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The misery that must be behind those walls.

There's no escape from the terrors of the mind.

Indeed.

Well, another case concluded.

I needn't have left Baker Street.

An observant child could have solved it.

Good luck with the seminar.

And thank you. It's a privilege, my dear fellow. It was a successful case after

all.

And Holmes, don't be bored.

Glove and cast.

Glove.

It's so beautiful, Robert.

I never expected it to be so beautiful.

And it's really always belonged to your family.

For about four or five hundred years or so.

I want to see it. No, Hattie.

Why can't I see it?

My darling girl, you don't understand. I can't just drop in at Glavine.

Neither can you.

You may be utterly divine and if possibly rich, but you can't.

But why can't I?

You own it. You're Lord St. Simon. It's your house.

It's an ancestral home, Eddie, not just mine.

It's the servants who really live there.

Actually, every one of them has spent more of their life at Glavine than I

I won't have them put out.

I see.

So, even when we're married, if I want to visit, I have to send on ahead.

Yes.

Preferably a day or two ahead. Oh, I didn't realize.

Like royalty.

Yes.

Will it be all right, Robert?

What, my darling?

Did I mind?

About me, what I am and where I come from.

The servants I meet.

And your family.

They already think of you as being wonderfully exotic.

But I'm a miner's daughter from a mining camp.

I might have been digging gold out there, but it still makes me a miner's

daughter. Doesn't matter.

Perfect education for the country life.

You'll have the whole country at your feet, as you have me.

There's always been some sort of ado at Glavin.

I'll let a fellow who's interested keep it going.

You know, I have a fancy that cats from the Americas, like you, have come to

welcome you.

You're a wild, beautiful thing.

About half as wild and beautiful as you.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh,

my God.

Oh, my God.

No wonder we got here at all.

Right.

That's all right.

Paris, did you say? What did you say?

They sent the child to Paris.

What for?

To school.

Yes. Americans do send their daughters to Paris.

That's what I was given to understand.

I doubt it. You know, in my experience, Paris breeds either frivolity or

philosophy.

Neither a helpful companion in life.

No, I suppose not.

Well, at least the child is not an actress.

Oh, Florence. I'm hungry.

Alice,

Alice, Alice.

Now, now, Hattie. They're your future family. They want to like you.

They want to like Lord Robert's future bride. Stop being so silly, Eddie. Oh,

Alice, but Alice, have you seen those women? Now, Hedy Duran, I'd like to

you of a certain incident which occurred in Tompkins Gulch not two years ago.

The bear.

Alice, I was scared to death.

Ah, you faced that bear down, you did. I couldn't move, I tell you. You faced

him down.

You believed in yourself, and you did it. Now, you get down those stairs.

My dear Henrietta.

You cannot live with Clavin. Why not?

Because Clavin isn't fit for habitation.

But it's just perfect.

We'll soon get it round.

I say it's the most beautiful place I've ever seen. Don't you remember how

lovely it was when all the men came with their scythes to mow the hay in the

park? And the summer parties.

Every lamp in the house was lit.

And outside, the smell of the hay in the moonlight.

You remember?

Yes, yes.

I remember.

Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes, my father has run away. Please will you help me find

him? Timothy.

My cat, Boswell, is missing money, no objects.

Well, I'll tell you what I actually think.

I think he's extraordinarily pretty. That's what I think.

And I think Robert is head over heels in love.

I agree.

That's what I think. And Bella thinks so too, don't you, my angel?

Bella says Mr.

Watton is very nearly as pretty as she is.

Very nearly.

Dear Henrietta.

You mustn't take what Amelia says too seriously. I didn't hear a word of all

that.

Robert so deserves you, my dear.

He's been unlucky in love, and his business... Hush, Mary.

Remember. Why can't I finish what I was going to say? When do we dine?

Exquisite.

Exquisite.

You've merely imagined all these dreadful things all.

It was your imagination.

This agony has been too much for you. I love you, sir.

Yes, but... At home.

With your own mother, my blessed boy.

Everything is yours for the asking.

Just like when you were a little child.

The fit is over now.

Mother. Give me the sun. What is the matter?

Look at me.

Oh, do you not know me?

The sun.

The sun.

No.

No.

No!

We're being watched.

I will not rehearse in front of strangers.

looking for, then?

Mind your own business.

It's not Lord Roberts.

