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But we need four to play.

But I don't feel like playing anymore.

Why aren't you playing, Robbie?

Look! There's something floating out there.

Oh, goody-goody! Let's throw stones at it!

This is more fun that playing ball.

What do you suppose it is?

I bet my aim's better than yours.

I got the best aim in my class.

But you're littler than we are.

I wanna try too!

Hey, mister, look at that!

Fish it out! - It's a huge fish.

It sure is!

That's a funny-looking fish.

- A dead man. - It's a dead man.

Wait here.

Ow! Why don't you watch where you're going?

Sorry, governor.

No harm. Go along.

Did Mr. Holmes tell you when he'd be coming back, doctor?

Well, I expect he'll be back

about nine o'clock, Mrs. Hudson.

It's just striking nine now, Dr. Watson.

I've a beautiful roast beef in the oven

and I don't want it to burn.

Well, I'm sure it'll be delicious

whatever time you have it, Mrs. Hudson.

I'm worried about Mr. Holmes.

I fear he is gravely neglecting his health.

Yes, oh, I quite agree.

He keeps working so very hard and he eats next to nothing.

Maybe it would be wise for him to see a doctor.

Oh, I think he's had enough of doctors

with me as his fellow lodger.

A doctor like you deserves more obedient patients.

A housekeeper like you, Mrs. Hudson,

deserves masters who can appreciate her cooking.

Fortunately, sir, you appreciate it, don't you?

I certainly do, if that's any consolation to you.

Help! Help!

What was that?

Help!

Help!

- Oh, my goodness. - Give me a hand.

Oh, but, Mr. Holmes has orders

that nobody should come in the house in his absence.

I can't help that. Get some water.

Now, now, where's my bag?

It's down in your car.

Oh, so it is.

Where is he?

In the bathroom in the bedroom.

Good evening, Watson.

Holmes!

Oh. Oh, you scared me half out of my wits, Mr. Holmes.

I thought I made it entirely clear

that under no circumstances whatsoever was anybody

to be allowed in here without my expressed permission.

But you looked as though you were dying.

There'll be no exceptions made, Watson.

Oh, good heavens, my roast!

Now where's the shipping column?

Shipping column?

- Mm-hm. - Now what are you doing?

I'm looking for the liner movements.

The liner movements?

Huh.

Ah, here we are.

Thaysia. Just docked.

Karachi, Suez, benghazi.

What comes from benghazi, Watson?

Arabs.

There were no arabs on board.

Oh.

A new case, Holmes?

An old friend of ours has been going to the docks recently

and waiting about for all the ships coming from benghazi.

Oh. An old friend?

Who?

Moriarty.

And I intend to find out why.

But, Holmes, we all know

that moriarty is the greatest criminal in the country.

Why don't the police do something about him?

Take care, Watson, if it should ever come

to the professor's ear that you called him a criminal,

you may very well find yourself sued for slander.

Oh, but we know-

- knowing and proving something are two

very different matters, Watson, as I need hardly remind you.

It's my duty to bring him to justice.

But how do you propose to do that?

With the help of the times.

Everything I could possibly require to know is in the times.

It is the best informed

and most reliable newspaper in the world.

Oh, yes.

The most reliable.

Now, Watson, what is the purpose of the times?

Why, to supply information.

Exactly.

Also, to advertise.

That's why the advertisements are on the front page.

None of this nonsense about sensational headlines

to whet the readers' appetites.

And then after the advertisements,

what is the next most important thing?

Oh, the sports page.

Brilliant, Watson.

The weather, the arts, the news, shipping news,

and finally, yes, finally, politics.

The times is also the least obvious

and most efficient weapon that a man could possibly have.

Now, pick up that dagger.

- The dagger? - Yes, go on, pick it up.

All right, and now what am I supposed to do?

Try and hit me.

Hit you?

Holmes, you feeling yourself today?

Oh, come along, Watson, there's nothing to worry about.

You won't hurt me. Come along.

No, I can't, really, really.

Very well, then. Try it from over there.

Now, here. Come on!

Nothing to worry about, old man.

No, I'll tear your dressing gown, you know.

Watson, for the last time, here.

En garde.

All right, if you insist.

Help!

Don't move, Watson.

Help me.

You'd better keep the dinner warm, Mrs. Hudson.

Watson, get the morphine. Quick.

Mrs. Hudson, be good enough to telephone Scotland yard

as quickly as you can.

Ask for inspector Cooper

and tell him I want him here immediately.

Of course, Mr. Holmes.

Immediately.

Jenkins, who did this?

Who did this to you?

Hair.

Hair?

This time, you're going too far, Mr. Holmes.

How am I going too far, inspector?

I find a man stabbed to death on my doorstep,

so quite naturally I sent for you.

Oh, we know all about this Jenkins.

He's served at least 12 sentences in prison.

I have no sympathy with informers.

He may not have been a particularly respectable member

of the community, inspector,

but he was of considerable help to us.

And I trusted him.

Indeed. I'm sure you did, Holmes.

But what's particularly interesting is

that your private investigation has now been fatal to him.

That's a very serious accusation.

Are you by any chance proposing to arrest me

on a charge of murder?

