All language subtitles for The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - S01E07 - The Blue Carbuncle

Countess of Morcar's.

Thanks.

My God,
she's back.

She's getting out
of the carriage.

Come on, Ryder,
get a move on.

All right, Horner. Look lively.
Get moving.

Her ladyship won't want
workmen under her feet.

All right, I finished, don't worry.
Quick job, like you said.

Oh, yeah,
yeah, nice, nice.

Countess, eh?
Have to get by appointment only...

Come on, lad, out.

All right.

Over there will do.

Here, for the three of you.

Thank you, milady, and
a Merry Christmas, milady.

Ring for tea, Cusack.

Yes, milady.

I need something to sustain me.

I do find preparing for
Christmas quite an ordeal.

Yes, milady.

And then,

a bath, I think.

Milady.

The blue carbuncle,

the blue carbuncle,

it's stolen.

Open them up, there.

Oh, John, she'll love it,

it is beautiful.

Just like her mother.

But can we afford it, though?

I told you, I made a nice
little bob or two lately.

Even if I hadn't it's Christmas.

You're a good man, John Horner.

I'm a lucky man,

a wife and kids like I've got,
means as good as a king.

So, it's the doll for the girl,
and the boat for the boy, right?

Right.

Spending the loot already,
are we, Horner?

What do you mean?
I've done nothing, what do you mean?

John Frederick Horner,

I hereby arrest you on
the charge of stealing

the valuable gem known
as the blue carbuncle,

the property of the Countess of Morcar.
Anything you say...

I didn't do it, I tell you,
I didn't do it.

It's no use, Horner, the men at the hotel
gave a very good description of you.

I didn't do it, I tell you,

let me go, will you,
I didn't do it.

Mr. Holmes?

Mr. Peterson, the
commissionaire from Upasit...

Oh, please... Go away.

I'm sorry to disturb you,
Mr. Holmes.

Peterson,

put down your goose,

and your, your hat.

It's a fine purchase,

I myself favor a goose
for Christmas dinner.

Well, that's part of the problem,
Mr. Holmes,

the bird is not mine.
You might say, I come by it.

"For Mrs. Henry Baker,"
and obviously, not your hat.

No, sir. Well, there were
peculiar circumstances,

and I didn't know what
to do for the best.

It hardly seemed a matter
for the police.

So I talked to the wife about it,

and she suggested
I come and see you.

The wise Mrs. Peterson.
Sit down, my dear fellow,

and describe these peculiar
circumstances to me.

Well, sir, it was like this.

Last night I was on my way home
from a little, uh, celebration.

Well, at this time of the year
some of us commissionaires meet to...

To wish each other
the season's greetings.

Exactly.

The season's greetings.

Oh, you're a top, sir.

Your good health, sir.

Well, as I was saying,
I was on my way home

when I came across what you
would only describe as a "fracas".

Oy,

what's happening?

Blimey, it's a copper.
Get out of here.

Get out of here.

I'm trying to help you, man.

Well, the roughs ran off in one direction,
and the drunk fellow ran off in the other.

I tried to stop him,
but he no doubt thought.

I was a constable about to apprehend
him for the breaking of the window.

And so you left with the spoils of victory
in the shape of that battered hat,

and a most unimpeachable
Christmas goose.

Both of which I would willingly

have returned to their
rightful owners, Mr. Holmes.

But the truth is, I didn't know how.

My dear Peterson,
I do see your problem.

Anyway, as I say,

I discussed the matter with the good lady,
and we decided that I would bring both

the goose and the hat
to you, Mr. Holmes,

seeing as how even the slightest
of problems is of interest to you

in your particular line
of occupation.

I hope you don't think I'm
wasting your time, Mr. Holmes.

Not in the least.

Now then, Commissionaire.
Have you purchased your own bird?

No, not yet.

Then I suggest that you carry
off this goose so that it

may fulfill its ultimate destiny,

while I retain the battered
hat of the unknown gentleman

who has lost his Christmas dinner.

Well, if you think I should, Mr. Holmes.

I do, indeed.

For there are signs,
in spite of the frost,

that this bird should be prepared
without unnecessary delay.

Well, if that's all right, Mr. Holmes.

I will of course, keep you in touch
with the developments.

Very good, sir.

Oh, uh, may I wish you
the complements of the season.

And to you and your good wife.

But you still haven't found the jewel.

Not yet, no, milady,
but we do have the man, Horner.

Or have a clue as to its whereabouts.

And I think we may assume that

he had one accomplice, if not more.

