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In you, my dear one.

My dear Emil, my husband has changed his plan.

There is no other way to say goodbye.

Remember me in your heart.

Who betrayed me in Paris?

And why did you wait so long?

I found your ladyship's attitude surprising.

The answers to those questions are no concern of yours.

On my knees, I beg you, I implore you to show mercy.

I'm not in the business of mercy, madam. I haven't the money even if I wished.

How could I without my husband knowing?

I think you'd be exceedingly ill -advised not to make an effort.

Do your worst.

You will not have a penny for me!

Coward!

were punished enough.

I hear from them only seldom.

They wish to spare me their misery, I think.

This monster who brought about their downfall.

He lives and breathes, Mr. Holmes, with a smiling face and a heart of

marble.

You should have come to me sooner.

If only I'd known of you sooner.

A friend gave me your name.

He has a high regard for your sense of justice.

Do you read poetry?

The fly leaf.

Come, devil.

clue I can offer you.

Maybe it will help.

I wish nothing for myself, Mr. Holmes.

It is too late for that.

I wish only to save others.

3 .45 for London.

I felt great sadness there.

To think that that house must have reverberated with the sounds of those

growing up.

A man who preyed upon weakness with a smiling face and a heart of marble.

A master blackmailer.

I have heard a whisper of him, yet no one has put a name to him.

There's no mention of blackmail, even a whisper in the newspaper account.

Why?

You have a report of it?

Of her two grandchildren.

George, the elder at Viscount Croft, was caught in a moment of indiscretion,

referred to in the paper as the Badger Game.

It involved a gentleman being lured to the bed of a prostitute, then being

discovered in flagrante deletto by a third party. As usual, the confessional

press has got it wrong.

The lady was an actress, that is true, but there was no in flagrante.

Mrs. Hudson!

He was married, Holmes, into one of the highest families in the land. The papers

made plenty of that. And the younger boy?

Edward.

Now, in revenge for his brother, took a revolver to the footman, whose name was,

um... Vike.

Burst in upon him, shot him in the face.

The man lived, but was disfigured for life.

After the trial, he disappeared.

It is Vike we must find to lead us to our prize.

Mrs. Hudson, are you not well?

Of course I'm well. Please, you know I hate the smell of cabbage. Surely the

brothers would know their tormentor.

The elder brother fled the country in disgrace.

Edward joined him, having served his sentence, for now living wretchedly

somewhere in France. Goodbye, Mrs. Hudson.

Thank you.

There is one curiosity.

Damn devil.

Read it.

The clues, if you wish.

I do rather like ten of them.

But later.

I'd prefer you to direct your energies towards the gossip columns.

The grasslands.

The grasslands.

Through which our serpent glides.

Do tell us where you're going, Charlotte.

Oh, yes, do tell.

Lottie, where are you going?

Shall I?

Dearest. What's that for?

Tell them where we're going for our honeymoon.

I've no objections.

It's Budley Salterton.

How romantic. It is actually very. I should have to choose somewhere abroad

for a honeymoon.

Paris or Rome.

You may, Daphne, but if one's fated to marry a soldier, abroad may well be

whole life.

And your honeymoon, Lady Eva, have you and Harry decided yet?

Florence, Naples, Constantinople, I think.

Sounds delightful.

Now you've made him envious.

Not at all.

Charlotte, my dear, I must return to barracks.

Shall I see you this evening?

No. Duties forbid.

A regimental dinner, alas.

Bloody! He is gorgeous! He's divine!

Such fame!

You're so lucky, Charlotte. But where is Bud Little?

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young water.

What is this?

It's not in my hand.

My dear Colonel, you don't expect me to give you the original, do you?

When did you get this?

Who gave it to you?

Oh, well.

Who but the object of your affection?

I don't believe it.

It's not possible.

What do you want from me? Twelve hundred pounds.

I'm not surprised

One has to ask oneself, how much butter can one eat?

Dottie Maltham, apparently, got 17 salt and pepper pots. 17. It's true.

