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so so

Mr. Savage, sir.

I didn't know, sir.

Sir, I didn't know. It's all right, Fenton.

Last minute decision.

Oh, there you are.

Adelaide. Good morning.

Where's Victor gone?

Victor? Victor, please do not pretend you are ignorant of where he is.

Am I my cousin's keeper?

I should be obliged if you would tell me where he has gone. I know what he has

gone to do.

Where has he gone? You have the advantage of me, my dear. I was

walk over to Home Farm with him this morning.

Have you no pity for us?

You encouraged him into this nightmarish life.

I pity for you a summery house with your lovely children, the love you have for

each other.

Where has he gone?

I can see I am unwelcome.

Some unwitting fault, I fear.

I shall return to town and leave you in peace.

We have been missing you. Only another ten days.

Morning,

Holmes.

Don't ask me to comment on your new tie.

Quite heartless, Holmes.

That woman is undoubtedly coming here.

She's been staring up at this window for the past three minutes. Oh, I do wish

she'd make up her mind.

I could ask Mrs. Hudson to bring up an extra car.

Handsome, isn't she?

Who?

It's also something of importance to make her hesitate so long.

Like my hand.

All right, Foley?

Here's a good girl.

Mr.

Savage? John Gedgrave.

Where the devil have you been?

Mr Savage, in advance.

And three for the establishment, five in total.

It's worth it. Oh, you're anonymous with the word you used.

Well, we're going as anonymous as you'll ever find.

Every compartment has a curtain, even.

I want to see you. Oh, good Lord, you're not taking these with you, are you?

No. Oh, no. No.

May as well tear them up and drop them in the Thames.

40 pounds. I'll give you a receipt.

That'll be our fair visit.

This repeat, Dead Grave. What about it? Well, what are you playing at? I signed

it Carter.

You don't expect me to use my real name doing this sort of work, do you?

Carter's my real name.

I could have signed anything.

I've entrusted you with my real name, Mr. Savage.

Please, don't complain.

I need your help.

I am... Anything you say here will, of course, be treated in the strictest

confidence. We have kept the secrets of kings, madam.

I am... My husband...

My husband is the financier.

You have heard of the Oxford and Lombard Bank?

Yes.

The chief shareholders are the Conyers?

My husband's family are on his mother's side. He is one of the directors.

The job is well within his powers, only... Victor has found the work

increasingly irksome.

He entertains an ambition, you see, which none of his family would begin to

understand. What is that?

He wishes to be a poet.

He has come to believe that opium heightens his powers, intensifies the

of his senses.

This may be so temporarily, but as I'm sure you know, the effect only survives

the first few times the drug is taken. That is so, is it not?

Oh, yes, indeed.

Addiction quickly follows, very often for life. The infernal substance soon

offers the addict nothing except relief from the terrible effects of its

absence.

I believe Victor stands on the threshold of addiction.

He left a note for me this morning which suggests he knows what danger he's in.

You are going?

Well, clearly Dr. Watson is the person to consult on this matter. No, Mr.

Holmes, no. There is much more to it than that.

There is Mr. Carlton Smith.

Carlton Smith?

Victor's cousin.

He's a malign influence.

I am sure he has driven Victor to this.

And I am certain he has done it for his own ends.

The cab's on the corner.

I do hope this is not a wild goose chase. How can it be?

Well, I think you've had your head turned by a pretty woman. Thank you.

Oh, yes. What about Culverton Smith?

I looked him up.

Culverton Smith did some important medical work while he was in the East.

pushed back the boundaries of science, however.

He was obliged to publish his findings at his own expense.

Why?

He's an amateur, and the professionals are jealous.

Well, I can see why he interests you.

Ah, your mystery guests.

Who are they?

I couldn't let Colonel Karnak be the only celebrity.

I don't want him at our table because he's a celebrity, my darling. It's just

that he's horribly rich. Or rather, his wife is. And they bank with the Oxford

and Lombard.

Personally, I can't think of anything worse than hunting stories all through

dinner. Nor I.

So I persuaded a rather more interesting hunter to join us.

Who is it? Don't... tease, Addie.

Sherlock Holmes.

I say, that is something of a coup.

Well done.

Oh, look, Albert and Smith here, too.

I'm so glad he felt able to invite him again, Addie, darling.

Look at him.

