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05 Sherlock Holmes In Washington English.

Your name please?

William Easter.

Mr. William Easter?

Right.

Your passport please.

Do I have to go through
this rigmarole every time?

Regulations, sir.

Beastly nuisance I call it.

You'll receive your
American Visa in Lisbon.

Will there be time?

Definitely.

We've seemed to cut our time
pretty close, Sir Henry. Ha?

Have you a word Sir Henry?

- Do you wish to make any comments, sir?
- Nothing at the present.

Sir Henry, what is your destination
New York or Washington?

I'm sorry,
I have nothing to say.

Sir Henry Marchmont
official business.

Oh, Sir Henry Marchmont.

- Sir Henry.
- Thank You.

- Good luck, Sir Henry.
- Thanks, I may need it.

Shall I take your case, sir?

Definitely not.

Sorry, gentlemen.

I say, you think
the old boy carried

the fate of the empire
in that little black case.

Perhaps he does.

Times up, boys.
Roll it away. Lively now.

Hey just a moment,
you are shy one passenger.

Hold on.

Wait a bit.

Wait I say.

- I've got passage.
- Yes. Your name sir?

Grayson's the name,
John Grayson,

senior clerk
Farlow Nash and Farlow,

solicitor of Chancery Lane.

You've got it all there.
Everything quite regular.

Sorry to delay you,

missed the bus
had to take a taxi.

- Fearful nuisance.
- Yes, sir. Hop aboard will you, we're late now.

Thanks.

Thanks awfully. Sorry to delay.

- Thank you.
- Right, old boy. Put her away.

Excuse me, sir.
I'm awfully sorry.

It's quite all right.

I've no sense of balance,
none whatever.

Thanks.

Clumsy of me.

No sense of balance.
That's what it is.

The effects of the inner ear,
I fancy.

And when I read that you were in
route to Washington, Sir Henry,

I just couldn't rest
until I found you.

Now dear, when can you
dine with us?

Very kind Mrs. Jellison I'll put
you first on my unofficial list.

Oh, I have a much better idea.

You must let me put you up
during your stay.

- Thanks very much but...
- Washington is so crowded.

I'll put you in the blue room.

Come in.

Thank you, sir.

But if Sir Henry isn't the one
who is?

I don't know.

But Sir Henry received a cable
from London tipping him off.

It's up to us to find
the real British agent

before this train
reaches Washington.

Yeah.

Whoever got the document
will be protected there.

If Sir Henry
isn't carrying it...

I've got it.

Besides Sir Henry and myself

only one man's come
all the way from London.

A chap called Grayson,
John Grayson.

Well, then Grayson's are man.

Grayson's carrying the document

while Sir Henry is
being used as a decoy.

It's so old it's new.

When Grayson leaves the club
car and goes to get his luggage

that's our cue.

We know what to do, Easter.

Good.

That's Grayson
standing at the bar,

the little fellow.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Don't give it thought, brother.

I'm in politics,
I'm used to hard knocks.

I'm Henry Babcock,
Senator Babcock.

How do you do? John Grayson.

Sit down, Grayson.

Have a glass of grape juice
from my home state.

Used to know a man named
Grayson. Mighty fine man.

He was murdered.

Two grapes, George.

Fine, sir.

This book has got me
all confused.

I do wish you'd set me straight
on the international situation.

Rather large order I'm afraid.

Oh, you're so right, Sir Henry.

One must take the broader
view I always say.

Another grape juice, Grayson,

you can't have too many
vitamins I always say.

Thanks, Senator
but if you don't mind

I'll have a whiskey and soda.

Why sure.

- George, bring them over, will you?
- Yes, sir.

Let's get a chair.
I was built for comfort.

Solid little beggars.

Kept some myself as a lad,

till mother got a cat.

Shh.

Don't say C-A-T.

Oh, sorry.

- Permit me, ma'am.
- Oh, thank you. You're very kind, I'm sure.

Pardon me, sir.

Here we are.

Porter.

Yes, sir.

Are we on time?

Yes, sir. We'll be in
Washington in twenty-minutes.

By the way Grayson,
what's your line?

Line?

Yeah, what business you in?
What's your racket?

Oh, I represent a
London legal firm.

Farlow, Nash and Farlow.

Farlow?

I used to know a man
named Farlow.

No, no it was Marlow. Couldn't
have been the same fellow.

No, I suppose not.

I've been making a tour
of my state

getting the opinions
of the home folks.

Taking a lot of their ideas
back to Washington.

I'd like to hear more
of your activities, Senator.

Give me your address, sir

and I'll have all my
speeches mailed to you.