It's our thousandth anniversary, isn't it? Seven years.

Your damned anniversary.

Not his.

You know it, he knows it, and the cat knows it. What's the matter with you?

Get out!

Go and get me another bottle. Go on.

I'm not his whore to be paid off.

He trusted me.

I'm not your whore, my lord.

No.

Come and use your whore, my lord.

You'll never have anyone who'll do what you want like me

Thank

you

You'll pardon me, ma 'am, if I don't join you in drinking that French Chateau

wine. I guess it's too refined for my taste.

Some would say too civilized.

I'll drink your health, but it'll be in Samuel Markoolin's rye.

Smoky kind of whiskey.

I travel it with me all over.

How very wise, Mr.

Doran. Very wise.

If one has an established taste, why then... Just so.

Just so.

The answer is magnificent.

You know, don't you, I've settled a considerable amount on Hetty for when

married.

She's very conscious of your generosity, though.

She's mentioned it more than once.

Sure.

Now, tell me about this house of yours.

Great house.

Sad -looking, they tell me.

Hmm.

I'll accept that.

But I'm not prepared to lay out more for the time I spend there.

Hetty has told me how beautiful it is.

I think she'd like it to be one of her homes.

I would want to please Hetty in any way I can.

But I'm not sure that living at Glavin is possible.

Why not?

You've always been very frank with me, so I'll admit something to you.

When I was much younger and barely had a grasp of affairs...

I was very badly advised.

Financially, I mean.

In what way?

I was persuaded to sell off outlying parts of Glavin until there wasn't

income from the estate to sustain the house.

Then mortgages were taken out to repair things which left even less income.

And nobody warned you of the consequences?

I talked to my advisors.

They were my father's advisors.

When you grow up in a place like Glouven, it seems eternal.

Sure, I see that.

I'll be off then, Miss Miller, and I hope you'll do the same.

But there's no point in you doing otherwise.

Oh, well, rid me of this trouble for a moment. Oh, you might say... I do say,

get out.

This should kick things off for you to make you started, Glovin.

Very generous.

You look after my girl.

I'll look after your house.

The Park Club.

The Park Club.

Vincent.

Thank you.

Remember our agreement, my lord.

This quarter's payment, or I foreclose the mortgages.

Keep a very happy mind.

My partners and I have no wish to own love.

Please don't force us to take it.

Mr. Shaw will never come to town.

Excuse me, General.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

Does that look a reproach?

No.

No, I'm often up at this hour.

I don't really sleep these days.

Reels!

of the chair and the sense of the stain of the chair.

Leave the goddamn thing alone.

Thank you for coming, Doctor.

Why didn't you call me earlier?

Well, I didn't know what to... Oh, dear, oh, dear.

He won't admit it, of course, but he's not well.

I'm very worried about him. You should have called me earlier.

But he wouldn't have it. And you know how masterful he is. I didn't dare

him.

Holmes?

Holmes?

What do you know about dreams?

Why do you ask?

Why?

I'm walking through infernal territory and you ask why? I only meant... I don't

know what I meant.

Well, there's a group in Vienna led by a young doctor called Freud.

Psychologist, mitwock, gesellschaft.

Please, don't look at them.

They're merely scribbles for reference.

Do they seek to explain dreams?

To interpret them, I believe so. Their relationship to the life of the dreamer.

They aim to be scientific, I gather.

A science of dreams.

Well, well, well.

My dream is horrible.

I'm fighting with Moriarty at the falls.

And suddenly I'm overwhelmed with a strength of lot.

Fear.

Yes, fear.

Empty rooms. I have no sense of scale.

A huge chair which diminishes, its upholstery torn to shreds.

I'm struggling to escape from a marsh, a mire, a quagmire, the Grimpen Mire.

And then appears an androgynous creature,

witch -like, hag -like, with claws, talons,

which reach out to me.

Through me.

And I'm trapped.

In a mesh of cobwebs.

And I wake.

Are you eating?

Sleep badly, you have bad dreams. You sleep even worse.

I don't have bad dreams. I have one dream more than once.

I don't see how you really are.

Oh, please, don't do that.

And I'll tell you something else.

I regret Moriarty's death.

Tell me, how would you describe Moriarty?

Evil.

A giant of evil.

Giant, yes, quite so.

Without him, I have to deal with distressed children and cat owners.

Pigment! Pigment of triviality!

You see, Moriarty combined science with evil.

