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Bye.

I promised you nothing!

Jammeh! Never!

I'm leaving for Rome.

Please, please come with me. I've given and have no more to give.

Why?

Why do you treat me like this?

It was at that moment that love died and hate was born.

violence.

The fugilist.

Who might have a future in this profession if he didn't mix with bad

What on earth's happening here?

Him. Meddling in affairs that don't concern him.

And I warned him.

And he got copy.

Now, keep talking. Keep talking. It's fine.

It's fine, is it?

Well, it won't be so damn fine if I have to thump you around a bit.

Stop it, Walton! Stop it!

Depend him on this belligerent errand.

Sit down, Dixie.

Talk to me.

Ah, thank you. Now tell me what this is all about.

I ain't telling you nothing, Mr. Holmes.

Except you keep away from Arrow.

I haven't been in Arrow in months.

You know what I'm talking about.

I'm warning you.

Keep away.

On the matter of the killing.

Of Perkins, outside the Hoban Bar.

I had nothing to do with that.

I was training.

Yeah.

At the bullring in Birmingham when that boy got done. We'll tell that to the

magistrate. Mrs Hudson!

Look, no hard feelings, eh, Mr Holmes?

Mrs Hudson has been a slight disturbance.

Oh, yeah.

I've just done what I was told.

My regards to Barney Stockdale.

Are you responsible for this mess?

Go on, down on the stairs, will you?

Oh, he's a harmless enough fellow.

There, come back here. And easily cowed, as you see.

Play with you. One of the Spencer John gang.

Assaults, intimidation and the like.

Why would they want to intimidate you?

Who's Barney Stockdale?

His immediate principal.

Who's paying Barney Stockdale, I wonder?

The three gables harrow wheels.

He's broken our window.

Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I have had a succession of strange incidents occur to

me in connection with my house, and I should much value your advice.

You would find me at home any time tomorrow.

I believe that my late husband, Mortimer Mabley, was one of your early clients.

Yours faithfully, Mary Mabley.

This comic interlude with Steve Dixie.

Convinces me there must be something in it.

Let us wire her and go at that at once.

I knew your husband well, madam, but it was some years ago.

Well, some years since he's been with us, the dear man.

Oh, will you try some of this?

I baked it myself.

That Douglas Mabley? Yes.

I know him slightly.

Oh, he's a splendid fellow.

Plays rugby for my old club, Blackheath.

I'm his grandmother.

Oh.

I was his grandmother.

He died a month ago.

Died? You hadn't heard?

No.

It was a sad ending.

I'm so sorry.

He seemed so full of life and energy. It's hard to connect.

He lived too intensely.

It was the ruin of him.

Was it an accident?

The last I heard, he'd been appointed a tashi to our embassy in Rome.

He died in this house.

Pneumonia, they say.

Brought on by a ruptured spleen.

But it's not the talk of my grandson that I asked you here. Well, we are

please, to give you service.

Thank you.

Well, I've been in this house for over a year now, leading a retired life.

Three days ago, I had a call from a house agent.

The money is no object, madam.

But there's several empty houses around here on the market.

No, this.

My client's heart is set on this one.

Will you name your price?

I suggested 500 pounds more than I gave for it.

He said that his client... My client desires to buy the furniture as well.

of it?

Everything.

But some of it's very good.

Just... Take your price, Mrs. Maverly. So I did.

A good round summon. He agreed at once.

You see, I've always wanted to travel around the world if I could.

The legacy left to me by my dear Mortimer.

Alas, we never really achieved it.

The man returned the next day with everything drawn up?

Yesterday. Luckily, I showed it to Mr.

Sutro, my lawyer.

This is very strange.

Are you aware that you cannot take anything out of the house?

Not even your own personal possessions?

Not my clothes, my jewellery.

Anything? When the man returned to the house, you pointed this out?

Yes. He said I might take some personal effects, but that nothing should go out

of this house unchecked.

My client is very liberal, but has fads, madam.

And a way of doing things.

I'm afraid it must be everything.

