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The prince, babe.

Oh, Sir Robert.

Sorry to disturb you.

This is Joe Barnes.

Just like his boy.

I know who he is, Mason. What's he doing here?

He's keen to raise heart.

Cameroids, Sir Robert.

Would like to be a jockey.

Would you?

More than anything in the world.

Well, that's good.

Very good.

But what has it got to do with me?

I thought I could work for you.

I have all the jockeys I need.

Please give me a chance, sir.

I'll muck out the stables, clean the yard, anything you want.

I'll think about it.

Thank you, Sir Robert.

Sir, at the end, you'd better come quick.

Why? There's trouble, sir.

I told you, Lady Beatrice is unwell and does not wish to be disturbed.

I think she'll make an exception in my case.

I'm sorry, sir.

I have strict instructions.

Are you going to let me speak to Lady Beardsley?

Or will I have to use force?

Your answer to me first, Brewer.

This gentleman is most insistent upon speaking to her ladyship first.

I warned you never to come here. Our business can be discussed at your

not here.

I've tried to settle this matter on many occasions, as you well know, Sir

Robert. I've got a nerve coming here after Newmarket.

I'm leaving nothing to chance this time.

Perhaps Lady Beatrice will be more prepared to listen to reason. Your

is with me, Brewer, and with no one else.

It would certainly be of concern to Lady Beatrice.

Robert, who are these people?

What do they want?

I'll tell you what I want, Lady Beatrice.

Get him out of here. I want what's rightfully mine.

Get out.

Go.

Why, you can still walk.

I'll be back, Lady Beatrice.

Good day to you.

I'm sorry you've been upset, my dear.

What did he mean, Robert?

What's rightfully his?

Nothing for you to worry about.

But I do worry, Robert.

I know you too well.

He won't bother us again.

What should we do if he doesn't come back, sir?

If he does come back, I'll deal with him myself.

I ought to.

I'd pay for it with about half my wound pension.

Shall I make you my handy guide to the turf?

What? Does the name Sir Robert Norberton recall anything?

A little.

He's got a horse running in a champion's stakes.

He lives at Shoscombe Hall.

The stable's known locally as Shoscombe Old Place.

But you don't know the man himself?

I never met him, if that's what you mean.

He had a reputation for being rather adorned, this man.

How dangerous?

I remember an incident some months ago when he horsewit to man on Newmarket

Heath. Samuel Brewer, the Curzon Street moneylender.

What was the reason for this assault?

I imagine that Sir Robert had a grudge against moneylenders.

Thought it heavily in their debt.

Well, by all accounts, he's so far down Queerspeed, he may never find his way

back again.

I have received a letter from John Mason, the head trainer at Shostakham,

arrived an hour ago.

Dear Mr. Holmes, you will no doubt have read of the disappearance a number of

days ago of Samuel Brewer.

In the interest of my employer, Sir Robert Norbiton, I should like to visit

to discuss a matter of the utmost importance.

It is just the convenient time. It is already several minutes late.

Samuel Brewer has disappeared.

The newspapers make little of it, but let's hear more about Shostakam.

Well, the Shostakam Spaniels, special pride of the lady of Shostakam Place.

The wife of Sir Robert Norbiton, I presume?

No, no, he never married.

He lives with his widowed sister, Lady Beatrice Folder. You mean she lives with

him? No, no, the place belonged to her late husband, Sir James.

What should be a myth of Shostakovich? What indeed?

And here, I expect, is the man who can tell us. Yes?

My eggs were hard -boiled.

There's a myth to me, Sir.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson. Show him in.

You got my note, Mr. Holmes? Yes.

But it explained nothing.

It was too delicate a thing for me to put the details on paper.

It's too complicated.

You may rely on the discretion of my friend and colleague, Dr. Watson. Please

sit down.

Thank you.

Mr. Holmes, I think Sir Robert Norburton has gone mad.

This is Baker Street, not Harley Street. Why do you say so?

I believe Shoscombe Prince and the champion stakes have turned his brain.

Shoscombe Prince?

Watson, you're invaluable.

A horse.

The finest in England, sir.

The truth is, Sir Robert has got to win this race.

He's up to his neck, and it's his last chance.

He's wagered everything he could raise or borrow on the horse, and he's holding

off his creditors till after the big race.