Scotland yard has often requested your help,

as you know, Mr. Holmes, however, this time,

no request has been made.

Under no circumstances can we sanction

your undertaking private investigations

without having received official authorization.

I'm not employed by Scotland yard, inspector,

I'm a private citizen.

I do what I believe to be right,

and I'm prepared to accept all responsibility for it.

This country has a police force

and a legal system for its citizens' protection,

and nobody has the right to take the law

into his own hands, Holmes.

L, on the other hand, do my very best

to prevent it before it takes place.

Hm. You just proved how capable you are.

We're fighting a war with moriarty,

and I propose to continue it,

with or without the sanction of Scotland yard.

We would be more than pleased to cooperate, Holmes,

if you would only inform us of your activities.

That's precisely what I'm doing.

Professor moriarty must be brought to justice.

Here we go again, Holmes, huh?

You know, the last time you lectured me

about that professor of yours,

I finally decided I ought to pay him a personal visit.

We had a most interesting conversation.

About his criminal activities?

No. About archeology.

Uh-huh, so you're an archeologist too?

Mm, I confess I didn't understand a word,

but the professor's an excellent lecturer.

Have you been in his house?

Yes.

It's extraordinary.

Magnificent things in it.

Do you ever stop to ask yourself

how he can afford all that,

on the salary of a university professor?

Mm, he comes from a wealthy family.

The professor's brother is a station master

in the west country.

When he himself came to London,

he didn't have a penny in his pocket,

and yet he manages to spend at least 10,000 pounds a year.

Where do you suppose it comes from, inspector?

From forgery, robbery, and burglary?

And murder. And I intend to prove it.

I think it might interest you to learn

that professor moriarty happens to be

on the list this year of those to be knighted.

Would you accuse sir James moriarty of murder, Mr. Holmes?

It would give me the very greatest pleasure, inspector,

to see the knight hanged.

Take my warning, Holmes,

you do not stand for the law, we do.

You're welcome to do so, inspector. Good day.

Good day.

Cooper isn't really a bad detective, Watson,

just lacks imagination.

Why do you suppose Jenkins was killed

while he was coming here?

He was bringing me some information.

It must have been pretty important information

if somebody was prepared to kill him over it.

It was.

He tried to tell me something before he died.

Ah, yes.

His last word was "hair," wasn't it?

Yes, it was.

And then he did something strange with his hands.

I've got it.

Watson, come around here.

Pick up the lamp, turn it round

so that the light shines on my hands.

That's it.

Now look at the wall.

Look at the shadow.

What's that make you think of?

- A bird. - Go on.

What kind of a bird?

- Well, a pretty large bird. - You're getting warm.

- An eagle? - That's it.

A hare and an eagle.

A hare and an eagle.

And what does that remind you of, Watson?

A public house.

Brilliant, my dear fellow.

Positively brilliant.

George, when does your ship leave again?

Let's sit here, Watson.

What are we supposed to do now that we're here?

Patience, Watson. Patience.

Well, I suppose we can have a drink or something.

Oh, yes. Very well.

Yes, gentlemen?

Two half pints of bitter, please.

Well, I wonder why Jenkins sent us here.

That's what we're here to find out, my boy.

Strange atmosphere in this place, you know?

- Mm. - Two half pints of bitter.

Now those men over there, those sailors from the thaysia,

if I remember correctly,

our professor is more than interested in the thaysia.

Oh, you mean the ship from benghazi.

Precisely.

Which room are they in?

Number four.

You stay here, Watson.

Wait a minute.

I say.

Well, then he said he had to bring his mother along too.

And after all...

Well, hello there, sweetheart.

Hello.

How about a little drink?

- Do I know you? - No, handsome, not yet,

but we can fix that in a hurry.

Yes, I'm quite sure.

What'll you drink?

I'm partial to champagne.

It puts me in the mood.

You have what you wish.

Yes, order anything you wish.

You know, handsome, you're a real gent.

I absolutely adore men who are shy, especially at your age.

Oh, I'm a married man.

Oh?

All of the real men are already married, deary,

the ones who aren't are always the ones

that nobody wants around.

Champagne.

Champagne.

And you always drink champagne?

My mother started giving it to me in my bottle.

Oh, your mother must have been a very lively lady.

I feel like confiding in you.

Hmm?

My mother's in the hospital.

Aww.

They tell me she needs

an operation.

Maybe you can help me?

- Certainly, I could. - You really mean it?

- Of course. - Oh.

I'm a doctor.

- Oh. - I'll operate on her,

for nothing.

And I'll cut you up too, if you like.

My goodness, you're a doctor.

What are you doing in here?

- Me? - Mm-hm.

I am a spy.

I watch people and I follow people.

And I listen at keyholes.

Shh.

Come along, Watson. Come along.

Oh, hello.

I was just...

Where are we going?

We're going to listen at a chimney.

What did you say?

We're going to listen at a chimney.

Quite logical, surely?

Oh, yes, yes. Yes, of course.

We're going to listen at a chimney.

Shh.

I hope you're satisfied with your room, Samuels.

Yes, it's quite comfortable.