Anyone would think somebody with his.

I do this like it.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Yes.

Culverton Smith.

Dear Adelaide promised me a surprise guest.

I feared it might be somebody who was famous for being famous. Someone of your

distinction I'd not expected at all.

Nor I one of yours.

Mine.

I make no claims to distinction, Mr. Holmes.

You are too modest.

Your account of the pathology of the Sumatran river fever is a masterpiece.

Thank you.

Thank you.

For a lure to work, of course, you have to make the animal believe it's safe.

Now, that's all very well.

The animals involved, however, have a highly developed sense of danger. I'm

Mr. Holmes must have that sense, too. Do you, Mr. Holmes?

Yes. I see it.

Yes.

You mean that the detective could be said to move in a world of predators and

victims? Oh, we all do that, Carl.

Even humble family solicitors.

Yes.

And you would have enemies, Mr. Holmes, would you not?

Yes. Yes, it would take something, I dare say, to bring Mr. Holmes onto a

and dispatch him.

It would take careful study of his habits, and a half -light shot or worse.

It might even be necessary to follow him up to his lair, even.

Bertram, be quiet.

You're not eating, Mr. Holmes?

With so much to observe, food becomes of secondary importance.

What have you observed so far?

Courage, fever, gluttony, acute

irritation, envy, wit, intelligence. I mean, just the

usual.

vices and virtues with any large English country house.

This is very good.

Do you know the game of shout hate me? Well, it's similar.

I call this one rug skatering.

I'm all serious gambling, friends.

the scot -broken fraternity, that is to say, have introduced it to their

establishments to the fury of their wives. It is agreed, however, that the

authentic family version is best.

And she never wore them at all.

Will the men be mortified if we don't cheer them on at their silly game? I

say they will.

There's almost a reason for not doing it.

But for the sake of harmony... We indulge, little boys.

Hold on, will you?

No!

Our host has again outjumped all his... So, the lawyer takes the pot.

Thank you. Well done, Charles.

My turn now.

Fait closure, gentlemen.

I should halve your estimates of last time.

Horrid. He felt all cold and shivering.

What do you mean by that, darling?

He felt as if he was dead.

Thank you.

Poor fellow.

I could do nothing for him, Mr Holmes.

Not even I.

The nursing was all right, too.

A tragic business.

Will you satisfy me upon one point?

Of course. This disease, do you know what it was?

All the signs point to that class of fever in which the Sumatran River fever

the most deadly.

It was not necessarily that, however.

Or something very like it.

I have advised that the poor fellow's body is handled with extreme care.

It is a disease transmitted through broken skin, you see. They cannot be too

careful.

How did Savage come by such a thing?

Ah, I can rely on your discretion.

Of course.

I understand Savage sometimes frequented.

Well, that's to say, his affairs took him to a part of Rotherhithe inhabited

mostly by Chinese and Lascaux.

He must have picked it up there.

The authorities in Rutherhithe must be informed. They will be.

Whether the measures they take turn out to be appropriate is another matter.

Most institutions, I'm afraid, are run by the criminally lazy.

I'm a penrose fisher, and the direction of it will do what I can.

I'm grateful for your interest, Mr. Holmes.

Poor Adelaide. This will hit her very hard.

Leave Somerley.

I must leave Somerley.

As soon as will is proved, Calverton Smith is within his rights to ask you to

go.

I'm very sorry, Adelaide.

All this has its origins in Sir Bernard's will.

Partly I blame myself. This entailment of Victor's eldest cousin of the house

and the rest of it... The rest of it?

The income from the Berkshire estate.

That will go to him, too.

Yes.

What have you got?

What is left?

Enough for you to live.

Modestly and respectably.

You will not be able to continue as you have done.

No.

I see.

As I say, I had asked Victor many times to change the terms of the entail to

favour you in your lifetime.

It would have been legal, of course, and easily done, but...

Victor was young, surely.

Covenant Smith will not exercise his right to evict Mrs. Savage. He might.

Why do you think that? He's been in touch. He seems to know the main

dispositions of the will.

He talked of the estate income being put to a proper use, whatever that meant.

He seemed to think that Adelaide would be able to rely on her family.

They haven't the means.

When he knows that, he must relent.

I doubt it.

He's wanted something like this to happen ever since he came into our

He encouraged all that was weakest in Victor in the hope of some disaster.