Organization with precision. Vision with perception.

I know of only one person that he misjudged.

Put away your medicals.

How is your seminar?

Lively.

There's something wrong with the child. She doesn't look nervous in the hat.

Hat? Oh, yes.

Amelia does look curious in the hat. I never thought of it before.

Even you, who are nervous as a bride, put us like that.

There's something wrong.

I was about to announce, my lady. Oh, can you turn around a minute, would you?

Very well, my lady.

Get that girl for me.

Get her!

In the cold gutter of your heart, Lord Robert.

of you.

Look, Bella, there's the famous Flora Miller.

She used to be a friend of Robert's, but I don't think she likes him anymore.

I can explain everything.

It was a long time ago.

He's not fair.

Go away.

The house has been searched now, top to bottom.

Not a sign of Hetty anywhere. Nothing.

Alice? One of Mr. Antelope's is missing, sir.

Nothing else?

No, sir. Not even a purse.

Thank you, Alice.

Sir.

We must call the police.

What about this woman of yours?

This actress?

Could she have anything to do with it?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I'll get the police Do you have any objection?

No

I've told you, what you should be doing is eating properly.

Come in.

This has come.

It is not most urgent.

Hudson, I can still see.

Are you all right, Mr Holmes? You know, I wish I'd never unlocked the door.

No.

Oh, it's got a crystal monogram.

That's an improvement.

This morning's mail was from a fishmonger and a tide waiter.

It's a fashionable epistle indeed.

My dear Sherlock Holmes, Lord Blackwater tells me that I may place implicit

reliance upon your judgment and discretion.

Scotland Yard is already acting in this matter, and there is no objection to...

It's about that Lord St. Simon wedding.

Props in chief over a pest spade.

It's him.

Lord Simon, he's early.

Oh, please, Watson. I'm trying to sleep.

You know my methods.

Leave the door open.

Where is Holmes?

Mr. Holmes is indisposed, my lord.

He has entrusted the preliminaries to me.

I know his methods.

Very well.

Very well.

Apart from the distress this has caused me, you understand the

delicacy? Indeed.

Indeed.

Lord Blackwater said that Mr. Holmes has handled cases of this sort before.

though hardly, I imagine, from the same class of society.

He would, in fact, be defending.

Sir, Mr. Holmes' last client of the thought was a king.

Bower Watson.

Ah, I had no idea.

Which king?

Well, you can understand, my lord, that he extends to the affairs of...

Are the clients the same secrecy which she's promised you in yours?

Of course.

How are we to find her, sir?

How can she have disappeared?

Where is she?

I must have her back.

A woman obscured.

It was after the ceremony outside the church that I first noticed that

was wrong.

Because you came out and not before?

No.

And as she came in?

She appeared a little apprehensive.

But she...

It looked quite lovely.

I'm very happy.

If I remember rightly, the newspapers implied that Miss Miller was drunk when

she made the scene at your front door.

As far as I could judge, yes, it was likely.

My Lord, would it be in order to ask the nature of your relationship with Miss

Miller?

Yes. If somewhat naive, she was my mistress.

We parted some months ago.

I was, I believe, generous.

And that is when you met Miss Duran?

Before, in fact.

Miss Miller's drinking had already led to some scenes.

She was becoming very unreliable.

Do you think... Do you think Miss Miller the sort of person to seek revenge

on you? Beyond embarrassing, I mean.

Drink affects people unpredictably.

The chap at Scotland Yard also believes Miss Miller to be implicated in Hetty's

disappearance.

Hadn't you better answer the daughter?

Oh, no, I know it's home. The circumstances are odd, though. I felt

see this.

The woman was a lady.

No doubt about it.

There was something about her.

Compelling, I call it.

Most compelling.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

Never mind her clothes and her veil.

It was her voice.

She was a lady.

Did you say she wore a veil?

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Hudson had a... faint, cold fear and...

Through my veins.

Oh, sir.

Would you put a mat in the fire?

Of course.

Thank you, Mrs. Thompson.

Now, Lord Robert, if I were to mention the names Maud and Helena to you, would

they mean anything?

Certainly they would.

They are the names of the two women to whom Lord Robert was previously married.

Married?

You were married?

Forgive my friend's surprise, my lord. Why don't you tell him?

You said you wanted to sleep.

Well, I'm wide awake now.

But you're known.

