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Good evening, Dr.

Good evening, Mr. Bato.

Punctual to the ministers usual.

Drop it down, settle down, my boy.

Well, I won't settle down too far, Dr.

You have a habit of keeping me on the edge of my chair during most of your story.

Just to be Mr. Bato, I hope tonight will prove no exception.

So light up your pipe, and I'll get on with my story.

Dr. from the hints you gave us last week, it sounded like quite a thriller.

How did it begin?

On a cold winter morning in 1897.

Holmes and I are breakfasts, concluded,

sat on the other side of a cheery far in our Baker Street logical.

A thick fog rolled down between the line of done coloured houses,

and the opposite windows loomed like dark, thick, furs,

to the heavy yellow reef.

Another London piece, Superman, Dr.

Dr. Jackson, it's about hell.

Our guest was lipped and sure it's flicking the light on the white cloth

and glimmer of China for the breakfasts,

but it had not been cleared.

Holmes's visit cost indexing his record of crime,

where I was engrossed to one of Clark's Russell's fine sea stories.

Our morning was not destined, however, to be quite worth.

So shortly after 11 o'clock Mrs. Hudson,

I stood a young lady into our room.

A young lady?

You seem to be in a silly spot.

I'm not too young, really.

I'm Dr. Watson, and this is the show I go.

How do you do, gentlemen?

I must apologize for not giving my name to your heart,

but I have to be in a trouble.

This is really quite a fair murder.

Of course, you're wondering who I am.

And what's both been here?

My own theory would be that you are Miss Harriet Irving.

And if you come to me to a list by aid in proving that Mr. Dignan did not murder your father.

Holmes, what a mercy you're talking about.

You're absolutely correct, Mr. Holmes.

But how did you know?

I deduced Mr. Irving.

You're wearing very usual, extremely expensive morning.

Presumably, for the first time, since a few basting threads are still in evidence.

You wear no rings, however, until you're not in morning for a husband.

The only man whose death the tape has announced in the last few days,

who left a young daughter wealthy enough to purchase such garments, is Edward Irving.

And since the police have already made an arrest, obviously,

wish me to disprove the police theory and intercede the young vineyard.

Mr. Holmes, you're wonderful.

That's just what I wanted to do.

You'll know, won't you?

Mr. Irving, I've stated the newspaper reports very carefully.

It would seem to me that Scott and Yard has arrested the right man.

Well, I didn't read the newspaper reports.

I have the same idea with you both talking about it.

Then let me bring you up to date, my dear fellow.

And please correct me, Mr. Irving, if I make any mistakes.

Three days ago, Sir Edward Irving, the father of this young lady,

was found stabbed to death in his study.

The only entrance to the study is to an antirome,

where his secretary had been sitting ever since the Edward has last seen a lie.

And the secretary swore that no one had entered or left the study.

The secretary's name being Vinyunas.

Yes, under the circumstances, it's hard to see that any other arrest was possible.

And yes, I know he's innocent, Mr. Honour.

How do you know that, Mr. Irving?

We were in love. We were going to be married.

I don't care what the police say.

A woman knows these things.

Robert Vinyun did not kill my father.

Did your father prove the engagement?

Well, no. Not exactly.

He went to the room.

Where to be exact, Mr. Irving?

I wouldn't want to say that your father absolutely forbade the marriage.

Yes, he did.

An insect of the star assumed death was the motive for the murder.

Sounds logical, I must say.

Did your father have any other relatives living, Mr. Irving?

His brother, my uncle Perigun,

he lives a hermit's life in the country.

We've seen very little of him in the last few years.

Was he left anything under your father's will?

No, I was a soul beneficiary.

Please help me, Mr. Honour.

If you'll just talk to Robert, you'll know he's not guilty.

There's no hermit talking to him.

I've fallen a starhandle of Jason.

He's made a good man of mistakes in the fuss.

I haven't been holoed yet.

I'll do what I can, but I promise nothing.

Where is your fiancé being told?

That's not in Jard.

I talked to him there just before I came to you.

That's not in Jard, eh?

