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Sutton,

Sutton,

Sutton
help me.

Help me Sutton.

Please help,

help,

help me Sutton.

Sutton help.

Don't let them
take me Sutton.

Help me Sutton,

Sutton.

Don't let them
take me Sutton.

Help me.

Help me Sutton.

Sutton help.

Please help,

help!

Help me!

Help me Sutton!

Sutton,

Sutton, Sutton
help,

help me!

Sutton,

Sutton!

Mustn't take it
so badly Holmes.

What?

Well I know it's inconvenient
but you really mustn't

let it affect you
like this.

Whatever do you
mean?

You are sitting there
boiling with indignation

because you have been
forced to leave

the warmth and comfort
of 221B by the order

of Mrs. Hudson's
spring cleaning.

My dear Watson however
did you deduce that?

By simply applying
your methods Holmes.

Indeed?

You'll agree
that you are not here

for either a shave
or a haircut.

That is true.

How did
you know?

Because you invariably shave
yourself and you are patently

not due for a haircut
for another two weeks.

Correct.

And you left our rooms
in some haste.

You are without either
your gloves or your cane.

Go on.

Well, I know that Mrs. Hudson's
been trying to complete

her spring cleaning
all day.

Now, you have been
sitting there

frowning,
eyes tightly closed,

grinding your
teeth,

and all the time
your fingers

have been drumming
like pistons

on the arm
of that chair.

So given all this at once
even I cannot fail to deduce

that you are have quarreled
with our good housekeeper

and sought refuge in the sanity
of the barbershop.

You cannot deny
that I am right.

Oh, Watson
you could not be

further from
the truth.

I am here to get
our good barber's advice

as to the specimen of hair
found at the scene

of a bloody misadventure
last Tuesday in Debford.

Oh,
come along Holmes.

You're worried
about something.

What you perceived
as agitation

was indeed most intense
tranquil enjoyment.

My eyes were closed
because I was trying to recall

as vividly as I could
the concert

that we attended
last night.

You were
grinding your teeth.

That is because
I made a slight error

in my recollection
of Urkian's fingering

his cadenza
in the third movement

of the Beethoven
Violin Concerto

ba, ba, ba.

Nevertheless there is
an element of truth

in what you say.

Ah.

A doctor's,

a general practitioner's
I perceive,

not been long in practice
or had much to do,

come to consult us
I fancy.

Lucky
we came back.

Ah,
Mr. Holmes.

Thank you
Mrs. Hudson.

Doctor, this is my friend
and colleague Dr. Watson.

Pray resume your seat
and tell me how I may serve you.

Well, I am indeed a doctor
and my name is Percy Travelian

and I live at
number 403 Brook Street.

Aren't you
the author

of a monograph upon
obscure nervous lesions?

Yes, but I so seldom
hear of the work

I thought
it quite dead.

By no means.

My publishers
have given me

a most discouraging account
of its sales.

You are yourself
a medical man?

Retired
army surgeon.

My hobby has always been
the study of nervous disease.

I should of course
like to make it

an absolute specialty
but a man

must take
what he can get first.

However, this is
beside the question

and I do appreciate,
Mr. Holmes,

how very valuable
your time is.

The fact is that
a singular train of events

has occurred recently
at my house in Brook Street

and tonight they came
to such a head

that I felt it was impossible
to wait another hour

before asking for your advice
and your assistance.

You are very welcome
to both.

Let me have a detailed
account of the circumstances

which have
disturbed you.

Well one or two of them
are so trivial

that I am almost
ashamed to mention them.

But the matter
is so inexplicable

and the recent turn
it has taken so elaborate

that I shall lay it all before you
and you shall judge

what is essential
and what is not.

I am a London University man
and I am not unduly

singing my praises when I say
I was a very promising student.

And it was thought
a distinguished career

lay before me.

However, there was
one great stumbling block.

Money?

Indeed doctor,
money.

I needed capital
not only to practice

but also to get out of
the scrawled rooms

I was forced
to rent.

I could not expect
my patients to trust me

if I could not afford
the proper equipment.

Yes, I've seen it happen
to too many of us.

I myself was obliged
to go into the army

in order to follow
my career.

Indeed.

I had thought of
abandoning my own career

except for one sudden
and unexpected incident.

Exactly what kind
of incident?

One morning
two years ago

I received a visit
from a man by the name

of Blessington who until that time
had been a complete stranger to me.

Come in.

Good heavens,
do you live here, in this?