In comparison to the one I spent

the last six years in, that is.

I've been waiting for you for a week.

If I'd had my way, I would have come back to London

over six years ago, professor.

It's no fun being cooped up in prison in Egypt.

It was pure misery.

They were six long years.

From morning till night, they keep you working

on road construction, in the sweltering heat.

Where is Harrison?

Dead, professor.

Ah, but wasn't he on the thaysia?

Naturally.

One evening, he tried to push me overboard,

but he slipped on the deck and fell overboard himself.

You must have given him a little assistance?

Yes, of course.

After all, I was only defending myself.

It was my life or his.

He's no loss.

Let the fish have him.

Well, well, poor old Harrison.

Mm.

Samuels, I've located the man we're looking for.

The man we're looking for?!

Where is he?!

Now just one moment.

First, we have things to discuss.

Oh, George, stop.

Oh, no, no.

It's supposed to, sweetheart.

- Oh, I say. - Don't you think you're being

just a little unreasonable, professor?

Without me, the deal wouldn't exist.

I wouldn't be too sure about that.

Besides, I'm going to do all the dirty work.

I have worked out all the details.

It will be a very simple job.

It may be a simple job,

but only I can do it, professor!

Those are my terms, Samuels.

Take them or leave them.

60% for you.

Not bad, professor, when you consider

what the Cleopatra necklace is going to bring.

I think you're forgetting what it cost me

to arrange for your release from that chain gang.

The price I've paid were those six years.

I suppose I have no choice.

All right, what are the plans?

We must get rid of blackburn first

and then you do your job.

Have you any idea what you're asking?

Where is blackburn?

In a house outside of London.

It's not far from-

- oh... shh.

Shh!

Shh.

All right, Watson, you had your little joke.

Now come along.

There was somebody listening.

The police?

I doubt it.

Well, Holmes, never take a clumsy,

old doctor along with you.

I got all the information I require, Watson.

Blackburn, thaysia.

Well, up to now, there's been one murder.

No, two.

One of the sailors on board the thaysia was stabbed to death

and thrown overboard.

How do you know that?

Don't you ever read the times, Watson?

I've often advised you to do so

when you want to know anything.

Moriarty was after a man named blackburn

who lives in the country.

He sent for two men from Africa,

and one of them killed the other one.

The question is, what is he after?

Well, hadn't we better turn the whole case

over to Scotland yard?

What case?

The Jenkins case, they know all about that one.

The blackburn case, which hasn't even happened yet.

And the moriarty case, which they refuse to believe.

Let's go.

Where are we going?

To the offices of the times.

Here's your breakfast.

Oh, sorry, Mrs. Hudson, but we'll be back for lunch.

Thank you.

Just what are you looking for?

We have to find out when moriarty was in Egypt, Watson.

Ah.

Oh, miss.

Would you please bring me volume 105?

One moment. I'll get it.

Thank you.

We shall soon know.

Holmes, couldn't you be just a little less mysterious?

You know my methods, Watson.

- Here you are. - Thank you.

August.

September.

Now then.

Ah, this is it.

Here we are.

Here.

Uh-uh.

"Discovery of Cleopatra's tomb,

world experts in consultation."

In El faiyum, a group of english

and Egyptian archeologists have discovered

a tomb containing treasure.

The tomb is believed to be that of Cleopatra.

Professor moriarty, eminent english archeologist...

Et cetera, et cetera.

Yes, go on. Well, go on, Holmes.

Just a moment, Watson.

Aha.

"Thefts of priceless treasure."

Following the reported theft

of priceless treasures from the tomb,

two english engineers named Harrison

and Samuels have been arrested.

A third, Peter blackburn, has disappeared at the same time

as a casket of gold and precious stones containing

a golden necklace which belonged to Cleopatra herself.

Watson, we have to prevent another murder.

Holmes, I just don't know what you're talking about.

There isn't a moment to be lost, man.

Where are we going now?

To a delightful little Hertfordshire village

by the name of barnett.

A Hertfordshire village?

It's Peter's gun.

He's hunting again.

He should be stopped.

If we don't stop him, we're letting @a madman run wild.

He's as sane as we are.

Then why doesn't he call the police

if his life's threatened?

Threatened by whom?

Why doesn't he tell us?

I've no idea.

Why don't you let me take you away?

He's my husband.

I can't just run away as if I were free.

No, but there's another way out.

You don't owe Peter anything.

His fears have killed his love for you.

And, besides, he's dangerous.

I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to you.

What are we to do?

He got away.

Peter, why don't you confide in us?

You've got to tell us what you're afraid of.

If you don't, we can't possibly help.

How often must I tell you my life is in danger?

Why won't you or the police believe it?

You're seeing ghosts.

Ghosts?

Ghosts that hide behind bushes and then drive away in cars?

Oh, but we do believe you. We do, Peter.

You need help, Peter, not only from the police.

Ah, yes, you mean a doctor, of course.

Don't think that you're fooling me.

I know exactly what you both would like.

You're trying to find a way to get rid of me.

I can't go on like this any longer.

We seem to be living in a trap.

What and who are you afraid of?

We hide away here in this terrible old house,

but what are we hiding from?