It is a triumph for him.

It may be worth talking to him, Adelaide.

I suppose so.

If you could bring yourself to plead with him.

For the children?

I will do even that.

Oh, Percy, do blow your nose.

Now, remember all that happened nine days ago.

That was the day when the Queen entertained the Sultan of Kalipur and

won the Buckingham State.

Goodwood. Right.

Harry, where are your boots?

Right.

Well, then, after all the highs, well, good luck.

Good luck.

Holmes, that is a list of every blemish I could find on the skin surface.

I presume you were seeking the means of transmission.

Yes.

Through broken skin.

That is how Colonel Smith believes it was transmitted.

His opinion is worth knowing, certainly.

What do you think of him, Fisher?

He is a friend of yours? Not at all. I hardly know him.

I have read a couple of his papers, that's all.

Well, I think his work, in parts, brilliant.

If he has a fault, it is that he can accept no criticism whatsoever.

I did find an insect bite, but no other puncture of the skin at all.

I even looked inside the mouth.

It seems clear that no human agency was involved.

I assume you're investigating the possibility of this disease having been

on deliberately.

Well, what a unique delight to meet a man with a mind as logical as yours.

Is this him? Yes.

Mr. Holmes? Ah!

Ho, ho, Ben!

You are?

Uh, Gategrime.

John Gategrime.

Holmes?

This way.

Recognise him as soon as I see the newspaper.

That's him, all right.

How did you come to be acting for him?

Advert. Gentleman of discretion required with knowledge of doc etiquette. Doc

etiquette? For knowing the way round the poppy houses.

Opium. Well, I knew one or two of the better places.

Was the advertisement placed by Savage?

No. Who, then?

I don't know.

Mr Gagrave, you wouldn't lie to me, would you?

No, no.

It was some fellow I met in a rented office.

Just driving for me. Well, I can't.

Well, what I mean is, I never saw the fellow.

He didn't mean me to.

He kept a light shining in my eyes all the time.

Indeed. When was this?

The 14th.

He paid all right.

Told me I was to be contacted.

And I was.

To meet him.

What happened to him? I don't want any trouble. That's why I come to you.

Where did you take him?

A house in Duke's Alley. It's a good place.

Good? Well, if there's any problems there, good place.

What happened to him? Holmes!

Oh, sorry.

Thank you, Mr Gedgrave, for your trouble.

Anytime, Mr Holmes, anytime.

Oh, generous.

That is generous.

I will need a guide.

In Rotherhithe.

You want the best places. I'm your man. Look no further.

Tomorrow morning.

10 .30?

Done.

The, uh, the Red Slipper Club.

Ask for, uh, Carter.

Frank Carter.

Will that be you, Mr.

Gedrade?

Mr. Hudson!

Dr. Watson made his claim for dinner!

Ah, what?

Culverton Smith means to throw Mrs. Savage and her children out of Summerley

House. How is he able to do that? The house is entailed to him, an old will

which has never been revised. Well, that is interesting.

You know what this means?

It means that Culverton Smith had a motive for doing away with his cousin.

Savage is dead, killed by a disease in which Culverton Smith was the

acknowledged expert.

No, no, no, no, no. Are you deliberately trying to misunderstand me?

You have pointed out a remarkable coincidence, that is all.

No influences can be drawn from it. We cannot allow Mrs. Savage to be thrown

into the street by this fellow. We may have to.

It must have been Culverton Smith who rented the office.

I dare say, but it proves nothing.

There must be a way of stopping him, Holmes. Sure. Well, I doubt it more and

more.

Suppose you were convinced of his guilt.

What would you do then? You know my methods? I would get an entry to the

Then that's what I shall do.

You don't have to come.

No, unless I shall.

You've already had your head turned.

I must make sure you don't get your neck broken as well.

Once poor Savage had been convinced that opium would open the door to the

mysteries of the poetic craft, Covenant Smith would have had him in his power,

wouldn't he?

He traded on Savage's sense of guilt.

He knew that Savage would want to continue experimenting with the drug far

from Summerlee.

What do you have to face watching this with Savage's...

Catching the disease in Rotherhithe is entirely plausible.

The coincidence that Smith's expertise on the matter is exactly that.

A coincidence.

You can't hang a man on coincidence.

Ma 'am.

