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04 Sherlock Holmes And The
Secret Weapon English.

Shh, he's here.

You gentlemen look like
educated men of good taste.

I have here some rare
old first editions.

He's not bothering us.
I'm interested in his books.

Okay.

- Light beer.
- Oui Monsieur.

Now here are the complete works
of William Shakespeare,

an old German writer.

- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.

We move tonight.

Orders from Berlin.

Dr. Tobel is to be across
the border before dawn.

But we'd had orders not
to break into his house

and he hides there.

Hasn't been outside in weeks.

The Fuhrer wants no trouble with
Switzerland at this moment.

We must be very careful.

If we can't break in,
he won't come out?

When the Fuhrer needs something as
badly as he needs the Tobel bomb sight

there is always a way.

Dr. Tobel is interested
in my scientific volumes.

He's seen my forged Swiss papers

and he believes
I come from Lutzen.

No gentlemen.
The price is much too low.

I could not possibly sell such
a rare book for such a price.

I will induced Dr. Tobel
to come and visit to my shop.

It's the fastest way.

You're interested in this book,

a rare old set of
Bismarck papers.

One last warning.

I've just had word from Berlin.

The English spy hunter
will try to take Dr. Tobel

from under our very eyes.

They are sending a stupid,
bumbling amateur detective.

His name is Holmes, or Homes
or some such foolishness.

He'll never escape
from Switzerland alive.

Now quick.

Get me thrown out of here

and watch for my signal
from Dr. Tobel's window.

But gentlemen you promised
to buy one of books.

I told you no.

Ah, stop bothering us.

They are not so great prices.

French, English,
how I hate those languages.

Calm yourself, my dear Braun.

In a short time there will be
only one language.

Good evening, Dr. Tobel.

I have here some very
interesting scientific books.

I thought you might
like to see them.

Please come in.

He's entering the house.

Quickly, get the car
and have the motor running.

I will follow.

Heir X will have the
Tobel bomb sight to the Fuhrer

while this Holmes
is still having his tea.

What are you doing?

I am sorry

but for months every move
I have made has been watched.

I am not a coward, Mr. Holmes.

They won't watch you any more.

Tonight they intend to take you
forcibly across the German border.

Then why do we wait here
doing nothing

like rats in a trap.

Calm yourself,
my dear Dr. Tobel.

We should not only
escape their trap

but we should also take
the cheese away with us.

But... but how?

The four sections
of your bomb sight

fit inside these
ponderous tombs,

although I must confess that

I shy to the thought of disembowelling
a complete set of Charles Dickens.

Ah, but you cannot hide
me in a hollow book.

My dear fellow.

I'm sorry that my good friend
Dr. Watson isn't here to explain to you

that are my preparations
are never slipshod.

Stephan, Eric.

Why do you call my servants?

Your servants, yes,

but tonight they assume
new roles.

Let me present Dr. Tobel and
our old friend, the bookseller.

Holmes, it is so simple.

Yes, the obvious
always appears simple.

Quick now. We must leave.

Stephan, the knapsack.

Stephan, and Eric are
proving excellent decoys.

And the Gestapo has been fooled?

Completely.

Your servants are leading them
into the next street.

But what will happen to
Stephan and Eric?

Nothing, don't worry.

I've taken care of that.

The way is clear.
Come on. Quick.

You would take
the Nazis own car?

One must adept oneself
to the tools at hand.

You think you've made them believe
you're a harmless old bookseller.

Yes, I've always felt that a
thorough knowledge of the classics

might come in handy.

But how can we get
across the border

and through France?

There's no need to get across.

This very moment a Royal Air
Force plane is waiting for us

at the secret landing place.

How long before we
arrive in London?

In a very few minutes.
We're passing over Dover now.

Thank you.

You'll have to get used to our
London blackouts, Dr. Tobel.

Hmm.

Dr. Watson's.
A very untidy fellow.

And what... what are we
going to do with, with these?

A problem of the most elementary
nature, my dear Dr. Tobel.

You aren't going
to keep them here?

I have always believed
in the theory

originally projected by Edgar
Allen Poe, the American writer,

that the best place
to hide anything

is where everyone can see it.

- Yes, but...
- You will remember no doubt

in Poes story
The Purloined Letter.

The missing in question
was always in plain view.

Hands up, gentlemen.

Scotland Yard, quick.

Oh, my goodness.

Good evening, Mrs. Hudson.

Oh, why it's Mr. Holmes.

Holmes!

Hello, Watson old fellow,

it's good to see you again.

Telephone.

Huh? Who do you want?

Oh yes, you're Scotland Yard.

I'm afraid there's been
a little mistake.

No need to get angry.

We all make mistakes at times.

What?

Well, if we didn't
you'd be out of a job.

Dr. Tobel, this is my
friend and associate

and as you may observed
my watchdog, Dr. Watson.

- How do you do, sir?
- How do you do?

Dr. Tobel and I flew in
from Zurich this evening.

You can put that thing
away now, Watson.

Dr. Tobel

awarded the maximum request
for physics in 1939.

