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What's the matter, Bob?

Mrs. Hudson, quick!

Mrs. Hudson's cottage is afire, Mac!

Come on, John!

Thank the Lord they're not in there!

Tell me around to Frank, Mr. Skinner!

Burn to the ground.

That's what Dr. Gordon said.

You don't think it will... Look!

knew that was.

That I did.

And I'd know his horse anywhere.

That was Black Beauty.

More porridge?

No. They ain't used to too much, Miss Winthrop. None of us are.

Oh, come on. Well, soon after that, Mrs Hudson.

I don't know how to thank you, Doctor.

You couldn't have stayed there a moment longer. The place isn't fit to live in,

I told Skinner so.

He must have been furious.

So was Dr Gordon.

They're coming with me, he said. If you won't find them a proper place to live,

I shall, he said.

Did you, Father?

Well, something like that.

Let us out, Aziz. Good, sir. Do as you're told.

What on earth is... Where's Gordon?

Dr. Gordon is having his breakfast.

I'm putting you behind bars, Gordon.

Behind bars, do you hear me? I could hardly fail to hear you, Mr. Skinner,

find it impossible to understand you.

You brought that woman and her brats here yesterday, didn't you?

After telling me to my face that her cottage, my cottage, was unfit to live

and should be burnt to the ground. Now, listen to me, Skinner. Now, don't try to

deny it, sir.

There were witnesses.

And there were witnesses last night.

What do you mean, last night?

You burnt it down, sir.

You turned that cottage into a smoking ruin.

And I'll not rest till you're in prison.

Look what I found in this table, Mr. Skinner. And there's traces of oil on

saddle.

Yeah.

That's oil, all right.

I don't understand it.

I suppose that can Mr. Skinner brought us is yours, Doctor.

Oh, yes.

They say it was hidden in the stable.

Yes, but I don't keep it there.

In case of the danger of... Yeah, of course.

How do you think he got there then, Doctor?

I don't know.

Perhaps Vicky put it there.

No, she wouldn't.

It's a bit awkward, Doctor.

You don't think that I... Of course not.

You'd be at home last night round about ten o 'clock.

No, no, I wasn't.

Where were you then, Doctor?

Over at Ned Harker's place. He sent a message to say he was ill.

And how long were you there, Doctor?

He kept me talking for about two hours, as you think.

Absolutely nothing wrong with him, as usual. Well, that's settled then.

your alibi.

I'll get a statement from Ned Harker.

No, Mr. Dickens.

No. What do you mean, Mr. Harker?

He didn't come here last night. But he said you sent for him. That's right.

But he never showed up.

What are you talking about, Dickens?

He's lying.

Why should he?

I don't know.

But surely you believe me.

It's not up to me, sir.

I'm sorry.

I'm sure if you come and make a full statement, well, we'll get this whole

matter sorted out in no time.

Very well. That's what I want. I'll come down this afternoon.

It'll have to be now, I'm afraid, Doctor.

Now?

Sorry.

It's all right, Vicky. It'll be all right.

And I thought you were a friend of ours.

Father would never do anything wrong.

He just couldn't. Listen, Vicky. He's good and kind and... Everybody likes

Everybody except mean and horrible people like Mr. Skinner. Oh, it's true.

It's true.

Here we go.

We're going to help, aren't we? Yes.

There's nothing you can do.

Yes, there is. Find out who really did it.

How?

Well, what was Sherlock Holmes?

Who's Sherlock Holmes?

He's the greatest detective in the world.

That's only a story. Never mind.

Now then.

First of all, his eagle eye would search for clues.

Where? At the scene of the clown force. Come on.

Come on.

Listen.

It's Beauty.

He's followed us. He can't come.

Sherlock Holmes didn't have a horse.

Beauty!

Beast is as bad as his master.

I want him found.

It's Ned Harker. Are you all right?

That horse had done for me.

Nonsense.

Miss Gordon.

Yes, that's right, Mr. Harker. Oh, my ad.

Why did you lie about my father?

He told the truth.

I don't believe you.

John Bates and Bob Hall?

So I'm riding away from the fire?

That brute will just attack me out. Let me go, Ange!

Come on.

We'd better find Beauty.

Don't worry, Vicky.

I mean, there'll be someone who'll find him.

Why does he attack like that?

Look!

Come on!

Come on! Put him under control!

Put him under control!

Leave him alone!

That horse is not safe!

He belongs to my father! Yes, well, he won't need a horse much longer.

charge of a dangerous horse. But you've no right.

Right? I've every right, woman. That horse killed my chickens.

Its master destroyed my property.

Now don't talk to me of right. Good day to you, madam.

After Beauty, we've got to get the truth from Harker.

Yes, question the chief suspect.

Well, that's what Sherlock Holmes would do.

Come on.

Get on with you. Come on.

Well, how did he...

Maybe Skinner sold him.

Oh, you two wait here. No.

They'll catch you.

Don't be silly.

Now, come along.

I haven't got all day.

There you are.

Well, can't it?

I trust you, Mr. Duffield, sir.

Then you are a silly old fool, Harker.

I've seen so much money in my life. You stick to your story at the trial, and

there'll be another 20.

I'm bringing him to trial, then.

Oh, yes.

When our friend Skinner gives his evidence, he'll be convicted.

It'll be the end of Gordon's career as a doctor.

What

the

devil are you doing here? The garden girl.

Is anyone else with you?

Answer me, boy.

He should be back by now.

me, boy!

All right, Harker, let's lock him up.

Huge creature, isn't he?

He's the only one that looks like Black Beauty.

You can't keep us here forever.

I don't intend to.

Just until we've disposed of the evidence and I've caught a twain back to

London. Evidence?

The horse.

He'll have to go, you know.

He broke out this morning, almost gave the game away. So confusing.

How's your head, Mr. Harker?

Well, go to the police.

Oh, I know you will, Miss Gordon. And you'll tell them such an elaborate fairy

tale all about a horse that looked like Black Beauty and a man who impersonated

your father.

He'll still be here.

Oh, yes.

He will.

He lives here.

We know your name, Mr.

Duffield. But you don't know my whale name.

Why have you done all this?

Revenge is a kind of wild justice.

Francis Bacon.

Right down again, Mr. Skinner. Are you sure, Hall?

A child could ride him. Ah, lovely animal.

Good boy.

Look, we've just got to escape.

He's going to let us go anyway.

Yes, because we've got no proof.

No proof he even exists.

He must know we've both been proved innocent.

You certainly have, Doctor.

Duffield, or whatever his name is, confessed to everything.

So did Harker.

Why did he do it, Father?

He was a doctor himself once.

But unscrupulous and cruel.

It was my evidence that sent him to prison.

And he'd been living in the area, waiting for revenge.

What about Skinner?

What are you going to do about him?

Nothing.

No, we don't believe in revenge.

Do we, Beauty?

Thank you.