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...long, long
before Jesus was born.

It is truly the lost
world and it's in Brazil.

Your mamma's homeland
and your country, too.

Never allow yourself

to love someone
too deeply Mr. Bates.

It will destroy you.

So you've come.

You have a case Holmes.

Ha, your faculty
of observation

is certainly contagious.

It has enabled you at
once to probe my secret.

Yes, I have a case

after a month
of trivialities
and stagnation

the wheels move once more.

Might I share it?

There's little to share.

We will discuss it

after you consume those
two hard-boiled eggs,

which our temporary
cook has favored us.

Their condition
may not unconnected

with a copy of
the Family Herald

which I observed yesterday

on the hall table.

Even so trivial a matter
as them cooking an egg

demands an attention,

which is incompatible
with a love romance

in that
excellent periodical.

I hope Mrs. Hudson
is enjoying her holiday.

You've heard
of Neil Gibson,

the gold king.

You mean the
America senator?

Well he was senator
of some western state.

He's better known as

the greatest gold mining
magnet in the world.

Yes, I know of him.

Stayed in England for
some time, didn't he?

He bought a
considerable estate

in Hampshire
some five years ago.

You may have heard of the
tragic death of his wife.

Oh, that's why the
name is familiar.

I know nothing
of the details.

The fact is
that the case,

although
exceedingly sensational

appears to present
no difficulty.

The interesting
personality of the accused

Miss Grace Dunbar

does not obscure the
clearness of the evidence.

That is if your taken
by the coroner's jury

and also in the
police court proceedings.

It is a thankless
business Watson.

I can discover facts,
but I cannot change them.

Unless some new and

entirely unexpected
ones come to light

I do not see what my
client can hope for.

Your client?

I'm falling into
your involved habit

of telling a story back...

I don't believe this.

You must read this first.

Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes,

I cannot see the best
woman God ever made

go to her death
without doing all

that is possible
to save her.

I can't explain things.

I can't even try
to explain them

but I know
beyond all doubt

that Miss. Dunbar
is innocent.

You know the facts.

Who doesn't?

It has been the
gossip of the country

and never a
voice raised for her.

It's the damned
injustice of it all

that makes me crazy.

That woman has a heart

that wouldn't
let her kill a fly.

Maybe I have a
clue and don't know it.

Anyway, all I know and
all I have and all I am

are for your use if
only you can save her.

You hardly have time to
master all these cuttings

so I must give it
to you in a lecture

if you're going to take
an intelligent interest

in the proceedings.

Mr. Gibson, as I
understand is a man

who married
a Brazilian wife,

and for who I know nothing

except that she
was past her prime,

which was all
the more unfortunate.

She has a very
attractive governess

who superintended the
education of two children.

These are the
three people concerned.

The scene is the
grand old manor house.

As to the tragedy,

it takes place across
a bridge over the lake

half mile from the house.

The wife was found late
at night by a gamekeeper

on that bridge.

She was clad in
her dinner dress

and a revolver
bullet through her brain.

No weapon
was found near her

and there was no local
clue as to her murder.

No weapon near her
mark that Watson.

Is this too condensed, or
can you follow it clearly?

No, no,
it's all very clear

but why
suspect the governess?

Well, in the first place

there was some
very direct evidence.

The dead woman
had a note upon her

making an
appointment at the bridge.

And signed
by the governess.

Mr. Gibson sent his farm
manager for the police

and stayed with the body

insisting that nothing
should be removed

until the police arrived
just after 11:00.

Then there is the
evidence of the revolver

with one
discharged chamber.

Miss. Dunbar.

And a caliber

which corresponded
with the bullet.

Yes, I see it here.

It was found in the
drawer of her wardrobe.

In the drawer
of her wardrobe.

That's pretty damning.

So the two juries thought.

It is now referred to
the Assizes at Winchester.

And the motive?

Mr. Gibson is a
very attractive man.