Won't you tell us what you're afraid of once and for all?

How can we help you if you have no confidence

in either of us?

I am your wife, not your enemy.

Don't you trust even me?

No.

I trust nobody on this earth.

Nobody.

It's no use.

What are we to do?

Don't worry, Ellen, leave it to me.

- Goodnight, Emily. - Goodnight.

Goodnight, Emily.

Miss?

Hartley hall is in the locality, I believe?

Yes, sir. It's down the street and straight ahead.

- Uh-huh. - You're not thinking

of buying it, are you?

It's been unsold for quite some time.

We're not buyers.

Mr. blackburn still lives there?

- Yes, sir. - Oh, I wonder if you could

tell us the name of the local police inspector?

Inspector French.

Inspector French?

- That's right. - Would you be good enough

to telephone him?

Tell him Mr. Sherlock Holmes would like

to see him here immediately.

It's a matter of the greatest importance.

Mr. Holmes?

Yes.

You are inspector French?

- That's right. - Ah, delighted to meet you.

How do you do?

Dr. Watson.

Would you care to sit down and join us for a beer?

With pleasure.

Another beer, please, miss.

Straight away!

Now what can I do for you, Mr. Holmes?

Mr. blackburn is a tenant of hartley hall, is he not?

He is.

Am I right in assuming

that he's in constant fear for his life?

As a matter of fact, he's in contact with the police

at least once every month.

Indeed.

In that case, I think we should get up

to hartley hall immediately.

You mean right now?

Right now, inspector.

Hello?

Just a minute.

For you, inspector.

For me? Ah, yes.

Thanks, Emily.

French speaking.

Yes, naturally.

I'll be there right away.

Peter blackburn is dead.

His head is completely shattered.

Shot at close range, don't you know.

We leave everything as we found it

until the police and Scotland yard come.

Inspector Cooper telephoned to say that he'd be right along.

By all means, let us leave everything

to inspector Cooper.

Where were you when Mr. Blackburn met his death?

I was in my room.

I was doing some reading before turning in.

Then I heard a shot, and I ran downstairs.

Was the door open?

- No. - Aha.

The murderer broke in through the French window.

He stuck a bit of flypaper on the pane

so the piece of glass wouldn't make any noise.

It's unquestionably a professional job.

What did you find when you entered the room, Mr. king?

That.

Did you see anyone running away?

- No, I didn't. - Where was Mrs. blackburn?

Up in her room.

I told her to stay there

because I didn't want her to see this.

Do you think he committed suicide?

Well, that pane of glass was pushed in from the outside.

There are traces of blood here.

The murderer must have stepped in it.

Then that leaves no doubt whatsoever.

Mr. blackburn surprised a burglar and was killed.

The culprit then ran away, leaving the murder weapon behind.

Scotland yard will surely make the same deduction.

It's not quite as simple as that, inspector.

Peter was rehanging that picture

over the fireplace yesterday.

That's why the hammer was here.

Why did the intruder leave this ring?

It appears to be of value.

I guess he was frightened and overlooked it.

Where is Mrs. blackburn now?

She's upstairs. She's terribly upset.

Naturally.

No doubt inspector Cooper will take her statement.

But why did the killer take blackburn's wedding ring?

Maybe he didn't wear one.

Oh, that's right.

I can't remember Peter wearing a wedding ring.

No?

Then I suggest we send for the Butler.

Ask the Butler to come here.

Oh, there you are.

Do you recall whether Mr. Blackburn wore his wedding ring

above or below the serpent ring?

Hm? Below the serpent ring, sir.

You're quite sure?

I would swear to it.

We shall see what the inspector makes of that.

Watson, I seem to remember

some very interesting trees in the garden.

I'd rather like to take a closer look at them.

What about you? - Oh, yes.

Yes.

If you're looking for trees, they're right in front of you.

That would be Scotland yard.

Yes.

Inspector Cooper, no doubt.

Don't you want to see him?

No, not yet.

What do you suppose that is?

It looks remarkably like a grave.

A grave?

That's not large enough to bury a dog in.

Be careful, Watson, don't spoil the footprints.

Leave that to the inspector.

What could possibly be buried there?

Clothes.

Very old clothes.

Old clothes?

I say.

He must have tried to defend himself with the hammer.

Precisely, inspector.

Faultless deduction.

Ah, so you knew about this murder too, Mr. Holmes?

Knew? No.

But I suspected that it would occur.

Were you acquainted with the deceased?

I was not.

I heard him mentioned for the first time quite recently.

By whom?

By a distinguished archeologist

whose name is moriarty.

Ah, so you naturally assume that he's the murderer.

I'm afraid it's not quite

as simple as all that, inspector.

The gentleman in question has a perfect alibi.

Professor moriarty, the famous archeologist,

will deliver a lecture on Egyptian antiquities

at eight o'clock tonight, at the pen club.

And blackburn was killed between nine and 10 o'clock.

Correct. So it cannot possibly be moriarty.

The lecture is over at 11.

Well, we know that blackburn was murdered before 11.

Have you any brilliant ideas?

I never deliver a theory, inspector,

without all the facts at my disposal.