You're quite too kind, sir.

Sorry, I have no card.

Oh, porter.

Yes, miss?

Permit me.

Thank you very much.

Not at all.

I'll be at this address
for the next week or so,

I hope.

Thank you.

I'll get my papers together.

Pleasant meeting, my friend.

Better look me up in Washington.

I'll just get my bag.

Thank you, thank you.

Oh, I forgot to pay George.
Excuse me, sir.

Everybody be calm.
Just a little blackout.

Keep your seats.

Don't get excited.
Just a little blackout.

Keep your seats.

Mice!

Oh, dear. All gone.

Peter!

- Peter.
- Nancy, darling.

I didn't dream
you'd be able to meet me.

I got leave.

- Oh, darling, that's wonderful.
- Just three days.

Oh, that's awful.

We haven't a second to lose.

First thing I did...

- Was get this.
- Oh, darling.

This finger.

Well I haven't had
much experience.

Look, day after tomorrow your
aunt's giving us a reception

until then you and I are going
to be a couple of busy people.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Goodbye.

Who's your boyfriend?

You needn't worry.

He just lit a cigarette for me.

This is the BBC News Bureau

broadcasting from London.

At this time we present our regular
morning summary of the news.

A British subject has disappeared
under curious circumstances.

John Grayson,

senior clerk in the firm of
Farlow Nash and Farlow,

solicitors, Chancery Lane,

has not arrived at his firm's
representatives in Washington.

Foul play is suspected.

Deplorable, simply deplorable.

It's the sort of thing that
shakes your faith, by George.

I say, Holmes, shakes your
faith in everything.

You alarm me, Watson.

I've never seen you affected
by the news however startling.

Startling, my dear fellow,
it's devastating.

Seen the scores?

The Navy got 428
for six wickets.

Against the Army at Lords.

May I draw your attention to the
fact that really momentous things

are happening
in the world today?

I know all about that.
I'll get to them later on.

Excuse me.

- Mind my egg, old boy.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

With your consuming
interest in the game

I'm surprised that you've
changed your mind

about running up to Lord's
cricket grounds this afternoon.

Well, it can't be helped.
I had to put it off...

How did you know
I'd changed my mind?

Elementary, my dear Watson.

Invariably when you
go to a cricket match

you fill your flask
with my best whiskey.

Just now I noted in passing
that the flask was empty.

A single whiff informed me that
it had been recently filled,

obviously after filling it,

you would pour the contents
back into the bottle,

therefore you would have changed
your mind about a cricket match.

You amaze me, Holmes.
You're positively... amazing.

Come in, Mrs. Hudson.

Oh, excuse me, Mr. Holmes,
there's a gentleman

and he's very insistent.

Well I do declare, he followed
me right up the stairs.

Didn't I ask you to wait?

My good woman,
you may ask me to wait

but not the British Empire.

Mr. Holmes,
I must talk to you immediately.

How are you, Mr. Ahrens?

That will be all now.
Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

My good woman indeed. Huh.

Ahrens?
I seem to know that name.

Don't tell me, my dear Watson,

that you don't recognize
Mr. Ahrens of the home office.

Why yes, of course. I knew you
the moment you came in.

- How are you, Ahrens?
- How do you do?

Did you see what the Navy did
to the Army at Lords yesterday?

All right Watson,
go on with your breakfast.

Bad show. 428/6 wickets.

Mr. Holmes, I am here on a
matter of the utmost secrecy.

I assure you, Mr. Ahrens that Doctor
Watson is the very sole of discretion.

Won't you sit down?

By the by, Watson

please be so good as to keep tapping
on the table with your knife.

Tapping on the table
with a knife?

It will break the wavelength if by any
chance there's a dictograph in the walls.

Oh, really?

- Cigarette?
- No, thank you.

You can stop now, Watson.

Well, Mr. Ahrens

I take it you have called on me
in connection with the kidnapping

of John Grayson
in America last night.

Why yes.

Yes, exactly.

Grayson was carrying a document
of a very confidential nature.

Indeed.

It's contents were of such
great international importance

that I am not at liberty
to reveal them

but if that document falls into
the hands of the enemy,

I can only say it will be
absolutely disastrous

for this government
and our allies.

For that reason

we did not wish to transport it
to Washington in the usual way.

So a regular King's messenger, Sir
Henry Marchmont, was dispatched.

- Not carrying the document of course.
- That's right.

- Sir Henry was the sort of...
- A decoy shall we say?

Precisely.

The document was
actually entrusted

to a reliable but insignificant
man in our secret service.