If his wife dies

who more likely
to succeed her

than the young
lady who had already

by all accounts received

pressing attentions
from her employer.

Love, fortune, power,

all depending upon
one middle-aged man,

ugly Watson, very ugly.

Nor could she
prove an alibi.

On the contrary,
she had to admit

that she was down
to the bridge by 9:00.

A servant had seen
her hurrying there.

Well, it really
does seem final.

And yet Watson,

and yet.

(knock on door)

Unless I'm mistaken
that is our client

considerably
before his time.

Gentleman to see you, sir.

Mr. Neil Gibson?

No, sir, not him.

His name is Bates

and he looks
a bit aggravated.

Thank you, Billy.

I have only a short
time, Mr. Bates.

I know
Mr. Gibson is coming.

I am manager
of his estate.

Mr. Holmes,
he's a villain,

an infernal villain.

Strong words Mr. Bates.

Well, I have to be
emphatic Mr. Holmes.

The time is so limited.

I'll not have him find
me here for the world.

And you're his manager.

Oh, I've given him notice.

In a couple of weeks
I shall have shaken off

his cursed slavery.

He's a hard
man Mr. Holmes,

hard to all about him.

But his wife
was his chief victim.

He was brutal to her.

Oh, yes, sir, brutal.

Now how she come by
her death I do not know,

but let me tell you
he made her life a misery.

She was a creature
of the tropics,

a Brazilian by birth
as you no doubt know.

Yes, I understand.

Please continue, continue.

Well tropical by birth,
tropical by nature,

she was a child of
the sun and of passion.

She loved him as
only such women can love.

We all felt for her.

Hated him for
the way he treated her.

But he's
plausible and cunning.

And that's all
I have to tell you.

Don't take
him at face value.

There is more behind.

Now I'll go.

No, please
don't detain me.

He's almost due.

Well, well, well.

Mr. Gibson has a
nice loyal household.

Rewarding is a useful one.

(horn honking)

Mr. Gibson,
straight upstairs, sir.

This is my friend
and colleague Dr. Watson.

Let me say right
here Mr. Holmes,

money is nothing
to me in this business.

You can burn
it if it's any use

enlightening you
to the truth.

This woman is innocent.

This woman
has to be cleared.

It's up to you to do it.

Now name your figure.

My professional charges
are at a fixed rate.

I do not vary them save

when I remit
them altogether.

Well, if money makes
no difference to you

think of the reputation.

If you pull this
off every newspaper

in England and
America will be booming.

You'll be the
talk of two continents.

I do not think I'm in need
of booming Mr. Gibson.

Please let us
get down to the facts.

Well, you'll find
most of the main ones

in the press reports.

I don't think
I can add much to them,

but if there's anything
you'd wish more light on,

well I'm here to give it.

Well there
is just one point.

What is it?

What are your
exact relations
with Miss. Dunbar?

I suppose you are
within your rights,

maybe doing your duty

in asking such a
question Mr. Holmes.

We will agree
to suppose so.

Then I can assure you

that our relations
were always and entirely

those of an employer
that awards a young lady

whom he never conversed
with or even saw

save when she was in the
company of his children.

I'm rather a busy
man Mr. Gibson.

I don't have
time or taste

for aimless conversations.

I wish you good morning.

What the devil do you
mean by this Mr. Holmes?

Do you dismiss my case?

No, Mr. Gibson,
I dismiss you.

The case is quite
sufficiently complicated

without the
added difficulty

of false information.

Meaning that I lied?

I tried to express it
as delicately as I could,

but if you
insist upon the word

I will not contradict you.

Don't be noisy Mr. Gibson.

I find after breakfast any
argument most unsettling.

I suggest a little
stroll in the open air

and some quiet thought

will be greatly
to your advantage.

I've broken stronger
men than you Mr. Holmes.

Nobody crosses me
and gets the better of it.

So many have
said so yet here I am.

Well, Watson he has a
great deal yet to learn.

How on earth did you know
about his relationship

with the governess?