Well, what of that?

Contrary to popular fiction, milady,

there is very little honor
amongst thieves,

and even less
with the right inducement.

Inducement, do you mean a reward?

Uh, yes.

Why should I offer a reward?

In my experience,
and it is considerable,

I have found that
the offer of a reward

would very soon set the greedy
cat amongst the criminal pigeon

Well?

I should be very surprised
if I did not gain a result within 24 hours.

How much?

Holmes?

Oh, you're up.

The Countess of Morcar
is offering a thousand pounds

for the return of the blue carbuncle.

Inspector Bradstreet of B Division
is in charge of the case,

and has arrested Mr. John Horner,
a plumber, age 36,

who protested his innocence
in the strongest terms.

Circumstantial evidence
was so strong that the case

has been referred
to the Assizes.

Horner, who showed signs
of intense emotion

during the proceedings,
faded away at the conclusion

and was carried
from the court.

Oh, excuse me,
you are engaged.

I am interrupting your
study of that hat.

No, no, no, the matter
is a perfectly trivial one.

But there are points
in connection with it

which are not devoid
of interest,

even of instruction.

I suppose that homely
as it looks,

that thing has some deadly
story linked to it

that is the clue which will guide
you in the solution of some mystery

and the punishment
of some crime.

No, no, no, no,

it is just one of those
whimsical little instance

that will occur when you
have four million people

jostling each other within the
space of a few square miles.

So, what do you gather
from that battered old felt?

You know my methods.

What do you yourself
gather as to the individuality

of the man who has worn
this particular article?

It was accompanied
by a goose, Watson.

"For Mrs. Henry Baker,"
was printed upon a small card

attached to the bird's left leg.

Well, apart from
the initials inside, HB,

presumably Henry Baker...

I can see nothing.

On the contrary, Watson,
you can see everything,

but you fail to reason
for what you see.

You are too timid in drawing
your inferences.

Then, pray,

tell me what it is that you
can infer from that hat?

That the man is highly intellectual
is, of course, obvious.

And also that he was
fairly well-to-do

within the past three years,

although now he has
fallen upon evil days.

He had foresight,
but less now than formerly,

pointing to a moral
retrogression,

which, when taken with the
decline of his fortunes,

seems to indicate an evil
influence, probably drink.

This may account also for the fact
that his wife has ceased to love him.

My dear, Holmes.

He has, however, retained
some degree of self-respect,

and now he leads
a sedentary life,

is out of training entirely.

He's middle-aged,
has grizzled hair

which he has had cut within
the last few days,

and which he anoints
with lime-cream.

It is also highly improbable that
he has gas laid on in his house.

Well, now you are
certainly joking.

Not in the least.

Well, I have no doubt
that I am very stupid.

For example, how do you deduce
that the man is intellectual?

It is a question
of cubic capacity.

A man with so large a head
must have something in it.

Well, the decline
in his fortunes, then?

These flat brims with the curled edges
came in three years ago.

It is a hat of the very
best quality, Watson.

Look at the band of ribbed
silk and the excellent lining.

If this man could afford
so expensive a hat

three years ago,
and has had no hat since.

Then he has assuredly
gone down in the world.

What about the foresight
and the moral retrogression?

Ah, here is the foresight,

these securers are
never sold upon hats.

If this man ordered one,

it is a sign of a certain
amount of foresight,

since he went out of his way
to take precaution against the wind.

But as you see that he
has broken the elastic

and has not troubled
to replace it,

a weakening nature.

The further points,
that he is middle-aged,

that his hair is grizzled,
that it has been cut recently.

And that he anoints it with lime-cream,
can all to be gathered by an inspection

of the lower part
of the lining, Watson.

Witness the moisture,
obviously a free perspirer,

therefore, not
in the best of training

But his, his wife,

you said she had
ceased to love him.

This hat has not been
brushed for weeks.

When I see a man

with a week's accumulation
of dust upon his hat,

and his wife has allowed him
to go out in such a state,

I fear that he has been unfortunate
enough to lose his wife's affections.

He might be a bachelor.

Nay, but he brought a goose
as a peace offering to his wife.

Remember the card
attached to the bird's leg.

Yes, well, you have an answer
to everything.

Just a minute,
just a minute,

how do you deduce that there is
no gas laid on in his house?

One tallow candle stain,
or even two, might come by chance

but when I see, Watson,
no less than five,

he never got candle
stains from a gas jet, Watson.

Are you satisfied?

Well, it's all very ingenious.