Mrs. blackburn, you say that your husband feared

for his life, is that correct?

Do you happen to know whom he feared?

I don't.

May I take the Liberty of asking you a personal question?

Yes.

Were you happily married?

You have no right to ask such a question, inspector.

I was speaking to Mrs. blackburn.

May I have your answer?

I loved my husband.

Where are you going?!

He's run after somebody out there!

I saw him too!

Have Patience, Ellen.

Oh, why didn't Peter confide in us?

Looks as if his ghosts were real after all.

Watson!

You nearly broke my arm.

What's going on?

- Did you catch him? - Watson nearly caught me.

It's ridiculous to search any more in the dark.

Inspector, will you please alert the police

throughout this district, and that of St. albans,

to block all the roads

and put a guard at the railway stations?

Would you please give me your right shoe, Mr. king?

Why?

Your right shoe, Mr. king.

Thank you.

Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Holmes,

that these footprints could have come from this slipper?

Oh, undoubtedly.

The prints lead to the door.

Again, quite correct.

Well, Mr. king?

I must have stepped in it, I guess,

when I went to the door.

Really?

Wasn't it more likely that you took out the pane

of the window from the outside

to make it look like a burglary,

and returned inside to do the murder?

Paul couldn't possibly have done such a crime.

That's what we shall see.

One moment, inspector.

I'll have to ask you please

not to interfere in this, Mr. Holmes.

I merely wish to point out

that the footprints do not stop at the door.

Mr. king's footprints lead to a heap of earth over there.

Ah.

This clothing is perfect evidence.

Mr. king, why did you bury these garments

and to whom do they belong?

Mrs. blackburn, I trust that you can furnish me

the information that Mr. king will not?

Mrs. blackburn had nothing to do with it.

Mrs. blackburn, Mr. king, will you please follow me?

I am forced to take you both to London with me, I'm afraid.

You have indeed reconstructed

the case correctly, inspector.

My compliments on your perspicacity.

And now, perhaps, Mrs. Blackburn will be good enough

to tell you what really happened.

Well, I had just turned

the lights off when...

Where's Peter?

I have no idea.

I'm going down.

I want to come too.

Hurry, we've got things to do.

What is all this?

Ellen, go to your room.

Peter, what happened?

He came up from behind me.

Fortunately, I had a hammer in my hand.

The hammer?

And what are you doing with that gun?

I'll call the police.

No!

But the man is dead.

Who is he?

You must help me.

What do you expect me to do?

First, we must get him undressed.

What do you intend?

Ellen, get out of here, please!

Get out!

Blackburn shot away the man's face

to make the police think it was him.

He then put his serpent ring on the finger,

but was unable get his wedding ring off.

Mr. king then buried the clothes,

which accounts for his footprints.

Peter wanted to be declared dead officially.

He wanted us to begin a new life.

I am not yet convinced of the fact

that the deceased is not Peter blackburn.

No?

Look at this man's hand.

Dark, tanned skin, calluses all over the fingers

and the palms of the hand.

The hand of a man who's done considerable manual labor.

This could not possibly be Peter blackburn.

This is senseless, Ellen.

Peter can't stay hidden away forever.

Come on, inspector.

There's a secret room over here.

Peter.

Open up.

Peter!

Peter, it's me. Ellen.

Oh!

Peter.

A knife without a handle, same as with Jenkins.

Mm.

What are you cleaning out your pipe now for?

M-o-r.

Before blackburn died, he tried to write the name

of his murderer on the top of the table,

obviously, with his wedding ring.

M-o-r. Does that convey anything to you, inspector?

M-o-r.

Many words begin with m-o-r.

Morgue, morning.

Or moriarty.

You told us that moriarty has an alibi.

My dear inspector, blackburn had a secret.

Moriarty wanted it, and when he'd gotten it,

he had him murdered.

Do you know the secret, Holmes?

Naturally. I read the times.

Well, Charles?

Samuels?

No. Blackburn.

He'd already taken care of Samuels for us.

I always maintain that Samuels would come to a bad end.

Even in Egypt, he was a troublemaker.

And if anybody is stupid enough to ask for 40%,

well, Charles, I also maintain greed will get you nowhere.

Do you follow me, Charles?

Naturally, professor.

I say, I'm awfully sorry.

My foot slipped the clutch.

Just look at what you've done to my car!

Now you control yourself.

There isn't much damage.

Oh, no?

What's this all about?

This stupid idiot bumps smack into my car.

How dare you? You mind your language.

- Oh. - Your licenses, please.

Mm.

That's right, officer, take his name.

He'll have to take care of the damages.

Oh. I say, are you free?

- Yes, sir. - Will you please take me

to park Lane road?

Ah.

Move your cars, please.

Thank you for your kindness, constable.

You've been most understanding.

My keys!

My keys are gone!

Really?

Well, I'll help you find them, dear fellow.

Would you be good enough to wait

over there until I return?

Over there.

Charles?

Ah, you don't expect to find them

under there, do you?

Unless you stole them,

they've got to be somewhere. Wouldn't dare.

What would I do with your keys?

Taxi!

Here you are, good man.