Or nothing for my client.

Then it must be nothing.

Here it is.

Haynes Johnson, auctioneer, valuer, no address.

I doubt we shall find him in the directory. Honest men don't conceal

of business.

Just a little wheezy leaves dropping.

Ah?

I... I just came in to find out at the minute it was time for lunch, madam.

Don't force me to use this.

Mrs. Mabley, did you mention to anyone that you were going to consult me? I did

not, Mr. Holmes.

Who posted the letter? Susan did.

Susan? Ah.

To whom did you send your message?

I sent no message.

Tell me.

Susan, I remember now.

I saw you speaking to someone over the hedge.

That was my own business, madam.

Barney Stockdale.

Fine chance that'd be.

I don't even know the man.

It is worth ten pounds to you if you tell me who is at the back of this.

Someone who could lay down a thousand pounds for every ten you've got in the

world. I see a rich man who smiled.

A rich woman.

Come with a name and earn the money.

I'll see you in hell first.

I'll send for my box tomorrow, madam.

This guy means business.

What can they possibly want?

Mrs. Mabley, you say you've been in this house for a year.

Nearly two.

So for nearly two years, no one has taken any particular interest in the

And yet suddenly, within three or four days, urgent demands are made for it and

its contents.

Something new must have been bought into the house.

No. I haven't bought anything new for a year.

This?

Susan, how long has she been with you?

Almost three weeks.

Since your grandson's death?

A week after.

She presented herself.

And I took her in, I suppose, without proper reference.

You know, this cake is delicious.

Now, will you tell us about the circumstances of your grandson's return

Italy? My gallant boy.

You may remember him as debonair and splendid, Dr. Watson.

You didn't see the morose and brooding creature he became.

His heart was broken.

In a single month, I watched him turn into a worn -out, cynical man.

A woman.

He wouldn't speak of it.

He was afraid of upsetting his grandmother.

And so you never learned her name?

It might be advisable for someone to stay with you tonight.

What for?

Yes, of course.

Oh, no, I really couldn't ask that you think. No, no, no, no, willingly.

Thank you, Mrs. Mangley.

I shall be back before dark.

Don't concern yourself.

Might be useful to find this, um, what you call violent.

You may have confided something to her that he didn't tell his grandmother in

his last hours.

Pardon?

Good afternoon, Mr. Dixie.

The old lady.

And the house are both under my protection.

And don't you forget it.

Make sure they're gone.

Bring your revolver tonight.

D. Douglas Maybelline.

Splendid dinner to morose cynical.

Strong words.

Oh, no. No.

Who is this lady with no eyes?

Our course lies there.

There must be something she doesn't know she has.

And probably wouldn't tell us, even if she did know.

This is a case for Langdale Pike.

That reptile.

Nonsense. Don't talk rubbish.

He's a gossip, of course.

But he might identify this rich woman.

Besides, he was brilliant at university.

And yet I've always felt that under that veneer, that he was totally isolated.

Like me.

You see that?

That young girl there.

Under the tree.

With the occasional hat.

What do you make of her?

She's looking for a dog.

What?

No.

No, surely.

Mr. Lukey.

With the turquoise collar pants.

She's a stranger in the park.

So is the dog.

There it is now.

How did you know that?

Her boots are country boots, but not so robust as to suggest a rough terrain.

Boots, sir.

Gloucestershire, perhaps.

Yes, yes, yes, but don't you find her attractive?

All right.

Why a saluki?

Owners are meant to look like their dogs, they say.

Wouldn't you say saluki?

Remarkable.

She is in point of fact Lady Geraldine Windridge, the close Marlborough

Wiltshire.

And now, my dear Holmes, what is it you really want from me?

To late, Douglas Maverly.

Poor boy.

And what a waste.

He was involved with a lady.

A well -placed, rich lady.

Known to you?

Have you something to trade?

Tittle for tattle?

Langdale. I'm in a hurry.

Thank you.

Her name is Mrs. Adora Clyde. Ah, yes.