Mr. Holmes, the goose,
the goose, Mr. Holmes.

Well, what of it, man,
has it come back to life

and flapped off through
the kitchen window?

No, no sir, no sir,
but see,

see what the wife
found in its crop.

By Jove, Peterson,

this is a treasure-trove indeed.
You know what you've got?

A diamond, a precious stone.
It cuts glass like it was putty.

It is more than a precious stone.

It is the precious stone.

The Hotel Cosmopolitan robbery.
The blue carbuncle.

The blue carbuncle, indeed.

It is absolutely unique,
its value can only be conjectured.

And your reward, Peterson,

of 1000 pounds is not within
a twentieth of its market price.

A thousand pounds, oh,
Lord have mercy.

You must admit, Watson,

that my deductions in
regard to this hat

have suddenly assumed
a more important aspect.

Yes, point taken, Holmes.

Now, the question for us
now to solve is to trace

the sequence of events from a
rifled jewel case at one end,

to the crop
of a goose at the other.

There is the stone.
The stone came from the goose,

the goose came from
Mr. Henry Baker,

the gentleman with the shabby hat
and all the other characteristics.

So, now, we must set
ourselves very seriously

to finding this gentleman,

and to ascertaining what part
he had to play in this little mystery.

"Found at the corner of Goodge Street,
a goose and a black felt hat."

"Mr. Henry Baker can have same by
applying at 6:30 this evening"

"at 221 B, Baker Street",
clear and concise.

Yes, very, but will he see it?

Well, I'm sure he will keep
an eye on the evening papers,

for the poor man,
the loss was a heavy one.

Oh, Peterson, uh, just nip down
to the advertising agency

and have this put in
all the evening papers.

Which, one, sir?

The Globe, Star, Pall Mall,
St. James's Bissett, Echo,

Evening News, Standard, and all
the others that may occur to you,

Right away, sir.

And the stone?

I shall keep the stone.
Thank you, Peterson.

Oh, and Peterson,

uh, would you pick up
a goose on your way back?

Give him the money,
will you, Watson.

We must have something
to give Mr. Henry Baker

to take the place of the one which
your family will very soon be devouring.

Oh, thank you, sir.

A thousand pounds?

A thousand pounds.

A thousand pounds,
a thousand pounds.

What, uh, will you
do with the stone?

I shall keep it

in my museum.

Well, Horner,

Her Ladyship is not
at all pleased with me.

You might be under lock and key,
but she'd rather her blue carbuncle was.

Never took it Inspector...

Well-

Tell me what you did
with it, and, uh,

I'll put in a good word at your trial.
But, if you don't...

I've been on the straight for years
ever since I married Jenny.

If you don't,

and when the judge hears
about your previous conviction,

you might never see your
pretty wife again.

I've got you, Horner,
but I need that jewel.

It's a bonny thing,

just see how it
glints and sparkles.

Of course, it is a nucleus
and focus of crime,

every good stone is.
They are the devil's pet baits.

In the larger and older jewels every
facet may stand for a bloody deed.

It was found in the banks of the
Amoy River in southern China,

and is remarkable in having
every characteristic of the carbuncle,

save that it is blue
instead of ruby red.

This stone is not yet
twenty years old.

In spite of its youth,
it already has a sinister history.

There have been two murders,
a vitriol-throwing, a suicide,

and several robberies brought
about for the sake of this

forty-grain weight
of crystallized charcoal.

Who would think that
so pretty a toy

could be a purveyor
to the gallows and the prison?

Come in.

Mr. Henry Baker, I believe?

Please, draw near the fire.

It is a cold night and I observe
that your circulation

is more adapted for summer
than for winter. Do sit down.

This is my friend and colleague,
Dr. Watson.

How do you do, sir?

Mr. Baker...

is that your hat?

Oh, yes,

Oh, it is undoubtedly my hat.

Thank you, sir.

I would have advertised
its loss but shillings

have not been so plentiful
with me as they once were.

I had no doubt that
the gang of roughs

who assaulted me had carried
off both my hat and the bird.

I did not care to
spend more money

in a hopeless attempt
at recovering them.

Yes, well, of course,
that is very understandable.

Oh, by the way, about your bird,

we were compelled to eat it.

To eat it...

It would have been of little use
to anyone had we not done so.

But we have another goose
upon the sideboard there,

which I presume will answer
your purpose equally well.

It is about the same weight,
and perfectly fresh as you can see.

Oh, yes, most certainly.

Of course, we have kept
the feathers, legs, crop,

and so on of your own
bird, if you so wish.