I was thinking a way of dealing with it. Would it help me?

Was to murmur politely, always useful, until the awful day when always useless,

she said to the Duchess of Teg to her face. It's true.

Oh, well, Lily overheard her, didn't you, Lily?

Yes, milady.

Harry wanted us to be married at sea on a pirate ship with only the crew

invited.

But one really can't, can one? No, my dear, one really can't.

I

made

an extremely foolish wager that I could outbox the young upstart of a dragoon.

And will you mend for the nuptials, my dear fellow, in three days?

It'll be worth a small flutter in itself.

Bed socks, do you think?

For cold feet?

If one really hopes they won't be needed.

You know,

my grandfather fancied himself...

He was the fourth Earl.

I remember one summer in Ireland.

I must have been about eight years old, I suppose.

Well, he decided to give me a lesson. I'd never been so frightened in my life.

Lottie, what is it?

I had a flat on my back and a sand dune.

I told my grandfather that I'd bought it to tree the old reprobate.

What's the trouble?

Some letters.

Love her, Kate.

Or is it goodbye, Budley Salston?

I must go to her. No, my angel.

Prince Murat is about to marry...

Baroness de Hagenlob lost his first wife, Princess Maynard of Bagram, ten

ago.

Lord Rosebery has accepted an invitation to dine at the Cutlass Feast in

Sheffield. You're not trying what really holds.

I've been reading things out since half past eight this morning. You haven't

reacted to a single item. I shall react, I do assure you, the moment you read

out something which captures my attention.

Oh, this is interesting.

Lord Hawke's team of English cricketers are leaving next month for Philadelphia

and Toronto.

What on earth does that continent know about cricket?

The Honourable Miss Miles has broken off her engagement to Colonel Dorking two

days before the wedding.

The most important item in a woman's appearance this winter will be her

headgear.

Come to light the fire for you, sir.

Not at the moment, thank you.

Inspector?

Colonel Cairns?

Yes.

It's from Colonel Dorking.

Who delivered it?

Is Batman?

This is terrible.

His engagement to the Honourable Miles was broken off yesterday. You see, I was

listening.

It's Mr.

Trey.

I don't know that he's in, Inspector.

Mr. Holmes, you'll know what I'm here for.

No, pray tell me.

I've come for the letter which arrived in that envelope.

It was stolen from the rooms of Colonel John Dorking and delivered into the

hands of Dr. Watson not 20 minutes ago.

Do you have it?

Delivered, yes, but stolen?

It was a personal note to me, Lestrade.

It's police evidence.

The Colonel is dead.

Yes, we know.

By his own hand.

Hard play is not respected, is it?

How can you be so sure it isn't? Because the note made it clear.

So, why should he write to you if he's topping himself?

Did you know the man?

I had no knowledge of him.

Oh, answer my question.

Or better still, show me the letter.

It'll tell you nothing.

Seems to be on the point of engaging you.

I must have changed his mind. And took a soldier's way out.

What does he mean by... We'll never know, Inspector.

But he's engaged to be married, damn it.

Yes.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

It won't be the last.

So it was blackmail, you'd say?

Well done, Mr. Hayes.

No need for sarcasm, Mr. Holmes.

You're as much in the dark as we are, then, about who this blackmailer might

You can be sure of one thing.

Colonel Dorking was not his first victim and will not be his last.

You will let me know if you hear of anything.

My hideous mistake. I need your services.

The only pity is he didn't name the blackmailer.

He did.

This came with the letter.

Charles Augustus Milverton.

Appledore Towers, Hampstead, Art Dealer.

Camera flyer.

C .A .M.

Roundup.

I've had to deal with 15 murderers in my career.

But the worst of them never gave me this sense of revulsion that I feel at this

moment.

To old Mr. Charles Augustus Milverton.

Milverton's lair.

It's a fortress.

Are you surprised?

Charles

Augustus.

Have you thought of me?

Roman? What?

He's built his own prison.

He's a man who loathes the human race.

What circumstances might bring him to that?

