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Emilia.

The strange case of the red circle started in New York and ended in the

Antipodes. But first, I should explain how two men with the initial G came to

in London.

Gennaro was the hero.

Black Giorgiano, the villain. And both men loved Amelia.

Yes, what can I... You have a room to let?

Ah, well, you see, I don't... Who is it, Albert? The wife. She usually says to

this, you see. A visitor, my dear.

Wanting a room.

All right, Albert.

You go into your room.

Now, sir, what do you require?

Is it a room for the night?

Or for a longer day?

Well, Mrs. Warren, I cannot think you have any particular reason for

And you know I have other things to engage me.

Holmes, the matter of a lodger remaining unseen in his room for more than a week

is surely of some passing interest.

If I were a lodger, she wouldn't see me for weeks on end.

That doesn't trouble you, does it, Mrs. Hudson?

Nothing troubles me where you're concerned, Mr. Holmes, but...

If you remember, you arranged an affair for a lodger of Mrs. Warren's a year

ago. Yes, you did, sir. An Italian gentleman, Mr.

Fermani.

Erika Fermani.

Mr. Fermani never stopped talking of your kindness, sir. How you brought

into the darkness.

It was a Wagner night, I think.

Let us hear about this lodger.

It frightens me, Mr. Holmes.

I can't sleep for fright.

Hearing his footsteps moving here and moving there from early morning to late

night. And never to catch so much as a glimpse of him. Mr.

Warren is as nervous as I am.

What's the fellow hiding from, Mr. Holmes?

What's he done?

You see, except for the maid. She's all alone in the house. Oh, I can't stand

it. My nose can't stand it. Watson, coat.

Take

time

to consider it, Miss Warren. You're small at this point.

Maybe the most essential.

He came ten days ago and he asked me my terms.

I told him 12 shillings a week.

There's a small sitting room and a bedroom all complete, all at the top of

house. And he said he'd pay me three pounds a week for it. Three pounds?

Yes, sir, three pounds a week, as long as I kept his terms.

What terms?

Well, he wanted a key to the house.

That's all right. Most of my lodgers have them. But he was to be left

to himself and never on any account to be disturbed.

There's nothing very wonderful about that.

Oh, well, not in reason, but this is out of all reason.

He's been there ten days, morning, noon and night, and neither she nor Mr Warren

nor the maid has once set out. And apart from the first night, he's never once

gone out.

Well, he did go out on the first night.

Oh, yes, he did. He returned very late.

I'd gone to bed.

But Mr Warren saw him. It was after midnight he'd come back.

These meals, I mean, surely he eats.

Well, he rings when he wants them.

We put them on the chair outside his door. If he wants anything else, he

it on a bit of paper, like this.

Just in pencil. Just the one word, nothing more. Here.

The maid leaves the Daily Chronicle with him every morning at breakfast.

Why is it printed?

Oh, to conceal his handwriting.

What's the deduce?

Me?

Well, the pencil is broad -tipped and violet -tinted.

It's used with considerable pressure.

The paper's been torn off at the side before the printing was done. You can

the S of soap is partly... partly gone.

Suggesting? Haste. Or caution.

The man's age and appearance.

Oh, he's under 30, sir. He's very dark, middle height, clean -shaven.

Has an accent like Mr. Fermani.

Of course not.

No, sir.

The letters or callers? Oh, nonsense.

His luggage?

Labels? Stickers?

White Star?

Ten days ago.

New York.

I think that we must wait until we have a little more

material.

Please vanish, both of you.

Thank you.

Thank you,

Mr Holmes.

Oh, thank you, Doctor.

Leave it to me, Mrs Hubbard.

You must admit, Holmes, there are some points of interest.

Only that the man now in the rooms may not be the one who engaged them.

Yes, of course, I hadn't thought of that.

And he went out immediately after taking the rooms and returned at midnight.

Why a substitution?

Well, opens up a pleasurable field for intelligent speculation.

And there is one line of investigation.