It might be useful to me as relics
of my adventure,

but beyond that I can hardly see

what use the disjecta membra
of my old acquaintance

could possibly be to me.

Oh, no, sir, with your permission
I... I shall confine my attentions

to the excellent bird which
I perceive upon your sideboard.

I would be interested to know
where the other bird came from.

You see, I am somewhat
of a fowl fancier,

and I have seldom seen
a better grown bird.

It would be of great
interest to me to know

precisely how it came
into your possession.

It was the club, sir,
the goose club.

The goose club,
the exact circumstances?

I... I am not a rich man,

as you may see, sir,
but I make a humble living

and a respectable one, if I may
say so, in the British Museum.

Studying?

Studying, you might say.

And helping others with their studies.
I... I have a certain knowledge of books.

That day, sir, I had
finished work early

and left the museum
in the afternoon.

I had a little
business to attend to

before calling in at
the Alpha Public House.

Several of us who
work in the museum

frequent that establishment.
And this year our good host,

Mr. Windigate,
had instigated a goose club

by which, on consideration of
some few pence each week,

we were to receive a bird
at Christmas.

There we are, Mr. Baker,
a very fine bird, as promised.

Magnificent specimen,
indeed, landlord, eh.

Put you back in the wife's
good books, eh?

She is still somewhat
irked with me, I'm afraid.

Things may doubtless
improve when I am

once more in gainful employment.

Oh, an academic nature,
of course.

I have expectations.

Well, I owe you one last
payment of eight pennies, eh.

Struck it rich, have we, Mr. B?

I chanced upon
an acquaintance

of sympathetic disposition,
I, that is to say,

I sold some of my books.

Oh, not your books. Mr. Baker.

Needs must, Mr. Windigate,

and at this season of
the year more than ever,

we must not deprive those we love,

or even those to whom
we are married.

And so, if you will set aside
this impressive peace offering,

I shall fortify myself for the fray
with a large glass of whiskey.

And a pint of your
most excellent beer.

Merry Christmas to you.

Same to you, Mr. Baker.

Here we are, dear.

Come on, inside. Come in.

Well, sir, on my way home

I was attacked by
the gang of roughs,

who I believed had
stolen the goose.

My hat came off
in the scuffle.

I... I remember little of it,

save that a uniformed officer appeared
on the scene and we all made off.

Yes, of course,
we quite understand.

In the circumstances.
Well, all is well that ends well.

I am most indebted to you,
sir, for your trouble.

A Scottish bonnet, I fear, is fitted
neither to my years nor to my dignity.

My complements of the
season to you, sir.

And to you too, sir.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Oh, uh, by the way.

Do you have gas laid
on in your house?

Gas, alas, no.

Jolly good. Merry Christmas.

And to you both, gentlemen.

Well then, so much
for Mr. Henry Baker.

He obviously knows
nothing of the matter.

Ah, Mrs. Hudson.

Watson, do you
need nourishment?

Not particularly.

Splendid. Mrs. Hudson, we shall
turn dinner into supper,

and we will follow up
this clue while it is still hot.

Which is more than
the supper will be.

Good evening, gentlemen,
and a very cold one.

It is, indeed, landlord,
it is indeed.

And what shall be
your pleasure?

Beer, Watson?

What? Oh, yes, splendid.

Two of your very best
glasses of beer.

Right away, sir.

Your beer should be excellent
if it is as good as your geese.

What geese?

Yes. We were talking,
um, half an hour ago

to a Mr. Henry Baker, a member
of your goose club.

Yes, but you see,
them's not our geese.

Whose, then?

Well, I got the whole two dozen
from a salesman in Covent Garden.

Who might that be?

Name of Breckinridge,
a purveyor of the finest quality.

Mind you, if it's a bird you're after,
I'd get to him as soon as poss.

Oh, it's a very busy time of year.
As you'll appreciate.

Well, thank you so much
for your advice.

Will you have a glass
of beer with us, landlord?

Well, God bless you
for a gentleman.

Now, for Mr. Breckinridge.

Can't it wait?

Watson, we have been given
a line of investigation

which has been missed
by the police,

and which a singular chance
has placed in our hands.

Now, let us follow it
out to the bitter end.

Extremely bitter.

Faces to the south, then,
and quick, march.

Please.

I want to believe you, John,

I do, really,

but I can't argue
with what the police is saying.

But they're only saying that
cause I was there on the day.

It was an odd job.

Is that really the truth?

I promised when I married you,
I'd never tell you a lie.