My dear Watson,
there is only one Dr. Tobel.

Without Mr. Holmes there would have
been no Dr. Tobel I am afraid.

But I thought you were
living in America, sir.

I have been working in Switzerland
for the past two years.

And Holmes got you out?

In the nick of time.

There was not a point
he overlooked.

Every contingency was
foreseen and provided for.

It was magnificent.

Thank you, doctor.

The problem was not without
its interesting points.

Is there anything you
would like, Mr. Holmes?

No thank you, Mrs. Hudson.
You can go to bed now.

He gave me an awful fright
dressed up like that.

Well, good night, sir.

She's quite right.

You can't blame me for jumping
to the conclusions I did.

He looked like a
broken down musician.

Holmes, why didn't you take
your fiddle with you?

I never did think much of
this dressing up business.

It was necessary, I assure you.

- The Gestapo was close on our heels.
- Oh, really?

This is Sherlock Holmes.

I want to speak to
Sir Reginald Bailey please.

Reginald Bailey?

Is that the fellow who played
rugby for Black Heath?

- Yes, Watson.
- Oh.

Hello, Sir Reginald?

Holmes speaking.

Yes, from Bakers Street.

I have Dr. Tobel with me.

Well, thank you.

Very well then,
I'll meet you in half an hour.

And there must be no delay.

I'll arrange with Sir Reginald to
have the test tomorrow morning.

I suggest that
only cabinet ministers

- and your best aviation experts be present.
- Naturally.

Watson, I leave Dr. Tobel in
your care. Give him a sedative.

This has been strenuous business

and he has a long day
ahead of him again tomorrow.

Certainly Holmes, of course.

He shall sleep in my bedroom.

- I'll keep watch till you return.
- Thank you.

It is not necessary to guard
me. I am quite safe now.

Safe Dr. Tobel?

I shouldn't count on it
for a second.

- But Mr. Holmes...
- A great deal may depend on your safety

and the enemy understands that
just as well as we do.

Good night.

- Keep alert, Watson.
- Yes, sir, of course.

A couple of these and you'll
sleep peacefully through a blitz.

Thank you.

You better start undressing
at once

or you'll find yourself fast asleep in
the middle of taking off your trousers.

Well, I'll sit over here
and keep an eye on things.

Oh, by the way,
if you're nervous call out.

- Good night, doctor.
- Good night, doctor.

How funny. Both thinking the
same thing at the same time.

- Good night, doctor.
- Good night, doctor.

Hang on a sec.

Huh. Untidy fellow Holmes.

Hello?

Yes, I just arrived
about an hour ago.

It is most important
that I see you at once.

No, no.

I cannot explain.

It is now five minutes
past midnight.

I leave at once.

Goodbye.

Holmes, I don't have to tell
you how much this means to us.

We'll know a great deal more
about the bomb sight

after the demonstration,
Sir Reginald.

The war office have a pretty
good idea of the value

of the Tobel bomb sight,

just as the Nazis have.

However...

Oh, if you care to place
Dr. Tobel under the

- protection of Scotland Yard until tomorrow.
- No, no, no.

No, that won't be necessary.

I shall personally deliver
Dr. Tobel

to your representatives
on Salisbury Plain

- in plenty of time for the demonstration.
- Thank you.

Good night, Sir Reginald.

Good night, Mr. Holmes.

Charlotte Eberli, Flat B.

Right.

Get the car ready.

I'll wait here
until he comes out.

Is that what the Americans
call doodling?

It is more serious than you could
possibly realize, Charlotte.

Good.

More coffee?

No thank you, darling.

I must get back
before they miss me.

We've been separated
for so long.

I couldn't bear it if anything
should part us again.

I want to work with you

and I want to know
every minute where you are.

Even for you to know the
details of my mission in London

is to sign your death warrant.

If you are in real danger
I want to share it.

There is one thing you can do.

Guard this envelope.

If anything happens to me

see that it reaches the hands
of Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Yes.

I pray I never have to
deliver it.

Help!

He got away.

Are you all right, sir?

I... I think so.

It must have been a robber.

Yeah, since the blackouts

those blighters have become
quite a nuisance, sir.

I say, you better come with me
and have that fixed up.

Uh, thank you.

Just lean on my arm. That's it.

Watson!

- Watson, wake up.
- Huh?

Where's Tobel.

- He, he, he's there.
- No he isn't. He's gone.

That's impossible.
He's asleep in my bed.

I've been here the whole time.

If any thing's happened to him...

Tobel, you all right?

Ah, it is nothing.

Here Sit down here.

Let's have a look.

Well, it doesn't look too bad.

- Who patched you up, the police doctor?
- Yes.

It looks as if
you've been attacked.

Obviously, my dear Watson.

Dr. Tobel,

do you suspect the woman
of arranging the trap?

Woman? What woman?

She's blonde.
Five foot six, full lipped

- and very affectionate.
- Oh, really?

You've known her
for a long time.

You were attacked
after leaving her apartment.

Holmes, how do you know this?

The face powder around your
coat tells me of her height

and her affection for you.