Spend it here.

We can talk to the straw at the same time.

What's in your head?

My head, don't tell.

A prince I feel.

Hello, your head and coat.

So, Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson think they know more than they are.

They come over here to teach us our business, I suppose.

I think in the start of the start we came over here to make a few inquires.

I'll tell you, gentlemen, that you're wasting your time.

Young Binion is guilty, whatever he's young lady might say.

The straw?

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

No, what did the autopsy prove?

Well, got a report of it here on my desk.

But, yeah, it won't tell you nothing you don't know.

Yes, because instantaneous, caused by some weapon like a long needle of fines to leto or an ice pick,

benefiting the brain of the base of the skull.

And no such weapon was found in the room.

All on the Spinnum.

True, sir.

But then he had the chance of disposing of it.

Yes, the same, the murder weapon hasn't been found, hasn't it?

No, Doctor, but we'll find it as you worry about that.

I'd like to talk to the prisoner if you don't mind.

Well, of course I don't mind.

He's in the tension cell just down the corridors for me and for a meet, gentlemen.

Is he giving you any trouble, sir?

Trouble.

If all our prisoners were as quiet as him, we wouldn't need no guards, Doctor.

No, it's quite young, fellas.

Hard to realize he's a murderer.

In fact, but still has to be proven and caught to start.

A fact that he is going to be proved in courtly thrones.

Well, here we are at this cell.

To, uh, got visitors being in.

Very, distinguished visitors.

Very, gentlemen.

Now, my name is Herm, Mr. Lachlan.

And this is my colleague, Dr. Watson.

I'm sorry to see you in this sight, Mr. Billion.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Then how he had didn't even see you when she left you.

I'm so glad you'd get me out of this mess I know you were.

Even Mr. Sherlock Holmes can't get you out of this one young fellow man.

And I promised your fiancee that I'd fan hook you.

My obvious cause is to go to Sir Edward's house and examine the room in which the tragedy occurred.

But before I do that, I'd like to ask you a question or two.

Ask me any question you want to, sir.

It was you who discovered the body, I understand.

Yes, Mr. Holmes, please describe the circumstances.

Sir Edward was in his study.

I'd been working in the anti-room adjoining.

At five o'clock, I wanted to say good night to him.

And I found him slumped in his chair dead with blood streaming down the back of his head.

Of course, I sent the butt off of the police at once.

Could anyone have entered that room without your knowledge?

No, Mr. Holmes, I never left my desk.

And there was no entrance to the room, sir.

How about the windows and sediments?

They were locked from the inside, Doctor.

Oh, you're down, Major Wari.

We have them in the empty villages, not a mark.

No one came in that way.

What is your theory of a murder, Mr. Bidium?

I haven't gone, Mr. Holmes.

And completely baffled.

And certain that no one entered that room.

Yet I swear to you that I didn't stab him.

I can understand if he's believing I didn't.

And the start, I expect to examine the room in which the Edward was buried.

What?

Easiest thing in the world, Mr. Holmes.

I'll drive over with you if you like.

He's out here tonight.

Oh, you didn't bother, sir.

We can probably go by ourselves.

Oh, not a bit of a doctor.

I'd like to come with you.

Oh, well, I was glad.

You're convinced Mr. Bidium is guilty?

I am, sir.

Won't you be wasting time?

Not me.

For once I know you're on the wrong side of a case.

And if Rose, I want to be there and see your faces when you find it out.

This is the house, Mr. Holmes.

Yes, I'm posing with him, sir.

I must, sir.

Imagine the scar that you still have a police guard inside.

Oh, yes, Doctor.

There's been a sergeant guard in the dead man's room day and night.

We still haven't found the missing weapon.

Oh.

Yes, sir.

I need to serve the squad of scoping yard.

We wish to examine else.

I must see your identification, sir.

What are you talking about?

I've been in and out of this house all for a dozen times.

I have my orders, sir.

Oh, very well.

There's Mr. Erwin at home.

It's Erwin.

It's not receiving, sir.

It's got man. Can't you give us any information?

There's been tragedy in this house, sir.

