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This crisis of my sister and
Dr. Watson's kidnapping.

Where did he get this?

I can't take this case.

You will observe the thread.

Or Watson and Hudson
will pay like your maid.

Do you know anyone in London?

A gentleman who lives
on Baker Street.

How mysterious.

Paul Anderson, newly
appointed U.S.

Ambassador. This
morning we woke to

find my daughter missing.

Clara is missing?

You're the girl from the ship.

Who are you?

You're my father.

I do not believe for a
minute you are my offspring.

I do find myself in
need of an assistant.

Clara Anderson's
kidnapping is a crime

in which I may not
visibly involve myself.

You could go where I cannot.

The kidnapping of the
ambassador's daughter

actually began in the kitchen
with the summons from upstairs.

While the maid took
the hot water jar

to the ambassador and his wife.

Charlie saw his opportunity
and added a sleeping

draft to the cocoa.

Soon, the house fallen silent.

Charlie was able
to abduct Clara.

I assume he carried the
girl down the stairs,

out the back door, put her
in the ambassador's coach,

and drove out the gate.

You headed to the high road.

But did you turn left or right?

I'm ready to go, Mr. Holmes.

What the devil?

I was just about to ascertain
which way the kidnapper went.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was up half the night.

Excitement, I guess.

You said you would teach me.

Ah, yes.

So I shall.

Your first lesson
will begin at once.

Come.

I thought my lessons
would be in detection,

finding Clary Anderson,
learning how to investigate

my mother's murder.

To assist me, you must learn
to follow instructions

far more complex than
properly boiling an egg.

Now, take this,
and let's put your

work to the test.

Follow me.

So it wasn't terrible?

It's your best attempt yet.

You may soon be
capable of porridge.

And to examine your artistry.

Hm. Detailed
hand.

Good likeness.

Mr. Holmes, the
American ambassador

is downstairs again with
Inspector Bullivant.

Show them in.

Wait in the other room.

Mr. Holmes will see you now.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, any news?

Ambassador Anderson insisted
on thanking you personally,

but he has entrusted his
case entirely to the yard

Along with my own Pinkertons.

I assume you know that agency?

Yes. I am familiar
with their work.

But my wife and I wish
to say how grateful

we are for your efforts.

You're most welcome.

Did the kidnappers
contact you, sir?

Have you been asked
for a ransom?

It's my case now, Mr. Holmes.

No need to concern
yourself further.

We'll be on our way.

Inspector, did you manage to
locate Mr. Anderson's carriage

or its remains?

We will, I promise.

Ambassador Anderson, are
you certain nothing else

was taken from your house?

Quite sure, sir.

Why do you ask?

Mr. Holmes likes his riddles.

Come, sir.

We've work to do.

Now that I have been
officially let go,

I can more easily investigate
Clara's kidnapping.

You wanted to be dismissed.

It was a vital precondition to
involving myself in the case,

which still engages me
for several reasons.

I have good cause to
believe The same people who

abducted Clara have been
involved in taking...

other hostages.

Tell me about the
ambassador's wife.

Clara said her mother's
family owned gold mines.

She wanted Clara to
marry a lord or a duke.

And she was planning
Clara's debut at court.

I'm sure Her Majesty must be
brimming with excitement.

Now, this is your
first assignment.

I want you to return to
the ambassador's residence

incognito as a servant
and find answers

to these questions.

Oh, I have some ideas of my own.

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

A thousand times no.

You will concentrate
entirely on my inquiries.

OK, but won't the ambassador
and his wife recognize me?

Well, you'll be working
mainly with plaster

in the grounds of the
house to take impressions

of hoof and boot prints
of the crime scene.

And in the meantime, you may
continue your association

with the cook in the kitchen
where you will never be noticed.

Now follow these instructions,
do nothing more,

and certainly do nothing less.

All right, Mr. Holmes.

Here, here.

My dear Watson, where are you?

What's this?

Oh, it's a little plaster.

The ambassador asked me to
pour it into the wooden

footprints around the grounds.

He wants them saved for
the inspector before the

crime scene gets messed up.

It's no job for a maid.

Allow me.

We Pinkertons are used
to this sort of thing.

This one.

Right there.

Over there.

Anything else, miss?

Yeah, could you
rinse that pail out

and put it back in
the potting shed?

I really gotta get back inside.

Yeah.