You held her close
before departing.

Huh. Steady, Holmes.

It's all there for the trained
eye to read, Watson?

But look here. Why couldn't
he have been attacked

on his way to
the woman's apartment?

The mark of the blow
has erased some of the powder.

Obviously,
if the attack came first

the powder would have
remained undisturbed.

And the full lips
that was a guess.

I never guess, Watson.

You have rubbed the
lipstick from your face

with a handkerchief
you now hold in your hand

and that amount of lipstick never
came from a pair of thin lips.

And the blonde hair?

Good gracious me.

Mr. Holmes, I am glad
you are on my side.

Well, in that case
you will desist

from disobeying my orders
and slipping out

while your bodyguard
sleeps his watch away.

It won't happen again, Holmes.

- I was sitting in front of the fire and must have dozed.
- All right, All right.

Oh, sorry.

Now, can you describe
your assailant?

I never saw him.

A great figure
came at me in the dark.

I felt a stunning blow
on my head and,

and instantly fingers
were at my throat.

But you must have noticed
something about him. Think man.

A thing of little consequence to
you may mean a great deal to me.

Wait. Wait a moment.

There was one thing.

Long fingers at my
throat like... like steel.

And then,

then a... an odour,
a heavy drug-like odour.

A drug? Opium?

That is it. I am sure of it now.

Well, I suggest we get the
remains of a good night sleep.

Remember, the test takes place
tomorrow morning on Salisbury Plain.

The principal of
Dr. Tobel's device

involves the use of
three sonic beams.

Is that right, sir?

That appears to be it.

There he is.

We're on the course now, sir.

Well gentlemen,

that load would sink
any ship in the world.

We must consider the possibility
of good piloting and a lucky hit.

I'd like to see
another try of it.

So would I.

They want you to try again, sir.

He's coming into
position now, sir.

We're on the course now, sir.

Well gentlemen, how do you
like the bomb sight now?

Marvellous.

We'll revolutionize
the aerial bombardment.

Inspector Lestrade.

Yes, Sir Reginald.

I hope Scotland Yard
is taking every precaution

to guard Dr. Tobel
and his equipment.

Two plain-clothes men
ride with him in his car, sir.

- And four others follow in another one, sir.
- Good.

He's coming to my office in
Whitehall as soon as he lands.

Well, shall we start, gentlemen?

Well, here he is gentlemen.

- Congratulations, sir.
- It was excellent.

Amazing performance.

It was magnificent, Dr. Tobel.
Magnificent.

I am glad we had such
ideal conditions for the test.

I wouldn't have believed it
if I hadn't seen it myself.

We've been through a lot, Holmes

but thank goodness
he's safe now.

You brought your
apparatus with you?

No, Sir Reginald. I did not.

But why not?

It must be lodged in the most
impregnable vault in this building

until we're ready
to start manufacture.

I have arranged for a
little office of my own.

I intend to supervise
the manufacture myself.

But you...

You offered it to our
government for our use.

Everything Mr. Holmes has done
has been with that ideal in view.

I still offer it
to your government

but no one else will know
the secrets involved.

I have devised the plan
to guard my invention,

a plan as intricate
as the bomb sight itself.

- If you imagined for one moment...
- Please.

I will not change my mind,
Sir Reginald.

I am taking the matter
into my own hands.

Just what do you propose
to do, Dr. Tobel.

I am sorry.

I cannot reveal the details
of my plan for the present.

Do you think that's wise?

I regret gentlemen.
I cannot change my decision.

I shall work independently.

Can't you persuade him, Holmes?

But supposing something should
happen to you, Dr. Tobel.

You know, there's already been
one attempt on your life.

And if Holmes'
suspicions are right?

Quiet, Watson.

There is no use
discussing it, gentlemen.

My mind is made up.

Scotland Yard will redouble
the guard about you, doctor.

In fact we'll quadruple it.

- That is just what I do not wish done, inspector.
- Huh?

That would only draw attention
to my activities.

Good day, gentlemen.

Just the same

I'll have my men watching him
every moment from now on.

No, no wait, Lestrade.

We must not offend Dr. Tobel.

We must remember that he,
as a citizen of Switzerland,

is under no obligation
to give us his invention.

We must do as he asks.

- Now don't you agree, Holmes?
- To be sure, Sir Reginald.

I'm not officially connected
with the government

- and I intend to remain on the case.
- Good, good.

That is if Inspector Lestrade
doesn't mind.

Not at all, Mr. Holmes.

- We're always glad to have you hanging around.
- Thank you.

You can put those away now,
Lestrade.

Hoffner,
I am entrusting this to you

because first of all
you are a Swiss

and second there is no doubt
in my mind of your ability.

I am honoured, Dr. Tobel.

I have divided the mechanism of
my invention into four units.

Each is meaningless
without the others.

- You have delivered the other three?
- Yes.

No one but myself knows the
identity of the four scientists

working on the four units.

Their names are not even
known to each other.

I think I understand.

From what you tell me

it will be easy to reproduce
the unit assigned to me

in any quantity you wish.