And the truth of it's not the truth yet.

I'm not asking any questions that I don't have to.

Yes.

There now.

There's this step.

Police guards.

Is that it, sir?

Hmm.

Inspector the squad.

Very good inspector.

You may come in.

Hmm.

May I do rescue gentlemen?

Oh, thank you.

I know this house nearly as well as you do.

I think not inspector.

I served here, but twenty-seven years.

I would tell you that if you're not needing me,

I'll return to my quarters.

Yes, sir.

That's the sinister thing, sir.

Yes, and he knows something.

The squad there is a possibility the Binion is innocent.

Yes, sir.

I began to see that, sir, when you were talking with a butler.

You'll be very cryptic.

What are the possibilities there?

I was talking about.

The possibilities?

There's a Binion.

The arrested man is shielding the real murderer.

And whom would he be most certain to shield?

You mean his fiancee, sir?

That's right, officer.

What?

Here we are.

This is the anteriorum where young Binion worked.

And that door there leads into the study where Sir Edward was found.

I mean, that's because it's the doublet of the crime.

Oh, no, Mr. Holmes.

That's why we've had a constable on duty in their night and day.

Before the trial, we're free experts.

Is it just the rule that secret panels or anything of that kind?

Let's examine the dead man's room, shall we?

Right, sir.

Mr. Holmes.

The website.

Get out of that chair and stand up.

Can't you get on duty?

Let's leave.

Hey, Scottie.

He's dead.

Yes.

The trickle of blood oozing out from the base of the skull.

Well, struck me, Pink.

He's being killed in the same way as Sir Edward was.

I presume you'll agree that Mr. Binion didn't commit this murder, Lestrade.

Well, of course not, Mr. Holmes.

He can have done it.

He's locked up at the yard.

Who?

What are we going to do?

Nice to butt with it, come here, William.

Huh.

Well, right, you ask it.

What do you make of that wound up there?

Well, it's a tip of the description of the one that killed Sir Edward.

It's a fine function here.

It's the base of the skull.

Mr. Holmes, they mentioned this teleconistic.

A wound like this might be caused by one of those long steel haptons that...

That willenware.

Yes, it's a possibility watching it.

The stoop possibility in this urban was wearing a long hapton this morning, if you remember.

Uh-huh.

Last walls.

A little chance of secret panels here, I should say.

The window puffed from the inside, eh?

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

Yes, and by the way, what's your name?

Professor, sir.

Is he what's happened, Professor?

Yes, sir.

I've seen.

A constable being killed just like my master.

I tell you, Dr. Holmes.

Is this from exact years it was...

In Sir Edward's lifetime?

Yes, sir.

Except that my master...

Not in the habit of keeping the corpses of policemen in here.

Here, don't try to be funny, Travis.

And she'll realize you're mixed up in a murder case.

I meant no offense.

I meant no offense.

I meant no offense.

I meant no offense.

The final mention, Travis, was to find out if any of the furniture in here had been moved, they say.

Not moved, sir.

But there has been a piece of furniture added.

At armchair, the dead man lying in the same chair in which Sir Edward's body was found.

Of course, that's the answer.

Travis.

What was that chair delivered?

And who delivered it?

It was delivered the day before Sir Edward died.

It came from Silver Schwartz's antique shop in Buns.

I know, sir.

Against the foot of the stride.

See to the removal of this poor man's body.

Seal the room and the head and seek.

Keep the state's death a secret for a day, at least.

Then that time I hope to have your murder of oil.

Then we're going.

We're going.

My dear captain, Silver Schwartz's antique shop in Buns Street.

Those old music boxes are quite charming, aren't they?

Yes, but where's Mr. Sir Edward Schwartz?

This is probably him.

What a fine looking old fellow.

Oh, Mr. Sir Edward Schwartz.

You're his children, man.

You are interested in musical books?

No, they're in chairs.

In particular, in the handsomely car chair you delivered to Sir Edward Irvin a few days ago.

Ah, yeah, magnificent specimen.

Is he?

Is he?

He was found dead in it, Mr. Sir Schwartz.