Even celebrated as one of the most eligible bachelors in the country.

I never chose to be celebrated, Mr. Holmes.

I have always been very contented that my marriages be kept from the public

gaze, Mr. Holmes. Why?

They were not comfortable experiences.

Comfortable?

Painful, indeed.

Painful.

That is what I said, Mr. Holmes.

They have no bearing on the matter in hand.

Would you oblige me, then, by telling me how your marriages ended?

The first ended in my wife's death.

The second, by annulment.

Let's see.

And the grounds of the annulment?

It was annulled, Mr. Holmes.

Watson, will you fetch Mrs. Hudson?

Mrs. Hudson?

Sir?

I want you to describe to me the lady who delivered the note.

Thank you.

Try, sir.

No, you must do more than try, Mrs. Hudson. You must be free.

Well, um...

Look, sir.

On the other side of the street.

Yes, sir.

What is it?

A tram ticket and an accounts book.

It's just figures.

No dress.

Lady Petty gone. What of Maud and Helena?

Out of the way, Mrs. Hudson!

Oh, Doctor!

That day, Dr.

Wiles made this prayer.

Something about losing a relative.

Asked to lose?

To lose one parent may be considered unfortunate.

Yes, that's it, you see. I think that's what the mailed lady was trying to

imply. To lose one wife may be considered unfortunate, but to lose

to look like carelessness. Rank carelessness, Watson!

Ricky, who is this woman? I must read your notes on Lord Robert.

Oh, be reasonable, Watson. I will eat.

But you're not leaving this room. You need rest.

Rest? Well, then you'll have to interview Duran tomorrow morning.

All right.

A science of dreams.

What is that in undiscovered language?

Like our ancestors thought of them.

Prophetic.

Yes, you may look.

Pre -cognition.

This little book, we must wait until it dries.

The woman with the veil.

She must be found.

I'm sorry to disturb you, sir.

Inspector Montgomery.

I wonder if you could identify this.

I understand the young lady was wearing her wedding dress when she left the

house.

Yes, that's Hedy's wedding dress.

I'm grateful you expected your time. Not at all.

I'm told a visit to Mr. Holmes is always entertaining, if nothing else.

Leamington Spa?

What's looked straight doing at Leamington Spa?

Taking the waters.

Well, I'm sorry to see you laid up, Mr. Holmes. Must cramp your style no end.

Never mind.

We've not been idle.

I've arrested Miss Flora Miller for questioning.

Miller's playing a leading role in the wedding.

Why?

Flora Miller was seen at the wedding.

Then she came looking for the victim. She attacked Lord Robert, and then she

seen with Miss Duran shortly after she left her house, but she'll tell us

nothing about it.

Nothing. And there's this, Mr Holmes.

You know where to come as soon as you can. I will wait all day.

And it's signed F .M.

F .M.

Fairly conclusive, wouldn't you say?

Where did you find this?

In the pocket of the wedding dress.

You're looking at the wrong side.

I know what's on the other side. Excuse me, what is your name?

Montgomery.

Inspector. Ah.

An inspector.

This is the one for my hotel bill. Rooms, eight shillings. Breakfast, two

six.

Cocktails, a shilling.

Luncheon, two and six. A glass of shilly, eight pounds. I have looked at

There's nothing in it.

I know very few hotels that would dare to charge eight pence for a glass of

sherry. However, Inspector, I would like to interview, please,

Miss Miller.

You're welcome to.

Good day, Mr. Holmes.

Dr. Watson. Inspector.

Oh, and good luck.

Good luck to you.

The portabless tray.

Loose. He'd let me to the spa, had a tour of his wife with him.

I need your hip task and a small bottle of gin.

Gin?

That hotel bill.

The message.

It must have been passed somehow to Miss Duran in the church.

Question one, how?

Question two, by who?

Clearly, by the person she went to meet.

The initials FM for Miller.

Hmm.

I wonder... Mr Holmes, the evidence is looking

increasingly good. It's Miss Miller. I now have this gentleman's evidence.

May I introduce Mr George Tidy?

How do you do, sir?

He's the senior porter at the park club.

He's prepared to testify that Miss Miller took a shot with a pistol at Lord

Simon on the night before his wedding.

If true, it's most intriguing.

Oh, it's true, all right.

Oh, it's true, all right.

Mr. Tidy has the proof.

The bullets.

There.