Well, a boy brought up in lonely isolation, starved of affection,

one of London's outer suburbs.

Outer? Why not Soho or Leicester Square? I can't, my dear Holmes. Those places,

with all their vices, teem with warmth, generosity of spirit and humanity.

That's interesting.

Milton.

I have an assignment for you, if you're willing, to visit an arts gallery.

What will you be doing?

Don't you think that the Honorable Miss Miles might be more worth a visit since

Thornton wrote to you? That is part of what we must do now, is fasten ourselves

on to his next victory.

So this evening I'm to discover all I can about Milverton. His reputation is

back right now. Others, this evening.

I engage him in conversation.

Yes, but with caution.

Lordship has been taken ill at lunch, milady.

It is feared he may have suffered a stroke.

Poor Uncle

Charles. Her leadership is with him now.

She'll be pleased that you are back.

May I see him?

He's sleeping.

Wait a little.

How bad is it?

Dr. Bailey is not optimistic.

If he lives, he'll be paralyzed.

Eva, there's a ceremony that I have to attend this evening. The unveiling of my

portrait by a young artist.

Just a brief appearance, but I promised him that I'd be there.

Will you come and take care of me?

Of course.

Wait.

Yes.

It's a maid.

Come about the job, sir.

Oh.

Well, come in, then.

So, what have you got to sell me, my dear?

What's your name?

Lily, sir.

Ah, Lady Eva Blackwell.

Hmm.

It occurs to me that I might not have been invited to this viewing home.

What if I'm not admitted, huh?

Huh?

Is that Mr. Holmes? Not that I recognize, Doctor.

Without more ado, ladies and gentlemen, I shall perform the ceremony for which

we are gathered.

I think he's gentler and more beautiful than that.

I shall insist on Whittler painting him.

Formidable. It was a great honor.

I would like to go soon.

The boys caught you to perfection, Lady Swinston.

I don't believe we've been introduced.

Charles Augustus Milford, at your service.

So, excuse me.

Lady, turn up.

I'm afraid.

My husband.

Eva. Forgive us.

beautiful lady.

What?

Lady Thrinstead.

I wonder though if he's quite got her mouth right.

Disaster.

Do I know you?

You work for Milverton, don't you?

Is it good there?

It would be if it weren't for the ruddy plumbing.

Plumbing? And it's always my fault.

Look what you've done.

It's not paint, is it?

Get off.

Get off, Robert.

Get off. I do.

We plumb the depths, it's my firm's motto.

He says you, send for him. Where's the trouble?

What's going on here?

You should come about the plumbing, Mr. Hepworth. I took the liberty of asking

him to come and look at it.

Didn't I, Aggie? You have no right to take liberties.

I'm in charge here.

But we do need it done, Mr. Hepworth.

I mean, Mr. Milverton was only saying yesterday that there was a very ugly

coming from the piping.

and went out early.

Thank you, Mr. Tubman.

Shame, isn't it?

He was a fine statesman, Watson.

It was his diplomacy, I'm told, which eased Anglo -French relationships at a

most delicate time some years back.

I think that I was there with his widow when the news was broken to her.

Milverton.

I had exchanged a word with him, a more calculatingly insincere smile

I never hoped to see.

Charles Hogarth.

He's described to me as a connoisseur in art matters, a businessman who can make

or raise the fortunes of any artist to whom he devotes himself.

Tanks of hell!

He's a member of a number of London clubs.

On the basis, I suppose... But there are those who dare not oppose him.

Not the Diogenes.

I heard from my brother Mycroft that he presented himself and was turned away

with a flea in his ear.

Your gentleman Blackmailer was born in Balham.

The only son of a glazier and his wife.

Your source of information?

Oh, a variety of sources.

I applied your methods.

How have you fared?

I've entered the fortress.

I'm a plumber with a rising business, escort by name.

Oh, the butler who goes under the name of Hebworth is none other than Vike, the

footman. We've got in the face. I'm certain of it.