Oh, if the prince fails him, he's done for.

And you're assuming there's a connection between Sir Robert's death and the

disappearance of Samuel Brewer?

He's Sir Robert's principal creditor.

And I don't mind admitting there's no love lost between them.

After what happened in Newmarket, I'm not surprised.

Oh, that was just the start.

Brewer showed his face at the hall last week, and Sir Robert flew at him like a

man possessed.

Said he'd deal with him if he ever showed his face there again.

Well, presumably he's not returned.

I don't know, sir.

Not for sure.

I see.

In the event of financial catastrophe, would Sir Robert have any claim on his

Christmas date?

None at all, as far as I know.

She only has a life interest, and it reverts to her husband's brother after

death.

In the meantime, her ladyship draws the rents every year.

And her brother spends them.

That's about the size of it.

He must lead her a most uneasy life.

Maybe so, but they've always been the best of friends.

They have the same tastes.

She loves the horses as much as he does.

Or at least she did.

Every day at about twelve, she'd ride down to the stables to see them and...

Above all, she loved the prince.

Good morning, Beatrice.

I can't wait to see their faces when this delightful creature is first past

post, what say you, Mason?

The others won't stand a chance, sir.

A three -length win, wouldn't you say?

Three and a half, at least.

Just beware of raising your hopes too high, Robert.

You're not the only one who'd like to see his horse win the champion's deck.

I'm the only one with a horse like Shoscombe Prince.

Why, he's on such good form you could ride him to victory yourself, my dear.

I think not, Robert.

Our riding days are over.

You should be resting, my dear.

No, I'm fine, Robert, really, I'm fine.

You know what the doctor said?

Fuss even more than he does.

Jasper, good dog.

And how's Carrie today?

Very well, thank you, Sir Robert.

Past week, her ladyship has driven past the stables with never so much as a good

morning.

Do you think there's been some sort of quarrel?

And a bitter, savage, spiteful quarrel at that.

Now, he never goes near her.

She hardly leaves her room, except to take her daily drive.

And I assume that you have witnessed such a disagreement?

No, not exactly.

But why else would he give away her pet spaniel, Mr. Holmes?

She loved that dog as if it were her child.

Can you think of any reason why Sir Robert would wish to upset his sister in

this fashion?

Not at all.

It's a cruel way to treat a woman with a weak heart.

It's damn rotten.

I must say, he does not appear to be committing any crime that I recognise.

So why did Sir Robert leave the house at the dead of night?

And who was the man he met?

Gone.

Well, it was Stephens, the butler, who saw him leave, and he told me about it.

So the next night, we followed him.

So who was it?

Samuel Brewer?

It was too dark to see his face.

When did Sir Robert give away his sister's dog?

A week ago today.

Jasper was howling like a banshee at the millhouse.

but that was no good reason for the master to do what he did.

Sir Robert, I wandered off with the state.

I don't care what you do with it, just as long as I never have to see it again.

Yes, sir.

I gave the dog to Sandy Bain, the prince's jockey.

Right then, Jasper.

As you and I go for a drink, eh?

Next morning, he took her to Josiah Barnes, the landlord of the Green Dragon

Crandall.

Does Lady Beatrice have a companion?

Her maid, Mr. Holmes.

Just the one?

Carrie Evans.

She's been with her this five years.

Isn't it out -devoted?

She's devoted enough.

I won't say to whom.

Uh -huh.

I can't tell tales out of school.

Sir Robert is something of a ladies' man, eh?

Do you not think the quarrel between brother and sister may lie there?

That scandal has been pretty clear for a long time.

Lady Beatrice may not have seen it before. Let us suppose that she has

found it out.

That she wants to be rid of the hated maid.

He will not permit it.

She refuses to speak to him.

And Sir Robert, in his anger, gives away her daughter.

There's more to it than that, Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Mason, you have the advantage of us.

Perhaps there is something that you have not told us.

There's a central heating furnace in the cellar.

It's been off for some time, but Sir Robert complained of cold.

Had it on again.

Harvey runs it. He's one of my lads.

He didn't like the look of it, Mr. Holmes.

And he brought it to me last night.

How often does Harvey attend the furnace?

He makes it up every evening and then he leaves it.

So anyone can visit it during the night?

I suppose so.

But the lad has the key to the outer door. I see.

What is the name of that tavern you spoke of?