I knew I could rely on you.

I will get in touch with you

as soon as I have made
the rest of my arrangements.

No, no.

The back door if you please,
Professor Hoffner.

- Au revoir.
- Au revoir.

Hello.

Yes, Lestrade.

Oh.

Very well.

What is it, Holmes?

Just as I feared.

Lestrade's men report
that Tobel is missing.

Missing?

Yes, I was afraid of this.

How long has he been missing?

Practically since he walked
out of your office yesterday.

If he'd only given the
address of this place

I shouldn't have had to
waste so much time finding it.

- Empty.
- The bomb sight's gone.

I didn't expect to find here,
Sir Reginald.

This is a pretty mess.

If you knew this was
going to happen

why the devil didn't you
do something about it?

You can rely on Holmes
implicitly, Sir Reginald.

Tobel is gone and
heaven alone knows where.

It serves me right for listening
to that half-brained idea of his,

He dismissed Lestrade's men
and they went

leaving him here alone
and unguarded.

Holmes, if anything
has happened to Tobel,

if his invention falls
into the hands of Germany,

it will be a major disaster
for England.

Christmas wrapping.

He did his Christmas shopping
in plenty of time.

Yes, curious.

Do you... do you note
something, Holmes?

Scent.

Perfume.

Yes. I noticed it the moment
we entered the room.

Claire de Lune.

One of the rarer essences
and very expensive.

That woman again.

Undoubtedly.

Get me Inspector Lestrade.

Sherlock Holmes calling.

So Holmes is finally stumped.

First time I've heard him
call for help.

Call for help indeed.

He's only just beginning
his investigation.

Lestrade? This is Holmes.

Check the records

and trace a call made on my
private telephone of Bakers Street

approximately twelve o'clock

on the night of Dr. Tobel's
arrival in London.

Finally stumped,
hey Sir Reginald.

Yes, Lestrade? Wait a minute.

Charlotte Eberli,

34

St. George's Street,

Flat B.

Excellent, Lestrade.

Thank you.

Where is Dr. Tobel?

I can't tell you.

You mean, you won't tell me?

I don't know.

How many Christmas packages did
you take to him, Ms. Eberli?

Five.

He dismantled his bomb sight

and packed the units
in four of the boxes.

Is that correct?

Pardon me.

Hello.

Yes.

This is Miss Eberli.

Why... why someone
must have stolen it.

On Richmond Bypass?

Yes. Yes, I'll arrange
to have it removed.

Yes. At once.

Now I can be frank with you,
Mr. Holmes.

Dr. Tobel has disappeared.

They found my car
on Richmond Bypass wrecked.

I loaned it to him last night.

For what purpose, Miss Eberli?

He wouldn't tell me,

but he said that if anything
should happen to him

I was to give you this.

Holmes.

Then he must have
expected something.

Yes.

This envelope has been
opened and resealed.

But that is in impossible.

It hasn't been out of my hands.

- "We meet again, Mr. Holmes!"
- What?

Why that's not the message.

It isn't even the same paper.

I saw Dr. Tobel
draw little sets of figures.

What kind of figures?

Well they... they looked like
little dancing men.

Dancing men? That's curious.

Who's been in this apartment

since Dr. Tobel entrusted
that envelope to your care?

Why no one.

I've had no visitors.

Think. Possibly a tradesman.

No.

Only the one for a few minutes.

And that one?

A workman.
He came to fix my light switch.

- He couldn't have possibly...
- Did you send for him?

Why no.

My lights went out and soon
afterwards he knocked at my door

and told me the porter
had sent him up.

That's where he worked.

But he wasn't alone in this
room more than five minutes

and he did fix the lights.
They went on again.

The switch hasn't been touched.

The paint still covers
the screw heads.

He simply threw the main switch
in the basement,

pretended to work on this one

and after a few moments

an accomplice threw
the main switch back on.

- But in those few minutes...
- Did you get a look at his face?

No, only a glance.

Now I realize
he kept his face averted.

- But he was a large man?
- Yes, he was large.

His eyes, heavy lidded,
a thin film over the pupils.

- Then Holmes you really think...
- I remember now.

His eyes,
they were like a snake's.

Miss Eberli,

Dr. Tobel is being held by one of the most
brilliant men in the history of crime.

Come on, Watson.
There isn't a moment to lose.

Goodbye, Miss Eberli.

Oh. Goodbye, Miss Eberli.

I don't see why
I'm not allowed to go with you.

You have your own mission,
Watson.

Yes, to take a sealed note to Inspector
Lestrade while you search through holes.

I shall not be searching
for him.

I shall permit him
to find me in the character

of a murderous lascar
once in his employ

and whom I may add
is still in jail.

Yes, but after all these years.

Make no mistake, Watson.

This is not a duel of intellects

or the cruel but
single-minded Gestapo killer.

This is our greatest problem

with England as the stake

and our antagonist,
Professor Moriarity.

You've got to beat him.

Once he's behind bars

I think I shall entitle my
memoirs of these adventures,

The End of Moriarity.

