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Watson,

what is the medical
term for an obsession?

I feel you see,

that I must lay
to rest a ghost

which has haunted
me for some time.

I shall be away
for several weeks

in the highlands.

Meanwhile, your patience
might be encouraged

by seeing you more often
in your consulting room.

What about Baker Street?

Poste Restante,
Diogenes Club,

and the regulars,
you know my methods.

I shall be watching you

with my third eye.

One hundred
and ten carats, sir.

Bigger than
the Hope diamond,

bigger even than
the Koh-l-Noor.

No wonder the froggies
are anxious to get it back.

Closing in 10 minutes, sir.

Gerald!

This is my sister Agnes.

Do you not perceive

a strong family
resemblance between us?

It's the bone structure.

Peculiar to the Garridebs

be they male or
female don't you know?

And this is Emily.

We're descended from
good Anglo-Saxon stock.

Ancient blood courses
through our veins.

I'm relieved to hear it,

oh, do, please do sit down.

Did you say Garrideb?

Doctor, I'm not in the
habit of repeating myself.

She's not in the habit
of repeating herself.

I've just said
that, Agnes dear.

My sister is a little hard
of hearing, don't you know?

One of my
university lectures

was called Garrideb.

He remembers
you, Dr. Watson.

You're related?

He is our brother, Nathan

and the only reason for
our presence here today.

He's ill?

Not inordinate.

No.

Well, are either
of you ladies ill?

Ah, not inordinately.

Not of any sort.

My sister and I have
followed a strict regime

of clean, healthy living

since we were young girls.

My father wouldn't allow it.

And we insist that all
our gentlemen do the same.

Your gentlemen?

Our gentlemen
tenants, Dr. Watson.

Oh, I see you rent rooms?

Not to anybody,
you understand?

My sister and I
are most particular

about who we have
under our roof,

isn't that so, Emily?

I don't quite follow,

if no one is ill,

why do you come to see me?

I thought that
was obvious, Doctor.

We have a case for
Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Mycroft, wake up.

Cantlemere?

We don't often see you
here at the Diogenes.

Have you spoken to your
brother as requested?

Alas, no.

Well, I don't
need to remind you

from whence
the request came.

It is the Prime Minister's
personal wish

that your brother should
employ his detective skills,

find the Mazarin diamond

and return it to
White Hall without delay.

I'm rather afraid
Sherlock's unavailable

at the present time.

Unavailable?

Inconvenient I know,

but he's engaged
in another case

up in the highlands,

don't expect to be
back for about a week.

Not good enough Mycroft,

you really must try

and keep your brother
on a shorter leash.

Do you know the history
of the Mazarin Diamond?

Yes, of course I do,

it was named after

Cardinal Jules Mazarin,

a Chief Minister

during the reign
of Louis the XIV,

it belongs now to
Majesty of the Queen.

Yes, but it is soon to
be returned to France

where it belongs as
a goodwill gesture

on the part of
the British people

and I think you'll
agree that such a gesture

can only help to cement

the relationship
between our two countries.

To go back
on our word now

could spell
diplomatic disaster.

The Prime Minister has
asked that your brother

investigate this case

and Mr. Holmes has

never, ever let him down.

My dear Horatio,

if Sherlock were here,

I'm sure he'd be

more than
delighted to assist.

At least, I think he would.

But he's not here you see,

so he can't,

but I could,

illuminate me.

He came to the
house yesterday.

Who did?

The American.

An American
came to your house

to visit your brother

and offered him a
large sum of money?

Five million dollars.

Five million dollars?

Fifteen million dollars

to be divided
between three people.

With the same
name, Garrideb.

But only male Garridebs
can share the fortune.

Like my brother.

And the American.

But it's as plain as
a pikestaff, Doctor.

(knock on door)

He's not a real
Garrideb at all.

Oh, he says he is

but we know otherwise,
don't we, Emily.

You do, how?

Bone structure.

He simply doesn't have it.