Perhaps he was employed by Milverton as a reward for keeping his silence during

the Croft scandal.

I wonder.

You've got air compression in your soil pipes, Mr. Edwards.

That's the cause of the evil smell in this house.

What this wants is a fable below it so the dirty water don't get clogged up.

What the devil are you doing here?

It's the plumber, sir.

There's no need of a plumber in this room.

Get out.

I don't like your master, Aggie. He's a shady character.

What's she want to work here for?

She was a real lady's maid. You could tell by her clothes.

What was she after, then?

I think you're getting a bit too curious.

You are.

I'm getting cold.

Nothing good.

I don't know how.

Holmes,

I've had an idea.

A way in which we can bring this fellow Milton within the grasp of the law.

If we could tempt him to blackmail an innocent person, we should have him.

Now, suppose I was to be the recipient of some indiscreet letters.

You, Watson, who would pray write these letters?

Someone of our acquaintance.

Then you and your plumbing persona could offer them for sale.

And at the moment of transaction, Lestrade would be on hand to arrest him.

But legally, we cannot move until some victim is prepared to sacrifice their

reputation by going to the police.

There must be somewhere we can fight this devil.

There is.

There is!

In

a

mere three weeks, my love, all this will be yours.

I feel unworthy of it. Nonsense! There's no woman on earth more worthy.

I feel unwell.

I know what it is you're feeling.

It's your Uncle Charles. I do understand.

But we have our future ahead of us.

And we have each other for the rest of our lives.

Where can I find Monsieur Bertrand?

Good evening, Monsieur.

You see, I tried to bring a little bit of Paris to London.

Camille's map is simple.

Camille? C -A -M, Cam.

What? You know, sometimes you're absolutely amazing.

He allows it to be known that he is prepared to pay very high terms for

which compromise people of wealth and position.

You receive these letters from valets and maids?

Not only them.

Sometimes, how do you say, gentile ruffians who have the confidence and

affection of trusting women.

No one knows where Camille Grippe may fall.

And you are his, um, agent, sir, conductor.

Me?

No, no, no, no. We go back a number of years.

Really, people are stupid enough to trust their servant.

Did you help conductor Housemaid to him recently?

And what is your interest, monsieur?

I have a friend who may have something to sell.

Oh, yes?

Well, come this way.

Tell me about him. Well, he needs to know the procedure.

The matter is delicate.

Of course.

It always is.

It is a personal position to the Duke and Duchess of Landish.

Ah.

Ah. Are this housemaids who came by recently?

She's here tonight.

Celebrating her birthday.

In a year from now, she'll be on the streets.

That's music.

Eve of Blackwell.

Engage the Earl of Dovercourt. Let her be married within weeks. She must admit

her love to our care.

Somehow.

Without delay.

How dare you come into this house?

How dare you?

My dear young lady, a show of temper will avail you nothing.

I can't pay you.

I haven't the money to pay you.

Give me back my letters.

Please.

Leave me alone.

You must be resourceful in finding the money.

You have influential friends. Surely they'll come to your aid.

No, they won't.

How can I tell?

That's not my concern.

This is really good to make you look like you ain't expecting me, Trotson.

Earl of Dover, of course, my lady. Don't fuss, sir. There's a good fellow here.

Darling, this is Mr Milverton.

I'm honoured to meet you, my lord.

What is your business here?

Business?

Shall we share with His Lordship our little secret, Lady Eva?

No.

As you wish.

My card, sir.

Thank you.

Good day to you both.

What time is it?

Twenty past four, sir.

How much longer, Escort?

Well, if you'll forgive me for saying so, Mr. Hepworth.

You're plumbing on a shark nowadays.

It's the worst I've ever seen.

Two more days.

Then you're out.

and see me tonight.

Poor Aggie.

I heard it on good authority that she rides this way every Sunday afternoon.

Would you recognize her?

Well, I've seen her likeness in the magazine. She's with Dovercourt.

I might.

Her godmother lived just over there. We could carry her if it's safe to lift the

doctor. Yes, if you want to.

