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Mad.
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You finished, sir?
Yes.
Get out the Thompson fire, Wilkins.
You know that hatchet killer.
Can I get a copy of the case file?
Yes, sir.
Take a look, Wilkins.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Mr. Holmes did a neat bit of work on that case,
don't you think, sir?
Might I remind you, Wilkins,
Very good, sir.
Crime seems to be falling off in London this week, sir.
It's been a dull week.
Yes, it's so dull I'm going to do something about it.
What, sir?
I'm going to visit our old friend, Sherlock Holmes.
I've noticed that when we've got no crime, he has.
A beautiful girl having hallucinations.
A worried housekeeper.
An austere stepfather, a heartbroken boy.
A gloomy old house in a quiet section of London.
That was one of the most bizarre and terrifying cases
ever to challenge the talents of my extraordinary friend,
Sherlock Holmes.
We were plunged into it one drowsy day in mid-September
when murder, sudden and brutal, came calling.
What was that?
I got a shot in the street.
Stand back there.
Stand back.
What's happened to your passenger?
He's dead, sir.
Dead?
True enough.
He's been shot.
What's going on here?
This man in the carriage, Inspector.
Short he was, sir.
All right, let's stand back here, please.
Stand back, please.
Stand back.
Let's move along here, please.
Please.
Stand back, please.
Move along here, please.
Please stand back.
Move along here, please.
Move along.
Officer.
Yes, sir.
You take charge here.
Yes, sir.
All right, Travers.
What do you know about this?
I don't know.
I was, we were.
We were about to have a visitor.
Where?
What do you mean, where?
Yes, a young man, but he was murdered
before he reached here.
Murdered?
How do you know?
Let's move along, please.
Move along.
Fall over.
Move along, please.
Oh, hello, Mr. Straight.
I've been expecting you.
I didn't know myself I was coming
here until a few minutes ago.
I suppose you also know why I came here?
Murder.
Both Dr. Watson and I heard the shot, sir.
I observed part of the proceedings
through the binoculars.
This was found in his pocket.
Sherlock Holmes, 221B Baker Street.
Hmm.
It was obviously employed by a tea and spice merchant.
The aroma is unmistakable, eh, Watson?
Oh, unmistakable.
The boy's wallet gave us some further information.
His name was James Winant.
He lived at number five, Crestwood Place.
He was employed by Stackhurst and Durham,
tea and spice merchants.
Stackhurst.
Does the name mean something to you, Holmes?
Well, it should.
Stackhurst and Durham appears in almost every tin
of tea sold in England.
What was young Winant's business with you, Holmes?
Winant.
Durham.
Ah.
I've never heard of Winant before.
Were you able to ascertain anything from the cabbie?
No, one of the passersby heard him say, the singing violin.
The singing violin?
No, that can't mean anything, I'm sure.
Can't mean anything, Lestrade.
Well, now, of course not.
Get your hat, Watson.
Where are we going, Holmes?
To interview the murderer of Jimmy Winant, of course.
You mean to say you know who killed him?
Of course I do.
Don't you?
Might I inquire who lives in this dreary monument
to great wealth?
Guy Durham.
Durham.
Wasn't he one of the partners of the firm
that employed young Winant?
Yes, the only surviving member.
Stacker's died 15 years ago.
Holmes, you said we were going to visit Winant's murderer.
I did.
Yes?
Good morning.
I'm Sherlock Holmes, and this is Dr. Watson.
I'd like a word with Mr. Guy Durham.
Here is my card.
I'll tell him, for all the good it'll do.
He left word he doesn't want to be disturbed.
I'm afraid he's not going to be.
Come in.
Oh, permit me, madam, to congratulate
you on your new position.
Thank you.
Who's at the door?
Excuse me.
How did you know?
Well, she was unfamiliar with the position
of the curtain call.
She obviously hasn't been employed here very long.
Oh, obviously.
I'm sorry, sir, but Mr. Durham can't come.
Oh.
What is the meaning of this?
I'm sorry, sir.
They pushed in before I could stop them.
I must apologize for this intrusion, Mr. Durham,
but it's imperative that I speak to you.
Oh, very well.
As long as you're here, what do you want?
I take it you are Sherlock Holmes.
At your service, sir.
And this is my friend and colleague, Dr. Watson.
Pleasure, sir.
How do you do?
Uh, sit down.