No.

Of course.

Bone structure.

Whoever it is,

the man's an absolute cad.

Mycroft, think
of the country.

Imagine if the Mazarin
Diamond was never found.

Or turns up again

in a variety of
different shapes.

Now, ladies,
if you'll excuse me

there are patients
waiting to be seen.

Here is our card, Doctor.

You will speak
on our behalf,

won't you, Doctor, please?

I'll do what I can.

Five million dollars,

thank you for
listening, Doctor.

Come along, Agnes.

He's not as intelligent
as I thought he'd be.

The name Garrideb

will almost certainly
mean nothing to you

but I feel I should
relay the particulars

of a most
extraordinary tale.

How long had the
diamond been exhibited

before its theft?

Nearly 10 years.

Inside the same glass case?

Yes, as far as we know.

Has this lock
ever been changed?

The whole gate would have
to be replaced, Mr. Holmes,

nothing was left to chance.

Inspector, whoever
took the diamond

was able to walk in here

without any
apparent difficulty

since there were no marks
or scratches on the lock

to suggest it was forced,

we may safely conclude

the thief had a key.

Once inside,

it would've been
the work of a moment

to smash the case

and remove the stone.

I gather you were
unconscious at the
time of the theft,

is that correct?

That's right, sir.

So?

Well, I was just seeing
out the last of the public

and getting ready to
lock up for the night

when he came at me.

You saw him?

No, sir,

before I could
turn around

he clobbered me
and I went down.

You seem confident

that your
attacker was a male

who acted alone.

Oh, I suppose so, sir,

although I couldn't
swear to it.

As far as I knew

the Count had gone

and the museum was empty.

The Count?

The Count Sylvius

was the last
member of the public

to leave the building
before the attack happened.

Count Negreto Sylvius

We've spoken to him,

he remembers seeing
nothing untoward.

He would.

And the
Commissioner himself

has asked me not to pursue
that line of inquiry.

Count was lucky, sir.

If he strayed any longer,

he might've got
clobbered as well.

Here he is Nathan.

Oh, dear.

Oh, he hasn't has he?

Yes, he has.

Young Watkins,

nice to see you
after all these years.

Pay no regard, Doctor.

Well, sit you down, sit
you down, young Watkins.

A species of the family,
vespertilionidae.

I found him in a
subterranean cavern

in my travels in Sofala
in Southeast Africa

in my younger days.

I don't get out
much now of course

hands and legs
aren't what they were.

Nathan,

Dr. Watson is acting
for Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

He's come to talk about
the other Mr. Garrideb,

not your hands and legs.

Oh, there it is,

tell him what the
American told us.

Our visitor
started by explaining

that anyone from Kansas

in the
United States of America

would recognize the name

Alexander Hamilton Garrideb.

He had no kith nor kin

but he took a kind of pride

in the queerness of the name

and that's what
brought us together.

One day I had a visit
from the old man.

He was tickled to death

to find someone else
with the same name

and dead set
on finding out

if there were any other
Garridebs in the world

so he asked me
to find him another.

I said I was a busy man

and couldn't spend my life

hiking around the world

in search of
other Garridebs.

But when he died

about a year later

he left behind
the queerest will

ever filed in the
state of Kansas.

His property was
divided into three parts

of which I was to have one,

on condition

that I found two Garridebs

who would share
the remainder,

five million dollars
each if it's a cent.

But we can't lay
a finger on it

until we all three
stand in a row.

I don't believe
a word of it.

Sir, there isn't one

in the whole of
the United States.

I went through it
with a fine-tooth comb

and never a
Garrideb could I catch.

Then I decided to
try the old country

and sure enough,

there was your name

in the London
telephone directory,

Three adult men sir.

That's what it specified

in Alexander Hamilton
Garrideb's will.

Two down,

one to go,

five million dollars,

hallelujah.

Unparalleled good fortune.

Female relatives
are disqualified,

surely there must be

some other
Garridebs in the world.