Just, just please.

Darling?

I'm so sorry to be in so much trouble. You lay where you are, Michael. You're

safe hands.

Thank you.

It's all right.

It's very dismissive.

All England

shares in your greed.

My colleague, Dr. Watson, is attending, Lady Eva.

Poor child is very disturbed by the death of my husband.

It's nothing serious, Lady Swinson, but I would advise you to make her rest and

get her own doctors to see her. Of course. Thank you, Dr. Watson.

Lady Eva should need my services.

Eva.

It was Milverton who caused her fall.

She's always panicked.

He wrings the nerves of his victims to add to his already swollen money bag.

He is the worst man in London.

Peel them, fill them, and apply.

Yes. Nothing better we can do than spend our time here, Holmes.

Do you have any suggestions?

Confront him. Challenge him.

The brain before the cudgel.

Meanwhile, just like him, you'll squeeze his victims till he's drained them dry.

And we're doing nothing to stop him.

Holmes?

You must eat, child.

What's troubling you?

Are you expecting someone?

No.

I'm just thinking about my wedding.

What time do they go to bed in this house, Archie?

What do you want to know?

So that I know when it's safe to visit you.

You could always come in over the wall, throw pebbles at my window.

Which is your window?

I'll only tell you if you marry me, Ralph. Oh, Archie,

Archie. Then it's my turn. You have such a way with words.

All right.

I'm at the very, very top on the corner.

And the master, he's the floor below, facing out of the garden.

And Mr. Epworth, he's on the ground floor, just across from the study.

I love this sleeping task. You can't wake him. It's a joke in a servant's

Why don't he sleep upstairs?

you'll be interested to hear that I'm engaged to be married.

Oh, yeah? Right.

To the Milverton's house, Ray.

Good heaven.

I needed information.

Surely you've gone too far.

It was the most necessary step.

I've walked with her.

Walked with her.

Haven't as nice talks.

But the girl... Can't be helped, Rossman.

One must pay one's cards as best one can when such a stake is on the table.

However, I rejoice to tell you that I have a hated rival.

Well, cut to me, I, at the moment my back is turned.

What a splendid day it is.

You like this weather?

She's here.

My father died when I was 12.

My mother stays in the country.

Lord and Lady Swinston opened their London home to me.

Indeed, they arranged my season last year.

Give me your glove.

Oh, Mrs Hudson, what do you think you're doing?

You haven't been out this morning, Mr Holmes.

And you don't have to be a detective to see that this young lady is recently up

from a sickbed.

Isn't that so, my dear?

You must put some roses back in those cheeks.

Thank you. The broth is an excellent idea.

Mrs Hartman, will you vanish?

I said vanish!

He was my first love.

The son of some neighbours of ours in Suffolk.

But we were ill -matched.

He had few prospects.

When I came down to London last year for the season, I broke off with him.

I didn't realise how much I hurt him.

He returned my letters, and I put them away in a trunk, which I keep with me.

Now, the substance of these letters.

It's just a little foolish.

But sufficient to cause your fiancé misgiving.

Harry's so proud of me.

It frightens me sometimes that I cannot live up to his expectation of me.

It was your maid who found these letters.

Lily, yes.

I tried it.

I cannot believe she could have betrayed me like this.

How would Lily know about Milverton?

I think the idea may have come to her through

a misfortune that befell a friend of mine, Charlotte.

Who was to have married a Colonel Dorking.

Mr. Milverton sent her some letters.

They were very distressing.

Lily and I were there when she received them.

To think the same fate has befallen me.

It will be all right, Lady Eva.

What can you do?

My marriage is on the 18th.

He is demanding that the money be paid to him four days prior

to the wedding on the 14th, on the day of the dance.

Dance? Lord Dovercourt has arranged a wedding feast and invited half of

I'm dreading it.

Now, if you will place yourself in my hands, I will inform Mr. Milverton that

you've commissioned me to meet him to make the best terms that I can.

I have limited resources, Mr. Holmes. But enough for me to bargain with him,

I cannot approach him empty -handed.