Widow of the German sugar king.

Quite a celebrated beauty.

The celebrated beauty.

She's engaged to be married.

To the youthful Duke of Lomond.

What else did Pike tell you? Anything about her and Mabley? Nothing.

I wonder, Holmes.

Do you think it could be about some compromising letters you want for his

meeting? I mean, particularly in view of her forthcoming marriage.

You mean love letters?

No, no, no. It's deeper than that.

Listen, I demand that you spend a sleepless night at the Three Gables.

With that revolver at hand.

How will you be spending the evening?

Pursuing the matter from another angle.

Examining the principle.

So, what is it you have to tell me, Miguel?

That stupid woman Susan has left the Maybelline house.

Left? Was forced to leave, she claims, by Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

He's refused our request to avoid Harrow.

Sherlock Holmes.

Then you did not request him hard enough.

Well, so Mr. Sherlock Holmes is on the case.

He paid a visit to the old lady, but left empty -handed.

Have no fear.

We're losing time, Miguel.

We must act tonight.

Arrange it.

This Mr. Sherlock Holmes intrigues me.

Is he clever?

He has a reputation.

For solving crimes, yes.

But for women...

You still owe me a favor, dear boy.

Remember?

I shan't destroy the paper until you've returned the compliment.

Remember? Tittle for tattle?

Look at you. I mean, what's all this?

Oh, of course.

We are above the bourgeois epitome costume.

The revels have begun. Life is mystery enough without your pale conundrum.

Oh, so many people.

So little purpose.

That's God's conundrum.

If only we mortals could answer that. Then your life would have no meaning.

Ah.

Cruel, cruel.

That's so true.

I've always said that if our late mutual friend Charles Augustus Middleton is

the bad end, I am the good end.

I suppress much, much more than I expose.

What sort of world would it be if I didn't?

Which one is she?

Over there, my dear fellow. You could hardly mistake her with young Lomond.

La belle dame.

Sans merci.

Douglas Mabley.

And others.

All those, all those, all those.

Douglas is one of the most striking young men in London. He gave all and

expected all.

It was she who ended it.

Brutally. Marriage with a penniless diplomat of little breeding was not in

widow's plans.

Don't you read my column?

And yet he seems even in death.

to have some hold over her.

What is it?

Do what you like with the information I gave you, but have no truck with her.

Look, the sight of her set my hairs on end.

She's deadly.

And now she has a great ducal line within her grasp.

And look at them.

She's old enough to be his... Ah, the anguished mother.

her husband was.

What is your interest in her now?

Douglas is history.

He's dust.

Dust. Aren't we all?

Aren't we all?

Even you.

Not me, dear boy.

Not me.

I withstand the blasts of time.

Can't you see?

Governor to a family. When I met my dear Mortimer, he was going the other way.

This is the hat he was wearing.

Over 60 years ago.

But you never got to India?

No. I turned back and went with him.

Oh, the fuck!

You see, he was a penniless salesman at the time.

Gripe water, you know, things for baby's tummies.

But in his heart and soul there was adventure.

The places we planned to visit all over the world.

We never left Harrow.

Is it Mortimer? With Douglas?

Oh, good heavens.

Have I kept that? How wonderful.

They doted on each other.

They were alike in so many ways.

Two peas in a pod.

What happened to his mother and father?

Oh, my son and his wife were killed in a climbing accident in Snowdonia when

Douglas was only two years old.

We brought him up as our own.

This case in Harrow? It concerns your future daughter

-in -law and a late acquaintance of hers.

The facts.

threw her no credits.

Something from her past.

I knew it.

Tell me at once.

I need a little time.

The wedding which I deploy is almost upon us.

He's besotted with this woman.

If you know something against her, pray God let the scandal break now.

Oh, no, not now.

I think a scandal can be avoided.

Is there anything you wish me to do?

Granting me this interview was all that I needed.

Mrs. Klein will not have been pleased to see me here.

Mrs. Klein.

Harry would be turning in his grave.

Leave all to me.

Leave.