Bluff, Watson, bluff.

I considered
the passionate

and unbusinesslike
tone of his letter

contrasted with his
manner and appearance.

It was pretty clear there
was some deep emotion

centered upon
the accused woman

rather than the victim.

I bluffed him by
giving the impression

that I was
absolutely certain of it.

When in reality you
were only suspicious.

Do you think
he'll come back?

He is sure to come back.

He must come back.

Oh, no,
no, my dear Watson

I fear you
will not improve

any reputation
I have acquired

by adding the
Thor Bridge mysteries,

your annals I fear I made
a serious misjudgment.

Holmes, the senator
may not have returned

but surely his letter

has engaged you on
behalf of Miss. Dunbar.

She's the one in need.

Might we not
pay her a visit?

In the cells
of Winchester?

That will require
official permits.

Well we have
the means to apply.

Of course it may
not be quite ethical.

But practical
Watson, practical.

I congratulate you.

You solved our
problem Watson?

Some officious little
pip-squeak of a clerk

queried both
the letter and our
home office permit.

He demanded
a personal authorization

from Gibson himself.

But you sorted it out?

Only by the good fortune

of meeting her
lawyer Mr. Cummings.

He secured a
brief audience with her.

Mr. Joyce Cummings, a man
with a rising reputation

that is certainly
in her favor.

It really is providence

to see you here
Mr. Holmes.

Her trial is in two days

and I really am
at my wits ends

to find any
evidence to save her.

Did she admit to writing
the note and keeping

the rendezvous
with Mrs. Gibson?

She has little choice.

But beyond that
I have advised her

to reserve her defense.

Quite so.

This is
Mr. Sherlock Holmes

and his
colleague Dr. Watson.

Your employer
Mr. Gibson has engaged me

to look into this
unhappy matter.

Oh, I'm very
grateful to Mr. Gibson.

It is incredible that
the charge against me

has been sustained.

I thought the whole thing
would clear itself up

in the police court.

My dear, dear I beg of
you to have no illusions.

Mr. Cummings
here will assure you

all the cards at
present are against you.

Mr. Gibson is convinced
of your innocence

but it would be a cruel
deception to pretend

that you're not
in very great danger.

I will conceal nothing.

What were the true
relations between you

and Mr. Gibson's wife?

Permit... what permit?

How dare you take
this liberty Mr. Holmes?

Mr. Gibson.

And you Cummings,

I did not engage you sir
to conspire against me.

These men are here
under false pretenses.

I did not
authorize their visit.

They're deceivers.

I demand their
removal at once.

You have made a
disturbance Mr. Gibson,

worthy of bedlam.

I'll have you
crushed for this Holmes.

Well it'll
profit you nothing.

Mr. Holmes.

We are leaving
superintendent.

Mr. Cummings.

For the moment
Miss. Dunbar.

You must put your
faith in Sherlock Holmes.

Mr?

Ferguson.

There is an
excellent exhibition

at the museum
across the street.

I recommend it to you.

The museum closes at 5:00.

The copy of the lease

of the buck-boat glass
workers dated 1578.

These Huguenots, are they
any relations of yours?

Possibly.

Monsieur Potel and
this paper making

of laver stoke.

They've had the
manufacture of bank notes

for over 100 years.

Well it's good to know

there's money
somewhere in your family.

Good afternoon
Mr. Ferguson.

Mr. Neil Gibson
wishes to see you

at Thor Place at
11:00 tomorrow morning.

This evening will
be more convenient.

The morning,
11:00 Mr. Holmes.

Will a motor
be sent for us?

There is a train
which will take you

to Thor Village.

Mr. Gibson is a busy man.

He expects punctuality.

How did you know that
he was going to turn?

I gambled, there's been
enough of an impression

upon Ms. Dunbar to
turn us back into favor.

We are after
all her only hope.

Now Watson we must find

a comfortable
inn for the night

so that we can arrive
punctually at Thor Place

at 9:00 in the morning.