And half an hour ago, as my house was found dead in it also.

That chair was one of a pair, wasn't it?

Yeah.

I believe I got in here, move.

That's impossible.

Please, please, to follow me.

I'll show you, is it not?

Look, look at the chair.

It's exactly like the same one as Sir Edward's husband.

Friend, but there's such a difference.

15th century Italian, isn't it?

Yeah.

This is one of the pairs of famous manifieros, aren't you?

The only three pairs in the world, my friend.

I was just a pair, one of the one I delivered to Sir Edward,

is simply a great specimen of the car for the eye.

This one, it's made.

Looks exactly like a die-kid, does it not?

That, I can't see any difference, was it?

You would have used that net, old chap.

Precisely.

That is why I have these cords stretched from one arm of the chair to the other.

If anyone were to sit in it well, sometimes nothing will happen.

But sooner or later, a hand will present its hidden spring in the arm here.

And death will strike.

But nothing happened when you pressed the spring in that whistle, sir?

No, I don't understand.

I do.

This is the harmless chair.

The lethal arm was sent to Sir Edward.

He sat in it accidentally pressed the spring and drove the fatal needle into his brain.

Yes, sir.

It's more comfortable than today.

Sir Edward bought both chairs, I presume?

Yeah, I would not sell it.

It looked a bit different.

And why didn't you deliver both at the same time?

He was afraid of Sir Edward.

He asked me to keep it here until he found a safe place for it in his home.

And some devil-switched arm caught from the fatal chair for the harmless one,

so that you delivered death to Sir Edward.

It is a subtlety and this crime worthy of the fiendish maker of the chairs himself.

Soapish wants.

Yeah, man.

Didn't not appear he'd die of being fricking the seating himself in one of his own chairs.

Yeah, yeah, he did.

Oh, it's justice.

I much obliged you, Soapish wants.

Now I think I know how to trap our killer.

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Well, Dr. Watson, this is quite a story you're telling us tonight.

So you found out how the murders had been committed,

but not who had been responsible for it.

Yes, correct, Mr. Bartel.

A home spent a long time across the damning with the silver shrunts.

The owner of the antique store.

As to who might have had the opportunity of switching the telltale card

to the fatal chair.

And who did have that opportunity, Dr. Bartel?

Well, Mr. Bartel, it turns farther to four people,

might have been responsible.

Edward's daughter, Ms. Secretary Mr. Dignan,

had both been in the shop with him at various times.

So the privilege.

The false suspect, Mr. Edward's centric brother Pettigrand,

who had appeared to drop him to the shop the day after the purchase had been made.

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driving her down along a quiet country lane near Docking,

as he approached the house of Mr. Edward's brother Pettigrand.

The house was awesome.

Well, I'm checking the place, isn't it?

Yes, the streamers are.

Why use someone to roast my dish, Chef?

I've just put the word on hard drive down here.

You never told me anything.

Why are we turning off into the wiles of the culture disguised as the furniture removers,

carrying the harmless chair with us?

Surely the reason it stands still untold chapters?

It's about as close as dust stocking full of hot pipes.

What?

Surely it's obvious that we're up against an extremely cunning murderer.

Now, pop-up dance is accrued to him in using the maleficiero chair.

An alibi, of course.

He's no other place where the murder happens.

Right, then?

Apply your logical little further.

Three of the suspects, the dopper, the Tobinian, and feathers, the Butler,

live in the house and would almost certainly have been present at the time of death.

Therefore, who gains most by such an alibi?

Well, the brother Pettigrand.

Pettigrand.

Pettigrand.

Pettigrand.

Now, you see why we flungled off into the wiles of Docking.

Oh, and that must be Pettigrand standing up at the porch.

She's finally looking for her.

Oh, my dear Watson.

Good afternoon, Governor.

You work, Pettigrand.

That's the comfort of the wrong house.

As you were, Mr Pettigrand, out of line, ain't you, Governor?

Yes.

And we cut the right out, all right, all right, all right.

Come on, Pettigrand.

Give us in.

Looks like you are our feet.

