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Almost there.

What does a Harley
Street specialist

know about my health?

Listen, Holmes, Doctor
Moor Agar insists

you have a complete rests

if you wish to avoid

an absolute breakdown.

The sea air will do
you the world of good.

You should have
traveled alone, Watson.

Nonsense.

You're on holiday.

Why it's wonderful,
Holmes, wonderful!

The views are spectacular.

Well we're looking at
the most dangerous piece

of coastline
in the country.

Your friend is a natural
historian I presume?

An old acquaintance
from my college days.

I'll see to the luggage.

Thank you.

Good day to you, sir.

I thought as we were
going to be neighbors

for the next few weeks

I ought to say a few
words of welcome.

How very kind.

And of course I've
long wanted to meet

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

It is indeed a
pleasure, sir.

Thank you but I'm
Doctor John Watson.

Oh.

Come in.

This is my good friend
Sherlock Holmes.

A thousand apologies,
I should have realized.

Do come in Mr. Roundhay.

Very stupid of me.

How did you know my name?

You have an interest in
archeology do you not?

Why yes.

Deduce, Watson, go on.

Deduce.

You've got mud on the
points of your shoes

and beneath your knees

and on the fingers
of your right hand...

Splendid, splendid.

Which indicates that
you've knelt on the ground

for a length of time.

Oh Watson, you're coming
along marvelously.

You're a left-handed
gardener.

You're a student
of archeology.

You've published a
paper over theories

surrounding the
neolithic burial rites.

You are the Reverend
Francis Roundhay,

vicar of the parish.

Astonishing, sir.

Please sit down.

Thank you.

But left-handed?

The hand with which
you hold the troll.

Exactly right.

Precise in every
detail but how sir?

How?

Vicar, vicar vic...

the parish magazine has...

The village is nearby?

Oh yes just along
the coastal path.

It's secluded but it
caters for all our needs.

I suppose is that the
nearest habitation?

No, no, the
Tregennis Estate

is about a mile inland.

Very nice people

and I'm sure they'll
extend to you

some fine Cornish
hospitality.

However,

I've imposed enough
upon you for one day.

Perhaps you'd care to

come and have
dinner with me

one evening at
the vicarage.

Oh then we should impose
upon you and your family?

Oh no alas, I
have no family.

I live alone except
for Mr. Tregennis,

who has a suite of
rooms in the house.

But does he not
live on the estate?

A family dispute.

His sister and two
brothers live there

but he chooses
to live apart.

Do you know dinner
at the vicarage

is a splendid idea.

We must arrange a date.

Yes, well of
course gentlemen,

good day to you.

Good morning.

Cornish hospitality.

Weathered pitted
slabs of granite.

Ancient tombs
scattered throughout

the lengthened breath
of this peninsula.

Like the sea.

I suppose death
is always with us.

Quite so.

Quite often during
those days in Cornwall,

Holmes would
stride out alone.

The mystery and
glamour of the place

with its sinister
atmosphere

of forgotten nations

appeal to the imagination

of my friend.

He spent much of his
time in long walks

and solitary meditation.

One morning however,

my friend's convalescence

was violently interrupted.

Gentlemen I urge you
to consult the police.

Holmes is a sick man.

Yes but getting better
all the time, Watson.

This is a matter
of some emergency.

Mr. Holmes,

Mr. Holmes,

we can only regard it

as a special Providence

that you should chance
to be here at this time,

for in all England

you are the one
man we truly need.

I tried to explain
to Mr. Tregennis

and Mr. Roundhay

that you're in
convalescence.

Yes I'm sure they'll
be very sympathetic,

please sit down.

Thank you.

The fact is,

as I've explained
to Doctor Watson,

the most extraordinary
and tragic affair

has occurred here
during the night.

You have my
full attention.

Perhaps I had better
say a few words first.

This is Mr. Tregennis,

of whom I spoke.

Now Mr. Tregennis
spent last night

in the company
of his brother,

George and Owen,

and his sister Brenda,

at their house of
Tredannick Wartha.