I beg your pardon?

9 hartley road. Hurry!

Ah. What have we here?

Aha, the times.

What's the surprise for today?

You told me you always find something of import in it.

Today, it contains something very special.

Really?

What? - Look for yourself.

Ah.

The famous necklace.

Precisely. The necklace and the casket.

That's why Peter blackburn was murdered.

You've solved the case, Holmes,

right under the noses of the police.

It isn't solved yet.

I'm simply getting the evidence together to hang moriarty.

Gentlemen, I am highly disappointed.

I am not at all impressed.

This blatant lack of discipline in our midst

could make me undertake measures

that you will find most regrettable.

We weren't given orders to guard the necklace.

I require personal initiative.

Do you realize the consequences of failure

in this organization?

Charles?

Yes, professor.

Come in here.

Come in, I say!

Shut the door.

Where have you been?

I had a slight accident.

An old idiot drove right into me,

but there isn't much damage.

Where's the car?

I came by cab so I wouldn't be late.

I see.

But I thought you said there was very little damage.

Yes. Only I couldn't find the keys afterwards.

You traitor.

You're the fool to whom we owe our failure.

They set a trap for you and you fell right in to it.

Who, professor?

Sherlock Holmes.

You're mistaken.

That idiot in the daimler, that wasn't Sherlock Holmes.

The man driving the daimler was his friend Watson.

And meanwhile, Holmes stole the keys to the car!

And then came here.

Would you like to become acquainted

with this little plaything, Charles?

I can only hope that Holmes has gathered enough evidence

to hang you for blackburn's murder, Charles.

That's all you deserve.

Gentlemen, I trust you are sufficiently intelligent

that it's not necessary to convince you

that the necklace must be recovered with the utmost speed.

You have exactly 48 hours.

I believe I shall turn over the supervision of this mission

to one of our most farsighted and reliable collaborators.

Inform the doctor immediately.

I take it that you are now convinced,

inspector, that professor moriarty's

activities are not entirely legitimate.

It's incredible.

A world-famous authority on archeology, a common thief.

And a murderer.

Precisely.

Yes?

Oh, professor moriarty.

This is indeed a pleasant surprise.

Mr. Holmes doesn't seem as pleased as yourself, inspector.

Do you know this gentleman?

Yes, we have already had the pleasure.

Am I welcome to join you?

- Please do. - We met in court,

as I recall, the Perry case.

Perry?

Perry. Yes, quite so.

The name escaped me for a minute.

A burglary case, wasn't it?

Yes, Perry stole some jewelry in Milan.

Of course, you didn't know anything about it.

Naturally not, Mr. Holmes.

And the jury was quite convinced at the time,

as you will recall.

And this necklace, has it also been stolen?

Yes, it has.

I must confess that this is the very reason

for my visit here today, inspector.

That is the missing Cleopatra necklace

in its original casket.

Disappeared over six years ago

during our excavations in Egypt.

Where was it located?

In your study, professor.

My study?

Naturally, you don't know anything about that either,

in spite of the fact that your men stole it for you

and murdered Peter blackburn in the bargain.

Inspector, I will not permit anyone

to insult me in this crass fashion.

Unfortunately, for you, professor,

Mr. Holmes can prove his statement.

That casket was found in your study in a mummy case.

You know, inspector, this gentleman reads

too many detective stories.

Sherlock Holmes has tried

to slander me on several occasions,

but his accusations have always been a fiction.

I would be delighted if he would search

for this mummy case in my study.

I assure you there is none.

Do feel free to investigate, inspector.

In any event, I'm pleased these

priceless jewels are in the right hands.

No doubt you will turn it over to the Egyptian government.

The Egyptians will be informed of its recovery, professor.

As soon as we have their consent, the necklace will be sold,

together with some recent

archeological discoveries, at auction.

Then its destiny will be fulfilled.

Just one moment, professor.

It may be slightly more difficult

to remove this casket from Scotland yard

than from a somewhat poorly guarded mummy case.

I could cause you very great difficulties had I a mind to.

Difficulties you would not forget!

Out of respect for Scotland yard, I shall forgo doing so.

Good day, gentlemen.

A highly successful little interview.

Hm?

I confess I won't sleep until I've disposed

of this damned necklace, Holmes.

And, of course, you're going to receive

your 10% of the price of sale,

as the finder's reward, later.

Just be patient. Patient for what, inspector?

You think it's going to be stolen again?

No, no. Nobody could manage to steal it from here.

I certainly hope you're right.

And I personally will carry the box

under heavy police protection

and bring it to the auction block.

Splendid, inspector.

And if you don't have faith in me, Holmes,

I'd be happy to have you along with me.

It's your affair, inspector.

I'm not the police.

And may I inquire what you are now planning?

All in good time, inspector.

All in good time.

Hm.

Next Monday, the Cleopatra necklace

is to be sold at auction.

The property of the Egyptian government,

this necklace is one of the most valued

archeological discoveries of all time.

The sale is a great event.

How much do you suppose it'll bring?

It doesn't matter now.

I don't want anything more to do with it.

But, Ellen, Holmes asked us both

to stop in at the auction.