What do you think?

Well, do you believe this
man's story, Mr. Garrideb?

Oh, without a doubt,

he had an honest face.

Oh, really,

the man's a rogue.

Your sisters
think otherwise.

Emily and Agnes
are inclined

to read too much
romantic fiction

and inclined to find shadows

where there
should only be light.

Nonsense.

Well thank you for
explaining Mr. Garrideb.

It's been a great pleasure
to see you again, sir.

Nathan, oh you're so...

Well you'll just have to
draw your own conclusions.

If as seems probable

this American
Garrideb is a rogue

then you may already
have seen the last of him

but please,
please let me know

if there are any
further developments.

Oh, we shall.

Goodbye, sir.

Good day, to you
then, young Watkins.

Poppycock and balderdash.

Just think what I could do

with five million dollars,

I've got the nucleus

of a national collection.

I shall be the
Harris Sloan of my age.

Mycroft, Holmes,

well, well,

first the police

and now you.

You've come to find where I
am hiding the Mazarin stone?

I didn't expect a
confession, Count.

Then you won't
be disappointed.

Please, if you wish.

Be careful,

it's a hair trigger.

They were a gift

from the Princess of Wales.

Such balance,

such workmanship.

A beautiful thing,

it's strangely
in the wrong hand.

Yes, she is
extraordinarily beautiful.

She?

The diamond.

Oh.

I must say I'm surprised
no one has been tempted

to steal her away
from Whitehall before.

I'm sure the temptation
was there, Count.

All that was lacking was
audacity and opportunity.

Ah, audacity
and opportunity

and motive.

Avariciousness and greed
are motives, Count,

I'm sure you're
familiar with them.

The police are satisfied

that I was away
from the building

when the theft occurred.

Que sera sera.

I'm following my
own line of inquiry

as my brother did with
Miss Minny Warrendove

when she accused you

of stealing her jewels.

My conscience is clear.

Our past is an
unresolved dual Mycroft.

You may hold some personal
grievance against me

but that gives you no right

to sully my good
name and reputation.

This is between us, Count,

you and me.

Oh do forgive me,

it's a hair trigger.

Should I wait?

No, no that
won't be necessary.

Very well then.

Walk on.

My dear Holmes,

I agree that
five million dollars

is an impossibly
generous offer.

For the sake
of my old tutor,

I hope it doesn't
prove to be false.

I'm sorry to
disturb you, Doctor,

there's a
Mr. Garrideb to see you.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson,

show him in.

Forgive me, I was
expecting someone else.

Mr. Nathan
Garrideb I suppose.

You must be, Dr. Watkins.

Close.

What can I do
for you Mr. Garrideb?

For a start you can stop
interfering in matters

that don't
rightly concern you.

I'm sorry.

I saw the old man
and his sisters today

and they told me

you were acting on behalf
of Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

That's no reflection
on you, Mr. Garrideb.

Mr. Holmes and I have means
of getting information,

which is not normally
available to the public.

I don't want the police

butting into a
private matter.

But surely the
sooner we find

a third male Garrideb

the better for
all concerned.

Well, that puts
it different.

If you're content to help
us find the third man,

well, I can't see
any harm in that.

I hope I put your mind
at rest, Mr. Garrideb.

John Garrideb,

I'm sorry if I was

a bit short with you
back there, Dr. Watkins?

Watson, it's
quite all right.

I'm fairly new
to this country

and haven't gotten used
to your English ways yet.

I guess I must
seem impatient

to a man like yourself,

urbane and
unsophisticated.

Good luck with your
search, Mr. Garrideb,

I'll be in touch

if I discover
anything useful.

Much obliged, Doctor,

much obliged.

John Garrideb
has an English coat

frayed at the
elbow and trousers,

bagged at the knees with
at least a year's wear.

Despite what he says

I'll wager that he
hasn't just arrived
in this country.

You would hardly
refuse to trade

with someone who
possessed a diamond

of exceptional quality?