Here, I thought you
worked for that Mr. Holmes.

I did, but he's unmarried, and
I worry about my reputation,

so I asked to be sent here.

Well, I am glad for your help

The mistress wants
me to go on as I do,

but the ambassador has all
his pinkertons on the hunt.

On the hunt for what?

Can't find his wife's jewel box.

Working up his
courage to tell her.

See, he ain't got
no brass himself,

So that makes losing
hers that much worse.

And I, them gems
is worth a palace.

But I thought Ambassador
Anderson was rich.

Lost his shirt when an American
railroad company went bankrupt.

Its all the mistress' money now.

Well, hers and her father's.

Imagine losing your daughter
and a great fortune

on the same night.

And all to the coachman.

Charlie never stole no jewels.

You mark my words.

It's one of them
Pinkertons has nicked him.

Charlie Sweet walked out on
me a few of our evenings off.

Lucky you.

Where did he take you?

The Seven Bells in Stepney.

Always got me a port wine.

And he told me about his gold.

Charlie has gold?

He was going to
inherit it any day.

And when he did, he said
he'd take me to America.

But nah, they'll find
him and hang him.

Just you see they don't.

It must be wonderful to
have such beautiful dresses.

Well, Mama and I have
to look good for Papa.

I have something downstairs.

Look, you've got a few
reporters coming up here.

You've got to be
invisible to get by me.

Let go!

Take your hands off of me!

I could arrest you for trespass.

I told your employer that
services are no longer required.

He doesnt know I'm here.

Please don't tell Mr. Holmes.

What is going on?

We found Holmes' maid snooping
around Clara's bedroom.

Clara was my friend
and I promised

that I would do
everything to find her.

If we don't need Mr.
Holmes, we certainly don't

need his maid.

But is it necessary
to arrest her?

No publicity, I said.

Please, Inspector, allow
me to show the girl out.

Very well.

I should have found
you interfering

in my investigation again.

Why are you here, really?

To help you find your
daughter, like I promised,

even if it cost me my job.

Charlie was our coachman.

I know him.

Maybe he was involved, but
planning something like this

is beyond his abilities.

We cannot approve
of these methods,

But we appreciate your efforts.

I accept you may
have some deficiencies

as an actual servant, but
surely pretending to be one

was not too much to ask.

I did my best.

And if I hadn't gone
back into Clara's room,

I never would have seen that
her travel dress was missing.

And if I hadn't been caught,
then I never would have been

rescued by the ambassador's
wife and I wouldn't know what

she thought about Charlie.

Blind luck.

Better to deduce than to guess.

If you want to solve
your mother's murder,

you will benefit more from
skill than good fortune.

And I ordered you to stay
close to the cook with whom

you would never
have been noticed.

You're only caught
because you disobeyed me.

Now, putting aside
all consideration

of the missing jewels,
are you certain

that these footprints
going from the coach house

to the ambassador's residence
and back are precisely the same.

One set of footprints
leading into the house,

another leading out.

Same heel, same
stride, same man.

And a large fellow at that.

But no smaller footsteps.

So you believe that
whilst a hot water jar

was taken up to the
Andersons' bedroom,

a sleeping draught
was introduced to

the cocoa, and then?

Charlie carried Clara,
Unconscious from the

house to the carriage.

And these footprints tell us
nothing we didn't already know.

On the contrary, these
footprints are most eloquent.

They explain why the kidnapper
left no ransom note.

They explain why Clara's
favorite travel dress was gone.

And they confirm that
Charlie did, indeed,

have an accomplice
inside the household.

Now, what of these hoof
prints of the missing horses?

The black one.

With the white star
on his forehead.

He has a large nick
in his left foreshoe.

He'd be easy to identify
if I knew where to look.

Or if we find the carriage.

Torn up, tossed away.

Where, then, are its ruins?

In London, it would be
very difficult to destroy

an expensive carriage
without attracting too

much attention, and
this is especially true

if one is not used to
destroying carriages.

Who's used to
destroying carriages?

Good question.

Yes. Though I
may not be seen

to investigate this
case, I can still shop

at my discretion.

And while I solve the riddle
of the missing carriages,

you can find the horses that
drew it, dead or alive,

as you flooded Americans
are so fond of saying.

But how in a city
of a million horses

am I expected to find two?

Well, that should prove no
challenge for a tracker

of your self-proclaimed prowess.