I thought he said 11:00.

9:00 Watson

to meet Sergeant Coventry
of the local police.

In all events Mr. Holmes

I'd rather have
you than Scotland Yard.

If the Yard gets
called into a case,

the local loses all
credit for success

and may be
blamed for failure.

Now you play it
straight so I've heard.

I need not appear
in the matter at all.

That's very
handsome of you.

And your friend Dr. Watson
can be trusted I know.

Now there is one question
I'd like to ask you

but I breath it
to no soul but you.

Don't you think
there might be a case

against
Mr. Neil Gibson himself?

According to the servants

he retired to his
study after dinner

and had no company at all

until the alarm at 11:00.

Yes I've been
considering Mr. Gibson.

These Americans are
readier with their pistols

than our folk are.

It was his
pistol, you know.

One of a pair he had.

One of a pair?

Where is the other?

Well these gentlemen
have all kinds of firearms

of one sort or another.

We never quite matched
that particular pistol.

The box was made for two.

Now, this is
where the body lay.

I gathered from
the press reports

that the shot was
fired at close quarters.

Very close sir.

Near the right temple?

Just behind it, sir.

How did the body lie?

On the back, sir.

No trace of a struggle,
no mark, no weapons.

The short note
from Ms. Dunbar

was clutched in
her left hand.

Clutched?

Yes, sir.

We could hardly
open her fingers.

That is of the
greatest importance.

It excludes the idea

that anybody could
have placed it there

after death to
furnish a false clue.

But dear me,

the note as I remember

was quite short.

Yes, be
at Thor Bridge
9:00 G. Dunbar,

wasn't that it?

So it was, sir.

The point of the note
is obscured, is it not.

Well, sir, it seemed if
I may be bold as to say so

the only real clear
point in the whole case.

Assuming the
note is genuine.

She certainly received
it some time before,

say an hour or two.

Why was she then clasping
it in the left hand?

She had no need to refer
to it in the interview.

Does that not
seem remarkable?

Well sir, as you
put it, perhaps it does.

That is curious.

Oh, yes, sir,
we noticed that.

I expect it's been
done by some passer-by.

Took some
violence to do that.

It was a hard knock
not from above, but below.

You see some lower
end of the parapet Watson?

Yes and in a direct line

with the
position of the body.

It's probably
of no matter.

No footprints you say.

The ground
was iron hard sir.

No marks at all.

Then we have nothing
more to learn here.

You are early Mr. Holmes.

It is often the case with
punctuality Mr. Ferguson.

Mr. Gibson is
in a meeting.

He is not
ready to see you.

I'll take care
of them Ferguson.

I'm very glad to
see you gentlemen.

As we are a little early

perhaps we can
see the gun room?

A man who has his enemies.

Oh, yes if you
knew him and his methods.

He sleeps with
a loaded revolver

in a drawer by his bed.

He's a man
of violence, sir.

Have you ever seen
him strike his wife?

Yes, more than once.

Our gold king does
not seem to shine
in private life.

Holmes, here.

That's the box
that contained the
murder weapon.

It was one of a pair.

The other is missing.

Mr. Ferguson
is sure to know

that your
consorting with us

does that hold
no alarm for you?

There's nothing he
can do to hurt me now.

Perhaps you'll be
so kind as to show
us the schoolroom?

Where are the children?

Sent away on a
visit to America.

(unintelligible)

Their Brazilian heritage
from their mother's side.

Miss. Dunbar must seem to
be a remarkable teacher.

The children doted on her.

See Watson,

the
Ricardo Franco Hills.

See the unscaleable cliffs

which time and the foot
of man have never touched,

where monsters
from the dawn of history

might still roam.

That's Martins,
the Indian hunter.

I know about him.

His victims, women
and children, pitiful.

Would you say
that Maria Gibson

was jealous
of Miss. Dunbar

and her influence
over the children?

No, there was no
love lost between them.

But that was because
she could see her husband

was under the
lady's spell too.