Mr. Holmes!

Mr. Holmes! Wake up! It's bad news, I'm afraid.

Wake up, Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Holmes?

It's bad news, Mr. Holmes. It's the doctor.

He's been brutally attacked in Harrow. No, no, he's alive.

He wired...

Or rather, the lawyer did, to say, I was to find you if you weren't in, and

you're to get there as soon as possible.

And I got him a nice piece of mackerel for his tea.

Dora! Where is Dr. Watson?

He's upstairs, sir.

How is he?

I don't know, sir.

He had a good breakfast.

Your mistress?

She's resting, sir.

She worked badly, her, but she's had a nasty shock.

We all have.

Good Lord, what have you run into?

What happened?

Madam said she wants to see you as soon as you arrive, Mr. Holmes, sir.

Holmes?

She's in a very frail condition.

Sebastian, you're right now.

How good are you?

How are you feeling?

I'm alive.

Thanks to your brave friend, Dr. Watson.

Did he get it back from him?

It was.

Oh, of course you wouldn't know.

Mr.

Holmes, I owe you an apology. I prayed it would have no bearing, but it does.

Oh, so stupid of me.

It's the reason for everything.

Douglas was writing a book.

He said it would explain it all.

He started it in Rome.

And later, when they brought him back here, he sat for hours in that draughty

little summer house, writing, sometimes in the most dreadful weather.

And later, when he could no longer leave his room, he still struggled with it.

Two copies.

One he gave to Violet and told her to deliver it to someone. I

don't know who.

He had sworn of the secrecy.

And she kept the promise.

The other copy, he urged me.

Almost his dying breath to send to his publisher.

I should have done so, but...

On the night of his funeral.

Missing him so much. I read it through.

And I knew at once what it was. His life.

That woman.

I didn't even know her name.

The scandal it would cause.

I shut it out of my mind.

Knocked it away.

The last night when Dr. Watson...

reminded me.

And they were waiting for you?

They snatched it from me as I was taking it up to him.

All but this.

I tore it from the brood.

that page he has it i know he has it one page carine you're not even sherlock

holmes face

bled

his stomach burned from the savage blow but it was nothing to the

bleeding of his heart when he saw that lovely face

A faith which he had been prepared to sacrifice his life for.

She smiled.

Yes, by heaven, she smiled.

Like the heartless fiend she was.

It was at that moment that love died and hate was born.

If it is not for your embrace, my lady, then it shall be for your undoing and my

complete revenge.

Bye.

Complete revenge.

The he becomes mine.

Yes, the writer imagines himself the hero.

Two copies.

One to Mrs. Klein.

This will publicate.

All of London would recognize the wolf and the lamb.

Sweet revenge.

Read me that first sentence again.

Face bled.

His stomach burned from the savage blow. The cause of death.

Pneumonia from a ruptured spleen, the old woman said.

Good heavens.

Ruptured from a kick.

That's murder.

He could never prove it.

I'm leading to Cricklewood.

Drona Square, five -month show.

That weren't me, Mr. Holmes.

You can't put that on me.

It doesn't matter whose boot.

Killed! Douglas Mabry!

You're all guilty!

Ah, Susan!

Susan.

Guarding the coop while your husband is in prison.

What, do you remember Mrs. Barney's cocktail?

Oh, yeah.

Take care, Holmes.

You get out of here.

That woman will put you behind bars for what you did last night.

And her employer, Mrs. Klein of Drona Square, will see you all hanged for

murder. Unless you do what I tell you. When I tell you.

Remember, Perkins of Holborn.

Watson.

Let me look at you.

What do you see?

I see... the woman I adore.

I'm ready now.

No, see here.

She's not mariachi. She's a woman.

That hand needs redressing.

Just remember, Holmes, the female can be more deadly than the male.

Value an auctioneer.

My foot.

Ah, madame.

You again, Holmes.

If you have something to say to my bride, speak out before I kick you out.

No. I have been expecting Mr. Holmes.

Live in.

I have no intention of leaving you with... Go, Jim.