Mrs Warren's former lodger, Enrico Vermani of Naples.

He works backstage with the Royal Opera House.

I, um... helped him find a close relative once.

A simple matter.

37 Cattle Street.

You've added something.

A friend to his fellow countryman in need.

Do you suppose he could have recommended his former lodgings to a fellow

countryman in need?

Possibly.

Hmm. Well, it doesn't explain the lodger's behaviour.

Behavior?

What behavior?

How do you know this address?

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Mr. Holmes?

He always keeps a record of his past clients.

But if Holmes has something to ask, why did he not come himself?

Why send you, Dr. Watson?

Well, I do on occasion act for myself.

Well...

I cannot help you, I'm afraid.

I know nothing of this lodger of Mrs. Warren's.

Is he perhaps a fellow countryman of yours recently arrived from America in

of help?

Then tell him I'm here if he needs me.

That is all I can say.

Excuse me.

I must go to work now.

It may be that Mrs. Warren needs help. The man is disturbing her household.

Why?

What did he do to them?

Well, it's more a case of what he doesn't do. He doesn't appear from dawn

dusk. He has his meals on a tray left outside the door.

If he's a fugitive from justice, we should turn him over to the police.

Police?

No.

No.

If there is a problem,

Holmes knows where to find me.

At the theater. Not here. Never here, dottore. You understand?

You have enemies in your line of work.

Everyone has enemies, whatever they do.

Is that not true of life?

But some are more at risk than others with their belief and their courage.

I do what I do, dottore.

Don't make me out to be a saint.

Now, please, excuse me.

Senor Zamba, senior partner in the firm of Castellotti and Zamba, key fruit

importers of New York, was stabbed repeatedly on the steps of his mansion.

this is dated eight weeks ago.

Detective Rimmer of the Pinkerton Agency... Hey, Rimmer.

...said at the scene of the slaying, we believe this is the work of a Neapolitan

society allied to the old Carbonari known as the Red Circle.

Famous throughout Europe, a branch has now been planted in Brooklyn.

Detectives are anxious to question Giuseppe Giorgiano.

Now, Fermani was hiding something else. I can't describe the feeling, but there

was an old woman who I took to be his mother. His mother?

You went to his home?

Yes.

A face full of sorrow and secrets.

Is this the person that you helped, Holmes? If you're holding something

should like you to tell me.

By going to his home.

You may put Hermione's life in danger.

What?

He's a point of refuge for the Italian community in London.

A beacon of light, if you will. A dark web of devilry.

The red circle.

God.

And this Giorgiano.

Back, Giorgiano.

He's earned the name of death.

La morte in southern Italy and far beyond is red

after the elbows in murder.

Is it possible that this black Giorgiano is the man that misses Warren? No, but

there may be some connection in what we have work to do.

The opera house.

And then chain cross to send a telegram to my friend in the river.

You have been troublesome to me for a long time.

But now you help me.

In return for your life.

Where are you hiding him?

Nobody's allowed in here.

Oh, it's you, Mr. Holmes.

Mr.

Holmes?

Hawkins, what brings you here?

Same thing that brings you, I expect.

Well, you got onto it so fast, I can't imagine.

Different thread leading up to the same tangle. We've come to see Enrico

Fermani. But Fermani's dead.

He was found with his throat cut less than two hours ago, up here.

Murderer got clean away, I'm afraid.

Watson.

You're right, Holmes.

I should not have gone this morning.

Might have saved a life.

I don't think you can blame yourself for that.

Golden boys and girls all must, as chimney sweepers come to dust.

A person arrives alone in London.

He seeks help from Fermani, fellow countryman, who places him for safety in

Waddle's lodging. So Fermani is murdered rather than give away the hiding place.

No, no.

No, of that we can't be sure.

But who killed him?

Giorgiano?

Is Giorgiano in England?

What does he want with this lodger?

The person in that room is entirely alone and at risk. I mean, even a letter

might be intercepted.

How does a message reach him from the outside?