Yes,
I'm afraid I do.

You are the same
Percy Travelian

who's had so
distinguished a career,

recently won the Slater
award for medicine?

I am.

Then answer me
frankly sir,

and you'll find it
in your interest to do so.

Despite your present
financial situation,

you clearly have
all the cleverness

that makes
a successful man.

But have you
the tact?

I trust that I have
my share, sir.

Any
bad habits?

Not drawn
toward drink?

Now
really sir.

Quite right,
quite right.

But I was bound
to ask.

Why?

Why sir?

Simply why
with all these qualities

are you not
in practice?

Come now it's that old story
more in the brains

than in
the pocket hey?

Now sir
what would say sir

if I were to start
you in Brook Street?

If a specialist
is to succeed he must aim high

and a practice in Brook Street
is just the beginning.

Capital,
keep yourself in style,

the hire of respectable carriage and horse,

surgery that's worthy of you,
waiting room, servants

and the best equipment
that money can buy.

That is what you
will have sir.

But why?

It's just like
any other investment,

safer than most.

And what am I
to do?

I'll tell you.

I will take the house,
furnish it,

pay the maids
and run the whole place.

All you have to do
is to wear out the chair

in your
consulting room.

Then you
hand over to me

three quarters
of everything you earn

and keep one quarter
for yourself.

Now what do you say
to that sir?

Do you agree?

This then Mr. Holmes
was the strange proposal

with which Mr. Blessington
approached me.

I will not weary you
with how we

bargained
and negotiated.

But it ended with my moving
into the house next quarter

and starting in practice
on very much the same conditions

as he had
suggested.

Waiting room
for your patients.

Your consulting
room.

I can't believe it
Mr. Blessington,

nor can I
thank you enough.

He turned the two best rooms
on the first floor

into a sitting room
and a bedroom for himself

and came to live with me
in the character of

a resident
patient.

His heart was weak
but not abnormal.

And yet he demanded
constant medical supervision.

He was a man of singular
habits, shunning company

and very seldom going out
except in one respect.

Every evening at the same time
he would go for a walk

for half an hour exactly
no matter what the weather.

And every evening
at the same hour

he would walk into
the consulting room.

He would then
examine the books,

put down five crumpets
for every guinea I had earned

and then carried the rest
off to the strong box

in his
own room.

I may say with confidence
Mr. Holmes

that he never had occasion
to regret his speculation.

From the first
it was a success

and during the last two years
I have made him a rich man.

So much Mr. Holmes,

for my past history
and my relations

with the resident patient
Mr. Blessington.

It only remains
for me now to tell you

what has occurred
to bring me here tonight.

Some weeks ago
Mr. Blessington came down to me

in as it
seemed to me

a considerable
state of agitation.

Dr. Travelian,

Dr. Travelian,
Dr. Travelian,

Dr. Travelian,
Dr. Travelian,

Dr. Travelian,
Dr. Travelian sir.

Mr. Blessington
calm yourself sir.

Calm myself?
Calm myself?

But my dear sir
have you not heard of the burglary?

Burglary?

Where?

No, no, no
not here sir,

not here, but it could
have been.

Could have been...

Within a week
the whole house had become

a fortress of bolts
and bars and locks.

Are you sure
these bars are strong enough?

They'd be strong enough
for the bank of England, sir.

Mr. Blessington?

When I questioned
him upon the point

he became so offensive
that I was compelled

to drop
the subject.

At first Mr. Holmes
I thought he merely sought

to protect
his strong box,

but then I suspected
that it was his life

he was
protecting.

From then on he stopped
going out all together,

peered continually
out of his windows

and kept himself locked
in his room in what

I could only describe
as a state of mortal dread.

Dr. Travelian,
before you continue,

you say you found this man Blessington

prostrate on his bed
clutching a newspaper?

More precisely
the remains of a newspaper

for he had torn it
to shreds.

Torn to shreds.

Do you recall the contents
of this newspaper at all?

No, I'm afraid not even if
I'd known what I was looking for.

When was this?

It was some
weeks ago,

the beginning
of May I think.

Gradually as time passed
his fears appeared to die away

and he renewed
his former habits.

Good evening
Dr. Travelian.

Wonderful evening
outside.

I'm beginning to enjoy
my walks again.

And then suddenly
a fresh event reduced him

to the pitiable state
of prostration

in which
he now lies.

What happened was
yesterday I received this letter

from a Russian nobleman
now resident in England

who suffers
from catalepsy.