A pocket gun, wouldn't you say?

But not Miss Miller's. Not Miss Miller's?

No, certainly not.

The gun has yet to be invented that can shoot round corners, Inspector.

Someone took a shot at him. Of course they did. Now, Mr. Tidy, who do you

attempted this murder?

I've no idea, sir.

But there were several other people about.

But I noticed that the door of his lordship's carriage banged at the same

time as the gun went off.

But what really alerted me was the chips coming out of the stone.

Well, naturally, after that I had to turn.

And there she was.

Miss Miller, I mean.

Staring at me.

Curious. And so you thought it was she who had fired the shot. Very natural.

However, it was not.

Person or persons unknown.

acutely aware that you should not be here.

I'm glad to hear it.

I am sure at home is at your service.

Only service you could do me is to be carrying a bottle.

What an extraordinarily civilized citizen you turn out to be, then.

I am here to investigate the disappearance of Lady St. Simon.

The child simply had the common sense to see what she was letting herself in

for. And what was she letting herself in for?

A life with Lord Roberts and Simon.

Can you describe what that might entail?

I tell the child all about it.

It's

been

a long day.

I was very tired.

God knows what I said to her.

I don't remember.

Dear Mr.

Holmes,

I, Agnes Northcott, being of sound mind and body.

You observe Miss Hetty Duran leave the house.

You introduce yourself to her.

You walked together in the park.

You warned her against Lord St. Simon.

Yes. Did she try to defence the file to you?

No. Not at all?

All she said was, thank you. That has decided me. Ah, go on.

You took her back to the theatre and sent out some clothes.

Yes. Had she money with her?

No, I bought the clothes and I gave her a couple of sovereigns.

That's very good of you.

Not at all.

She told me her father would reimburse it all. She wrote a note to him for me.

Ah, a note.

Now,

can you tell me anything about Lord St. Simon's previous marriages?

Nothing. Nothing?

Nothing. I live for the present. Anything else is a waste of time.

You know nothing about his first wife's death?

Nothing.

The second marriage was annulled. Do you know why?

No.

Anonment usually takes place when there is unfitness in one of the partners.

Do you know what that might be?

No. No.

Nothing.

You're not prepared to discuss anything?

No. May I ask why?

No.

That any man should be worthy of such love.

Is it passion?

Fear?

Oh, I see, Miss Miller.

It's both.

I promise you, I shall do my best to see that you are released from this non

-identical confinement.

Miss Miller.

You're nearly ready.

You know, the disappearance of Durand's daughter ought to be a simple matter.

It should solve itself without further assistance.

Well, what about Lord Robert? What has he done to warrant three avenging

Witches.

Witches?

Well, a woman obscured.

Perhaps time is shaped.

We cannot dream the future.

Well, maybe the future is all around us.

I'm ready.

Coming.

It's a pity there's so little in this.

Just a few figures and initials.

No doubt you'll find more.

Oh, look.

It's like the delicate membranes of a butterfly.

Oh, the poor woman's destitute.

Destitute.

Ah, there's rage on this page. Look how she's torn the paper with the nib.

What have we here?

A thread.

A seamstress.

Lacemaker.

Web.

Acre.

Ah, she reads.

Bronte, Jane, Austen, and Sophocles.

Come in.

Woman with the veil.

She's back.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

Yes, I am here.

We've met before.

I am Agnes Northcott.

Miss Northcott.

What are you to say to me?

Before I can tell you that, I must know your connection with Lord St. Simon.

None. Watson?

We are investigating his wife's disappearance.

He must not find her.

Such an edict requires justification, ma 'am.

No woman with a fortune is safe from him, believe me.

Believe me. Really? Well, I am afraid I am burdened with a rational turn of

mind. I need proofs.

Oh, Miss Northcote, I need proofs. I have no proofs.

Only my conviction and experiences, not just my own.

Conviction? Well, that's a luxury that I have almost forgotten.

You clearly have much to tell us, Miss Northcote. Please.

Please sit down.

I have.

About my sister.

Shall I tell you what happened to her?

That is why I came.

Helena was more alive than anyone I've ever met.

She had her fortune.

She was in charge of her fate, as few women are, until she met Lord Roberts

Simon.

He destroyed her.

He took her fortune. He married her.

And he destroyed her.

How?

He had her committed to a madhouse.

It required only the signature of two doctors and the deed with guns.

When was this?