Except by that most valuable hunting ground ever given to the student of the

unusual. Agony calls.

We need only concern ourselves with the daily chronicle of

the past two weeks, which our lodger collects every morning

after his... Oh,

Jimmy!

What a chorus of cries and groans! What a ragbag of singular happening!

with a fellow boy at Prince's Skating Club.

Holmes, listen to this.

Be patient. We'll find some means of communication.

Meanwhile, this column, G.

Can you pick up a trace again?

Ah, here we are.

Here.

I'm making successful arrangements.

Patience and prudence. The clouds will path G.

No, nothing.

Here, here. The path is clearing. If I find chance to signal message, remember

code as agreed two days ago.

Mrs. Hudson!

What is it, Mr. Holmes? I'm washing curtains.

The Daily Chronicle yesterday and today, if you'll be so kind.

Precious and prudence.

Their fab begins to grow more intelligible.

I found it.

House with porch and black door, first floor window right, after dusk. G.

A -R.

G.

Black. Giorgiano.

Could it be a trap to draw the person out? It's unlikely.

Well, should we not tell the police what we know about the red circle?

Tell the police!

They find it difficult not to deal with the facts without confusing them with

our suppositions.

Oh, listen to this.

Motivless murder.

According to Inspector Hawkins, really.

Mr. Holmes!

Doctor, you must come quickly. There's been a kidnapping.

This is the police matter, Mr. Holmes.

I'm throwing that lodger out. I'd have gone straight up and told him so

But she thought it only right to ask your opinion first, Mr. Holmes.

A large pot of tea, please, Mrs. Hudson.

I'm at the end of my patience when it comes to knocking my old man about.

Who knocking about?

Oh, I wish I knew that.

It happened this morning, sir.

Mr. Warren, he's a timekeeper at Norton and Waylights and Tottenham Court Road.

He has to leave the house before seven in the morning. You would greatly help

if I could speak to him myself.

All right.

Take care, Holmes, his heart.

Can you speak, Mr. Warren?

Well, I hadn't gone ten paces before two men crept

up behind me. They threw a coat over his head, bundled him into a cab and drove

off and shot him out.

On Hampstead Heath.

Hampstead Heath.

Dreadful.

What did you observe?

I took the bus home.

Before the bus.

These men, did you observe their appearance?

No, sir, no. I was picked up as if by magic and dropped as if by magic.

Three of them at least was in on it.

Maybe four.

Did you hear them talk?

One of them swore some oaths in Italian.

Money is not everything.

I'll have him out of here before the day is done.

I should like to meet this lodger of yours.

What time does he take his lunch?

One o 'clock sharp.

Is there anywhere where we might conceal ourselves?

Yes, there's a box room upstairs.

Is there a looking glass?

Yes. There's one on a chest of drawers outside on the landing.

Excellent. Come, Watson.

What about me, then?

You've got 40 minutes.

It's clear that his enemy took their man.

What they would have done if they'd got him bears no thinking. But they didn't.

Do you see what I see?

A house with a porch and black door.

With a room to that.

To which G could have access.

Holmes, I feel very strongly that we should inform Scotland Yard. Not yet.

We are on watch.

And may be being watched.

Let's see what lies behind these lodgings.

Oh, he's all right. He just likes a first meet -up.

Mr. Holmes.

Bolt your door and let no one in until we return.

Did you see him?

Mrs. Warren, trust me.

I don't know where he's coming back. He gave me some money and I haven't seen

him since.

A foreign gentleman, you say?

Definitely. And I don't care for foreigners.

Oh, really?

So, if you want it, gentlemen, I'm sure we can come to an arrangement.

No, sir, when you're finished. Thank you.

How do you get here?

Perfect.

Look, Watson.

The first floor window of the lodgings.

An agitated lady.

Only a few more hours to wait before the signal.

After dark, gee.

It has all the makings of some love escapade.

Love? Love may be at the root of it, but her face, or what's on her

face, she fears for her life.