Good. Good.

Thank you.

My felicitations to your godmother.

Lady, you must trust Mr. Holmes and his

methods. Absolutely.

Mrs. Hudson will see you out.

That young lady, Holmes, must be treated with infinite care, unlike your other

recent escapade. Oh, Watson, it took some nerve for her to come here alone.

It is my belief that Lady Eva and the Milverton housemaid have something in

common. And what is that? Juice.

Watson, juice.

In the face of adversity.

Mr. Milverton.

So glad to see you.

Parrot wasn't the answer.

You've been hard to find.

What are you doing?

I fell asleep.

Johnson told me about your Uncle Charles.

I'm so sorry. I stayed here to comfort Diana, but...

We'll call again at 6 .30am.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Yes, gentlemen, is it the right?

Dr. Walters is my friend and partner.

It is purely in the interests of your client that I protested.

The matter is so very delicate.

Dr. Walters has already said it.

Well?

Perfect.

Then we may proceed to business. You said in your note that you are acting

the Lady Eva.

Are you empowered to accept my terms?

What are your terms?

£7 ,000.

And the alternative?

My dear sir, it is painful for me to discuss it, but I can say

that all this is done with the most careful consideration.

If the money is not paid on the 14th, then there will certainly be no marriage

on the 18th.

We are, of course, familiar with the contents of these letters.

We should advise our client to tell her future husband the whole story and trust

to his generosity.

Then you evidently do not know the Earl.

What harm is there in these letters?

Just brightly.

Very sprightly.

The lady was a charming correspondent.

But I assure you the Earl of Dover Court will fail to appreciate them.

However, if you think otherwise, it's purely a matter of business. If you

it in the best interests of your client, then it would indeed be foolish to pay

so large a sum of money.

You go too fast.

We would certainly make every effort to avoid scandal in so delicate a matter.

I felt sure you would see it in that light.

Lady Eva is not a wealthy woman.

£2 ,000 would be a total drain on her resources.

The sum you name, utterly beyond her power.

Return the letters at the price we indicate, I assure you.

It is the highest you can get.

What you say may be true of the lady's resources, but surely the occasion of

marriage. Is it not a proper time for her friends and relations to make some

little effort on her behalf?

They may hesitate us to an acceptable wedding present.

But this little bundle of letters would bring more joy than all the candelabra

and butter dishes in London, wouldn't it?

It's not possible.

It is not possible.

Ah, dear me, then, how very unfortunate. I cannot help feeling that ladies are

ill -advised in not making an effort.

Look at this.

This belongs to... Well, perhaps it's hardly

fair to tell you to whom it belongs until tomorrow morning, when it'll be in

hands of the lady's husband.

And all because she will not find a beggarly sum, which she could easily do,

simply by turning some of her diamonds into paste. It is such a pity!

You may have noticed a small paragraph recently in the Morning Post.

The sudden end of the engagement between the Honourable Miss Miles and Colonel

Dawkins? Yes.

And its tragic consequences.

That which can't amount to murder. How do you answer for that, Mr Milverton?

How a man conducts himself under such circumstances is a matter for himself

alone.

That's a monstrous assertion. It was you!

And you alone, who caused its death.

And the sum involved, niggardly.

Indeed, a mere £1 ,200 would have settled the whole question. It's

isn't it?

And yet here I find you, Mr Holmes, a man of sense, boggling at terms, when

whole future and honour of your client is at stake. You surprise me, you do,

really.

The money cannot be found.

Surely it would be better for you to take the substantial sum we offer than

ruin this young woman's career, which can profit you in no way.

No, you're mistaken.

An exposure would profit me indirectly to a considerable degree.

I have eight or ten similar cases maturing.

If it is circulated that I've made a severe example of Lady Eva, I shall find

the rest.

much more open to reason. Do you see my point?

Do you see the contents

of those letters?

Mr. Holmes, Mr. Holmes, I've been expecting you to do something original.

This has been tried so often before.

