ago, ma'am.

I see.

And we had heard nothing, of course.

He died in poverty, ma'am.

Oh.

Look, he and I visited Ralph Smith at his deathbith.

He asked us, almost with his last breath,

to look up his relations here in the old country

and see that they were in no one.

He will excuse the question, ma'am, but...

How exactly are you placed?

I don't know why you're asking, gentlemen.

But if you want the truth, we barely took any to rub together.

I have a...

A proposition to put to you.

A proposition?

For us?

Mr. Smith, I have a daughter aged 10, down their farm in Surrey.

I am a widow, and the child needs a woman's care and attention.

I don't know whether Mrs. Smith has ever considered the position of governess.

I am a music teacher, sir.

I am chained, yes.

And out of a position, what more?

A music teacher, that could be better.

My little darling shows every musical promise they tell me.

I never dreamed that...

Mr. Smith, do come down to Surrey and teach my pet.

You said...

You are a widower, Mr. Cavatt.

Alas, yes.

About my household is managed by my housekeeper Mrs. Dixon.

I see.

A lady of the highest respectability.

Finally.

I shouldn't lie to leave my mother alone in London.

Oh, don't worry about me, ma'am.

There'd be no question of it now.

Mrs. Smith could come help you every weekend.

I have a good wage in her pocket.

Say...

A hundred pounds a year?

A hundred.

I hope I can leave dear.

Say you'll go.

Oh, I would.

Oh, very well, darling.

It shall be an acupus.

And for you went down to follow Mrs. Smith.

But then?

It was much better than I'd imagined, Mr. Holmes.

The first flaw in my happiness came when Mr. Woodley arrived

to visit for a week.

What happened?

Oh, here.

He made it.

Oh, dear, it's left to me.

Don't worry, dear.

He posted it as well.

Said that if I needed him, I should help us find it, darling,

in London.

It made no difference when I told him about Seals.

Seals?

Well, Seals were not.

He's an electrical engineer in college.

We hope to be married at the end of the summer.

But oh, this didn't stop Mr. Woodley.

He...

He seized me in his arms,

and saw that he wouldn't let me go,

and...

I'm sorry, Mr. Woodley.

Boundary.

Well, luckily, Mr. Carothers came in and tore Woodley from me.

Mr. Carothers apologized to me the next day, and...

Well, I've never seen Mr. Woodley since.

Very distressing for you, Mrs. Smith, but that's incidental not unknown.

What special thing has caused you to seek my advice?

It is this.

Every Saturday morning, I ride my bicycle to Tharnham Station

to get the 1222 to Tharnham.

Yes.

Or the road from children's ranges is lonely.

And it's quite rare to meet so much of the cartel on one stretch of it,

where a challenge in heat lies on one side,

and the woods around challenge and haul on the other.

Let's see.

Well, the two weeks ago, I was passing this place

when I chanced not back at my shoulder.

At about 200 yards behind me, I saw a man,

or also on a bicycle.

And I looked back before I reached Tharnham,

but man was gone.

So I thought no more about it.

But imagine my surprise, Mr. Holmes,

when on my return on Monday, I saw the same man,

on the same stretch of road.

Well, even more astonishing, the incident occurred again,

exactly as before, on the following Saturday and Monday.

Well, can you describe this man?

Well, as far as I could see, he was middle aged,

and he had a short, dark beard.

But he always kept his distance from me.

Did you mention him to Mr. Carava?

Yes, well, he seemed very interested,

and told me he had ordered a horse and trap.

But at the end of the year, I shouldn't have to pass

over that lonely road without a companion.

Well, very considerate of him. What next?

Well, the horse and trap was overcome this week,

but for some reason they were not delivered in the game.

I had to cycle to the station.

Well, that was this morning.

Yes.

Well, sure enough, there was no man following me.

Well, however, today I wasn't alarmed,

but still with curiosity of the tin,

I find out who he was and what he wanted.

What else did you do?

I made a trap for him.

The road turns sharply,

just past the entrance to Charns and Hall.

I take a very quickly around it,

and then I stopped and waited.

I expect him to shoot round and pass me before he could stop,

but he never appeared.

I went back and looked around the corner.

I could see a man of road,

but he wasn't on it,

and there was no side road that he could have gone down.

Miss Smith?

Yes?

Have you any admirers,

other than Mr. Sir or Morton?

Well, it may be my sense,

you could see sometimes that my employer,

and Mr. Goodothers, is interested in me.

We have thrown rather together.

I play as a captain, and he's easy.

Oh, he's never said anything.

He's a perfect gentleman, but...

Well, a girl always knows.

I see.

Well, Miss Smith, I'm very busy just now,

but I'll find time to make some inquiries into your work.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Holmes.

Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

And Nima, take no step without letting me know.

Oh, I promise you, Mr. Holmes.

Okay, good morning, gentlemen.

And I'll be around.

Good morning.

Thank you.

Good day, Miss Smith.

Good day.

Good day.

Good day.

Good day.

Charming little thing helps.

You think charming.

It's far with a settled order of nature

that such a girl should have followers,

but not for choice on bicycles in lonely country roads.

And why should he appear only at one point?

Exactly.

Our first effort must be to find who are the tenants

of Charleston Hall.

Right.

Then again, how about the connection between

her brothers and woodlay?

You see, to be terribly different types,

if they were built keen on looking up Ralph Smith's relation.

And what sort of a mainage is it,

which paid double the marketplace for the governance,

but doesn't keep a horse in trap of its own,

or there's six miles through the station?

Oh, it was.

There they are.

Are you going down now?

No, my dear fellow.

You will go down.

Bye.

On Monday, you will arrive early at four o'clock.

You will continue yourself to your Charleston Hall.

No.

You would observe these facts to yourself,

inquire as to the occupants of the hall,

and then come back to me in report.

No, well, very well, Holmes.

Very well.

And there he was, following behind her,

just as she told us, Holmes.

Her as she tried slowing down and stopping,

but he did the same.

But then she suddenly whisked her wheel around

and dashed straight at him.

Really?

But boss was off.

But he simply turned his machine

and darted off in desperate flight.

See?

When she turned again,

the carry on the way she'd been going,

he turned two,

and they both passed me in their respective stations.

However, when I stayed where I was,

behind a ghost bush on the heath,

then it was just as well that I did.

After a while,

the man reappeared around the corner,

cycling slowly,

he turned into the hall gates,

as you thought.

Ah, and then?

I lost sight of it.

Oh, you did.

However, it seemed to me

that I'd done a fairly good morning's work.

So I walked back into Parliament,

called at the house agents,

by making out that I wanted to know

if Charleston Hall was on the market for some

a letter I found out that it had been

led about a month ago,

when he had a judgment named Williamson.

They wouldn't say it more.

The house that...

Well, you really have done remarkably badly.

Oh, Holmes, I protest.

And then you go to a house agent

to find out who he is.

Where should I have gone?

To the nearest public house.

That's the centre of Country Gossip.

They have served you every name

from the Masters of Discovery, mate.

Well, I got his name.

Williamson.

Come in.

The post, sir.

Oh, just put it down over there.

This is touching.

Oh, no, wait.

Sir?

There might possibly be...

Yes, there is.

Thank you, Mr. Charleston.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, yes.

What is it, Ram?

I rather thought I might receive some account of this latest episode

from Mr. Smith herself.

You did it?

Yes.

I am sure that you will respect my confidence, Mr. Holmes.

When I tell you that my case here has become difficult,

I aim to the fact that my employer has proposed marriage to me.

I am convinced that his feelings have most deep and most honorable.

At the same time, my promise is, of course, given.

I do.

My refusal is very seriously, but also very gently.

You can understand, however, that the situation is a little strange.

Ah, young friend seems to be getting into deep waters.

Yes.

Watson.

I should be none of us for a quiet peaceful day in the country.

I'm in time to run down the south to noon

and test one or two theories I found.

Oh, and the best of good luck to your Holmes.

That's what I can say.

I'm sure I saw.

Very good.

Good afternoon, sir.

What will be your pleasure?

I'll let you see now.

Yeah, I think.

Yeah.

Yeah, it will do nice.

You won't find a better job any learnings on sir.

I'm sure I saw.

Very good.

Sir.

Ah, capital.

Will you join me?

Well, thank you, sir.

You're best old, sir.

And yours, then, Lord.

Oh, back about.

I came down on the off-chance.

A senior old friend who told me he was taking challenge and fall.

For some.

Oh, Mr. Williamson with that lady?

Yes.

He's in residence, then.

He's there, all right, sir.

I should know.

Ah.

Finds his way in here, but I don't know.

Yeah, you know Mr. Williamson, sir.

What with all those weakened visitors of his a warm lot, that, sir?

Ah, ah, ah.

I could see he hasn't changed.

You know, you know me long, sir.

Oh, ah.

Quite some time, sir.

Is he true, then?

Is what, sir?

Is he used to be a clergyman?

You know.

Unfronted light.

Well.

To tell the truth, sir, Lord, I have heard some stuff still myself.

I'm afraid I'll afraid this doesn't go far enough back for me to better.

Oh, pity.

Yeah, you'll agree, sir.

There's something about his men.

Oh, quite clear.

Don't mind some of his behavior when he gets in here.

Whoa.

I'm making the ethical you, sir.

You've heard it, sir.