That depends Mr. Mycroft.

Oh, on what?

The providence of the
diamond of course.

Oh.

It's legality.

Even if it were
brought to you

by a respectable
member of society?

Her majesty could offer
me the crown jewels

and I'd still refuse
to do business with her.

Um-huh.

Strange to think

that pieces of
crystallized carbon

could be the cause of

such great human
happiness and tragedy.

Some things are better said
in private, Mr. Mycroft.

You do understand?

I think we
understand each other,

you have a
reputable business,

you can't afford
to make mistakes.

Lakhime.

You were offered a diamond?

Yes.

I was interested of course,

he was willing to
pay a lot of money.

Who was?

Tell me.

The Count.

And his name?

Count Sylvius.

Hmm, well that's no
good to me, lkey

I need them within two days.

With the greatest
respect, sir,

only Roger Presbury

could've cut your diamond
in less than a week

and he took his skills
with him to the grave.

Well, then I better
find someone alive

to do the work while
there is still time.

What can you do?

Who was Roger Presbury?

Ah, a true genius.

In his hands a lifeless,
shapeless stone

became a living,
breathing work of art.

Diamonds were his life.

And his death.

Indeed, he was
murdered five years ago

during a quarrel
about some gems.

Ah, such a tragedy.

Did you see the
Count's diamond?

Alas, no,

but he did give me
a description of it.

He described a round stone

of finest purity and color,

approximately 100
carats in weight.

A hundred and
ten, Mr. Mycroft,

but a little too
close for comfort

to a description of
the Mazarin stone.

I've taken up
enough of your time.

Not at all
Mr. Mycroft, sir,

not at all.

Ladies.

Ladies, I've got news.

Ladies, tell your brother
I've got good news.

Your antipathy for the
Count is well known

unlike your reasons.

He brings the higher
echelons of our society

into disrepute.

In your opinion.

Oh, I suppose you realize

that the Count is among
the guests at a levee

at St James's Palace
tomorrow morning

Ha, he should be serving
a prison sentence.

And the Prince
and Princess of Wales

are unlikely to entertain

suspected
criminals, are they?

Drive on, George.

Enchanting.

You are an
incorrigible flatterer,

Count Sylvius

Bertie would
be most disturbed

if he knew
of your attention.

Your most humble
servant, ma'am.

A beautiful thing

fits strangely
in the wrong hand.

There.

Howard Garrideb constructor
of agriculture machinery.

Binders, reapers,
steam and hand plows,

drills, harrows,

farmer's carts, buckboards,

and all other appliances.

Estimates for
artesian wells,

apply Grovner
Buildings Aston.

John, Nathan and now Howard.

The third Garrideb.

Read the advertisement
again, Doctor.

And look at the spelling.

Howard Garrideb, constructor
of agriculture machinery.

Binders, reapers,
steam and hand plows,

And how do you spell plows?

P-l-o-w-s, oh, it's
American spelling.

Well, it could be
a printer's error.

Oh, buckboards,

Artesian wells

in Birmingham.

So you're implying

that this advertisement

has been written
by an American

John Garrideb?

So this Howard Garrideb

simply doesn't exist.

And yet he asked Nathan
to meet him in his office

alone tomorrow
night in Birmingham.

Now something
is wrong, Doctor,

terribly wrong.

Count Negreto Sylvius,

game shot, sportsman,

man about town,

confidence trickster.

Please, sir, would...

There it is.

And now diamond thief.

I'll have him.

I'll have him.

You can't go in there.

It's quite all
right, Mrs. Hudson.

Dr. Watson.

The Count is expected.

Well, you might
have warned me.

I want to talk to
this man in private.

Stay where you are, Watson.

You have gone out of
your way to annoy me.

You have set your
creatures upon my track.

My creatures?

I assure you, no.

Two days ago
it was a cabman,

today some booming
old fool at the palace.

You give my little
impersonations

too much praise.