Green Dragon.

Is there any good fishing in that part of Berkshire?

There's trout in the middle stream and pike in the lake.

That's good enough. What do you make of it, Watson?

It's the epicondyle of a femur.

Human? Without a doubt.

I... It's a bluff, sir.

Anyone could have sent it. It could be a pact.

I don't care who it is.

I need to know if there's any truth in what he's written.

Carrie will be in charge of the house while I'm away.

Carrie, sir?

Your concern must be for the Prince's training.

Nothing is more important than that.

Fifty -three.

Fifty -four.

Fifty -five.

Yes, ma 'am.

Thank you, Stephens. Please take the tray now.

I leave at dawn.

Two rooms, is it, then, sir? Two classes in Robesdale. Right, sir.

Good day,

gentlemen.

And now, old fellow.

Oh, ladies, I'm so sorry. I just used to be there.

Trying to fight for the air, isn't it?

You'd much rather be free, wouldn't you?

Keep this dog tied up like this?

If I didn't, sir, he'd be off back to the hall in a jiffy.

You see, sir, Jasper's a Truscombe spaniel.

Oh, I should have known. You see, I'm quite a dog introvert, yes, myself.

Oi! Be careful with that luggage or I'll skin you alive.

Don't you mind him, sir.

He takes after his mother, father.

Out for a bit of fishing, eh?

We thought we might try and land a pike or two at the whole lake.

And you might find yourselves in the lake before you were through.

Why's that?

Sir Robert's terrible jealous of anyone who might be spying on his stables.

We're not tapped.

He's the sort that strikes first and speaks afterwards.

I think we should take a little walk before I... Oh, that's a splendid idea.

Do you think we could take the dog with us, landlord?

By all means, gentlemen.

But mind what I said about Sir Robert.

It's this way, Watson.

What about Sir Robert?

By my estimate, he should be well on his way to York by now.

How do you know that?

That is when my telegram was sent in.

Holmes, what have you been up to?

Of course, Thomas the Favourite is stable somewhere near York. I merely

you that the horse has shown much improvement in the last few days. He

pleased when he finds he's been doomed. Jasper!

Jasper!

Jasper!

Why, hello.

Why, how are you?

Do I know you?

No, but evidently Jasper knows you.

You must be Sandy Bay.

Yes, sir.

It was you that brought Jasper to the tavern last week.

We're fond of animals.

But they're all God's creatures, sir. I won't see no harm come to them.

Mr. Mason seemed to think that Jasper had a lucky escape.

You must have had a reason for behaving like you did.

I'm sure Sir Robert had the best of motives.

No, I'm talking about Jasper.

He was always such a quiet dog.

Something must have happened to him.

With the millhouse?

No, sir.

With the cellars?

No, sir.

At the old church.

It was the same morning I brought him to the Green Dragon.

It's an old ruined chapel.

And under it there's a crypt which has a bad name among us.

I'm not playing games now.

How far are we away from the hall?

About a quarter of a mile, sir.

I am correct in thinking that Lady Beatrice takes a drive about midday.

Yes, sir.

Thank you. We've got a moment to lose. Come, Jasper. Come, Watson.

of the Green Dragon Captain.

Well, there's nothing we can do until Lady Beatrice takes her drive again

tomorrow.

You still haven't explained why I risked my life this afternoon.

It's just a theory.

You must be very disappointed. I was almost killed instead.

On the contrary, I think my little experiment was quite successful.

I shall see now.

Dog, Watson.

The dog.

Did that suggest nothing to you?

No. Harry Evans is determined to keep the dog and her mistress apart.

There is an alternative.

Yes. That Sir Robert has done away with the money lender, Samuel Brewer. Don't

forget... Don't forget the human bone that was found.

It's perfectly clear to me.

They've crossed swords before.

It's possible that Sir Robert has gone too far this time and is guilty of

murder. What the boy... What the boy found is all that remains of the

unfortunate money lender.

Oh, no, no, thank you. I'm famished.

Why don't you catch Mr Holmes?

Best I've seen in a long time.

These are deep waters, Watson.

Deep and rubber, don't you?

I would like to borrow the key to the cellar.

For what purpose?

To get a tie.

Where is Sir Robert?

Sir Robert left for York.

The early afternoon morning. He isn't expected back till sometime tonight.