Now, here is a list of
every disreputable stable

in the East End.

The ambassador's horse's
hoof prints and markings

should be enough to
identify them both.

Find these noble steeds and
bring them to the address

at the bottom of the page.

But what about the Seven Bells?

Don't you think Charlie could
be there celebrating right now?

Why follow a coach when we
could follow the coachman?

What if he is not so
incautious as you presume?

You have only one chance
to introduce yourself

to the charming clientele
of the Seven Bells,

So horses first,
horse thief later.

Bring them to this
address and you'll

receive further instructions.

That's that.

All clear, sir.

Mr. Holmes, well,
this is a surprise.

You in the market for your
next carriage so soon?

No, no, no, Clarence.

Beyond its questionable
provenance,

I am perfectly satisfied
with my current vehicle.

The price was right,
eh, Mr. Holmes?

Did you a deal on that?

And no mistake, a
speedy little thing.

Yes. No, I'm
looking for

something a little smarter.

Oh, now that is a beauty.

Yes. Do you recall
having seen

such a carriage recently?

Of course I would, but I didn't.

You know, I give you
my patronage not just

for your craftsmanship, but
because not a coach wheel...

is stolen from Stepney to
Sevenoaks without you knowing.

You flatter me, Mr. Holmes,
but a vehicle like that

is beyond the purse of
customers like mine.

Present company
excluded, of course.

And shall we also make an
exemption for Her Majesty

the Queen of the United
Kingdom and Empress of India,

or are you a purveyor of
carriage parts to the palace?

Well, if she ever called upon
me as her loyal subject,

I should be honored
to do her a deal.

Yes. You know, it's curious.

This impressive likeness is
the shop's only decoration

unrelated to your trade.

Oh, yeah!

I mean, like, God
bless her, you know?

Oh, indeed.

So why keep the object of your
devotion on this particular war?

I just...

this war...

Mr. Holmes, please...

You're supposed to stay here.

Private.

Young lady, that horse
is a veritable pegasus.

Attached to a proper carriage,
you will feel you are in flight.

But, it may be
beyond your purse.

I could not part with
an animal such as this

for less than 40 pounds.

Well, may I pet him?

Oh, will he allow it?

Of course.

The noble beast.

Look, the horse you
were trying to sell me

belongs to the
American ambassador.

I think that should lower
the price, don't you?

And where's the other one?

Pegasus had a friend.

All right, sir, I
admit that this vehicle

does bear a passing likeness
to the one in your picture,

but... Note these
initials, C-H.

Why, Mr. Holmes, them's...
them's my initials.

Your humble servant,
Clarence Halfpenny.

Yes, but Clarence
Halfpenny was not

the driver of this
coach when it was

used to kidnap the American
ambassador's daughter.

That was one Charles
Charlie Holroyd.

Kidnapped?
Yes.

The ambassador's daughter?

Yes. And for
possessing

this carriage, which
stolen property used in

the commission of a felony,
you, Clarence, could

be looking at breaking rocks
in Wormwood Scrubs prison

for quite a few years to come.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You... you can't think I
would have bought this here

conveyance had I any
inkling it was stolen.

Perhaps you can explain that
to an understanding judge.

Or you could begin by
telling me where you met

the man who sold it to you.

What, my lord?

Please.
Well...

It's sad to say it was, um...

It was in a pub.

The Seven Bells in Stemley.

Why, Mr. Holmes, you are
as good as the stories

make you out to be.

Yes. And did
Charlie not also

try to sell you some jewels?

How did you know he tried
to get me to buy some gems?

Did you buy them?

No, sir.

I did not.

I can't afford an Emerald in
that size, even if I wanted it,

which I didn't.

Besides, your friend,
Charlie the Coachman,

wouldn't part with them
jewels for less than $20,000.

Well, that's much less
than they're worth.

Right. I can't even
afford a 50-down pounds.

But you did buy the carriage.

Yes, sir.

I had that misfortune.

And now I'm out $600, I guess,
because you'd be wanting

that back, no doubt.

I'm afraid so.

One of the perils of
your trade, I'm afraid.

And before you ask me your
next question, Mr. Holmes,

I have no idea where that
thieving toerag ran off to.

Well, you may not
know where he went,

but you've just told
me where he is going.

And for that, I'm
eternally grateful.

Do not.

Ow.

Oh.
Oh.