What's up?

Do you have any unloading and arms?

Don't get out of sight.

You're talking on my foot, but it'll get out.

Please, it does.

Come on, Pettigrand.

I got it.

Tell that it means you're now on the porch here.

There you go.

There you go.

There you go.

Give me a quickish.

I had a pretty chair, that man.

Very amoeba said, morning.

I'll wait down here.

Who flung it?

You know, often I was chair.

Who told you to bring it here?

Order, Governor.

Mr. Sniper, Sniper.

What about every night?

Yes.

Tell us your brother didn't want the chair and said,

is our, uh, we was to bring it to you.

Well, my brother's there.

Mr. Sniper, Sniper said, uh, he gave the order for he died.

One of us should get any governor.

Of course not.

Of course not.

You love me.

Pettigrand, all right, isn't it?

Look at him laughing.

Who wish me a troubling strife could see me now?

A troubling strife?

A troubling strife?

Yes.

A troubling strife.

That's me wife, Governor.

Yes.

Sit down, yourself, sir.

Come on.

Go on.

Sit down.

Go on.

Go on, Governor.

Take the weight off your plate, something.

Is that a jargon?

Do you speak?

Or the plates at me?

Plates at me?

Just plate, Governor.

That's ramen slang.

That's right.

That's right.

Ramen slang.

Go on, sit down.

Go on.

I'd say well.

Huh.

Pettigrand, come with me.

Go on.

Don't you answer with your arms, Governor.

I beg of you, please.

I need your stuff.

Yes.

Yes, it is.

But I don't want the rest of you here.

It's been some mistake.

So you're going to take it back to London and tell him,

tell it, sir.

I don't want anything in my brother.

Jumping to yourself there.

You don't want to sit in a nice chair like this, Governor.

But you're the one that gives the order around here.

Come on, buddy.

Come on, get your bag in a bit.

All right, I'll get your bag in the van.

All right.

Come on, you're happy.

All right, there you go.

Oh, bless you, Governor.

We don't worry about that.

It's all of injury, buddy.

Of course, not at all.

We've been at a nice time.

Come in here.

That's right.

Let's get these horses going.

Good day, Governor.

Good day, Governor.

Good day, Governor.

Good day, Governor.

That was a full scale home.

Obviously you knew nothing about the chair.

He thought it was best to harm him.

And indeed it was.

But the murderer would have thought it'd be called.

I've slipped up in my reasoning somehow.

I'm fine.

Of course.

Oh, what a fool I am.

You've got to London as fast as these tired necks can take us.

Come on, get up there.

Get up there.

What's the next move, Holmes?

Back to Edward's house.

Under staging of a little drama,

I'm sure we'll give us the final answer to this problem.

You made all the arrangements with the strides?

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

I've got Mr. Irvin, young Binion,

and the butler-winning outside.

And no one knows we switched the chair.

Spended.

You were sure that this is the harmless chair?

Of course I am.

But yeah.

I sit in it.

So, run my hands over the arms.

Yes, this chair is harmless.

Every person's safe one will know.

Go them into the stride.

All at once.

Mr. Holmes?

No, I think we fixed Irvin and Mr. Binion first.

What was it?

Irvin and Mr. Binion, they're coming, please.

Very well.

Stop!

Oh, Mr. Holmes!

It's an element of Irvin.

It's just so horrible seeing you there in the same chair with your father.

Mr. Holmes, it's a trifle tumor card before you assume the position of the spot.

Please get up.

But it seems to be the most comfortable chair in the room.

The night you like make comfort when I interrogate witnesses.

However, it's hardly shiver, is it?

Irvin, please sit down, won't you?

I don't like to sit down in the chair, which father died of.

Oh, Mr. Irvin, he couldn't bear to see you standing.

Very well then.

Don't sit down.

Why not, Binion?

What's the matter?

Isn't the chair safe?

No, it's never done that.

You can't sit me.

The proof that the chair is safe.

No, no, I sit down.

There you are.

There.

Splendid.

Curious chair, isn't it, Mr. Binion?