It could not happen today. We have the lunacy act. Oh, could it not?

Well, that's as may be.

But the act came too late for my sister.

And when the Lunacy Act became enforced, he still had

her put away.

People can't just be put away.

They can if your uncle is a duke, if you're handsome and plausible.

Under the terms of your precious act, I demanded that conditions of her

confinement were inspected.

And so they were.

A small but learned committee went to Glavin eventually.

Knowing what they wanted to find, and of course they found it, charmed by the

compassionate Lord Robert, who had kept his wife, a profoundly depressed person,

once beautiful, now sadly distracted, in conditions that can only be wondered at

for their cleanliness.

Their orderliness, their quality of nursing and so on.

Only one thing was amiss. It was not my sister.

Helena was not mad.

It was not her.

He'd hired someone.

Flora Miller.

Robert!

It was not my sister.

And where is she now?

I went to gloven myself.

I had to find the truth.

I reward with this.

Miss Northcote, did you discover the truth?

No.

I didn't know how to.

I was blind with anger and grief.

I have no recollection of even how I got there.

I only know that I found myself one day.

I was left in part of the wood where the animals are kept.

So it might look as though I had been attacked by one of them after ignoring

notices not to.

I was found by some cottagers and kept alive.

I will expect you to find out whether my sister was alive or not.

half -life of not knowing.

Nothing seems to break the great circle I live in.

Nothing I do.

Nothing.

I walk the streets at night.

Am I looking for danger?

Sometimes... I think I'm asking the world to help me.

So I can feel alive.

Good God.

What else may I have dreamt?

The laundry.

Miss Northcote, will you satisfy me upon one point?

If I can.

Your meanderings.

Not turn on me, Andres. Did they ever take you past the park club?

Lord Sir Simon was shot at on the night before his wedding.

That was you.

Couldn't bear to see another life destroyed.

Lord Robert's wife.

First wife was murdered.

Murdered?

She also had a fortune. She was robbed and killed shortly after their honeymoon

in France.

By who?

A man called Thomas Flutier.

Was he convicted?

Yes, but he escaped.

And where is he now?

Where do you think he is?

Any idea?

Glavin.

No, I... I don't know, I don't know.

I have no proof.

Just the strength of your conviction. Yes.

Miss Northcote, I'm afraid the sound of your shot never reached the ears of our

noble bachelor, the thrice -married Lord St. Simon.

I cannot expect you to understand how much I envy you.

The delight it must be to face an opponent of some worth.

Excuse me.

Hudson!

Is he really going to help?

Oh, yes.

He already is.

I was in the church, weren't we, my sweetness?

I smuggled Bella in. She was as good as gold.

Did anything occur?

Oh, nothing occurred out of the ordinary.

I assure you.

Please, try to remember.

Oh, yes.

Sweet little Hetty dropped her bouquet, you know, and had it picked up for her.

Dropped her bouquet?

It was quite an oddity, the one that picked it up, I mean.

One of the Duans.

I suppose.

He looked American at any rate. Thank you.

You're...

You

don't, I suppose, have another heiress up your sleeve?

Damn you.

The newspapers, you see, reported a scene of disgusting vulgarity on your

-in -law's doorsteps.

I wondered how you explained that to him.

Doran doesn't think me an innocent.

He accepted my story.

It was clear to everyone that Miss Miller was drunk.

I managed to obtain from my partners a temporary stay of execution.

That's all.

A day or two.

We must have proof.

Proof of what, for God's sake?

Proof that the Californian goose remains willing to lay its golden eggs at

Glavin.

That's all.

Nothing must jeopardise that. No. Nothing. No, of course not.

What about Miss Miller?

Is she capable of a scene like that?

What else is she capable of?

I hope she's nothing else to reveal.

Not an inch, my lord.

I have just discovered a certain Mr. Francis Hay -Molton is in room 26.

An American gentleman whose wife only joined him yesterday. His initials are F

-H -M. F -M?

Uh, excuse me. One moment, please, sir.

How can I assist you, sir? How much is the glass of cherry?

That would be eight.

Thank you.

I personally promise, Mr. Moulton, that you will both be free to return to

California. It will be as if your wife had never entered that church.

How did you find us? That is unimportant.

If I may give you my opinion, I think there's been a little too much secrecy

already. May I speak to Mrs. Moulton?

Not before you tell me who the devil you are.