So,

you admit that
you have dogged me,

why?

I want the Mazarin stone.

You've come here to find
out how much I know

and how far my removal

is absolutely essential

and I know everything

except one thing

which you are now
about to tell me.

Where is the Mazarin stone?

Well, how in the devil

should I be able to
tell you where she is?

Do you know what's kept
in this notebook, Count?

You, you're all here,

every action of your

vile and dangerous life.

You know, you'll
make nothing of that.

Here is the robbery on the
Tran De Lucs to the Riviera

and here oh,

the same year, Count,

is the forged check
to the Credit Lyonnais.

No, you are wrong there.

Then I'm right
on the others.

Now Count,

you are a card player,

when the other
fellow has all trumps

it saves time to
put down one's hand.

What has all this to do
with the Mazarin stone?

I have the cabby who
took it to Whitehall

and brought you away again.

I have the attendant

who saw you looking
over the jewel case.

I have the jeweler

who refused to
cut the stone up.

That's the hand I play from.

But one card is missing,

the queen of diamonds.

You're wasting time if
you believe I have her.

Continue to dog me
if it amuses you,

it don't amuse me.

But remember, hair trigger.

How can he hoped
to dispose of it?

The jeweler said
it would take weeks

to cut up the stone.

Only a man called Presbury

could do it in less time

and he's dead.

But the man who killed him

may still be alive.

What does he mean
by hair trigger?

He means I won't
die in my bed.

These are postmortem
photographs

of Roger Presbury,

rather unpleasant,
I'm afraid.

You must be used to
such sights, Doctor?

Oh, yes, indeed.

And what can you tell us
of his murderer, Inspector?

A man called Winter,

I've got his photograph here

in our rogue's
gallery somewhere.

Found guilty
of manslaughter,

sentenced to five years,

oh, released two months ago.

Here he is,

a native of Chicago,

James Winter,

alias Morecroft,

alias Evans,

alias...

John Garrideb.

The man you know
as John Garrideb

once worked for
Roger Presbury.

It's quite extraordinary,
it really is.

Get away with you, get away.

Get away, get away,

get out of the way.

Be off,

be off,

officer.

My dear Watson,

Presbury dead five years,

identify Garrideb's
lodger, Holmes.

Mycroft.

My God,

I thought it was you.

This is proof
he feels my boot

very close to his backside.

It must be very
wearisome for you

trying to keep this
place tidy, Mrs. Hudson.

My sister and I are
quite used to clutter.

It seems that
this John Garrideb
is an impostor,

his name is Winter.

I told you, Emily.

I didn't like his eyes.

It was the bone
structure, dear.

He simply didn't have it.

A telegram arrived
a moment ago.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

Now ladies, please,

Please come to workshop,

urgent information lkey.

It is very important

that you tell me about
your American lodger

and why he left
your household.

Well, he didn't leave,

he simply disappeared.

Do you remember when?

When?

Oh, dear,

four or five years ago,

isn't that right, Emily?

Give or take a few
months, yes, dear.

Then your brother
took over his room?

How clever of you
to know that, Doctor.

Miss Garrideb,

Miss Garrideb

and Miss Garrideb,

Watson, would
you be good enough

to escort these ladies home.

I have urgent
business to attend to.

I'll follow you later.

I'll try to persuade Nathan

not to travel to Birmingham.

We should be so grateful.

It could cause irreparable
damage to his health.

Forgive me, ladies,

two of the
finest detectives

it's ever been my
privilege to meet.

Oh, such a card.

I really am very sorry.

What's done is
done, Mr. Mycroft.

Van Seddar is in London,

he plans to
return to Amsterdam

before tomorrow night.

Who is Van Seddar?

He has a boat
down on the Tames,

I don't know where.

He will take...

he will take the
Mazarin stone to Amsterdam.

Are you sure the
stone hasn't been cut?

Ah, well, you see,

it can be cleaved,

split down the grain
with a single blow.