He left them,

playing cards around
the dining table

in excellent
health and spirits.

But on his return
this morning

he discovered a truly
bizarre state of affairs.

All three both
alive and dead,

retained upon their faces

an expression of
the utmost horror.

Dead?

A convulsion of terror.

It was dreadful
to look upon.

Was there any sign of
anyone else in the house?

Only Mrs. Porter,

cook and housekeeper.

She had slept deeply

and heard no sound
in the night.

Is anything missing,
disarranged?

Nothing, Mr. Holmes.

What could possibly

frighten a young
woman to death

and two strong men
out of their senses?

Yes what indeed.

Well I'm sure, Holmes,
that the local police

would have reached
some conclusions.

However, erroneous
they may be.

Holmes.

Think.

Tell me about last
night, Mr. Tregennis.

Well Mr. Holmes,

I supped there,

as the vicar has said,

and my elder
brother George

proposed a game of
whist afterwards.

It was a quarter-past
ten when I moved to go.

Who let you out?

Mrs. Potter had
gone to bed

so I let myself out.

The window of the room in
which they sat was closed,

but the blind was
not drawn down.

There was no change

in door or window
this morning,

nor any reason to think

that any stranger had
been to the house.

Yet there they sat,

driven clean mad
with terror.

I'll never get the
sight of that room

out of my mind so
long as I live.

Yes, the facts are

most remarkable.

Mr. Tregennis do you have
any theory of your own

which might
account for them?

It is devilish.

Devilish, Mr. Holmes.

It is not of this world.

Well the matter is
beyond humanity

it is certainly beyond me.

I trust so, Holmes.

Now think.

Think very carefully,
Mr. Tregennis,

about the evening that
you spent together.

Does anything stand
out in your memory

which might throw some
light upon this tragedy?

There is nothing,
Mr. Holmes.

Were they nervous people?

Did they ever show any
sign of apprehension?

Not to my knowledge,
Mr. Holmes.

Then there's nothing in
which you can assist me.

There is one thing
occurs to me.

As I sat at the table my
back was to the window,

and my brother George,

he being my
partner at cards,

was facing it.

I saw him once look
hard over my shoulder,

so I turned round
and looked also.

The blind was up
and the window shut,

but I could just make out
the bushes on the lawn,

and it seemed to
me for a moment

that I saw something
moving among them.

I couldn't even say if
it was man or animal,

but I just thought I
saw something there.

Did you not investigate?

Well the matter
passed as unimportant.

Did you have any
premonition of evil?

None that I was aware of.

How did you hear
the terrible news

so early this morning?

I am an early riser.

Generally take a walk
before breakfast.

This morning I had
hardly started

when Doctor Richard

overtook me in
his carriage.

Mr. Tregennis.

I've just heard
an urgent message

from your sister's house.

What's happened?

I'm not quite sure, sir,

but you'd better
come with me.

She's been dead at
least six hours.

No signs of violence.

But how?

I've never seen the
like, Mr. Tregennis.

Not in all my years has a...

You all right?

I've got you.

Here.

Over here.

There we go.

We nearly got him on
our hands as well.

Where are you
going Holmes?

Tredannick Wartha
without delay.

With your permission
Mr. Holmes

I'll go on ahead.

Thank you vicar, quickly,

otherwise we'll be
there before you.

Holmes, I must protest.

Save your protestations
for later, Watson,

much later!

I gather you were divided

in some way from
your family.

Oh yes sir, Mr. Holmes.

Well the matter is
past and done with.

All was forgiven
and forgotten

and we were the
best of friends.

We were a family of
tin-miners at Redruth,

but we sold out our
venture to a company,

and so retired with
enough to keep us.

I won't deny there
was some bad feeling

over the division
of the money.

It stood between us
for a number of years.

Nevertheless.

You decided not
to leave Cornwall?

I supposed I entertained

some hopes of
returning home one day.

' Holmes!

Holmes, stand back!

My brothers.

They're taking
them to Helston.

It's a lovely house,
Mr. Tregennis.

It's a very sad house.