Oh, Paul, must we?

You know how much he helped us after all.

He must have his reasons.

Ellen.

Come here.

We'll soon be far away from here.

There'll be nothing to remind us of this nightmare.

Well, the archeologist deigns to meet the criminologist.

For a secret meeting of the two great minds.

You are doubtless aware the necklace of Cleopatra comes up

for auction tomorrow at mosley's rooms.

It should bring a very high figure.

It is bound to.

To tell the truth, Mr. Holmes,

I didn't feel absolutely sure

you'd acknowledge my invitation.

My dear professor, how could I possibly forgo

the, shall we say, pleasure of your company?

The feeling's entirely mutual, dear Mr. Holmes.

Frankly, I do regret you have such an opinion of me.

Oh, but I have nothing against you personally, professor.

On the contrary, the fertility of your imagination

greatly impresses me.

This afternoon, for instance, at Scotland yard,

a masterly performance.

Masterly.

And now, professor?

I shouldn't be surprised

if you were a natural mind reader, Holmes.

As it happens, I was thinking of making you a proposal.

Indeed.

Would you like to sit down?

Thank you.

A partnership, Mr. Holmes.

A partnership, professor?

Let's say 6,000 pounds per annum

and, naturally, a share of the profits.

In my opinion, murder is not profitable.

You underestimate me, Holmes.

We are both men of logic

and we possess extraordinary intellect.

But we are both wasting our forces

warring against each other.

And if I may say so, dear Holmes, this is illogical.

We should unite our talents and forces.

Such a partnership would be sure to succeed.

No doubt it would, professor.

Then I may assume you accept?

The picture you paint is a very alluring one.

There's only one answer that I can give.

Much as I regret it,

I shall have to continue to waste my energies.

I have only one ambition at present, to see you hanged.

A regrettable decision indeed, Mr. Holmes.

Does this belong to you? It has a somewhat familiar look.

It's one of my favorite playthings.

But it has one small defect.

Slips once in a while.

Accidents will happen, professor.

In any case, you lose, Mr. Holmes.

Your move, professor.

Well, I hope it won't get us into trouble

with the police, Holmes, using those whistles.

Good idea though.

Elementary, my dear Watson.

How about him?

No. Out of the question.

How about the card shark?

Full house.

Mm, he might pass, when he's sober.

He never drinks when he's working.

How do you like frank?

He's all right.

Mm-mm.

I don't trust frank. He's always chasing women.

So what?

And besides, he talks too much for my taste.

How's that one?

Oh, not at any price.

He's under police observation.

You might as well bring along a policeman.

I must have at least two men.

- That's the problem. - Hey, look at that, will you?

Hey, come have a drink!

Ohl

On your way now.

I'm not finished with him yet.

Oh, leave him alone, mate.

Not worth it, is he?

All right.

If you say so.

Don't hold it against me.

How about a beer, hey?

Waitress, one whiskey, one beer.

Where'd you learn that?

I spent 15 years with a knife thrower.

He used to pin his wife down every night,

on the stage, of course.

Then he happened to slip once.

Nice little toy, doctor.

Comes in handy from time to time.

Where'd you meet this knife thrower?

Tell us.

In a circus?

Not exactly.

We used to share a room, as a matter of fact.

Bars in front of the window.

Lovely view though.

Over the moors.

You were in dartmoor?

I didn't say that, did I?

Good health.

What are you up to now?

That's my business, chum.

Mm, I don't approve of this fella.

Oh?

Well, come to think of it, I don't think much of you either.

I wouldn't have thrown one of these pretty little things

if it'd been to save your lovely face.

Where'd you dig him up anyway?

Ladies hairdresser's?

Well, thanks for the beer.

Just a minute.

What's your name? What's your game, mister?

- All right, all right, boys- - Hey, what's the idea?!

Just a minute, hey?

Hm.

That's solves it.

And ends all right.

Release papers from dartmoor.

What were you sentenced for?

None of your business.

Uh-huh.

Most interesting.

Herewith, Lawrence Alexander kopernick,

originally sentenced for burglary, is to report weekly

at police headquarters to his parole officer.

All right, now you know.

Police!

All right. Well, let's have a talk.

Sit down.

If you're interested, we might have a job for you.

How much?

Oh.

It pays.

Here, you have a map of the underground sewers.

Now, that's where we're planning to operate.

Look, now, here...

We are here.

And over here is the mosley auction house.

The police Van will take this route.

I have the entire circuit under heavy guard.

Holmes thought it advisable.

He believes the necklace will be snatched

before it gets to mosley's.

It seems rather far-fetched

to imagine anyone trying to steal a package

from a sealed police Van right in broad daylight.

In any event, I will be in the Van with two of my men.

Yes, we'll leave in exactly 15 minutes.

Right you are, inspector.

Ah, hum.

Whoa.

Get a move on.

All right.

Go ahead now.

Help me out of here.

- Hey! - What?

And here is a vase, 1,200 bc.

Exceptionally well-preserved.

Bidding to start at a thousand pounds.

Do I hear 1,100?

Ah, 1,100.

1,200.

Do I hear 1,300?

1,300!