Ma 'am.

We have reason to believe that, as a matter of fact, you are

trespassing.

Sergeant.

I'm sure you're as aware as I am that the laws of trespass in this country are

most curious, not to say odd.

I should know.

I have responsibility for hundreds of acres which are about to be stolen from

through legal trickery.

By that man, a man who preyed on

my husband like some bloated parasite, corrupted him and drove him

to his death.

And now, now he will not speak to the woman he has. Widowed!

Of course he won't.

He knows he has no justice on his side.

Merely cold legality.

Benson.

The savage should now return to Summerlee House. Yes, sir.

Ma 'am, you have my assurance.

I will pursue Carlton with him.

I will not rest until he's renounced his plans to ruin you.

And Mr. Holmes?

I see.

I do not blame him.

He only sees it if the world sees it.

Unfortunate and cold -hearted on Mr. Smith's part, perhaps.

But no place to answer.

No place to answer.

Smith!

Smith!

Ah!

It is a singular coincidence, is it not, that you should inherit so much

from the man who dies of a disease upon which you are the sole

expert?

profession which have been closed to you will now be locked and

bolted against you.

It is my mission.

Mr. Holmes.

You're a decent tobacco.

Chetamark, I'll aisle.

I'm sorry.

I know you will be sensible enough not to come to rely on this, but it will

you through these difficult days. Thank you, Doctor.

Doctor, you must come quickly. It's Miss Jones. Oh, Miss Jones.

Why didn't you call me sooner? They wouldn't give me leave.

I said, permission or no, I ask.

And he said, well, let it be worse than that.

Oh, Doctor, I think he's dying.

Now, now, Mrs Hudson, I'm sure it's not as bad as you fear.

But he won't let me know. He hasn't eaten his crap.

He has had plenty to drink, I trust.

Drop it past his lips. He's three days, and he's been to Rotherhithe.

He thinks he caught the fever there.

He's dying, Doctor.

Holmes? Holmes?

Watson, we have fallen upon bad times.

My dear fellow. Stand back, please. Stand right back.

I'll have you thrown out of the house.

I only wish to help.

The best thing you can do to help is to do as you're told.

Of course.

You're wrong.

What about Carleton Smith?

We may not like the man, but he's no murderer.

The river field is abroad, in a rather hive.

Holmes, we must get you to hospital at once. Don't you see this thing is

contagious? Do you think such a consideration weighs with me?

It's contagious!

This could run through London!

Holmes, we're over with the vitals.

Presumably they're a man of...

It's tramps.

Holmes?

Well... If I'm to have a doctor, at least let me have someone in whom I have

confidence.

You have none in me.

In your friendship, yes, but you're only a general practitioner with mediocre

qualifications.

That remark is unworthy of you, Holmes.

It shows me very clearly the state of your nerves. I don't stress your

ignorance.

What do you know that's happening, people?

What do you know that black commerce is corruption?

I have never heard of either. There is strange pathological disorders in the

East. If you have no faith in me, let me fetch Jasper me. Penrose Fisher, Aynes

chair, here is in London. Let me fetch him.

There is only one man who can help me.

The man we have maligned.

Carverton Smith, do you believe he would help? He must.

Oysters? They do breed, don't they?

I kind of think that the whole bed of the ocean is one solid mass of oysters.

Holmes, can you hear me?

I'm going for Culverton Smith this instant.

Then go.

I'm to bring him back here with me.

He is the emperor of river feeders. Of course you must persuade him, but you

must return alone.

Any excuse not to come with him?

Don't my apology.

I do.

Don't fail me, Watson.

Of course not.

And what of rivers?

Father, no natural enemy is to limit the increase of these creatures.

It's horrible.

It's potential that I see Mr. Calverton Smith. Mr. Calverton Smith, sir, does

not appreciate being disturbed during his hours of study.

Just a minute, sir. You can't just... Smith!

Smith!

Please, sir!

Smith! Sir, you can't just... You can't just walk in, sir.

Ah, Smith.

What the devil do you mean by this, sir?

I've come from Sherlock Holmes.

He is desperately ill, and he begs you to come to him. Why?

You are a physician. Tend him yourself.

He believes that you are the only man who can save him.

Save him?

I beg you to come.

What has he contracted?

He thinks it is the fever which killed your cousin.