This is the window

through which you
saw the shadow form.

Approximately
what distance

was it from the glass?

I'd say not less
than ten feet.

With a guess,

about here.

There's no sign
of a forced entry.

And the window, of course,

would have
remained locked.

My sister made
sure of that.

Even in Cornwall.

So dreadfully sorry.

It's quite all
right, Mr. Holmes.

An accident.

Thank you.

Could you let Mrs.
Porter know I'm back?

I should like to
meet the housekeeper.

Of course.

Oh but please
try to avoid

causing further distress.

Death is always
distressing,

Mr. Tregennis.

Awe, the chairs.

Well they must
have been moved

after the police
left the house.

That one here, Mr. Holmes.

One over there.

This one here.

This one over here.

Has anything
else been moved?

All is as I remember it.

You must understand

there was a great deal
of fuss and confusion

when I arrived
this morning.

Things may have been moved

without thought given
to their significance

in a criminal
investigation.

Criminal?

That is a very
interesting word.

So you no longer
subscribe to the theory

of a supernatural
explanation?

I don't know.

Where were people sitting?

I sat here
facing Georgie,

my brother George.

Brenda sat next to me.

Owen across from her.

Oh that's curious.

What?

I mean from this position

the figure outside
of the window

must have been
well over six feet.

I can only tell you
what I saw Mr. Holmes.

Awe, this is
my housekeeper,

Mrs. Porter.

I'd like you to meet
these gentlemen, my dear.

She was so beautiful.

So beautiful.

She is still very upset.

We're all very
upset Mr. Roundhay.

Come and sit down.

I will not stay
in this house

one moment longer
than I have to.

So I shall
rejoin my family.

But you're part
of our family.

The family Tregennis
is dead, sir.

Dead or as good as.

I'm still alive.

Mrs. Porter,

excuse me now.

Mrs. Porter.

My name is Sherlock Holmes

and I'd like you to tell
me all that you know.

Mr. Holmes is a detective.

He's going to
try and find out

what happened to Brenda.

Don't you worry.

Please, leave nothing out.

I can tell you very
little, Mr. Holmes.

Awe, you've been cheating.

I am not cheating.

Owen will you tell
your dearest sister

to play by the rules.

Well she's your
sister too.

You tell her.

But she's on your side.

It's rather late

and I do have to get
back to the vicarage.

Mortimer you must stay
here for the night.

Oh please say you will.

Well?

Don't force him to stay
if he doesn't want to,

Brenda.

Oh really,

I thought we'd put an
end to our squabbling.

Mortimer is just
as much my brother

as you and Georgie.

Don't worry,
dear brother,

I know where
I'm not welcome

Why visit us at all.

You disowned us.

Or have you
have forgotten?

It will be all
right now, Beth,

if you wish to retire.

Is Mr. Tregennis
staying with us tonight?

Why?

Do you also object to my
presence, Mrs. Porter?

Mortimer!

I want to know should
I air your room, sir?

Sorry.

Thank you, Beth.

That'll be
quite all right.

Mr. Tregennis will
not be staying.

Very good, Miss Brenda.

Is it customary to
have a fire in the room

at this time of year?

It was a cold and damp
night, Mr. Holmes.

Well I must say I...

I thought it was
rather humid.

Oh I suffer with a
mild blood disorder,

feel the cold on
even warm nights.

I know how you feel.

Awe, Mrs. Porter,

was the door to
this room closed

when you left
this morning?

Oh certainly, sir.

...Nightingale as they
sing in the valley below.

As they sing...

When they were covered
I threw wide the window

to let in the morning air.

Then I run down
to the lane

and sent a farm lad
for the doctor.

And the rest I
think you know, sir.

Mrs. Porter's right.

She's very beautiful.

Yes but something's
missing.

Tregennis is lying about
a mild blood disorder;

I'll state my
reputation on that.

Was he?

Watson.

Watson.

Look at this.

That's very unusual.

It won't do!

It won't do!

Three people
grievously stricken

by some conscious or
unconscious human agency.