I'd show you around the house myself, but Master left Carrie in charge, and

won't let anyone pass the door.

She left a maid in charge of the house?

I told you, things were bad between Master and her ladyship.

Where about is Lady Bittles' room?

It's on the ground floor of the homes, on account of her ladyship's heart.

Precisely on the ground floor where?

Second room in the corridor beside the cellar passageway.

Has there been any change in the running of the house since we spoke at Baker

Street?

None that I can think of.

Apart from the fact that I had to dismiss Harvey, one of my stable lads.

he the one that found the bone in the furnace?

That's right.

What was the reason for his dismissal?

Well, he'd stolen some money from some of the other staff.

Ah, here's the prince himself, Mr Holmes.

Every inch a champion, wouldn't you say?

Yes, he's a very fine creature, but you're the expert, Watson.

Well, hardly an expert, Holmes. I am aware of the Prince's burst of speed

final tour, but the fact is, he hasn't yet won a major race. Do you think he's

still in with a good chance?

If they've given him the ground, then yes.

All right, all right, hold your horses. I'm coming, I'm coming.

Good afternoon.

You must be Stephen.

That's right, sir.

I'm the doctor.

But Sir Robert asked me to call on his sister the first opportunity I'm new to

the area.

We've heard nothing about it. Oh, he must have forgotten.

Hardly surprising for a man as busy as Sir Robert.

I'm afraid her ladyship is out taking her carriage exercise at the moment. How

long is she likely to be?

Well, no more than half an hour, sir.

In that case, I don't mind waiting.

You appear to be in some pain yourself.

Oh, it's the rheumatism, sir.

These old bones have taken a pounding in their time.

Health is not what it was.

Now, why don't you tell me about it?

Beg pardon, sir. Well, now that I'm here, I might as well make myself

Oh, that's very kind of you, sir.

Thank you. Well, it starts in the bottom of my wrist, and then it goes up.

In the throat.

That's right.

Because the worth time is first thing in the morning.

My back and my legs, oh, stiff as a board.

And my feet.

Did I tell you about my feet?

No. Oh, I'll tell you about my feet.

Blocks of ice. Like blocks of ice. Can't feel them sometimes.

Your blood's not circulating properly.

It's a common problem.

And then... Then there's the other trouble.

The other trouble?

The other trouble.

I've tried everything, but it doesn't make any difference at all.

I'm in just as much agony now as I ever was.

Roll it right up.

That'll be a leadership.

She's back early.

Please excuse me, but I'm afraid I have another urgent point.

I must go, my lady.

Thank you, Stevens. We'll be all right now.

Thank you, Stevens.

Right you are, miss.

James?

Holmes, thank goodness.

Fortunately, the bedroom was on the ground floor.

You didn't have any luck.

Few things are still unclear, but before the night is out, I hope to have solved

the mystery of Shostakov.

If Gabriel Brewer returned to the hall to demand his money, he might have done

so at night. He could have been the man that Sir Robert met at the old church.

Perhaps Sir Robert flew into one of his rages and killed him.

And in a moment of sheer panic, tried to dispose of the body by putting it into

the furnace, emptying the note days.

Oh, that vibration!

If perhaps maybe amid all the evidence we have so far is purely circumstantial.

Resin.

Resin?

On an alcohol basis.

Trace is obvious on a few strands of hair.

Found in Lady Beatrice's room.

Come on, sir. The telegram will not keep Sir Robert away much longer. Where are

we going?

Robert! What happened while I was away?

Nothing, sir. Don't lie to me, Maiden.

Something's been going on behind my back.

Has anyone been around here asking questions?

No one, sir.

Apart from some people I met near Crandall.

I don't know their name.

What did you talk about?

Nothing much.

They were interested in the old church.

If Samuel Brewer was not the victim, why was his note case found in the cellar

at the hall?

Who else in the household has the initials S .B.? Sandy Banks.

Harvey was dismissed for stealing from other members of the household.

One of his duties was to tend to the furnace in the cellar.

The fact remains that the body was burned. If it wasn't Brewer's, then

it?

What could you possibly hope to find in a place like this?

The lead lining has been cut.

Just as I thought.

The bolts have been loosened.

Watson.

I'm going to need your help to open this.

Homes have desecration.

Who are you?

What are you doing on my property?

Are you here?