I wonder about these carvings on the arms.

They look almost as if they might activate concealed springs.

I wonder what would happen if I...

No, Kevin, thanks, Mr. Holmes.

You're trying to kill me.

Can you then you know how to handle it in the piece when we're married, eh?

I knew it must have something to do with the chair.

You knew more than that, Robert.

You planned it.

I remember now that when we went to the shock you were...

Get away from here!

Get away from here!

No, no, no, no.

I'll watch the number after them.

The start will stop him, in any case the police will at the door.

Oh, I'm tired.

I think I'll sit in this rather faithful armchair.

So it was Young Binion all the time, eh?

Yes, and he all but unsmotted me.

I reasoned that somehow the murderer must have intended the device of this chair to clear him.

And suddenly I saw the real motivation.

How debtor establishes in a instant seeming to be obviously guilty.

And yet leaving a trail whereby an astute deduction would seem to clear him.

The idea of the servant came to you.

You as a cat's father.

That's right, Watson.

I'm afraid this whole case is a rather humiliating experience for me.

Oh, why do you...

The star had arrested the right man in first place.

Oh, oh, oh!

Oh, my dear Watson, I'll never hear the end of this.

Never!

Ha, ha, ha!

As usual, doctor, that was a swell story.

The vegetables straddle accidentally arresting the right man.

Well, he had that one coming to him for a fuller.

He'd be not wounded by home so many times.

He was beginning to get an inferiority company.

What about my servant?

Now, how did she take it when her boyfriend Binion has proved guilty?

Well, once she realized that her sweetheart had actually murdered her father,

as they say in the finished fillers, her love turned to hate.

But at first, she took it pretty bad there.

I could imagine so.

Mr. Bartel, my boy.

That's one of the disadvantages of being a detective.

And you bring the guilty to justice.

You very often cause the innocent to suffer too.

Believe me, never become a detective.

Speak to being a wine expert.

You calling me a wine expert?

Now, wait a minute, doctor.

All I know about wine is that it either tastes good or it doesn't.

And I know that petri wine always does taste good.

And I know why, too.

It's because the petri family has been making wine for generations.

The art of turning luscious sun-ripened grapes into fragrant, delicious wine is their heritage.

A heritage handed down within the petri family from father to son, from father to son.

What particular type wine you prefer is, of course, a matter of your personal taste.

But let me assure you of this.

Whatever type wine you desire, or any occasion, you can depend on any wine that bears the petri label.

Petri took time to bring you good wine.

And today, that same petri is the proudest name in the long history of America's wine.

Well, Dr. Watson, what new Sherlock Holmes adventure are you planning to tell us next week?

Next week, Mr. Bartel, now let me see.

Next week.

Next week, I'm going to tell you a strange fire that could place in one of the smallest states

of Middle Europe.

Concerned the young prince, a most unusual concept, and a beautiful contrato,

who sang two days after we'd seen her die at the hands of the firing squad.

I call the story the hunting of Sherlock Holmes.

Dr. that's one I've got to listen to.

Hey, yes, Mr. Bartel.

And everyone should also listen to what Secretary of Agriculture Anderson says about saving used kitchen fat.

We've all got to keep turning in every bit of those fat.

Take it for me, dealer.

The shortage of fat is worse than ever it was.

And unless we help, and we all help, we'll all be faced with the serious shortage of soap.

Yes?

The serious shortage of paint, lubricating oils, drugs, and many other things that require fat in their manufacture.

If to us, keep turning in every bit of used kitchen fat.

Tonight, Sherlock Holmes' adventure was written by Dennis Green and Anthony Odger,

and with suggested by an incident in Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's story, The Us Go Riff you all.

Music is by Dean Paults.

Mr. Rathbone appears at the courtesy of Metrogolwood Mayor,

and Mr. Bruce through the courtesy of Universal Pictures, where they are now starring in the Sherlock Holmes series.

The Petri wine company of San Francisco, California, invites you to tune in again next week,

same time, same station.

Sherlock Holmes comes to you from our Hollywood studio.

This is Harry Bartel saying good night for the three families.

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