Now,

when exactly did
this event occur?

They're finished
playing cards.

It was past their
usual hour for bed.

The panel of the chairs

had not been pulled
back from the table.

Then it must have been

only moments after
Tregennis left the house.

Exactly.

Your conscious,
of course,

I've managed to obtain

a clear imprint
of his foot.

Yes I saw.

Haven got a sample print

I could pick out his
tracks among the others

and follow his boots.

For the length
of his stride

he returns swiftly
to the vicarage.

Tregennis disappeared

then almost instantly

some other person
affected the card players.

How can we reconstruct
that person?

But is there any
evidence really, Watson

that anyone did creep
up to that window?

The only suggestion
comes from Tregennis,

who says that his
brother reacted

to some movement
in the garden.

Then how was this

impression of
horror conveyed?

You're Mr. Sherlock
Holmes the detective.

And you are Doctor
Leon Sterndale,

the great lion-hunter

and famous
African explorer.

Have you made
any progress?

Some.

The county police
are utterly at fault.

Tell me what you know

about the fate of the
Tregennis family.

What is your interest,
Dr. Sterndale?

My claim to be taken
into your confidence

is that during my
many residences here

I have come to know

this family of
Tregennis very well.

Indeed upon my
Cornish mother's side

I may call them cousins.

So their strange fate

has naturally been a
great shock to me.

Do you know of anything

that could help us
out in the inquiry?

Nothing at all.

I may tell you that I had
got as far as Plymouth

upon my way to Africa

when news reached me.

I came straight back here

to help in any way I can.

Did you lose your boat?

I will take the next.

That is friendship indeed.

I tell you they
were relatives.

Did your baggage
go on with boat?

Some of it,

but most of it
remained in the hotel.

Well surely this
event could not have

found its way into the
Plymouth morning papers.

No, sir

I received a telegram.

From whom?

You are very
inquisitive, Mr. Holmes.

It is my business.

The vicar, Mr.
Roundhay sent it,

recalling me back.

I see.

May I ask if
your suspicions

point in any
particular direction?

Well I can hardly
answer that.

Then I'm wasting my time.

To work the brain without
sufficient material

is like racing an engine,

it cracks itself
to pieces.

Wait for me at
the cottage.

Where are you going?

Cheer up, Watson!

Sea air, sunshine,
patience,

all will be revealed.

Mr. Holmes!

Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Holmes, we are devil
ridden, Mr. Holmes.

My poor parish
is devil-ridden!

What has happened?

Dead about three
hours I'd say.

Same symptoms exactly
as Brenda Tregennis.

Limbs convulsed,
fingers contorted

as though he died from a
very paroxysm of fear.

That it should
happen under my roof.

Has his bed been slept in?

Oh yes, most definitely.

Who opened this window?

My housekeeper,

she was the first into
the room this morning.

Where is she now?

Oh she's taken to her bed
with a severe headache,

no doubt.

Greatly affected
by the shock.

I am most terribly sorry

to inconvenience
you in this way.

I know you both came to
these parts to rest but...

It isn't easy with
Holmes around.

He likes nothing better
than to sink his teeth

into a problem
of this sort.

But two deaths,

Doctor Watson,

in the space of two days.

This is the work
of the devil,

make no mistake.

Put your faith in the
known and tangible,

Mr. Roundhay.

I trust nothing has
been touched, sir?

No, everything's
exactly as it was.

All right then.

I'll need a statement

from you and
your housekeeper.

Master, I'm afraid
she's still rather ill.

Check up stairs.

Who are these gentlemen?

Oh, Mr. Sherlock Holmes

and Doctor Watson
from London.

I've heard of
you Mr. Holmes.

I'd appreciate
it if you would

leave this inquiry to
the official police.

As you wish.

I do sir.

I'm sorry.

Would you direct the
inspector's attention

towards the
window upstairs

and the lamp on the table?

Each is suggestive.

Together they are
almost conclusive.

Watson?

Good afternoon.

Good luck.

What on earth
are you doing?

An experiment

to test a theory.