I kept my promise,

always will.

I want to believe you.

Uh, good evening.

Good evening.

Sold out of geese, I see.

Yeah, I'll have five hundred
in the morning.

Too late, I think.

See the stall over there
with the gas fire, try him.

Yes, but I was recommended to you.

Oh, who by?

The landlord of
the Alpha Public House.

Oh, yeah,
he had a couple of dozen off me.

Very good geese, too.

Where, may I ask,
did you get them?

Here then, mister,
what exactly are you driving at?

Come on, let's have
it straight, now.

It's straight enough

I simply want to know who sold you
the geese that you supplied to the Alpha.

Well then, I'm not gonna
tell you, so now.

It really is of no matter,

but I fail to see why you should
get so warm over a trifle.

Warm, you'd be as warm if you
were as pestered as I am.

When I pay good money for a good
article that should be an end of it

but it's where are the geese,
who have you sold them to,

how much will you take for them?

You would think those were
the only geese in the world,

the amount of fuss
that's made over them.

Well, I can assure you
that I have no connection

with anybody else
who's made inquiries.

Inquiries, it's more like the
inquisition. I'm not telling you.

Ah, well then,
the bet is off.

What bet?

Well, I'm always ready to back
my opinion on the matter of fowls,

and I have a fiver
with my friend here

that the bird that I chose
is country bred, right, Watson?

What?

Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes,
absolutely.

Ah, you've lost your money
then, cause it's town bred.

It is nothing of the kind.

I say it is.

I don't believe you.

Come on, pay up, Holmes.

What, do you think
I wouldn't know,

me, who's been handling fowl
since I was a nipper?

I'll tell you, all the birds that
went to the Alpha were town bred.

You'll never make me
believe that.

Come on, come on,
do the decent, Holmes.

Will you have a bet, then?

I'll be just taking your money, but
I'll have a sovereign with you,

just to teach you
not to be obstinate.

Done.

Right.

Now then, Mr. Cocksure,
you see these here books here,

this is a list of all
the folk what I buy off.

Now, on this page is
all me country folk,

and these on this side in red
ink are all me town suppliers.

Now you read out that
third name down to me.

Mrs. Oakshott,
117 Brixton Road.

Yeah, account number 249. Go on,
then, turn it up in the ledger.

Mrs. Oakshott,
egg and poultry supplier?

Now, what's the last entry?

Twenty-four geese
at seven and six pence.

Sold to Mr. Windigate
of the Alpha Public House.

So, what are you
gonna say now?

What about this
gentleman's fiver?

Well done, Holmes.

Shall we see this
Mrs. Oakshott tonight?

Oh, no, not you again,
I've had enough of you.

Listen, I've told you before,
clear off.

But the thing is, there
were two gray-headed geese.

Now, listen, I've had enough
of you and those geese.

I wish you was all
at the devil together.

If you come pestering me
any more with your silly talk,

I'll set the dog on you.

Now, look here,
Mrs. Oakshott told me...

You bring Mrs. Oakshott here,
and I'll answer her,

but what have you got
to do with it, eh?

Did I buy the geese off you?

No, but one of them
was mine all the same.

Well, you go and ask
Mrs. Oakshott for it.

She told me to ask you.

You can ask the King of Prusia, for
all I care. I've had enough of this.

Go on, get out of it.

This may save us
a trip to Brixton.

Excuse me,

but I could not help overhearing
the conversation

you had just now
with that salesman.

I think I can be of assistance
to you in this matter.

Yea, who are you?

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

It is my business to know
what other people don't know.

But you could know
nothing of this.

On the contrary,
I know everything of it.

I know that you are trying to find out
the whereabouts of some geese

sold by Mrs. Oakshott,
of Brixton Road,

to our friend, Mr. Breckinridge,
over there.

Who in turn, sold them to Mr. Windigate,
of the Alpha Public House.

Sir, you're the very man
I have longed to meet.

I can hardly explain to you
my interest in the matter.

Then I suggest that we carry on this
conversation in rather more comfort.

Cab.

Come in, take my chair.

I will just put
on my slippers.

I think we should know
the name of the gentleman

whom we have the pleasure
of assisting, don't you, Watson?

John Robinson.

Oh, no, no, no, no,
your real name.

It is so awkward doing
business with an alias.

Well then, uh, my real name is
Ryder, James Ryder.

Yes, Mr. Ryder, upper attendant
at the Hotel Cosmopolitan.

Yes.