We've engaged one of Sir Simon to find his wife.

Mr. Moulton, her father will take it very hard, I think, that she did not

communicate with him.

But she did, damn it. She did.

Yes, the note for Flora Miller.

He will have received it by now.

Good. Her father never approved of me.

Really?

You see, up in the gold... Surely these are explanations for her father.

You made criticism of Henrietta's duties towards her father. You hear me out.

I promised old man Duran I'd go away and not trouble Henrietta until I'd made my

way.

But we got married in secret before I went.

Then I was reported dead up in the high northwest.

So Henrietta told them then about our secret marriage.

He sent someone out to check I was dead like they said.

That man never found me.

So Henrietta...

Gave me up for dead.

So, Mr. Francis A. Moulton, presumably you have made your way.

I'm in hotels, sir.

Hotels? Really?

Really?

How much do you charge for a glass of sherry?

The same as this hotel.

Eight pence.

My darling.

It is too late, Robert.

the child, everything.

Anyway, Lord St.

Simon may as well have saved his money from employing you. Why do you say that?

Because Henrietta has gone to see him. I wish she had not done that!

Have you hated my darling?

Where have you been?

Where did you disappear to?

Where is she?

Where is your wife?

You're my wife.

I don't know what I am anymore.

What are you saying?

Robert, why didn't you tell me?

Tell you what?

Everything.

Everything about your wife.

Where is she? Who?

Your wife.

I have only you.

My darling, the marriage was annulled.

Have you been talking to Flora Miller?

I know you have.

Oh, my darling, I beg you not to listen to that woman. She is a drunk. She has

no sense of decency or truth left.

Where is Lady Helena now?

How should I know?

Be careful.

Do you care for her, Robert?

What?

I pay for her care.

He's too painful.

The poor creature is afflicted with self -persecution and extraordinary

delusions every time I appear.

The authorities have asked me not to go anymore.

The authorities.

Is she alive, Robert?

I believe Flora Miller.

I believe what she told me, and it makes me ill to think it.

And I thought she was a drunk. Just another drunk, but it didn't mean

You took Lady Helena away from a private hospital. You took her away. Where is

she, Robert? You brought her here. Where is she, Robert? No, goddammit!

Oh, God.

What does it matter?

Why did the murder of your first wife escape, Robert?

my escape.

Where to?

Do you have a servant here, Robert?

Is his name Thomas Floatyhead? Robert!

What do you think you can do?

Don't talk to me.

When?

When I let you go?

Hetty, hetty, what I did, I did for you. With you, the world... changed.

Hattie, Hattie, you must believe me. Say you believe me!

Amongst other things, we looked after the needs of Lady Helena.

It may give you some satisfaction to know that your stubbornness will be the

inevitable cause of her death now.

Yours too, of course.

Flotier will arrange an accident for you.

Money will revert to me.

After her.

So do I.

Buried and wounded.

I lived.

And you think, Paul, that you just rock off with my money?

You can't argue with the law.

You're my wife.

No.

What do you think happened to me in the church, Robert?

When I dropped my bouquet.

I saw the man I married.

A ghost.

I thought he was dead.

Empty rooms.

There.

Bye.

Emissaries of your sister Agnes.

Tell me.

How did you do it?

I spent seven long years ensuring the chapel's utter

instability.

Any attempt I made at escape was thwarted.

So...

I recreated the entrance, brick by brick,

timber by timber.

I made a science of instability.

And I succeeded.

Seven years.

It was unique in my experience to have served the sentence before committing

crime.

Nurse. And so it was that we discovered the true mistress of Glava.

A woman so far from madness who had survived... No.

Ah, who had so triumphantly, triumphantly, survived

seven years of captivity that Holmes was pleased to call her one of the finest

minds he had ever encountered.

With meeting her, I believe Holmes solved the riddle of his dream.

It only troubles him now, insofar as he cannot deny the possibility that it was

prophetic, that the new owner of Glavin was none other than Lady Helena St.

Simon.

Lady Helena wisely decided to sell it and redeem the mortgages upon it. I

conceive of a happier prospect than to imagine Glavin restored for the

of the Moultons and their future family.

How dare you?

How dare you make a record of this case?

A record? No, no, no.

I'm merely answering an invitation.

We're not a seminar.

Really?

We'll be quick. We leave in an hour.

What for?

For heaven's sake, what's in the performance?