Ah. Look
at that.

Not one of ours, Mr. Holmes.

But if you can help cover
my loss on this coach,

you can take that
screw free of charge.

Hmm? Not one
of yours.

Well, where did this
come from, I wonder?

Hand over the
horses, go upstairs,

and see the fortune teller.

Come on, now.

But I was told to
come to this address

for further instructions.

I just gave you
further instructions.

Come on, give me the horse.

Okay.

Upstairs.

Here?

Yes, in there.

Go.

This way, if you
please, Miss Rojas.

You probably weren't
expecting to speak

to the dead today, were you?

Uh, no.

I came here... -
No need to say.

I already know.

Goodbye, Ms. Rojas.

You come by a surprise, are we?

You can't trap me in here.

You already are.

Maybe you should
be less trusting

in the house of the damned.

What did you do
to Sherlock Holmes?

Who?

Sherlock Holmes.

This is his watch.

Tell me where Sherlock
is, or I'll come in there

and I'll knock your head off.

Careful.

Wouldn't want to lose my teeth.

You nearly scared me to death.

I thought something
happened to you.

Disguises are not
only for criminals,

They are as vital to a detective
as the power of deduction.

Now, you were apprehended
by the inspector

because he recognized your
face, not your uniform.

Because you went beyond
my specific orders

to stay with the servants
and strayed upstairs,

you have earned
yourself this surprise.

However, your concern for
me was very touching.

Fine. You fooled
me this time.

Well, I must fool
the world every time

if I am to investigate unseen.

For example, this
disguise has just

helped me to visit several
pawnbroker's shops

without being
recognized, allowing

me to confirm some
of my suspicions

about the missing jewels.

But why must you
go unrecognized?

Well.

If you are to help me,
Amelia, well, you should know

as much about the perils in
front of you as possible.

I must therefore share
with you a secret,

a secret that you must promise
never to divulge to anyone.

You have my word
as your daughter.

Alleged daughter.

Now, as I indicated earlier,
Clara Anderson is not the

first successful kidnapping
to compel my attention.

Are you talking about the
son of the Italian ambassador?

No, no, no, no, no.

A little, uh,
Roberto was let go.

But alas, not so my
dear friend Dr. Watson

and my housekeeper, Mrs.
Hudson, both of whom were

abducted two weeks ago.

Also, my maid.

The one they found in the river.

Yes. Yes, that was my
fault, I'm afraid.

I made the dreadful mistake
of searching for her

when I had been warned
that should I be seen to

investigate these kidnappings,
hostages would be executed.

So they drowned the
poor girl in the river,

but not before chopping
off her finger.

They then sent me
in a pencil box.

And when this despicable band
of thieves and murderers

commit crimes at which they
forbid my interference,

they leave behind a signal
forcing me to depart

without explanation.

Or else Watson or Mrs.
Hudson could well die.

So at Ambassador Anderson's
house, that's what happened?

There was a signal of some
kind forcing you to back off.

Yes. So
I did.

And yet I believe that were we
to solve Clara's disappearance,

We might also find my friends.

And if I could
contrive some means

to question Charlie
the Coachman, then...

well, you understand.

Lives depend on us.

But we have some very
important clues to decipher.

The most important...
The missing jewels.

Yes, and why they're
so important.

Because why kidnap
Clara if you've

already stolen her ransom?

Very good.

Very good indeed.

You'll make a passable
detective, yes?

You've already proved your
prowess as a tracker.

How much did Charlie receive
for these stolen horses?

Forty dollars apiece.

But they were worth a lot more.

Well, this information
confirms my suspicions.

What's next?

Take one of the
horses you retrieved

and go directly to the
Seven Bells in Stedney.

I hear the proprietor is
looking for a barmaid.

A barmaid?

There are very few
roles for young girls

in public houses unless
you prefer to pose

as a street creature
of easy virtue.

No, I would not.

Now.

Here, take this.

Another list.

Construction firms employing
joiners and carpenters.

I made something of a
study of nails and screws,

but this one perplexes me.

See if you can find its origin
and its purpose, please.

You couldn't find anything
smaller for me to do?

A chip of gravel, a little ash.

Never underestimate a piece of
evidence because of its size.

If you are to solve
your mother's murder,

you must master
every skill you can.

If my customers don't have
a drink in their hand

every second, their
bellies think

their throats have been cut.

You sure you've done
bar work before?