Will anyone offer 1,400?

Do I hear 1,400?

Going at 1,300.

1,300, going, going, gone.

Sold to the gentleman

in the center.

Head of a tomb statue, the only known one of its kind.

What am I bid?

Head of king amenhotep ii.

Do I hear any bids?

Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you

that the Cleopatra necklace,

which was to have gone on sale today,

has been withdrawn from the auction, as it is not available.

It's been withdrawn?!

What's the meaning of this?

I don't understand why it is

that the most valuable things always vanish.

1,300.

Do I hear 14?

Does anyone bid 1,400?

Going at 1,300.

At 1,300.

Not bidding, professor?

- Going, going, gone! - I have all the objects

I'm interested in.

Are you quite sure?

The the lady in the rear.

Unless you should happen to be aware

of something which might tempt me.

Far be it from me to give any suggestions

to an expert such as yourself.

I understand you believe in buying as little as possible.

That's what is most satisfying.

Somehow, many of the best objects seem to find their way

into my private collection.

Not always, professor.

Excuse me, is there a Mr. Holmes here?

Yes?

Would you please step into the office?

Thank you.

What are my bids for this unique example

of early Egyptian pottery?

Ladies and gentlemen, do I hear any bids?

900 pounds!

900 pounds. Do I hear a thousand?

1,000.

Do I hear 1,100?

Yes, and give the information

immediately to the commissioner.

Oh, Mr. Holmes.

Have you heard about what occurred?

I warned you, inspector.

No doubt it will interest you to learn

that the men who were involved

in the theft have been apprehended.

Yes, I know.

How could you know that?

Why do you suppose that the police were in the right place

at that time, inspector?

My friend, Dr. Watson was good enough

to notify Scotland yard.

It disappeared under my very eyes.

This is no joking matter.

I wonder where it can be.

On its way here by post.

A package for Mr. Holmes.

Thank you.

There you are.

Thank you.

Now if you will excuse me, I'll get back to the auction.

Uh...

Do I hear 2,100?

For 2,000 pounds, going, going, gone.

Excuse me, would you please announce

that the Cleopatra necklace has arrived.

It can be reinstated in today's auction.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to announce

that, contrary to prior withdrawal,

one of the most exceptional of all archeological finds

will be on sale today.

The Cleopatra necklace.

It's sure fortunate that it was restored

to the collection in time for auctioning.

The necklace is in perfect condition

and is being offered for sale

in a diamond-encrusted Jewel case

in which it was discovered.

I would like to inquire about what proof exists

as to the authenticity of the Cleopatra necklace.

With us today is one of the most

noted archeological experts in the world.

Professor moriarty, would you be good enough

to give us your opinion of this necklace?

Yes, this is indeed the necklace attributed to Cleopatra.

May I extend our appreciation.

I am asked to offer this necklace for 100,000 pounds.

May I call for a bid of 110, please?

Do I hear an offer of 110?

110,000! - 120!

120,000.

Do I hear 130?

130,000 pounds. - 140!

140,000 pounds!

Who finally purchased the necklace?

A collector from Texas.

Ah.

I feel I won't be able to breathe

until it's out of the country.

Now perhaps you'll tell me what I got these roses for?

Oh. Roses?

Oh, yes, the roses.

My dear Watson, you're a married man.

Don't be so unromantic.

Oh, oh, oh, Mrs. blackburn,

may I offer you our felicitations?

- Oh. - Oh, and our warm wishes

for your future happiness.

Thank you.

It's very kind of you.

Oh!

Thank you.

Frankly, Mr. Holmes, we were wondering why

you insisted on our coming here.

Mrs. blackburn, you have just seen the disposal

of something that has caused you the greatest anguish.

I asked you both to come here to see for yourselves

that there's still some truth in the old saying,

"all's well that ends well."

Thank you.

Ah, professor.

Mm, the great master detective in police custody.

May 1?

With pleasure.

Here's a little toy which I think will interest you

very much indeed, inspector.

Watch it.

You should treat my little toy with more care.

After all, it's an art object.

Whiskey in the handle of a walking stick.

I always find it helps to take a small drink

when it's chilly in London, Mr. Holmes.

Thank you. I never drink before six.

Would the inspector like one?

No, never on duty.

Dr. Watson?

No, thanks.

And I'm not in the least chilly today.

What a shame.

Frankly, it's sad to see england lose

such a magnificent piece.

Anything more I can do for you?

No thank you, professor.

But we shall need you very soon.

To examine an object of archeological interest,

I presume, Mr. Holmes?

Not exactly.

Scotland yard has recently arrested a gang of thieves

who specialize in art objects.

Oh? Interesting.

Very.

The trial will be interesting too,

especially for you, professor.

I feel sure that you will take

a prominent part in the proceedings.

You can always rely on my goodwill, inspector,

in so far as my schedule will permit.

Good day, gentlemen.

As it happens, I'm going in that direction myself.

- Much obliged, sir. - My pleasure.

Oh, I say, isn't that professor moriarty?

Yes, and he's with the buyer from Texas.

Well, at least the necklace is safe now.

Don't underestimate moriarty, Watson.

Come along, we have work to do.