I regret to inform you that I am not
the owner of the property.
I regret to say that I am the bearer of bad tidings,
Mr. Durham.
Your prospective son-in-law was murdered not two hours ago.
What?
Wynandt murdered?
But Holmes, you're...
The engagement announcement of Miss Betty Durham
and Mr. James Wynandt was published in the Times
not two days ago.
Mr. James Wynandt was on his way to see me
when he was ambushed and shot.
Mr. Wynandt, you are not the owner of the property.
I'm afraid you are not the owner of the property.
So I'm afraid I cannot see you about.
Don't you know Mr. Durham?
No.
Then perhaps Miss Betty, your stepdaughter, I believe.
Yes, Betty is my stepdaughter.
I adopted her when I married her mother.
Perhaps she might be able to provide some information.
I am sorry.
This morning, under the advice of her doctor,
I sent her away for a complete rest.
Moreover, it is best under her present mental condition
that she should remain in ignorance of Wynandt's death.
Oh, that's most unfortunate.
Probably the excitement of her forthcoming marriage
brought on an emotional upset.
Not only probably, doctor, but true.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I regret I cannot be
of any more help to you.
Oh, Mr. Durham, what is the name and address
of your former housekeeper?
Why do you ask?
Well, housekeepers are rather hard to come by these days.
If she hasn't already found a new position,
I'd like to employ her.
I prefer not to recommend my former housekeeper.
I had to discharge her for theft.
Good morning, gentlemen.
Well, excuse me, that leads me out of here,呲
You believe Durham is the murderer, Holmes?
Yes.
Why are you so sure?
Well fifteen years ago, Horace Stackhurst died in extremely mysterious circumstances.
Stackhurst? Would that be the Stackhurst of Durham's firm?
The same. Shortly after Stackhurst's death, his widow married Durham.
And the widow is Betty's mother, I presume?
Indeed she was.
But the mother herself died within a year, and Betty inherited a great fortune.
Durham was appointed guardian until such time as Betty married.
Oh, I'm beginning to understand.
Tell me, Holmes, have you solved the mystery of women's dying words yet?
The singing violin? Oh, well that's really very easy to explain. What's another d...
Ah, here we are.
It was just like Holmes to leave me in the middle of an unfinished explanation bursting with curiosity.
But there was nothing I could do about it except wait for his return.
I waited up for him until midnight.
Finally retired, I'd sing him.
And when I awoke the next morning, he was already gone.
I didn't see him again until shortly before ten o'clock.
Where have you been? Do you mind going to the window, Watson? What? I've got a surprise for you.
Oh, go on. All right.
Not yet, Watson. Now turn around.
Now keep looking into the street.
That's better.
Now. It won't be a minute now.
All right. Turn around.
Well, Watson?
A singing violin.
Well, that's fantastic.
Yes, a fiend with a diabolical mind, our Mr. Durham.
Soap on the bow so that no sound should come from it, and this.
Come along, Watson.
Where to?
To complete a plan which this time only you can effect.
All right. After you.
Ha ha, John Murdoch!
So I found you at last, eh?
What?
You've been making advances to my wife.
And I am going to thrash you with an inch of your life!
Wait a minute.
You've got the wrong man.
Don't you lie to me!
I'm not John Murdoch, I tell you.
Oh, there's a lunatic loose.
I'll smite your last smile, my boy, you dirty bum.
My answer is final, Durham.
I didn't mind certifying your stepdaughter as insane.
But I draw the line at murder.
If you want her killed, do it yourself.
Very well, Marino. I will.
But you will have to sign the death certificate.
That I'll do.
An overdose of morphia would be the best way.
I'll prepare a hypodermic for you.
She's under sedation now.
And shouldn't give you any trouble.
What room is she in?
Number four.
Something's happening out there.
Let it wait.
Give me the hypodermic.
We'll get to that.
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Well, of course, Watson, I knew Betty was in danger when Durham mentioned Marina.
I met him before and knew he wasn't a doctor but a charlatan.
Tell me, Watson, how did Betty take the news of Jimmy's death?
It came as a terrible shock to her, I'm afraid.
Poor girl broke down completely.
Well, she's young. She'll recover.
And youth has a way of overcoming tragedy.
Oh, confound it! I completely forgot that I soaped this bow.
It'll be days before I can play again.
Really?
A wonderful invention, sir.
It has so many uses.
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