Yeah, yes.

I'll give you two
shillings for the shift.

If you're any good,
you can stay.

Come on.

I'm going to go.

I need to get some glasses.

I can't serve any of you
until I've got stuff.

Put that on

Youll ruin that dress.

You're showing me the money?

Sorry.

Do you know this man?

Do you know this man?

Charlie?

Charlie Holroyd.

If I had 10 bucks for
every girl in this boozery

told about his gold, and
they all fall for it.

Not you too.

No.

But he's got a lady friend
of mine in terrible trouble.

Do you know where I
could find Charlie?

No.

He did used to tell all the
girls not to get attached.

Why? Had a
rich woman on

a string, didn't he?

Does this rich
woman have a name?

I'm sure she does, but
Charlie wouldn't tell me it.

Only that there'd be a big
difference in their ages.

Ruthie!
Right!

Which I, of course, know.

Charlie don't mind.

Sorry. Do you
recognize

this type of screw?

Excuse me.

Do you recognize
this type of screw?

Do you by any chance
recognize this screw?

Spare a few coppers, miss.

I'm afraid this is all I have.

Very kind of you, miss.

Excuse me, but are
you a carpenter?

Used to be.

But how could you tell?

Oh, of course.

There was a time when
you were only considered

a proper joiner if you'd
lost a finger or two.

You don't recognize
this, do you?

That there screw is particular
to the Withersea Coffin Factory,

down by London Docks,
where my pa used to work.

You could search the
world for coffin screws,

You wont find another like that

Charlie.

Hello.

Dont I know you.

Not you again.

I've been here
working all night.

Oh, have you then?

I knew you was on the game

All right, you've
had your warning.

Please.

This is Clara
Anderson, the American

ambassador's daughter.

She was kidnapped the night
that you and I first met.

Chief Inspector told us
about her this morning.

The ambassador's coachman
is a suspected kidnapper,

and he just went into
that coffin factory.

Did he now?

You go around
there, keep an eye.

I'll nip to the station,
bring back more men.

I'll be back a bit
after sunrise.

Oh, and miss.

Yes? If you're
yanking my chain,

you'll be in the clink so
long, you'll forget what

daylight looks like.

Deal.

Eggs done the way you like, sir.

And served early, as requested,
since we have to be off so soon.

Where is my new maid?

Miss Rojas, she hasn't returned.

Bring me the key to her room.

Sir, do you think that's proper?

I beg your pardon?

I know she's a foreign
girl, without experience,

but to enter her
private quarters...

Now see here, Mr. Halligan,

This foreign girl
may be in danger,

and I wish to see if I can find
a clue as to her whereabouts.

Is that sufficient, or do I need
to put my request in writing?

That'll be all.

Go and prepare for our trip
in the ambassador's carriage.

Not bad.

How quickly will they be here?

Stall as long as you can then.

Getting these hostages
out alive in a hurry

will be a job.

But we'll think of something.

I want them gems, Charlie.

No, I'm supposed to
keep them until...

Change of plans.

We've been tipped off.

The police are on their way.

Hand them over now.

It's all there.

They better be

Where are we taking
the prisoners?

Watson and the housekeeper
are coming with us.

The girl goes with you.

Distract the police by
setting fire to this place,

then untie the ambassador's
daughter's hands

and take her gag out.

And drop the girl
off near her house

and make a break
for it and get good

and away from London boy.

No one can be seen
with you, understand?

Take Clara home?

What?

I thought I was supposed
to... We got the gems.

And the ambassador's
given up the keys,

so his daughter has
to be returned.

If I don't see flames, and I
look back over my shoulder,

you'll rue the day.

Charlie, get moving

Two coffins?

There she goes!

After her!

Whoa, whoa.

Get up.

Come on.

Clara

Oi!
Oi!

I got him, Inspector!

OK, OK.

Where's the
ambassador's daughter?

Come on, find her!

When I galloped
around the corner

and saw Mr. Halligan on
the ambassador's coach,

I knew you'd be here.

How did you know
where to find me?

I didn't.

I came to intercept Charlie
before he and Clara

boarded the only ship
bound for America in

the next two days.

You... you guessed that Charlie
was taking Clara to America?

I never guess.

Charlie was in a great haste
to sell the ambassador's

jewels and horses, but for
dollars, not for pounds,

and dollars are not the
currency of this country.