And I suppose you would like to
know what happened to these geese,

or, rather, one goose,
in particular,

white, with a gray head?

Oh, sir, can you tell me
where it went to?

It came here.

Here?

Sadly, it is no longer here.

But it laid an egg after
it was dead-

the bonniest, brightest little
blue egg you have ever seen.

Come,

come, I have it.

The game is up, Ryder.

Bear up, man, you'll
be in the fire.

And what a wretched little
shrimp it is, to be sure,

there's enough blood
in him for felony.

I have almost every link
in the chain, Ryder,

you need tell me very little.

Catherine Cusack
put me up to it.

Her Ladyship's maid.

Exactly.

You knew from local
gossip that Horner

had been concerned in some
such matter before.

So what did you do,

you made some small job
in milady's room,

you and your confederate Cusack.

You then managed that
Horner should be sent for.

But you, you stole the jewel,

then you raised the alarm and
had this unfortunate man arrested.

For God's sake,
Mr. Holmes, have mercy.

Think of my father, think of my
mother, it would break their hearts.

I mean, I never went wrong before, I
never will again. I swear it on a Bible.

Oh, don't... don't bring
me to court, Mr. Holmes.

For God's sake,
don't do that to me.

Get back into your chair.

It is very well
to cringe and crawl now,

but you thought little
of the man that you sent

to the dock for a crime
of which he knew nothing.

I'll fly, Mr. Holmes.
I'll leave the country.

Then the charge against him
will break down.

We'll talk about that later.
Now tell me,

how came the stone
into the goose.

And how came the goose
into the open market?

Tell me the truth, now, for
that is your only hope of safety.

I'll tell it to you
just as it happened.

I thought it was best to get away
with the stone as quick as I could

for I didn't know at what moment
the police might not take it

into their heads
to search me and my room.

There was nowhere in the hotel
where it would be safe.

So, I went out,
as if on some commission,

and made for my sister's
house to think things over.

Why, Jim, whatever is it,
you look terrible.

I had a bit of a turn, Maggie.
There's been a robbery at the hotel.

You'd better come in.

I went into the back yard
where she kept the geese.

Smoked a pipe, and wondered
what it would be best to do.

I remember that my stomach
wasn't gonna stop

feeling like a bag of ferrets

till I found somewhere
to hide the stone for a while.

When suddenly,
I looked at the geese,

which was hissing and huddling
in the corner of the yard.

My sister had told me that
I might have the pick of her geese

for a Christmas present.

I picked out one of the birds,

a fine thick one with a gray head.

I pushed the stone down its throat
as far as my finger could reach.

Then I thought all my
troubles was over, when...

Whatever are you doing
with that bird, Jim?

Uh, you said I could have
one for Christmas,

so I was just feeling
which is the fattest.

We already set yours aside...
Jim's bird, we call it.

Uh, if it's
all the same to you, Maggie,

I'd rather have that
one I was handling just now.

Well, that one is a good
three pounds heavier,

we fattened it up expressly.

Never mind. I'll take the other,
and I'll take it now.

Just as you like.
Which one is it?

It's that gray-headed one
in the middle.

Oh, very well.

Kill it and take it with you.

I did what she said,
Mr. Holmes,

and I carried the bird to
my pal, we got a knife,

and we opened it up,
my heart turned to water.

There was no sign
of the stone,

and I knew some terrible
mistake must have occurred.

Where have they all gone?

To the dealer's.

Which dealer's?

Breckinridge, of Covent Garden.

Tell me, just tell me.

Was there another one
which had a gray head?

That's right, two,

I could never tell them apart,
I couldn't.

Well, what's the matter,
what's all the hurry?

I ran as hard as my feet would
carry me to this man Breckinridge

but he had sold the lot,
and not one word

would he tell me
as to where they had gone.

I've, I've gone mad.

And now I'm a branded thief

without ever having
touched the wealth

for which I've sold
my character.

God help me.

Get out.

What?

Heavens, bless you, sir.

No more words.

Get out.

I must confess, Holmes, to
being a little surprised.

I am not retained by the police
to supply their deficiencies.

Maybe I am committing a felony,
but I may be saving a soul.

Send him to jail now, you
make him a jailbird for life.

Listen, after all, it is the
season for forgiveness, come.

Midnight.

Merry Christmas, Holmes.

And to you, my dear friend.

Just a minute.

Holmes, I cannot contemplate eating
while John Horner is still on remand.

Do you suppose that Bradstreet
or one of his colleagues

might still be at their desks?

He will.

You're quite right, Watson,
come, let's go.