In it he announces
his intention of visiting me

for a consultation
this very evening

at a quarter
past six.

Because of the chief difficulty
in the study of catalepsy

and the rareness
of the disease

you may believe
that at the appointed hour

I was eager
to receive the patient.

Good evening
gentlemen.

I'm Dr. Travelian
and it was you sir

I assume
who wrote to me?

My father speaks
very little English doctor,

so I trust you will
excuse my coming in with him

as his health
is a matter

of the most overwhelming
importance to me.

Yes,
I respect that sir.

Fenton,

perhaps you would like to
join us for the consultation?

Nyet, nyet,
not for all of the world.

It is more painful to me
than I can express.

If I were to see my father
in one of those

dreadful seizures
I am convinced

I would never
survive it.

My own
nervous system

is an exceptionally
sensitive one.

With your permission
I will remain

in your waiting room while
you go into my father's case.

Yes,
of course.

thank you
doctor.

Thank you
Fenton.

Now sir, I hope
you will forgive me

if I ask you a few
basic questions.

First,
can you tell me your age?

Sixty-seven.

And apart from
catalepsy

would you say you are
physically sound?

Normally do you
have good health?

Um,
no headaches?

Abdominal pain?

Any pain at all?

No.

Good.

Naturally I will
examine you thoroughly

but this is merely
a preliminary.

Do you
smoke cigars?

Yes.

Do you
drink alcohol?

Vodka.

Vodka?

I see.

Every day?

I didn't expect ...

my first feeling
was one of pity and horror.

My second I fear
was rather

one of professional satisfaction.

There was nothing markedly
abnormal in his condition

which had harmonized
with my former experiences.

I had obtained
good results in such cases.

By the inhalation
of nitrite of alma

and the present seemed
an admirable opportunity

of testing
its virtues.

Now sir, I believe
you can hear me.

I should be back
directly rest assured.

Fenton,

Fenton,
Fenton immediately.

Fenton, the two gentlemen
you showed in

less than
15 minutes ago,

did you
see them leave?

Leave, no sir.

Are you sure?

I'm positive sir.

Good evening
Dr. Travelian.

Good evening
Mr. Blessington

and how was
your walk today?

A little rain
but very amiable my good sir.

Very amiable.

Did you
hear them leave?

No, sir.

I was nowhere near
the hall.

Well you should
have been.

That is
your duty.

Now I know you are new here
but you should know by now.

Doctor!
doctor!

doctor!
doctor!

Someone has
been in my room.

No one has been
in your room sir.

A lie.

You're lying
to me.

I assure you
I am not.

Fenton, have you been
in Mr. Blessington's room?

Of course
I haven't.

There you are
you see.

Then come up
and see for yourself.

Now sir.

Look at those.

Are you telling me
that they're mine?

Well at first glance
they do appear

to be too
large for you.

Of course
they're not mine.

I always remove
my galoshes at the front door.

Has anything
been stolen?

No, but that's
not the point.

Nothing
has been stolen?

My privacy has been
invaded by a stranger,

is that
not enough?

Mr. Blessington?

Mr. Blessington?

Leave me alone,
go away and leave me alone.

Surely there's something
I can do to help.

Shall I
call the police?

No... Not those buglers.

There's only
one person who can help me now.

And that is why
I am here.

But I must apologize
for such a trivial reason.

A thief
that doesn't steal.

Did he ask
for me by name?

Oh, yes.

Then let us
be on our way.

Thank you.

This way?

Stay where
you are.

I have a pistol
and I give you my word

I will shoot
if you come any nearer.

Mr. Blessington
this is outrageous sir!

Do you not
recognize me?

Is that you
doctor?

Yes, of course
it is me.

The other
two gentlemen,

are they what they
pretend to be?

They are
Mr. Sherlock Holmes

and his friend
Dr. Watson.

Good God
Mr. Blessington,

it was you that asked me
to fetch them.

Yes, yes, yes,
forgive me,

forgive me.

Gentlemen
do come up.

I'm sorry if my precautions
have annoyed you.

Good evening
Mr. Holmes.

I'm sure I'm very
much obliged

to you for
coming around.

No one has ever needed
your advice more than l, no one.

I expect Dr. Travelian
has told you

of this unwarrantable intrusion
into my rooms.

My sir,
Mr. Blessington,

who are
these two men?

Which two men,
I don't know them.

Then why do they
wish to molest you?

Molest me?

You could hardly expect me
to answer that.

You mean that
you don't know?