Young Edward Croft, for one.

Croft? The footman, Vike, who took the bullet and was rightfully yours.

You've done some work on me.

So you must know that nothing ever came of an attack on my person. I'm armed to

the teeth at all times.

And I'm perfectly prepared to use my weapons, knowing that the law will

me.

You may well have your plant to test your authority.

I'm so sorry, but you will have to wait.

Mr

Holmes,

surely you don't believe I'd be so foolish as to carry my livelihood here

pocket? Just making sure, Mr Milverton.

Well, now, gentlemen.

I have one or two little interviews this evening.

And it's a long drive to Hampstead.

Someone has dealt Milverton a blow.

An out -aged husband?

Just one of thousands in this great city who crave Milverton's destruction.

And may it beat us to it.

Holmes, I'm as fond of art as any man.

But don't you think after yesterday's encounter... Art is bound to the brain.

Especially in moment of decision.

Sir, we've learned something about Milverton.

We've learned of his ruthlessness, hardly a revelation.

We've learned of his vanity, and to a certain measure, his vulnerability.

I can see that the damage to his carriage might have unsettled him. We

exploit such things.

Wanton vandalism. Any chink in the armour.

Mr. Holmes, this is my friend, the Honorable Charlotte Miles.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes and his partner, Dr. Watson.

Lady Eva, may I speak privately to you?

Miss Miles, please accept our sympathy.

Mr. Holmes and I are fully aware of your situation.

That is most kind of you, Dr. Watson, but one has to live with one's mistakes.

He was unyielding.

Now, the next move requires your delicate cooperation.

I'll do anything you say, Mr. Holmes. The dance, in your honor.

On the 14th.

Good afternoon, Mr. Stokes.

I told you I was not to be disturbed, girl. What is it?

It's for Mr. Sherlock Holmes to see you, Harry.

Oh, Aggie.

You've touched my heart.

Mr. Holmes.

I'm here to inform you that my client accepts your terms.

She's acted with perspicacity.

She begs one small favor.

What is it?

The exchange be delayed until the 15th. The Earl has arranged a dance on the

previous night, and she is somewhat preoccupied with that.

The dance, yes.

So, 10 o 'clock the following morning, you can do business.

7 ,000 pounds.

That's a great.

Here or at Baker Street?

Here, Baker Street.

Neutral ground, perhaps.

The Diogenes car.

You are a member.

May I?

Tell me, this sudden turnabout, was it on your advice?

I could not abandon my client to her fate, Mr. Milverton. You are the victor.

My late husband and I were something of a second family to her, so you see my

concern.

This man who is blackmailing her.

Charles Augustus Milverton. He's an art dealer.

Yes, I've heard of him.

He's well -placed to hear the gossip and do his worst.

What view does Mr Holmes take of it?

Well, I'm sure he has something in mind.

He seldom confides in me till the last minute.

Ah, Holmes.

Lady Twinstead is fully primed on the situation.

Time is running out.

Mr. Holmes.

If it is a question of paying the money... That will not be necessary.

You can give assurance, then.

That would be unwise of me, Lady Twinstead.

But I assure you...

I will give it my best.

I shall have to be satisfied with that, then.

Mr. Holmes.

This man must be silenced.

What does she know about Milverton?

By name?

Yes, I told her. Was that wrong of me?

Oh, Watson, these bills.

They must be paid.

Oh, incidentally, I managed to secure an invitation for us both to the Dovercote

dance. The house is some miles from London, but in reach for my purposes.

What purposes?

I intend to burgle the Milverton house that night.

For heaven's sake, Holmes, think what you're doing.

Well, let us look at it fairly and clearly.

You will admit that the cause is morally justifiable?

Yes, technically criminal.

No more than raiding his pockets, a cause which you were perfectly willing

help me.

That was on the spur of the moment, not in the cold light of reason. Reason!

to test my brain.

That's the curse of it.

Think.

If you're caught, an honoured career ending in failure and public disgrace.

What failure? What disgrace? Again, it's defeat.