I wouldn't part with them
jewels for less than $20,000.

I beg you, please do
not tell my parents.

Don't tell your parents how you
planned your own kidnapping

and stole your mother's
jewels, how you opened your

parents' bedroom window
so they'd be cold enough

to ask for a hot water jar,
allowing Charlie to dump

the laudatum into the cocoa
to drive us from the scent.

As I noted, Charlie did
indeed have a confederate

inside the household,
and here she is.

But I was told that there
was an age difference

between Charlie and
his rich girlfriend.

Yes, Charlie is 32, Clara is 17.

Now what happens to you
next depends on whether

you are capable of
telling the truth.

Were there any others
being held hostage

in the coffin factory?

Yes, Mr. Holmes,
a man and wife,

though I never
heard their voices.

Why do you suppose they
were married, this couple?

Because when our
captors would take them

out of their coffins
to visit the lavatory,

they were referred to
as doctor and missus.

Disaster.

How on earth did you come
up with this preposterous

kidnapping? It was
Charlie's idea.

He knew my parents
would never have agreed

to us being together.

Not because Charlie
is twice my age,

but because he is so
far below my station.

But it wasn't supposed to
happen until a month from now.

All of a sudden, Charlie
was in a desperate hurry.

He begged me to go with him.

He said he was in danger.

And he only asked me
to take the jewels

so that we might have
an income on which

to live when we married.

They're insured, Mr. Holmes.

My father is in debt.

It was also for his sake.

And even after your elopement
went so terribly wrong,

you were still prepared to sail
to America with this criminal?

I was a fool.

I was used, tricked into
stealing from my own family

for an elopement, which
my parents' reputations

could have endured.

But if the world
thinks me a thief,

dear God, my father
will have to resign.

Whoa! That may
not be necessary.

This is where our paths diverge.

But listen to me closely.

Charlie dares not give
you away, even in prison,

for fear of his accomplices.

And I doubt if anyone but
I will discover you are

a self-kidnapping
jewel thief, certainly

not Inspector Bullivant.

So I'm out of danger?

Hardly. Charlie's
employers let you

live, knowing what you know.

It's probably so they
can blackmail you.

So if and when they
contact you, send for me.

In the meantime, when
describing your rescue,

you may talk of Amelia, but
do not mention my name.

Do you understand?

Lives are at stake,
including your own.

I pity you, Clara.

I hardly need tell
you, any destination

by your parents' residence
would be extremely ill-advised.

How did you know about
Charlie and Clara?

Well, you told me
when you handed over

the plaster cast
of the footprints

going in and out of the
ambassador's house.

But there was just
one pair of boots

and the track going in
and out was the same.

Charlie carried
Clara from the room.

How could the footprints
be exactly the same,

both coming and going?

Surely the returning
set would be...

Would have been deeper
because of the weight

Charlie was carrying,
but they were deeper.

So Charlie knocked on Clara's
door with the all clear.

He left behind the
candle and the empty cup

of cocoa as misdirection.

They both exited
by the front door.

Clara in her favorite
travel dress,

which you noticed was missing.

And I'm sure that Charlie
could have confirmed all this

had I been able to question him.

Indeed, were it not
for you, I might even

now be rescuing my
friends who suffer

for their closeness to me.

But I found them.

I found your friends.

I solved the riddle
of the screw.

It brought me to Coffin Factory.

I alerted the police.

That's why the
kidnappers escaped.

They knew the police
were coming, and they

fled with their hostages.

How could they know?

Because I am dealing not only
with a greedy, ignorant coachman

and a silly adolescent girl,
but with a vast criminal

syndicate of unbridled reach.

And yes, even inside the police,
a syndicate whose ultimate

purpose I am yet to comprehend.

But you can still
question Charlie.

He's in custody.

Oh, do you think I could
just waltz into prison

without the whole world knowing,
or was this your plan all along,

to destroy this
last chance I had

to rescue Watson
and Mrs. Hudson?

Why would you think that?

Because through your
actions, they are lost to me.

And all the time
you kept a secret.

How do I explain this which
I found in your room?

Why was it there?

I have no time to
listen to your answer.

If you are who you claim to
be, you will say nothing of

my presence to the police.

Now, we will continue
this conversation later.

Do not follow me.

I very much suspect you're
about to be arrested.

I told you not to run!

And now, you're coming
to the station with us.