Isn't that the lamp that
was in Tregennis' room?

Yes and no.

I see you bought
an identical one.

I purchased it from

a delightful little
shop in the village.

That's where you've
been all afternoon.

There is a single
point of resemblance

in the reports
that we've heard.

Now this concerns
of the effect

on the atmosphere
of the room

upon those who
first entered it.

First Doctor Richards

then Mrs. Porter.

And Roundhay's
housekeeper

was taken ill
this morning.

In each case

there is a combustion

going in the room.

In the first case, a fire.

In the second, a lamp.

Now the fire perhaps
was necessary

but the lamp was lit

when it was already
broad daylight.

The comparison of the
oil consumed in this

and Tregennis' lamp
proves that point.

But why?

Something was burned

producing an atmosphere

and causing a
strange toxic affect.

In the first instance,

that of the
Tregennis family,

a substance was
placed in the fire

and the fire would
carry the fumes,

to some extent,
up the chimney.

Only Brenda Tregennis,

was closest to the fire,

was killed.

Her brothers were
exhibiting that lunacy,

which is evidently the
first effect of the drug.

The other case of course

the result was complete.

So it's a poison,

which works
by combustion?

Yeah.

The obvious place to look

was the smoke-guard
of the lamp

in Tregennis' room.

There, sure enough,

I perceived a number
of flaky ashes

and round the edges a
fringe of brownish powder,

which had not yet
been consumed.

Half of it I took,

the other half I
left for the police.

We will see

if we can reproduce
the same effects

with our own lamp.

Oh no, Holmes,
that's insane.

I cannot force you to stay

but I mean to
have the answer.

Of course I shall stay.

I thought I
knew my Watson.

Would you open
the door please?

Now would you like
to just sit there?

Are you ready?

You must stay
clear Mr. Holmes

or be trampled underfoot.

Holmes!

Holmes!

Holmes!

Holmes, can you hear me?

For God's sake
can you hear me?

Done!

Thank God your all right.

That was a stupid and
dangerous thing to do.

We could have been killed.

It was an unjustifiable
experiment

even for myself, doubly
so for a friend.

But really I'm
extremely sorry.

All the evidence points

to Tregennis
being the criminal

in the first tragedy

and victim in the second.

Yes, if anyone else
would have come in

the family would
have certainly

risen from the table.

Then Tregennis' own
death was suicide?

That will be Doctor
Leon Sterndale.

Would you let
him in, Watson?

Please come in,
Doctor Sterndale.

Seems your expected.

I had your note
about an hour ago.

But let me
state directly,

I don't take kindly to
being summoned by anybody.

I thought it better to
discuss the matter here.

No risk of eavesdropping.

I fail to see, sir,

what you can have
to speak about

which affects
me personally

in the most
intimate fashion.

The killing of
Mortimer Tregennis.

I have lived so
long among savages

and beyond the law

that I've got
into the way

of being a law
unto myself.

You would do
well, Mr. Holmes,

to remember that,

for I have no desire
to do you any injury.

Nor I you,

Doctor Sterndale.

But surely the clearest
proof of it is that,

knowing what I know,

that I have sent for you

and not for the police.

If this is a bluff
upon your part, sir,

you have chosen the wrong
man for your experiment.

No, no, no the bluff
is upon your side

not upon mine.

Now I will tell
you the facts

upon which my
conclusions are based.

Of your return
from Plymouth,

allowing much
of your property

to go out to Africa,

I shall say nothing
except that it informed me

was that you were
one of the factors,

which had to be
taken into account

in reconstructing
of this drama.

This telegram
from the hotel

confirms what you told me.

Now when we last met

you asked me
whom I suspected

and I refused
to answer you.

Then you departed

but you didn't go home,

oh no Doctor Sterndale,

you went to the vicarage

and you waited
there for some time.

How do you know that?

I followed you.

I saw no one.

That is what you
may expect to see

when I follow you.

You spent a
restless night.

You made certain plans

and then in
the early hours

you proceeded to put
them into action.

You returned to
the vicarage.