Come in here,
please.

Just have the kindness
to step in here!

I've never been a rich man,
Mr. Holmes.

I've never made but one
investment in my life,

Dr. Travelian
will tell you that

but I don't believe
in bankers sir.

Never trust a banker
Mr. Holmes, never.

It's between
ourselves.

What little I have
is here in this strong box.

So you can understand
what it means to me

when unknown people force
themselves into my rooms.

Mr. Blessington
I cannot possibly advise you

if you try
to deceive me.

Deceive you?

But I've
told you everything.

Good night
Dr. Travelian.

Mr. Holmes,
no advice for me?

My advice to you
is to speak the truth.

Holmes?

Cab!

Holmes.

I can read
in a man's eyes

when it's his own skin
that he's frightened of.

Yes, But why
did you call him a liar?

Because I am certain that
he does know who these men are.

Cab!

A young Russian penetrated
to Blessington's rooms

while his confederate kept
the doctor from interfering.

And of course catalepsy is a
very easy complaint to imitate.

Yes, I know
I've done it myself.

Holmes?

Might there be
one alternative,

grotesquely improbably no doubt
but still just conceivable,

might the whole story
of the cataleptic Russian

and son be a concoction
of Dr. Travelian

who for his own purposes
has been in Blessington's room?

But did you see the footprints
on the stair carpet?

They were square toed,
quite unlike Blessington's

which are round and an
inch and a third longer

than Dr. Travelians.

I think we can
sleep on this Watson

but I should be surprised
if we do not hear

from Brook Street
in the morning.

Good night.

Night old fellow.

Morning doctor.

Your tea is here.

Thank you
Nora.

Mr. Blessington,
your breakfast tea.

Mr. Blessington?

Watson...

get dressed quickly.

There's a cab
waiting for us.

Why?

What's the matter?

The Brook Street
business.

Any fresh news?

For God's sake,
come at once, P. Travelian.

Oh, Mr. Holmes
I'm so glad you could come.

What has happened?

Mr. Blessington
has committed suicide.

Suicide?

Yes.

He hung himself
during the night.

Has the body
been touched?

No.

Where's the page?

Nowhere to be found.

Good morning
inspector.

Mr. Holmes,
delighted to see you.

Now please
take a look.

We were just about
to take him down.

Right, inspector.

Stretcher.

That'll be all.

Have heard of the events
leading up to this affair?

Yes, Dr. Travelian
has told me something of them.

And have you formed
an opinion?

Now as far as I can see,
the man was driven

out of his senses
by fright.

The bed has been
well slept in.

There was his impression
deep enough for all to see.

It is about
5:00 in the morning.

You know that suicides
are most common.

That would be about the time
that he hanged himself.

It seems to be a very
deliberate affair.

Yes, from the rigidity
of the limbs

I'd say he'd been dead
about three hours.

Thank you
Watson.

Notice anything
peculiar about the room.

There was a screwdriver
on the mantel piece

and he seems to have
smoked heavily during the night.

I found these
in the fireplace.

Have you his
cigar holder?

No,
I haven't seen one.

His cigar
case then?

Yes, it was in
his coat pocket.

This is savannah,

And these others are
the cigars of a peculiar sort

which is imported
by the Dutch

from the East Indian
colonies.

They're usually wrapped in straw
you know and are thinner

for their length
than any other brand.

I don't suppose you've
read monograph

on cigars
and cigar action?

Well l, um ...

No, of course not.
Thank you.

These have been smoked
with a holder and these without.

These have been cut
by a not very sharp knife

and these have had their ends
bitten off

by a set of
very excellent teeth.

There were three men here
last night.

Good heavens
but nothing was stolen

so what were
they doing here?

That is what
we have to find out.

How did they
get in?

The same way we did
through the front door.

But the door
was barred in the morning.

Then it was barred
after they left.

Well how do you
know that?

I saw
their traces.

If you would just give me
a few moments Inspector,

I may be able to give you
some further information.

Don't move
Watson.

The actual facts
are very simple.

And I shall be surprised
if by the afternoon

I cannot give you the reasons
for them as well.

But Holmes, can't
you tell us anything now?

Oh, there is no doubt
as to the sequence of events.

The three of them
in it.

A young man,
an old man

and a third to whose identity
I have no clue.

The first two I need
hardly remark

are the same who masqueraded as
the Russian Count and his son.

So we can give a very good
description of them,

can we not
Dr. Travelian?

They were admitted
by a confederate

inside the house.