An excellent title, Watson,

but we must arrange
that it isn't Moriarity

- who's left to write the memoirs.
- Huh?

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Way hay up she rises,

Way hay up she rises,
Early in the morning.

Way hay up she rises,
Way hay up she rises,

Way hay up she rises,
Early in the morning.

Way hay up she rises,
Way hay up she rises,

Way hay up she rises,
Early in the morning.

Way hay up she rises,
Way hay up she rises...

Ramsing.

Who know Ramsing?

I do, you blooming wharf rat.

You've been in jail, ain't ta?

How you know?

I've heard from the blighter

what left you to swing
instead of him.

You know who I'm mean, Matey.

I know.

I'll have to kill him.

Would it be worth
ten pounds to you?

You know where he live?

For ten pound I know.

I only got two.

Goodbye, Matey.

Five.

Ten pounds or nothing
you lying heathen.

You dirty...

Well, it ain't so much to ask,
for what you want to know.

You make good bargain.

That does it.

Well?

- You remember Angel's Court.
- Huh.

Then follow your nose
through the alley

till you come to
Jed Brady's carpenter shop.

He can tell you where the
blighter is at this very moment.

- You come too.
- Me?

- If you lie...
- All right, mister. I'll come along with you.

Easy, Matey, easy.

Follow me.

Please, governor.

I hadn't had nothing
to eat for two days.

Ah, go away.

Who's there?

Peg leg.

Who's this bloke?

He's a bloodthirsty heathen

but has good money
to spend for information.

What's he want to know?

He give me five pounds
to bring him to someone

what could tell him the
whereabouts of you know who.

You no tell me I cut two throat.

Cost you another fiver.

Five pound more, eh?

You pay him.

Me?

Come on you.

Come on, pay him.

All right.

I'll tell you all right I will,

the truth and that's a fact.

The blight is in
Davey Jones' locker

and feeding the fishes he is,

deader than a blinking mackerel.

Now ain't that worth a fiver?

I tell you he's alive.

And I say he's been dead
these many years.

You're lying!

Easy there, Jack Brady.

I would say you were wrong and
Mr. Sherlock Holmes was correct.

Good evening,
Professor Moriarity.

Welcome, Holmes.

My men have the instructions

to bring anybody here
who inquires for me.

They haggled while I watch,

an admirable disguise
by the way.

It fooled them completely.

Of course, it didn't fool me.

I never intended that it should.

I meant only that it
should bring us face to face.

Just like old times, eh?

The battle of wits
of superior intellects.

I may say
I've been expecting you

since I made off with
your precious Dr. Tobel.

- And his code.
- Ah yes.

And his code.

But valuable as your doctor
and his code are to my business

I think my main interest
in this affair

is the chance it gives me
to battle with you again.

Moriarity,

this is no simple crime
that you contemplate.

It's a staggering blow
against your own country.

That doesn't concern me overly.

I should make greater profits
from this affair

than all my other adventures
put together.

- Then you refuse?
- Oh, most assuredly.

In fact, I intend to insure the
success of this venture tonight

by liquidating you, Mr. Holmes.

- I think that is the American phrase.
- Quite.

You are the one man intelligent
enough to stand in my way.

Huh, a gun.

Oh, come now.

This is not the Professor Moriarity,
the master criminal I once knew.

A dock rat could do as much.

Did you think I was going to
shoot you, Mr. Holmes?

Oh, oh. Dear me, no.

This is simply to prevent
a troublesome scene.

I expected you,
and made full arrangements.

You see, my good Mr. Holmes,

these shelves lift out

and you will rest
somewhat uncomfortably

in the false bottom
of this sea chest.

My sailor friend, Jack Brady,
goes to sea immediately.

Once out of sight of land
he pushes the chest overboard.

Tie him up.

Perhaps your good friend,
Dr. Watson,

can entitle this adventure,
The End of Sherlock Holmes.

He will be disappointed.

He intended to call it,
The End of Professor Moriarity.

Hurry.

Aye, sir.

Brilliant man Sherlock Holmes.

Too bad he was honest.

The one-legged man,

he takes Mr. Holmes
right to that carpenter shop.

He knocks on the door.

A man comes out and in they go.

Thank you, George.
We'll take over the watch.

- Good night, Dr. Watson.
- Good night.

What does Mr. Holmes hope to
accomplish by this masquerade?

He hopes to frighten Moriarity

into rushing Tobel
into another hiding place.

Moriarity's dead, I tell you.

Look out.

Over here, quick.

- Hey, just a minute.
- Who's there?

- What have you got there?
- Who's asking?

- Scotland Yard.
- Scot...

Half a moment, governor,
I'll show you me papers.

There you are.

There you are, governor.

I'm Jack Brady,
ship's carpenter.

Shipping out tonight
in the convoy,

destination unknown.

Me pal here is helping me
get the chest aboard.

- Make him open it, Lestrade.
- Yes, go on.

All right, governor,

see for yourself.

There is nothing here, doctor.

Just a couple of simple
seafaring men.

- All right, get on with it.
- Thank you, governor.