Collected some
distinctive red gravel

from the cliff path.

The house by
now was daylight

but the inhabitants
were not stirring.

You threw some
of the red gravel

up at the
window of Tregennis.

Sterndale.

I must speak with
you urgently.

This hour?

The doors are locked.

The housekeeper
has the keys.

It is of the
utmost importance!

You entered through
the sitting window.

You had an interview,
a short one,

and you walked up
and down the room.

He withdrew as
you had come.

You wearing the same pair

of studied walking shoes,

which at the
present moment

are upon your feet

and Mortimer
Tregennis was dead.

The ring you gave
Brenda Tregennis.

Yes.

Yes.

Brenda Tregennis.

For years I loved her.

For years she loved me.

There is the secret of
the Cornish seclusion,

which people
so marveled at.

It brought me close to

the one person
on this earth

who was dear to me.

I couldn't marry her,

for I had a wife who
left me for whom,

by the deplorable
laws of England,

I could not divorce.

For years Brenda waited.

For years I waited.

And this is what
we waited for.

Roundhay knew.

He was in our confidence,

hence his telegram
to me at Plymouth.

What was my baggage
or Africa to me

when I learned
that such a fate

had befallen my darling?

There you have
the missing clue

to my actions, Mr. Holmes.

I understand
that you sir,

are a doctor of medicine?

Have you ever heard of
'Radix pedis diaboli'?

Devils foot root.

No I can't say
that I have.

Well there's
no reflection

upon your
professional knowledge

for I believe that,

save for one sample in
a laboratory at Buda,

there is no other
specimen in Europe.

It is used as
an ordeal poison

by the medicine men

in certain districts
of West Africa

and it is kept as
a secret by them.

You already know so
much, Mr. Holmes;

it is clearly
to my interest

that you should know all.

I have already explained

the relationship
in which I stood

to the Tregennis family.

There had been
quarrel about money,

which estranged
this man Mortimer,

a sly, subtle,
scheming man,

but for Brenda's sake

I was friendly
with her brother.

Then one day a
few weeks ago

he came to my cottage

and I showed him some of
my African curiosities.

Among other things,

I exhibited the
Devil's foot.

Poison you say?

Fascinating.

You wouldn't think so
if you were to try it.

The smallest amount
could be fatal.

In this powder form

it reacts instantaneously
when burned.

It stimulates those
brain centers,

which control the
emotion of fear.

Madness or death

is the fate of the
unfortunate native

who is subjected
to the ordeal

by the priest
of his tribe.

Can it be detected?

Not by European science.

A few days later

my cottage was
broken into

but since nothing seemed
to have been taken

I gave the matter no heed

until Mr.
Roundhay's telegram

arrived at Plymouth.

This villain, Mortimer,

had thought that
I would be at sea

before news reached me,

and that I should be
lost for years in Africa.

But of course I
returned immediately

and I could not
hear the details

without being assured

that it was my poison,

which had been used,

and that Mortimer
Tregennis himself

was the murderer.

My sole cried
out for revenge.

You murdered her!

For money you murdered
your own sister.

You can't prove that.

No jury in the land
will believe you.

I'm my own jury,
Mr. Tregennis.

Judge, jury and
executioner.

I lit the lamp.

I put the powder above it.

In five minutes he died.

My God!

How he died!

But my heart was flint,

for he endured nothing

which my
innocent darling

had not suffered
before him.

You can take what steps
you like, Mr. Holmes.

But there can
be no man living

who fears death
less than I do now.

What where your plans?

I was intending to bury
myself in Central Africa.

My work there is
but half done.

Go and do the other half.

I, for one, am not
prepared to stop you.

God bless you,

both of you.

Not for the first
time, Holmes,

you presume to take the
law into your hands.

I have never loved

but if I did

and if the woman
I had loved

had met with such an end

I might act even as our

lawless lion-hunter
has done.

Wouldn't you?

Yes, I suppose so

but that's
not the point.

The point is why
should I do the work

of the official police?

And as your very
fond of telling me,

I'm on holiday!

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