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

A good question, Mr Mason. One that should be directed at Sir Robert.

Oh, disgusting contraption.

How dare you? Get up.

I was going to join you for tea, but I see I'm too late.

Get up this instant, or I'll call for Sir Robert.

Sir Robert knows that I'm here. Please, Miss Evans, will you sit down?

I thought I couldn't visit Shotgun World Place without paying my respects to

Lady Beatrice.

Oh, you have brandy with your tea?

For medicinal purposes, of course.

Yes, of course.

But is that enough, I wonder?

Enough for what?

Brandy revives the spirit.

I hardly think it is sufficient to raise the dead.

Don't move, Miss Evans.

That should be comfortable enough till your own doctor arrived.

Thank you.

I am Sherlock Holmes. Perhaps my name is familiar to you.

I know appearances are against me, but you must believe that I could act in no

other way.

I'm very happy to hear you say so.

But I fear your explanations must be for the police.

Please, Sir Robert.

The responsibility for what has been done is entirely mine.

Miss Evans and Joe Barnes were merely following my instructions. You must

promise that they will come to no harm. I can promise you nothing.

But I will hear a plain statement of the facts.

Very well.

You've clearly gone pretty deeply into my affairs.

Otherwise, I should not have found you where I did.

I've always known that if Beatrice died, the estate would revert to my brother

-in -law's family.

Everything would be seized.

including the stables and the horses.

Well, Mr. Holmes, my sister did die just a week ago.

And you told no one.

I had little alternative.

If I told the truth, I faced absolute ruin.

But if I could stave things off until the rain, I knew all might be well.

Beatrice died of the heart condition that had long afflicted her.

That will be for a coroner to decide.

Her own doctor would certify that for months her symptoms had threatened such

end.

Joe Barnes came to see me in search of work a day or two before Beatrice died.

He seemed a trustworthy lad, and it came into my mind that he might, for a short

time, impersonate my dear sister.

It was but a case of appearing daily in her carriage, for no one need enter her

room, save Miss Evans.

Of course, I had to take her into my confidence.

The whole deception distressed me greatly, but I could see no other course

take.

Naturally, the body couldn't remain in the bedroom.

On the first night, Jo and I carried it out to the old millhouse.

We were followed by her pet spaniel, which afterwards howled continually at

door.

So I felt some...

A safer place was needed.

I got rid of the dog, and we carried Beatrice to the crypt of the church.

It seemed to me to be no unworthy resting place if we put her for a time

coffin of one of her husband's ancestors, lying in what is still

ground.

I paid my respects to her there every day.

As to the old relics which we took from the coffin, Joe and I removed them.

He descended from the bedroom at night and burned them in the furnace.

Was it necessary to lay that monstrous trap?

I was determined that no one should disturb my sister's rest.

But how you suspected her death, I cannot imagine.

Well, yesterday...

When Miss Evans ordered the carriage to drive on, I concluded that she was

afraid of something.

I suspected that something was Jasper.

Miss Evans knew that dogs do not make mistakes.

He would have known that it wasn't his mistress.

But we must leave all this for the police.

But why?

A day or two is all I need.

Say nothing yet, I beg of you.

The race will have been run.

And my nightmare might be over.

I loved Beatrice with all my heart.

There was no indignity or irreverence. I don't feel I have wronged the dead.

I realize that my motives were selfish.

But my sister would not have wished to see me destroyed.

but I'm not entitled to break the law.

Listen to this, Holmes.

Following the success of Suscombe Prince in yesterday's champion stakes, Sir

Robert has received sufficient winnings to settle all his debts with enough left

to re -establish him in a fair position in life.

However, the victory was marred by the sudden death of Sir Robert's sister,

Beatrice Falder, whose love of horses was at least as great as his own.

Even the elusive Samuel Brewer has returned from his hideaway in France to

a telegram of congratulations to Sir Robert on his win.

You're touched by that even creditors have their creditors.

It explains why Samuel Drew was so anxious to get his money back.

But to send a telegram.

Such bare -faced hypocrisy.

So how much did you win on Shostak and Prince?

Twenty guinness.

It's disgraceful.

Champagne, Mrs. Hudson.

That's very good of you, but I've only won 20 guineas.

Plus my ten.

You're not the only one that likes a plunge on the horses from time to time,

Doctor.