Would Presbury's assistant

have the necessary skill

to cleave a large diamond?

He may convince
others that he has,

but not me.

The man is a criminal,
Mr. Garrideb.

But he doesn't exist.

Oh.

Poppycock and balderdash.

He doesn't exist.

We've been trying
to tell you that,

haven't we, Emily?

Nonsense, you're jealous

because I'm about to be
handed five million dollars.

I have no right to indulge

but it's my professional
advice, Mr. Garrideb

that you should not
travel to Birmingham.

Out of my way,
young Watkins,

unless you wish to
be trampled underfoot.

When I return tomorrow,

I shall be a wealthy man,

Houston.

Doctor, my sister and I
will have to retire shortly.

We have plenty of spare beds

if you wish to
sleep, Doctor.

No, no, please, please

don't worry about me,
Miss Garrideb,

I'll just stay there.

Oh, well then,

plenty of cushions.

Let's plump them up a
little more comfortable,

I'm sure.

No, no please
don't let me...

don't let me keep you awake.

I'll just draw the
curtains for you, Doctor.

Oh, no, please,
please, it's fine.

You will help yourself
to tea and cake,
won't you, Doctor.

Thank you very much.

Or there's a little
sherry if you prefer,

don't hesitate.

In fact I might just...

Come along, Emily dear.

I bid you goodnight
then, Doctor.

Goodnight.

All clear.

Yes.

Splendid.

What an extraordinary room.

I'm afraid Mr. Garrideb is
on his way to Birmingham.

Oh, that's excellent.

This is much more serious
than I thought, Watson.

You may need this.

Dowse the candles, Watson.

Is that sherry?

Yes.

Not bad this sherry.

James Winter I presume.

Ah, ah.

Watson!

I'll be all right?

I saw the gun in his hand.

I didn't...

You got the wrong man.

I think not, Mr. Winter.

It was Presbury's idea.

Presbury's dead.

When he was alive, sir.

You've got to believe me.

He went to the museum
every week for three years,

all the while
figured out a way

to steal the Mazarin
stone and hack it up.

Making the
duplicate key was easy.

Before he had a chance
to use it he died.

He was murdered
for that key.

Not by me, sir.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

I told the jury
so at the trial.

It was some
argument over jewelry

but they didn't believe me.

Did you steal the
Mazarin stone?

No, sir, I did not.

I didn't mean to
hit you, I'm sorry.

Then who did?

Presbury's murderer,

the only other man

who knew of this
plan to steal it

and the only
man cool enough

to take a diamond
out of Whitehall.

And the man for
whom you spent

five years of your
life behind bars.

It suited us both
to work together.

Please, let me help you.

He could steal it

and I could use
Presbury's equipment

to cut it up fast.

But Nathan Garrideb
was in the way, hmm?

Yeah, and I
was the only one

who knew the location
of his workshop.

Can you wonder
I wanted to get to it.

And can you wonder
when I found this

crazy boob of a bug hunter

squatting right
on top of it.

And never quitting his room,

why I had to do all
I could to shift him.

Easy.

It would've been a whole
lot easier to put him away

but I'm a softhearted guy,

as your Lord Byron said,

"he was the mildest
mannered man,

who ever cut a throat."

Where is the Mazarin stone?

My associate is
bringing it here with him

but I guess now we'll
have to forego cleaving it

before shipping
it to Amsterdam.

By Van Seddar?

Yes.

It's already on
its way to Amsterdam.

Your associate
has betrayed you

just as he's betrayed
so many others.

He and I made a deal,

and a gentleman
always keeps his word.

Ah.

(unintelligible)
Van Seddar.

No, please, please.

Shall I get
a doctor, Doctor?

No, no, just get me a towel

and some water,
please, thank you.

Your associate has
used you, Winter.

He had no intention
of allowing you

to cleave the stone.

You'd served your purpose.

Now, where is
Van Seddar's boat?

(unintelligible)

Brother mine.

Bravo.

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