Come on now. Easy does it.

Right there.

Good night, my Lordships.

Told you it was
a lot of nonsense.

I don't understand.

That thing must weight a ton.
Look at that man staggering.

You've hit on something, doctor.

A few tools wouldn't take
that much energy.

We've just looked inside.

On the top only.
There might be a false bottom.

Hey you, you stop there.

Stop or I'll shoot!

- Great Scott, Holmes.
- Well I'll be blowed.

You're not hurt.

No,

- but you needn't have yelled at them so abruptly.
- Huh?

- They dropped me on my head.
- Oh.

Moriarity would have
been delighted.

So Professor Moriarity is alive.

Alive and in possession of
Dr. Tobel's code.

No point going back,
they've all gone.

Then what are you going to do?

Well, first I'm going to wash
this filthy stuff off my face

and then I'm going to see
Miss Eberli again.

I've got to find some clue to the
content of Dr. Tobel's message.

Come along, quick.

I only got one glimpse of the
note while he was preparing it.

He was seated at this desk?

No, he was sitting on the couch
when he wrote the message

but he sealed the envelope here.

The message was written
in ink with this pen?

No he used a pencil. This one.

Thank you.

- He used this writing pad?
- Yes.

- Has it been used since?
- No.

It should be here.
It must be here.

What, Mr. Holmes.

The lead in this pencil is hard,

hard enough to make an
impression on the course fibres

of which this paper is made.

Impressions at the moment
are invisible.

If we immerse this sheet in the
solution of florescent salts,

dry it and then photograph it
by ultraviolet light

the fibres broken by the writing

will absorbed less of the solution
than other parts of the paper.

Switch off the lights, Watson.

We place the slide
in the projector

and turn on the light.

The broken fibres appear darker
than the rest of the paper

and therefore visible.

Splendid, Holmes.

Now I recognize that code.

Do you remember a case
we had some years ago?

- It's partly the same, alphabet substitution code.
- Yes, Watson.

I believe Dr. Tobel meant to
communicate with us by that means.

Substitution of the alphabet?
I don't understand.

My dear, one of the oldest
codes in use

is based on the repetition
of figures.

E is a letter most used
in the British language

therefore the figure most used
probably in this message is e.

T-A-O-I-N.

Follow in that order
of frequency.

You mean you can read these figures as
if they were letters of the alphabet.

Elementary, my dear Miss Eberli.

Give me one minute
and you shall have the message.

And what is the message, Watson?

This fellow Tobel must have
been pulling our legs.

There's a lot of gibberish.

I-Y-Z-O-M-T-H-K.

Reads like an
eye doctor's chart.

Dr. Tobel is
a brilliant scientist.

I saw immediately that
he wouldn't send us a message

so simple to decipher.

Neither would he have fixed these
top figures without a meaning.

Then it isn't the alphabet
substitution code.

Yes it is, Watson, but with a
very clever variation.

You see the one, two,
three figures

means that we skip letters
in that order.

In other words, observe, Watson.

The first letter, which is I
skips one, becomes J.

The second letter, Y,
skips two and becomes A

and the third skips three
and becomes C.

J-A-C.

J-A-C-O-B, D-U-R-R-E-R.

Jacob Durrer, a Swiss scientist
and friend of Dr. Tobel's.

P-A-L-A-C-E, C-R-E-S...

Palace Crescent.

Right.

I say, Holmes, this man,
Durrer, must be important.

Obviously, Watson.

He must have some connection
with the bomb sight

or Tobel wouldn't have
taken so much trouble

to see that I got his name.

Take down the rest
of the message.

J-O-S-E-P-H, Joseph.

E-M-D-D-I-A-C,

number four
doesn't make any sense.

He must have used
some other variations.

Four names and addresses,

Jacob Durrer,
Professor Fallow, Dr. Kern

and this forth infernal cipher
which doesn't get the code.

Christmas boxes.

Watson, I'm beginning
to see the plan.

Dr. Tobel divided his bomb
sight into four parts

just as we brought it back
from Switzerland.

He's given one section
of the mechanism

to each of these
famous scientists.

What a fascinating plan.

You see each part is useless
without the other three

and undoubtedly, none of these
scientists is known to each other.

Professor Moriarity
also has the code

and we must allow
for his ability to decipher it.

We haven't time to break
the fourth code now.

We must get to the first three
men before Moriarity does.

- Palace Crescent first?
- Right.

I'll go and get a taxi.

Miss Eberli, will you please
wait here till we return?

Thank you.

Here, where are you going, sir?

Jacob Durrer live here?

Yes, but there's been a bit of
trouble, sir. So, you can't go in.

- Inspector Lestrade's orders.
- Oh.

Hey, just a minute, sir!

That's Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Oh, very sorry, sir.

- Dead?
- Dead as a door nail.

Mr. Holmes, how did you
know about this?

The Yard only got here
fifteen minutes ago.

We'd better hurry, Holmes.

There's still time
to save Fallow and Kern.

Too late, Watson.

- By this time, Fallow and Kelvin are dead too.
- What?