I consider a couple seek refuge in London from some instant and terrible

fear. The man desires her utmost safety and arranges to communicate in

such original fashion.

But not even the landlady knows of the substitution.

Those printed messages to prevent the fact that she's a woman being revealed

a handwriting.

Look.

A candle and matches.

That's it.

But there's no need for this now, surely?

How many people can bring them together?

And guarantee that we'll protect them forever from the Red Circle?

No.

We must let them play this thing out.

I must return briefly to Baker Street.

Do you have reason enough to stay in the lodging? Mr. Warren's health gives me

every excuse.

It might be advisable for me to bring back your revolver.

No need, old man. I have it. Good.

Spend it.

I'll see you within the hour.

Jenkins, journey's end with lovers meeting.

I'll do you this justice, Mr. Holmes.

I was never in a case yet I didn't feel stronger for having you on my side.

Fugitives may be Gennaro and Amelia Luca.

If so, in grave danger.

Expect agent imminently.

Regards, Abe Rimmer.

The agent's here. He arrived from New York this morning. His name's Leviton.

Leviton, I know of him.

The man he's after is Black Georgiano.

Leader of the Red Circle.

Do we score over you for once, Mr. Holmes?

You must give us best some of the time.

I think that we should pool our resources.

Keep the piece downstairs.

I must have a word with Senora Luca.

Senora Luca, it's Sherlock Holmes.

I must speak to you.

Oh, no.

No.

Your husband, Gennaro, will be safe and safe with you. He will place yourself in

our hands.

Scott on the yard is watching the house.

And Mr. Leverton is on his way from New York.

Mr. Leverton?

We shall not let any harm come to you.

Please let me in.

Please?

I'm not going up there again.

Never. Oh, don't be silly, Vera. Don't be silly. You know what the doctor said.

It was just a cat scratching.

No, it wasn't. It lifted.

Mrs. Hudson, would you make Vera a cup of tea, please?

What is going on in this house?

Noises. Lights going off.

This will be the death of me. I was born in Posillipo, near Naples.

My father was chief lawyer.

Gennaro had no money and no position, nothing, but his beauty, his strength

energy.

My father forbade much, and we ran away.

We were married in Bari.

I sold my jewels to bring us to America.

Fortune smiled at first.

Gennaro saved a rich Italian from some ruffians in the Bowery.

He was Signor Castalotte.

of Castalotte and Zamba, the fruit importers.

Gennaro became like a son to him.

Tell me about this visitor.

A friend of your husband's from Port Filippo.

I had no friend.

Gennaro brought him home one day.

They had met in the street.

He came again and again.

He talked and raved about politics and social questions and what he meant to

willing his great arm.

His voice was like thunder in our little house.

And your husband?

He sat pale and listless.

At first I thought it was dislike.

But then I understood.

It was a deep...

Secret fear.

I implored him out of love for me, by all we held dear, to tell me why this

overshadowed him.

In his wild, young days,

when all the world seemed against him, he had joined a brotherhood, il cerchio

rosso, the red circle.

He thought its purpose was to put right the injustice of life.

Once you've taken its dreadful oath.

Tell me about you and Giorgiano.

I had noticed for some time when he came to us.

His eyes were always turned upon me.

These terrible, glaring eyes.

And one evening, I had awakened what he called love in him.

Emilia, you're so grand. But it was the love of a brute, a savage.

A few days later, there was a red circle meeting.

Signor Castellotti had been approached for money and refused them.

Now they planned to kill him.

They drew lots.

It was fixed.

It was Giorgiano's revenge for my rejecting him.

Gennaro.

My dearest friend.

In all the world.

And then you both went to the police?

I went alone.

That was brave.

Yes, but what has it done?

They got us away, but friends still die.

We shall never be rid of that beast. Never!

And now you must go.

I've said too much. I broke my promise to my husband.

Go, please.

Go.

Go save it, a new life.

He can't stay here all night.

Well, if he had to, won't you, Doctor?

Oh.

Well, in that case, I wouldn't mind a gay twist.