Especially when he's on the whisky with Mr. Woodley.

Mr. Woodley?

Uh, one of his weakened guests.

Oh, he's down with the all Mr. Woodley.

Hmm, I can see I'm there, sir, didn't I?

Perhaps you can refresh my name, Mr. Woodley landlord.

Refresh what, man?

Never met you in my life, sir.

Mr. Woodley, sir.

Oh, I...

What do you want, sir?

I was busy by the questions about him.

I beg your pardon, sir.

I'm telling this thing.

That's right, Mr. Woodley.

This seems your friend, Mr. Williams.

Ah, sir.

Did I do that today?

No.

Look, sir.

Don't you want to clear me?

I was never letting you out of popcorn.

It was not going to roll in, Jack Woodley.

Hold up now, now, Mr. Woodley.

That's what I'm just saying.

Oh, Mr. Woodley.

Well, if you insist.

You're the one who's following me.

Oh, no!

Good gracious home, your failure.

You're lit, my dear fella.

Sit down quickly and tell me what happened.

A vicious death hand of the odious Mr. Woodley has started it.

Woodley?

Uh, Watson, I have to confess that however enjoyable my country trip

it was just more profitable than your home.

Never mind that.

Oh, there's another letter from Mrs. Smith.

He came up quite a girl.

Then they couldn't have to post me up immediately.

Yes, sir.

Well, she says, um, you will not be surprised to hear,

I was on the staff today.

I forgot to come up to town and will not return to fun.

Mr. Carruthos has got a trap.

And so the dangers of the lonely road

if they were ever wearing it into the now-over.

As for the special cause of my leaving,

it is not made in my strange situation with Mr. Carruthos,

but the rear of Carruthos,

so that viral woodley, who must be saying in the neighborhood,

he had long talked with Mr. Carruthos,

he must have sided off with it.

I loathe and share woodley more than I can say.

How can Mr. Carruthos in just such a creature for a moment?

However, all my troubles will be over on Saturday.

I can clean this spare time to run down together on Saturday morning,

and make sure that the scariest investigation

has no untoward ending.

Ah, well, the music of the birds

and the fresh breath of the police.

What better way to occupy ourselves?

Yes, there's only one for you.

You know, we can get all your energy from it.

Or anyway, we come far, naturally.

Look, they are all in those trees.

We can see the whole special road.

No, we must be close to the forest,

as if he just didn't clear it before he turned up into the ground.

Watson, step here for moving along the road.

I don't know if I can clear it.

If that's her cap, she must be made here.

For the earlier trigger,

for the energy we passed out,

she's involved with the wing media exactly,

and if she's in any danger,

that's very strange, despite.

Come on!

It's no use, Holmes.

We'll never do it.

No, I'm afraid.

The fool that I was not to allow for the early change.

Well, it'll probably be all right.

Nothing's happened at all.

The tap hasn't been stopped for a minute.

It's not quite true, but...

What's the difference?

Look, the tap's empty.

What? It's driverless.

It should be abducted.

No, the devil knows what.

Try to stop the horse! Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Well done.

Well done.

Well done now.

Done here.

We must drive back.

Just a minute, Holmes.

Here comes our man on his cycle.

Stop!

Stop there!

He didn't understand, Holmes.

I think his explanation is approaching the high speed.

You there.

Where do you get that horse and tap?

You're the man we want to see.

Where is Miss Violet?

That's what I've asked of you.

That's her tap.

You know where she is.

We made the tap on the road.

Empty.

We were about to try and back to help the young lady.

And by him it means they don't have fun.

Quickly.

We must drive down the toilet to the hall as far as we can go.

Yes.

We'll leave the truck here.

Or they'll be ready for us.

We can make our way through the strawberry.

All right.

Need on.

Great.

What is it?

Is he together?

No.

No, it's Peter the Groove.

I must have heard him and had done him in here.

Let me see his head.

No, not serious anyway.

As you come out soon.

And come on gentlemen.

We'll be still be in time to save her.

But hurry.

This way.

This way.

There they are.

And that is Woodley.

What's happening?

There's a clergyman talking to her.

Don't you see?

I see.

Please.

And she's found and dead.

Quickly, Woodley.

Oh.

I just offered unto men and wives.

Stop there.

Well done, Woodley.

And just in time.

Well, well.

Bob killed others and he's supposed to be a woodland.

They can take it off, Bob.

You and your pals will just come in time to be introduced to Mrs. Woodley.

Woodley, I told you what I'd do if you would listen to this woman.

Even if I hit us a swing for you.

And she'll act.

She's my wife.

Oh, she's your widow.

Ah!

You can't harm the bomb, he's armed, too.

Enough of this.

William should drop that revolver.

What can take it from him while I keep him?