Go.

I'm only surprised it took you so long.

I am surprised that you thought bullies could frighten me.

No man would take up my profession if danger did not attract him.

You're a gentleman.

I will treat you as my friend.

Well, I cannot promise to reciprocate.

No doubt, it was foolish to threaten such a brave man as yourself.

No, what was really foolish for an intelligent woman like you is to place

yourself in the power of a band of rascals who could blackmail or give you

No, no, I'm not so simple.

None of them have the least idea.

Who their employer is.

But Barney Stockdale and his wife?

They are good hounds.

We're on silent.

And are prepared to go to prison for you.

They take what comes.

That's what they are paid for.

And, uh... Mr. Haynes John... Oh, no, surely it's not his name.

What is he paid for?

Miguel?

He's like a brother to me.

As for the others, they work.

And I do not appear in the matter. Unless I bring you into it.

But you're a gentleman, Mr. Holmes.

You respect a woman's secret.

It's murder, a woman's secret.

Murder?

My face bled.

My stomach burned from the savage blows. There was nothing to the bleeding of my

heart. Page 245.

And as a witness, Mrs. Klein, the prizefighter, Steve Dixie, who will

testify against you.

And all this, you told my future mother I knew?

Well, I told the dowagers of no importance, and she cannot prevent your

to her son.

No, she cannot.

Do you believe that you can?

Oh, yes.

Why should you wish to?

Is it because I'm a foreigner?

Are you an English snob, Mr. Holmes?

Let me tell you.

My people have been leaders in Pernambuco for generations.

Madame, you are the bastard child of a gypsy in Andalusia.

Who told

you?

It is my trade.

Now you must give me the manuscript.

No, no, no.

Jew is for acid.

In a paper bag.

You are hard to me.

Look at it with my eyes.

A life's ambition about to be ruined.

The original thing was yours.

Yes, I know, Douglas.

Yes, I did love him, truly.

Yes, yes, I did, for a while.

In my fashion.

But he wanted marriage.

Nothing less would serve him.

But it did not fit with my plans.

And for your hard ruffians to beat him until he was nearly dead under your own

window, is that the act of a lady?

Yes, it is true, Barney, and the boys drove him away perhaps a little too

roughly.

And what did he do then?

He wrote a book.

A vicious personal attack.

Was that the act of a gentleman?

You knew his publisher had not received it?

Yes.

So it had to be in the house of his grandmother.

As long as that book existed, there was no safety for me.

I wanted to do the thing honestly.

I offered any price she cared to ask.

But she won't take it.

Are we to be blamed for protecting ourselves?

One thing intrigues me.

Why a woman as lovely as you, who wields such power over men,

Needs the protection of anyone.

Nature doesn't give a damn for any other.

I loved him.

And I want him.

He represents all I've ever desired.

And my one chance...

Of a kind of security, which I call happiness.

And you would take it away from me?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Because you are the destroyer of man.

Oh, yes.

You destroyed Douglas Maybelline.

And very nearly, my friend, John Watson, with a ruthless disregard for

anything but your own selfish interest.

Why have I failed with you?

I require only this, that I read of the breaking of your engagement to the Duke

of Lomond by Thursday morning.

And if I refuse?

Scotland Yard.

A full investigation with witnesses.

I'm at your mercy.

Do your worst.

Oh, how much does it cost to go around the world in first -class style?

You will send a cheque for £5 ,000 to Mrs Mayberry. You owe her a little

of air.

We'll buy the fifth time.

Captain of the Diet, I shall see you again one day.

On the arm of the king.

And therefore the celebrated beauty, Mrs. Klein, has departed for Spain.

Her people have been leaders in Pernambuco for generations.

Well, it's a dignified report.

I wonder what others would have made of it.

Let her off the hook, Holmes.

Compounding a felony, you mean?

Murder.

It would have been impossible to prove.

Mrs. Klein has learned that you can't play with aged tools forever without

cutting those aging hands of hers.

Time is not on her side.

Shall we?