How did he come by it?

He has been in rather high.

Oh.

I'm sorry to hear this.

I hope you are wrong.

Despite his insulting behavior the other day, I have every respect for his

talents.

He's an amateur of crime as I am of disease.

For him, the villain.

For me, the microbe.

Here are my prisoners.

Among these gelatin cultivation, some of the worst offenders in the world are

doing time.

Please, please, there is no time to lose. He is desperately ill. Of what

consequence is that to me?

He maligned me in the most outrageous manner. He regrets it. He was most

insistent upon that point. He knows that the fever was abroad in Rotherhithe.

How long has he been ill?

Three days.

Is he delirious?

Sometimes seriously so.

I will come with you at once.

I have another appointment, sir. Very well, I shall go alone.

Staples, you can rely upon my being there in half an hour at most.

Did you see him?

Yes, he's coming. Oh, you're the best. You can disappear from the scene.

I should stay to hear his opinion, Holmes. I really should. He's morbidly

sensitive. We must let him practice his art alone.

My dear Holmes, I should... That's the front door.

It's him.

Hide! Hide!

Get your good off me!

Yes, I hardly had to hope.

I should imagine not.

Yet you see, I am here.

Coals of fire, Holmes.

Coals of fire. It's noble.

You know what is wrong with you? Yes.

You recognise the symptoms?

Yes, quite well.

Three days with you, then?

Yes. You have lasted well with Victor. It was all over by now.

I have noticed this. The more mature coolies seem to last longer. Water,

Could I have some water? The final thirst.

Why?

Your very end.

Please help me. Help me if you can. I can.

Look,

I could champion your cause.

My cause?

Your work.

It deserves to be trumpeted. I could be its service.

I doubt it.

Thanks to you, the damage done to my reputation is irreparable.

You mean...

Victor Savage, your cousin?

No, I'd forgotten that.

Did you?

Were you involved?

I couldn't be sure.

The great detective couldn't be sure.

Well, it doesn't matter to me if you know how Savage died. I don't see you in

the witness box. Quite another sort of box.

I put an infected mosquito to his neck while he was in an opiate stupor.

There.

But you, how did you come to contract it?

That fellow who came for me told me you thought you'd caught it in Rotherhithe.

Oh, I could only account for it so.

Cast your mind back. Oh, God! Cramps!

Yes! Cramps! Help me! I will.

The pain!

Yeah, the coolies used to do some squealing before the end.

Well, now.

A few days before your symptoms began, did you receive anything by post?

I can't think.

A parcel?

No. You did.

Only a sample of some tobacco.

That's right.

Did you notice the construction of the box?

Under the tobacco, two small tacks stuck out.

You didn't see them?

They were infected.

You fool.

You would tangle with me and now you are finished.

The buck.

Where is it?

Where is it?

Turn up the gas.

The shadows begin to lengthen, do they?

Yes, I'll do that.

I'd prefer to see you die in the light.

There it is.

Your last shred of evidence.

Well, well.

Is there any other little service I can do you, my friend?

A match and a cigarette would be most welcome.

Three days without food and water is one thing.

But to be without tobacco, I have found most irksome.

Come in, Inspector.

By turning up the gas, Smith was good enough to give our signal himself.

This is the self -confessed murderer of Victor Savage.

You may lie as you like, Holmes. You have no corroboration for your insane

suspicion. What?

He has a box behind his back.

Treat it very gingerly. And don't open it!

Damn you.

Stop it!

The best way of acting apart successfully is to be it.

Vaseline. For the forehead.

Belladonna in the eyes.

Beeswax.

Encrustation around the lips.

Why wouldn't you let me kneel when in truth there was no infection?

Can you imagine that I have no respect for your medical talents?

At six feet, I could deceive you.

But any closer...

With your astute judgment? No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, it was essential that you and Mrs. Hudson believed me to be a death's door.

Otherwise, Smith would have smelt a rat.

Well, be waxed at home.

You are the very worst tenant in London.

Georgie says he's going to guard the house.

They're fine children, Mrs. Holmes. They're little angels.

We're usually known as little savages.

Thank you, Dr. Watson.

Let's just keep our home. Oh, thank you, my dear. I'd like to take the credit,

but it belongs to Mr.

Holmes.

We're very grateful to you, sir.

My privilege, Miss Farage.