Get out of here Bates.

Mr. Bates's views are
not relevant Mr. Holmes.

They're distorted
by his infatuation

for my late wife.

Who knows, Mr. Gibson,

what is and
what is not relevant.

You're like a surgeon
who wants every symptom

before he could
give a diagnosis.

As any a patient
has reason in deceiving

his surgeon
who conceals the facts.

I can assure you

that the relations between
Miss. Dunbar and myself

do not touch this case.

I'm sure that is
for me to decide.

Most men have a
little private reserve

in some corner
of their souls

where they don't
welcome intruders.

You burst
suddenly into mine.

What is it you want?

The truth.

I met my wife when I was
gold hunting in Brazil.

She was the daughter
of a government official

in the Manaos.

Even now as I look
back with a colder eye

she had a rich
passionate nature,

tropical, ill-balanced,

very different from the
American women I'd known.

It was only when
the romance had passed

that I realized
we had nothing,

absolutely
nothing in common.

My love faded

but you know the
wonderful way of women.

Do what I might, nothing
could turn her from me.

If I'd been harsh
to her, even brutal,

it was because I knew that
if I could kill her love

or turn it to hate

it would be
easier for us both.

But nothing changed her.

She still adored me
in these English woods

as she had adored
me 20 years before

on the banks
of the Amazon.

Then came Miss. Dunbar.

She is also a
very beautiful woman

and I'll admit to you
that I could not live

under the same roof
in daily contact with her

without feeling a
passionate regard for her.

You blame me Mr. Holmes?

I don't blame
you for feeling it.

I should blame you
for expressing it

since she was
under your protection.

Well maybe so.

I'm not pretending to
be any better than I am.

I guess all of my
life I've been a man

that's reached out his
hand for what he wanted.

And I never
wanted anything more

than the love and
possession of that woman.

I told her so.

You did, did you?

I said if I could
I'd marry her,

but it was
out of my power.

Money was no object.

I'd do all I could
to make her happy,

comfortable.

Very generous of you.

Now see here Mr. Holmes

I came to
you on a question of
evidence, not morals.

I'm not asking
for criticism.

It is only for
the lady's sake

that I take on
this case at all.

Nothing that she's
accused of is worse

than what you
yourself have admitted,

that you've tried to
ruin a defenseless girl

who was under your roof.

You know some of you
rich men must retort

but all the world
cannot be bribed

into condoning
your offenses.

That's how I feel
myself about it.

Now I thank God my
plans did not work out.

She'd have none it.

She wanted to leave
the house instantly.

But why did she not?

Others were
dependent upon her

and it was no
light matter for her

to let them down.

When I'd sworn that

she should never
be molested again.

She consented to stay.

But there was
another reason.

She knew the influence
that she had over me,

that it was stronger

than any other
influence in the world.

She wanted to
use it for good.

You're cruel.

You destroy good people
who can't stand up to you.

Not everyone
shares your strength.

Can't you see that?

You call it a fair fight,

but it isn't fair.

She saw it different.

She believed that
a fortune for one man

that was more
than he needed

should not be built
on 10,000 ruined men

who were left without
the means of life.

With your children
you show such
tenderness and love.

Treat the world
in the same way.

She found that I
listened to what she said.

So she stayed.

And then this came along.

Mr. Gibson, can you
throw any light upon it?

One explanation, I give
it to you Mr. Holmes

for what it's worth.

There's no doubt that my
wife was bitterly jealous.

She might have planned
to murder Miss. Dunbar

or threaten her with a gun

and so frighten
her into leaving us.

Maybe there was a scuffle.

The gun went off and shot
the woman who held it.

Yes, it is a possibility.

It is the only alternative
to deliberate murder.

But she utterly denies it.

What is against
such a supposition?

Miss. Dunbar herself.

She has just one day
left before the trial.

You must grant
me permission to
visit her once more.

If ever in
your life you showed
your powers, Holmes,

put them
into this case now.