Deductions again, Mr. Holmes?

Facts, Inspector.

Oh, facts.

But how did you know about them?

Elementary, my dear Watson.

This man has been dead
for at least two hours

and Moriarity
isn't wasting any time.

Hello? This is Lestrade.

Put me on to Mackety.

Hello, Mackety?
Hello, this is Lestrade.

Do you know anything about
two men named...

Fallow and Kern.

Fallow and Kern?

What, both of them?

Oh.

Thank you.

The report only came in two
seconds before I telephoned.

What on earth are we
going to do, Holmes?

Moriarity's got a big start
and he's got the code?

Note this, Watson.

Scotland Yard reports
two murderers.

That makes three in all.

But there were four boxes
and four codes.

Obviously Moriarity hasn't
broken the fourth code either.

What is the name
of the fourth man?

I can't remember.

What is the name
of the fourth man?

I have forgotten.

What is the name
of the fourth man?

I don't know. I don't know!

What is the name
of the fourth man?

I can't remember!

What is the name
of the fourth man?

Holmes, don't you realize
what this means to England?

We not only lose
the Tobel bomb sight ourselves

but Germany gets it.

Coventry, Bath,
Plymouth, London.

And not to mention Norigno.

All over again
but with ten times the effect.

Don't you suppose I realize
that, Sir Reginald?

Don't you suppose
I'd give my life

to decode the last name
of that message?

Well, there must be
some solution.

Naturally, Watson.

I don't mean to be rude,
I need a drink.

I'm all in.
I can't think anymore.

All these letters and figures
running through my brain

all twisted around.

- Twisted around.
- Huh?

- That's it.
- That's what?

Twisted around you said.

It's so simple
I never thought of it.

Reverse the slide.

You see, gentlemen.

These figures are now identical
with the first three names.

In other words,

all the figures of
name number four

are written backwards
and read from right to left

until we reverse the slide

when they read correctly
from left to right.

Now let's work on it.
Pencil, Watson.

But, um, why would Dr. Tobel

want to reverse the figures
of number four?

An added precaution, Lestrade

in case the cipher should fall
into the wrong hands.

Quite a compliment to you,
Mr. Holmes.

I mean, Tobel taken for granted

that you would
recognize the difference.

Thank you.

Oh.

F-R-E-D-E-R-I-C-K,

H-O-F-F-N-E-R,

Frederick Hoffner.

S-L-O-A-N-E S-Q-U...

Sloane Square.

We must leave at once.

Wait a minute.

Information?

Will you please give me the
address of a Frederick Hoffner

in Sloane Square?

I'll break this code.

I'll find the name of that
fourth man before Holmes does.

There is not much more time.

The submarine is to pick us up
off Shanese in six hours.

I've beaten Holmes so far.

We don't need the
confounded submarine

with the bomber sight in tact.

But Tobel is unconscious again.

As last resort
we could abandon the code

and take Tobel to Germany.

We'll try Tobel again in here.

Wait.

Spilling that glass of water
was a very fortunate accident,

my dear street brawler.

Dr. Tobel's perversion of
the cipher was so simple

that it fooled us.

I was looking for
something ingenious.

This is ingenious.

He simply reversed the cipher.

F-R-E-D-E-R-I-C-K,

H-O-F-F-N-E-R,

S-L-O-A-N-E.

Frederick Hoffner,
Sloane Square.

Of course.

Hoffner would be the
perfect selection.

Then you want us
to tend to Hoffner?

No, we can use Hoffner.
He's a brilliant scientist.

If Dr. Tobel doesn't recover
from your persuasion,

Hoffner would be able
to put the four parts together.

You and Godfrey
will call on Hoffner

and you will bring him here

with the fourth section
of the bomb sight.

Hurry.

Put up your hands,
Professor Hoffner.

I'll take the box.

"We Meet again, Professor."

Sherlock Holmes.

An improvement on
the other make-up.

Don't you think so, Professor?

So you think you've
beaten me, Holmes?

I have.

The real Hoffner is safely
in the hands of Scotland Yard.

But I still have Tobel

and now I shall sell Germany
the inventor

instead of the invention.

You've learned nothing from him
in spite of all your torture

otherwise you wouldn't be
trying so desperately

to collect the four sections
of the bomb sight.

A keen observation,
my dear Holmes,

but observe further
that you are now in my hands

and I have profited
by my last mistake

by allowing underlings
to attend to you.

Holmes took my place

and while the Nazis
were inside with him

he instructed me to
attach a small apparatus

underneath their car.

He's a brilliant fellow, Holmes.

I helped him prepare
the apparatus.

Did you really, doctor?

That is I poured the luminous
paint when he told me to.

Very clever, Dr. Watson.

The apparatus drips
at regular intervals

leaving a trail
of luminous paint.

I see. Leading us to Moriarity
and Mr. Holmes.

Why are you so confident,
Professor?

Only a suggestion.

But how do you know
that Scotland Yard

isn't waiting to break in
at this very moment?

I selected this address
with special care.