You know me well enough that I would never adopt so energetic a course if

another were possible.

I must have those letters.

And I have the house in the palm of my hand.

The cudgel before the brain.

What are the odious Milford in? Do you think he's just going to open his gates

and invite you to stroll in?

Milton will be at the dance.

He's the guest of Lady Eva's.

That's monstrous, Holmes!

My self -respect and reputation are at stake. It's the only way.

Well, I don't like it. Any of it.

You have nothing to fear.

Eva!

Shoes? Yes.

Masks? Black silk handkerchiefs. I see you have a natural turn for this sort of

thing. I wonder where I learnt it.

Take

the

usual precautions tonight, Herbworth.

I will.

Enjoy your evening.

People at risk here, Holmes.

Yes, indeed.

We leave in eight minutes.

Excuse me, sir. The ladyship would like to see you upstairs.

Harry.

That man.

Is he an invited guest?

To Milverton.

Yeah, it could be something evil.

A painting.

Clara Gold's probably trying to whittle down the price by inviting him here.

Worry yourself, Diana.

It's all right.

To see you here, Mr. Holmes.

Just mixing business with pleasure.

There's no doubt you are.

Purely pleasure this evening, Mr. Holmes, I assure you.

You will be keeping our appointment?

Good morning, sir.

Sir?

I'm expecting a visitor in half an hour.

Servants are playing while the master's away.

That's strange.

No time to lose at all.

Amen.

You made me curtail my evening's entertainment.

I hope you prove worth it.

You couldn't come at a more sociable time?

Well, I look a good one, shouldn't I?

If the Countess is a hard mistress, you have a chance now to get even with her.

Bless the girl. What are you shivering about?

Miss Bella.

Pull yourself together.

Now then, let's get down to business.

You say you have five letters which compromise?

The Comtesse d 'Albert?

Do you want to sell them? I want to buy them.

So far, so good.

It only remains to fix the price.

Of course, I shall want to examine the letters. If they prove to be good

specimens, then...

Great heavens, is it you?

A woman whose life you have ruined.

You were so very obstinate.

Harry, to allow fear... Why did you drive me to such extremities?

An episode long closed. I wouldn't...

I had to fly of my own accord. You waited for the moment when the stake was

worth winning.

What was I to do?

Until you sent the letter to my husband. A man whose boots I was never worthy to

lay.

You broke his gallant heart.

A vile creature!

That day, I came here.

I prayed, I begged you for mercy, and you laughed at my faith.

But you are trying to laugh now. Your coward heart cannot keep your lips from

trembling. Don't imagine you can bully me. I've only to raise my voice. You

ruin no more lives as you have ruined mine. I can call my servants and have

arrested. You will wring no more hearts as you have wrung mine, Charles

Milverton. I will make allowance for your natural anger. Leave the room at

and I'll say no more about it.

I will free the world of a poisonous thing.

done me.

That is first step.

Now, gentlemen.

Sale of the property of Charles A. Milverton, Esquire.

Deceased. Lot one.

Box of miscellaneous objects.

Trinkets. Correspondence.

Do I hear five pounds?

Thank you, sir. Do you advance?

You're a steward to a noble household.

Making sure.

Lot two.

bust of Athene, ancient goddess of wisdom, industry, and war.

Now, what do I have for this fine marble statue?

Ten pounds?

Twenty?

Twenty pounds?

Thirty? Thank you, sir.

I have thirty pounds.

Fifty. I have fifty pounds, sir.

Sixty?

Eighty.

£80. £90.

£90 against you, sir.

That's £90.

£100.

More, sir?

£100.

Sold to the gentleman over there for £100.

an auction, Mrs. Hudson.

It cost a hundred pounds.

Why has he smashed it?

I thought there might be something in it.

I'm not unhappy to say that I was wrong.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

And why, as

a point of interest, Holmes, did the Frenchman want it?

Sentimental reasons.

Just making sure.

There are certain aspects of which I am not proud.

Please, bury this cage deep in your pocket.