Oh, my.

Here, take the blood.

He'll take the blood.

That's what William is.

And the churchman shouldn't swear.

Now, Mr. Goddard, I have your revolver, too.

Should he?

No, but your life.

Who are you anyway?

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes?

Oh, good lord.

And it over, please.

Here.

Here you are.

Go out and see what you can do for Woodley.

And then release Mrs. Smith.

Why, him?

Now, all of you listen to me.

I will represent the official police until they can be summoned.

I just think you all under my class know of custody.

Woodley will live, Holmes.

And now, see to Mrs. Smith.

What do you kill me that girl?

That angel is to be kind to Rory Jeff Woodley for life.

You needn't concern yourself about that, Mr. Corradar.

We're very safe and fresh in English to William,

since vital solemnize any marriage.

In any case, a fourth marriage is no marriage at all.

It's a very serious felony, as you'll discover.

Oh, suit yourself.

You will have time to think the point over during the next 10 years,

or so, I guess.

There.

As the Eucharothers, you'd have done better to have kept your pistol

in your pocket.

I have not begun to think so.

But I loved her, Mr. Holmes.

It's the only time I've ever known what love was.

You'd hardly credit it.

But ever since she's been in my employment,

I've never let her go past this house once

without pulling out on my bicycle,

to see that she came to know harm from that brute.

Oh, so that was why.

Well, this was all right, Holmes.

I told her to sit down and read.

Fend it, button.

Corradar, why did you not simply tell Miss Smith of the danger?

Because she might have let my house for good.

Do you call the ladle of love, Mr. Corradar?

I should call it selfishness.

Maybe the two things go together.

Anyway, I couldn't bear to let her go.

When the cable came out,

I knew they were bound to act immediately for cable.

Where others, you can blinker,

but the girls in your hearts can take.

But if you squeal, I am your enemy.

Your preference needs not be so excited.

The case is clear and not again.

It's bluffing, Corradar.

I do the talking, Williamson.

And then you will see how far you have a chance

of floating back your secrets.

In the first place that we have,

you came together to sat down with our new game.

You Williamson?

You, Corradar, and Woodley, there.

Lie number one.

I never saw either of them until a couple of months ago.

So put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Let's start busy by the house.

So, in reverence is our own homemade article.

But you, Corradar, and Woodley, came over from South Africa.

You didn't rather slip there.

You had reason to believe he wouldn't live long.

You found out that he needs, but inherited his fortune.

It's true.

Your plan was that one of you should marry,

and the other should share the fun.

But some reason more than he would share the fun.

But now why wasn't it?

We played cards, Corradar.

And the boy is over.

He won.

Well, rare there.

I see.

You got the young lady in your service,

and Woodley came to court her.

She saw what a drunken broody was,

and would have nothing to do with it.

Meanwhile, your arrangement was rather upset

by your having fallen in love with her yourself.

You could no longer bear the idea of that Russian owning her.

No, by George, I couldn't.

You quarreled.

He left you in a rage, and the guy to make his own time

independent, if he was Williams.

Do you see Williams?

He knows it all without my telling him.

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

That was when he picked up with this so-called Padre.

They set up house here, and as I told you,

I was fearful, and my way name is swift.

It's a cycle past.

So I kept following her as far as these grounds.

And then two days ago, Woodley brought a cable to show me.

Deliever the wealth, let's was dead at last,

and reminding you to keep your part in the bargain.

Just that.

You refused?

Of course!

So we asked me to marry the girl myself, and give him a share of our money.

I said, I'd do that willingly, but she wouldn't have me.

He said, let's get her married first, so after a week or two,

she may see things a bit different.

Mr. Corueber, you had a share in an evil plot.

I'm aware of that, sir.

However, I think you've done what you could to make a man.

My evidence can be of help to you in your cloud.

It shall be in your disposal.

Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

However, there she is.

Of all, that's about Miss Smith.

Yes, Mr. Corueber.

In the first place, I wronged you deeply.

I hope you will find it possible to forgive me.

I have done so, sir.

You did all you could to rescue me from me.

This thing, I forgive you.

And now, Miss Smith, if your sufficient is recovered,

I friend Dr. Waffen will be happy to escort you back to gun.

I'll do that with joy.

And if in your medical opinion, Miss Smith should see not quite convalescent idea of Waffen,

that might I suggest that a telegram to a certain young electrician in the Midlands

would probably complete.

The taste of the solitude like this was one of the shell-of-home stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

My name, my real name is Norman Shelley.

My friend, Carlton Holmes, played shell-of-home, and I was Dr. Waffen.

Michael Hardwick-Rilca scripted for this DBC production from London.

I look forward to the pleasure of your company again soon for more of the adventures of shell-of-home.