But I cannot promise you

that my conclusions will
be such as you desire.

Come Watson.

We have
several vital questions

to ask this young lady

and I must confess that
the case would seem to be

a very black
one against her

if it were not
for one thing.

What is that?

The finding of
a pistol in her wardrobe.

That seems to be the most
damning incident of all.

Not so Watson.

It is my only
firm ground for hope.

We must look
for consistency.

Where there
is a want of it,

we must suspect deception.

Come on Holmes,

Miss. Dunbar is
depending on us.

Watson visualize
yourself in the character

of Miss. Dunbar with a
cold premeditated fashion

is about to
get rid of her rival.

What would be your
actions and your thinking?

Well I've written a note.

The victim has come.

I've taken the
weapon from the gunroom.

The crime is done.

Workman like and complete,

and now the weapon.

Of course.

Precisely Watson.

Those depths
would hide it forever.

Your best friends would
hardly call you a schemer,

yet I cannot picture
you carrying it home

and putting it
in your wardrobe,

the very first place
that would be searched.

This revolver for example,

she destains all
knowledge of it.

You're saying that it was
placed in her wardrobe,

but by who?

By someone who wished
to incriminate her.

Ah, Cummings.

Miss. Dunbar we have
had lengthy conversations

with Mr. Gibson
and he has informed us

of your relations with him

and of your
innocence in the matter.

But you need
not pain yourself

with that part
of the story.

But we do need
to know something,

of your feelings
towards Mrs. Gibson.

I had no wish
to wrong Mrs. Gibson.

But she loved
her husband

so vividly in
a physical sense

that she could
hardly understand

the mental even spiritual
tie which held him to me

or imagined that
it was only my desire

to influence his
power for good

which kept me
under his roof.

I can see now that
I was wrong to stay.

Nothing could have
justified me in remaining

where I was a cause
of such unhappiness.

My client may be
loathe to mention it

but she has managed
to persuade Mr. Gibson

to finance a mission of
mercy to resettle tribes.

In particular
the Bororo Indians

who have fallen victim

to unscrupulous gold
and rubber prospectors.

The venture is thriving.

We saw your
pictures in the school.

Like so many of
those warrior Indians

Mr. Gibson can
sometimes give people

a misleading impression.

Now Miss. Dunbar,

will you
tell us exactly what
happened that evening?

I received a note
from Mrs. Gibson
in the morning.

It implored me to meet her

at the bridge
after dinner.

This note,
did you keep it?

No.

She asked me to destroy
it and to hide my answer

at the sundial
in the garden.

I saw no reason
for such secrecy

but she was very much
afraid of her husband

who treated her
with a harshness

by which I frequently
reproached him.

I can only imagine
that she did not wish him

to know of our interview.

Yet she kept your
reply very carefully.

Yes, I was surprised
to hear she had it

in her hand when she died.

Well what happened then?

She was waiting for me.

So you have come.

Never did I realize

until that moment
how much she hated me.

(Spanish).

She was like a madwoman.

I think she was mad with
a deep power of deception

which insane
people may have.

You're cruel,
you have no heart

You don't know
how to love.

You have no passion.

How else could
she have met me

without concern every day.

She was standing
there on the bridge

shrieking her
curses at me.

English whore.

(Spanish)

I curse the day
that you were born.

And yet presuming
that she met her death

shortly after you left,
you heard no shot.

No, I heard nothing.

I was so
agitated and horrified

by her terrible outbreak

that I rushed to get
back to the peace
of my own room.

I was incapable of
noticing anything
that happened.

Your own room,

did you leave it again
before the next morning?

Yes, when they brought
the poor creature

back to the house.

Did Mr. Gibson seem
to you much perturbed?

He is a very strong
self-contained man.

I do not think

he would ever show his
emotions on the surface.

But you,
who knew him so well.

Yes, I could see that
he was deeply concerned.

Now we come to
the all-important point.

This pistol that was
found in your room,

you'd never
seen it before?