No one can find it,
not even Scotland Yard.

Relax, Mr. Holmes.

There's no escape.

And I'd suddenly dash
to the window

and break it open
and shout to a passer-by.

There are no passers-by.

The glass in the window
is unbreakable

and the room is soundproof.

This is my stronghold, Holmes,

equipped with all the
modern conveniences

of a successful man
in my profession.

Sit down.

They faded out again, sir.

I don't understand, Lestrade.

It stopped

and then it started

and now it stopped again.

Maybe the apparatus broke down.

Oh, a suggestion, gentlemen.

At a crossroad back there

a car might have gone over
the spots of paint,

picked some up on the tires

and left this false trail.

Just what I was about to...

Suggest myself.

Very well. We'll try it.

Now Holmes, what will it be?

The gas chamber,
a cup of hemlock

or just a simple bullet
through your brain?

You disappoint me, professor.

Indeed.

Yes.

Somehow I always thought
that in the end

you'd prove to be
just an ordinary cut-throat.

You know me better, Holmes.

Gas, poison, bullets.

I assure you, professor,
were our position's reversed

I should have something
more colourful,

more imaginative to offer.

I'm satisfied to be the winner.
I shall be alive.

Alive, yes,

the winner, no,

for in the last analysis I shall have
proved the more resourceful man.

You didn't trap me here.

I came here because I wanted to,

to prevent your getting Hoffner

and all you can do in return
is to commit ordinary murder

to relieve your sense
of frustration.

And what, my good Mr. Holmes,

could you have conceived

that would have been
so much more colourful?

Well, even offhand

I can improve upon your
suggestions considerably,

but that's only natural
of course.

And what is this
brilliant idea of yours?

You know that a man dies if he
loses five pints of blood?

Yes, of course you do.

I should have you placed
on an operating table,

inject a needle into your veins and
slowly draw off your life's blood.

The needle to the last,
ay, Holmes?

Slowly, drop-by-drop

the blood would be drawn
from your body.

You would be aware of every
exquisite second to the very end.

You would be watching yourself
die scientifically

noting every reaction

and in full possession
of your faculties.

Interesting.

Yes, isn't it.

I humbly submit, professor,
that to the very end

I've been more resourceful
than yourself.

You've played into my hands,
Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Time and again I've used this place
as a haven for friends of mine

injured in alterations
with Scotland Yard.

I have a fully equipped
hospital here.

The trail goes this way,
inspector.

Drop by drop, Holmes.

Drop by drop.

Ah, in a way I'm almost sorry.

You were a stimulating
influence to me

but it was obvious that
I should win in the end.

Only a matter of moments now.

Take Tobel down to the boat.
Start the engine.

Closer to the end, Holmes.

Closer and closer.

Each second a few more drops
leave your desiccated body.

And you can feel me, can't you?

You're perfectly conscious
aren't you, Holmes?

I shall be conscious long after
you're dead, Moriarity.

Huh.

Still the same old swaggering
conceded Sherlock Holmes.

Wait.

If Moriarity hears a shot
he'll kill Holmes.

You keep an eye on the boat.

Don't make a move till
Dr. Watson and I get inside.

Understand?

You wait here,
Professor Hoffner.

Come on, doctor.

The water's this way.

Moriarity's rooms
must be up here.

I can't wait any longer, Holmes.

You'll have to forgive
the crudity my friend.

This is only the coups de gras.

Stand still, Moriarity.
You're done for.

Holmes!

On the contrary, inspector,
my men are outside.

It's you who are done for.

Really?

Just take a look out the window

and see for yourself.

He'll trying to get
to the speedboat.

- Yes, he won't go without Tobel.
- Come along.

Wait.

Here's Dr. Tobel, inspector.

He ain't too badly hurt.

Thank heavens for that.

Look after him will you Hoffner?

I'll take him to the car.

Well, I expected you
but not with my revolver.

You realize, of course, when I was
brought into the room blindfolded

- I heard the mechanism of this door.
- Of course.

And yet knowing that I'd heard it
you planned this way of escape.

Not very flattering to me.

Suicide, my dear professor.

Not at all, my dear Holmes.

You see this is not an
ordinary passageway.

Oh, my mistake.

It has been equally well prepared
as the rest of my humble quarters.

I have a trap set,

electric eye principle.

My passing through
will break the beam

and automatically open the
highly deceptive trap door

behind me, of course.

My pursuer,
meaning you my dear Holmes,

will then be plunged sixty feet
into the sewers below.

Holmes!

Ah!

Holmes.

Poor Moriarity.

I neglected to warn him.

It seems some careless person
came across his trap door

and left it open.

Come along, Watson.

Germany wanted
the Tobel bomb sight,

but will send her thousands
of them in our airplanes.

Yes, thanks to
Mr. Sherlock Holmes

and to Mrs. Tobel.

And, of course,
Inspector Lestrade.

Oh well, that's all right, Miss.

Things are looking up, Holmes.

This little island is
still on the map.

Yes.

This fortress
built by nature for herself,

this blessed plot,

this earth, this realm,

this England.