They entered
the hall.

The older man first,
the younger man second

and the unknown man
in the rear.

They ascended
the stairs.

With the help of a wire
they forced the key.

Even without the lens
you can see where

the pressure
has been applied.

On entering the room
the first proceeding

must have been to gag
Mr. Blessington.

Having secured Blessington
it is evident to me

that a consultation of
some sort was held

probably in the nature
of a judicial proceeding.

It must have lasted
for some time

for it was then
that the cigars were smoked.

It was there that
the older man sat

in the wicker chair.

It was he who used
the cigar holder.

The younger man
sat there.

He knocked his ash off
against the chest of drawers.

The unknown fellow
paced up and down.

Blessington I think
sat upright in the bed,

but of that I cannot
be absolutely certain.

It ended of course
by them taking Blessington...

Now this matter
was so prearranged

that it is my belief
that they brought with them

some sort of block
or pulley to serve as a gallows.

Oh, yes
as gallows Inspector.

This was
a revenge ritual.

Well an extraordinary
story.

But what proof?

I'll have it
before the day is out.

You haven't
explained about

the screws
and the screwdriver.

Oh, that was to fix up
the block or pulley.

But when they saw
the chandelier hook

they naturally
saved themselves the trouble.

No Inspector I suggest that you
immediately make inquiries

about the page
and arrest him.

Certainly
Mr. Holmes.

I will be back here
a little before 3:00.

Good day.

I daresay Mrs. Hudson
will be a little put out

when she sees
all this.

What are you
looking for?

Worthington, W,

Worthingon, March
1880 I'm sure.

March '80,

'80,

January,

February,

March.

Any good?

Watson...

Blessington or Sutton
as he was known then.

Mrs. Hudson.

Your little boat is coming along
beautifully Doctor.

Oh, thank you
Mrs. Hudson.

I must run.

Ah, thank you.

Dr. Travelian.

Any news Inspector?

Yes, sir we've got
the page

drinking his earnings
two streets away.

But I got
the man.

You've
got them?

Or at least
I've got their identity.

The Worthington
Bank Gang?

Precisely.

Well then Blessington
must have been Sutton.

Exactly.

Well that makes it
clear as crystal.

not to me
I'm afraid.

Dr. Watson
would you, uh ...

You may have
heard of the great

Worthington bank affair?

There were
five men in it.

The three who were
in this room,

a fourth named Cartwright
and Blessington.

Alright,
let's be gone.

It's a hanging
job now.

Only if
someone squeals.

That's him.

Are you positive?

Oh, yes,
that's him.

Sutton, Sutton,
you're dead, dead, dead.

Sutton,
you're dead.

Sutton...

Don't worry Mr. Sutton,
it's a hanging job now.

Sutton, you hear.

Sutton
or Blessington

who was the worst
of the gang turned informer.

On his evidence
Cartright was hanged

and the other three
got 15 years apiece.

Bibel, Haywood
and Moffit

were released from prison
just a few weeks ago

which was several years
before their full term.

It was news of their release
which caused Blessington

to panic and have
this house secured.

So it was not the fear
burglary that had frightened him?

No, no,
that was a mere blind.

And so setting me up
in practice

was an elaborate charade
to protect himself.

Well why could
he not tell you this?

He was trying
to hide his own identity

from everybody
for as long as he could.

His secret
was shameful

and he couldn't bring
himself to divulge it.

However,
wretch as he was

he was still living under
the shield of British law.

And I have no doubt
Inspector

that we shall see that though
that shield may fail to guard,

the sword of justice
is still there to avenge.

In spite of the efforts
of Sherlock Holmes

the three murderers
of Blessington

eluded the police
and fled the country

aboard a ship
bound for Portugal.

It was a few weeks later
that we learned

that the ship,
the Nora Crainer

had sunk with all hands upon
the Portuguese Coast

some leagues to the north
of a porter.

Holmes.

What's wrong?

Well it's just that I was going
to spend the day writing

the case
of Dr. Travelian

while the facts
are still fresh.

Oh, you mean...
oh, I understand.

Thanks awfully.

It's just that it is difficult
to concentrate otherwise.

What will you entitle
this particular account?

I didn't know you were
interested in my writing.

I am always interested
in your choice of titles.

Well I thought
I would call it

the Brook Street
Mystery.

No?

Well I myself
would prefer

The Resident Patient,
but please

do not let me
influence you.

The Brook Street Mystery
no doubt would suffice.