Never, I swear it.

When was it found?

Next morning when the
police made their search.

Yes, among your clothes?

Yes at the bottom
of my wardrobe

in one of the drawers.

And you cannot guess how
long it had been there.

It could not have been
there the morning before

because I tidied
out the wardrobe.

So you're suggesting
that someone came
into your room

and placed it there in
order to incriminate you?

It must have been so.

When?

Well it could only
have been at mealtime

or else during the hours

when I would be
in the schoolroom
with the children.

As you were when
you received the note.

Yes, from that time onward

for the whole morning.

Thank you Miss. Dunbar.

Is there any other point

which could help me
in my investigation?

I could think of none.

Holmes, might I have a
word with you in private?

Forgive me Miss. Dunbar.

Holmes I'd like to put
you my case for believing

that Mr. Gibson is the
murderer of his wife.

We have a man who by
his own admission

is used to breaking people
who stand in his path,

well his wife
stood in his path.

But then
Miss. Dunbar rejected him.

Now what better
than to kill the one

and incriminate the other?

To kill the two birds
with the one stone

so-to-speak.

You don't believe that

Gibson's confession
was sincere?

Wasn't it Bates who said

he was plausible
and cunning?

His confession
was a clever means

to put us off the scent.

Think of it like this.

He somehow discovers

that his wife has
arranged a meeting.

During the day he
takes the two pistols
from the box.

One he conceals in the
drawer of her wardrobe

after discharging
one barrel,

which he could
easily do in the woods

without
attracting attention.

He is alone
all that evening.

He sees Miss. Dunbar
return and grasps
his opportunity.

He commits the deed and
flings the murder weapon

far into the lake.

Holmes?

Holmes?

Watson, I have
been sluggish in mind

and wanting
in that mixture of
imagination and reality

which is the
basis of my art.

You have put me
entirely to shame.

You'll be hearing
from me Mr. Cummings

with the help of
the god of justice

and my colleague
Dr. Watson,

I will give you
a case that will
make England ring.

Miss. Dunbar you
have my assurance

that the
clouds are lifting

under the light of truth
is breaking through.

Come Watson, come.

We need our good
friend Sergeant Coventry

a ball of stout twine,

and a grappling hook.

Grappling hook?

Watson, I have some
recollection that

you go armed on these
little excursions of ours.

Just as well
for you that I do.

More than once
my revolver has been

a good friend to you.

You have little care
of your own safety.

Yes, I am inclined
to be absent minded

in these matters.

Do you have your
revolver on you?

It's heavy,
remarkably heavy.

Solid bit of work.

You know I believe
this is going to have

a very
intimate connection

with the mystery that
we're investigating.

Would you mind
unloading it?

Will you be at home
this evening Mr. Gibson?

I shall have
some news for you.

You have half
a day Mr. Holmes.

You have seen me miss
my mark before Watson.

I have an instinct
for such things

but it has some
times played me false.

We can but try.

Will you
both stand exactly
where the body lay?

Your theory
about the gold king,

though admirable
in its psychology

did not quite
adhere to the facts.

Visualize yourself in
the character of a woman

who in a cold
premeditated fashion

is about to get
rid of her rival.

I mean of course
Mrs. Maria Gibson.

For all your
deductions about Gibson

being the
perpetrator of this crime,

substitute his wife.

Imagine that it was she

who took the pistols
from the gunroom,

who fired the single
shot in the woods,

who placed the gun in
Miss. Dunbar's wardrobe.

Cold, crafty,

premeditated,

down to the last detail.

Was it ever an
exact demonstration?

My revolver Holmes.

A vindictive woman

a creature of the tropics,

passionate, ill-balanced.

Disguising her own
crime and fostering

a charge of murder
upon an innocent victim.

You have helped a
remarkable woman, Holmes

and a formidable man.

And if it seems

that unlikely they
should join forces?

Naturally
I would wish them well.

Magnanimous of you Watson.