Do you play twist, Doctor?

Mr. Holmes?

Emilia.

Emilia.

Mi amore.

Son venuto.

Apprenditi.

I've set my men on watch, Mr. Holmes.

What are you expecting to happen?

Well, there are times when the art of detection is of little use.

We must wait before the unpredictable.

I've had some experience of that in my time.

I can say only that we are expecting Senora Luca's husband.

You must let him pass. Your men must not distract him. They know that.

And our murderer?

Oh, he's about.

Somewhere.

Waiting his chance.

We have a good description from the American, Leviton.

We'll be ready.

Senor Luca, you must give me the signal.

Go away. I don't trust you. I trust no one but my husband.

I'm obliged to you, Doctor.

The main thing is just to keep it still.

Fine.

Mr. Holmes.

Holmes? This is Mr. Leviton of the Pinkerton Agency.

Leviton!

Of the Long Island Cave Mystery, I'm honored to meet you. The honor is mine,

sir. Well, well, well.

I'm sorry we had to meet like this.

You're a brave man. I saw you on the roof.

When you're on the trail of a lifetime, Mr. Holmes, you put all thoughts of

personal safety out of your mind.

The brute got away, I suppose.

Yes, but he'll be back soon.

There's something in his house that he wants madly.

Oh, yes, I know. Thank you, Doctor. I'm fine, just fine. Is the lady upstairs

safe? Yes, but trusting no one.

I've shown this way for a husband's signal.

What signal, Mr. Holmes?

Never to be known.

So Gennaro Luca is over there now?

Not yet, but he will be, I hope.

I couldn't find Luca when I got to London.

Well, my contact was Enrico Fermani, but the brute reached him first.

And he must have made him talk before killing him.

Oh, should we knock upstairs to reassure Mrs. Luke? She won't admit us, Morse.

She'll only answer to her husband. Oh, look.

Hawkins.

Not too conspicuous.

Yes, Inspector Hawkins. He seems an able fellow.

Well, the couple just finished.

He knows his business.

Gentlemen, Genara Luca has just gone in.

So far, so good.

Mrs. Luca came to us the night the Red Circle planned to kill Castellotti.

They'd already murdered his partner, Zamba.

We managed to round up most of the gang, but Black Georgiano slipped the net.

When we heard he'd left for England, I followed after him fast as I could.

I got in touch with Scotland Yard, but he'd gone to ground.

A single light. What does it mean?

Two lights.

Gone. No, there it is again.

Three lights measured slow.

What's he saying?

What does it mean?

Nothing. Nothing.

But his next actions must confirm it.

He must come.

Here to collect her.

It's gone.

The message was seen.

But what message?

Gennaro.

My dearest friend in all the world.

And player.

Of the Brotherhood.

There's no message to somebody with him.

What now?

Did you hear that, Holmes?

Danger. My God, look.

She's out there on the street.

Quick, watch out!

There's only one entrance.

Just a minute. He's mine, Harkins. I'll take responsibility.

No, you won't, sir. London's dangers belong to the London force.

Watson, take them away, Miss Hunter.

I'll take those tickets, sir.

Please.

Our ship sails at dawn.

What are you going to do with him, Inspector?

He'll be arrested and tried for the murder of Giorgiano.

That is the law.

I don't know what your British law may be, but I guess that in New York, this

lady's husband will receive a pretty general vote of thanks.

There's not a chance on earth that we'll condemn this man.

I don't think Mr. and Mrs. Luca have too much to fear.

But we have to go through the procedures.

Take them downstairs.

No doubt if you've been here on your own, Mr. Holmes.

you'd have found a different solution.

The law is what we live with, Inspector.

Justice is sometimes harder to achieve.

What I still don't understand is how you came to be mixed up in all this in the

first place.

Good night, Inspector.

Good night, Mr. Holmes.

English justice looked kindly on the young couple, and soon afterwards they

for Australia.

There they found a new and happier life, free from the threat of the Red Circle.