On his arrival in Washington

he was to make himself
known to Sir Henry

and deliver the document.

Now not even Sir Henry knew
that this man, Pettibone,

who travelled under the name
of John Grayson,

was the real messenger.

- Pettibone?
- Yes.

- Alfred Pettibone?
- Yes.

Good man. None better.

I've worked with him often.

I hope you may be able to
work with him again.

But he's completely
disappeared, he's vanished,

gone without leaving a trace.

I can see the possibility of serious
ramifications in his disappearance.

Exactly.

So far we've been able to keep
the knowledge of our loss

from both the American
and British public.

Holmes, you must retrieve
that document

before it can be used
against us.

Of course the Washington Police
have been notified

of Grayson's disappearance

but even they don't know that
he was carrying the document.

Now, that's about all the detail
I'm at liberty to give you.

Well, if they've got Grayson,
that is Pettibone,

- they must got the papers!
- Not necessarily, Watson.

It doesn't follow because they got
the man, they got the document.

What form is this document in?

It was typed
on two sheets of legal paper.

Two sheets?
That's too bulky to swallow.

And dry, Watson, cheerfully dry.

Especially legal papers.

Well, whatever shape
the document was in

I trust Pettibone
to get rid of it

before anyone could
lay hands on him.

The document must be found before it
falls into the hands of our enemies.

I'm here on behalf of
His Majesty's government

who urges you to find it.

That means going to Washington,
of course.

With all possible speed.

A bomber is waiting for you
at Creighton.

- Goodbye, Doctor Watson.
- Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye, Ahrens.

- Goodbye, Holmes. Good luck.
- Thanks very much.

We're relying on you.

Well, Watson

we're off to Washington at once.

America, I say that's exciting.
I've never seen a game of baseball.

- Let's go and start packing at once...
- Presently.

First, I'd like to take a look
at the home of Alfred Pettibone.

Come along, Watson.

Why Doctor Watson,
what a surprise.

And Mr. Holmes,
won't you come in?

Thank you.

I'm frightfully sorry

but you've won't find my son in
he's gone to Washington.

Some business or other.

Poor fellow I'm afraid
that he'll never...

never get used to
the climate over there.

Would you mind if we
looked over your son's room?

- Why of course, it's upstairs.
- Thank you.

Some friends tell me it's very,
very muggy, very sticky.

You'll find it's like
Philadelphia...

You'll find his room in a
dreadful pickle, Mr. Holmes.

Quite messy he is.

If I so much as
put my nose inside,

as if I cared anything about
his silly old collection.

This fellow, Pettibone, seems
a curious sort of a fellow.

Sort of a collector
of collections.

Postage stamps,

military buttons,

butterfly, oh, bugs,

snapshots,

all sorts of rubbish.

Yes, I shall write a
monograph some day

on the noxious habit
of accumulating useless trivia.

Please be so good as
to stop pacing, Watson.

You distract me.

All right, all right.

Unless I'm greatly mistaken,
our friend Pettibone,

did not carry two pages of legal
paper when he left this room.

I wouldn't be too sure, Holmes.

Ashes are deceptive you know?

On the contrary,
my dear, Watson.

The rag used on
artificial documents

leads an ash
that is unmistakable.

Oh, do stop pacing!

I'm not pacing.
I haven't moved an inch.

I'm sorry, old fellow. My error.

Must be Mrs. Pettibone,

heavy woman, light on her feet.

Doesn't follow.

Our friend seems to be
quite a camera enthusiast.

What's this?

Cook F / 1 .5,
that's a very fast lens.

F / 3.5,

and a Sommer.

Copying set up.

American match folders.

That's right, U.S.A.

Now why would Pettibone want
American match folders in his work?

And a microscope,
most interesting.

What's this?

Watson this microscope was last
used for examining microfilm.

I'm beginning to see
the pattern.

It stopped now.

Did you know that the letters
of our soldiers overseas

are being photographed
on microfilm

so that one carrier pigeon can carry
the equivalent of 18,000 letters?

Oh really?

We had a carrier pigeon
in the last war.

- Back in 1915 belonging to the Brigade Signal Corp.
- Did you?

Yeah, the poor bird kept flying round
and round in circles all day long.

Found out later on
that it was cross-eyed.

Tragic thing.

Where are you going, huh?

Oh, dark room, huh?

This is what I was looking for.

This projector magnifies tremendously
anything placed on the slide

like this piece of microfilm.

Understand?

Can't say I do exactly, no.

Wait a minute.

I'll show you what he's
photographed.

Well, it's that match folder.

Why did he want to
photograph that for?

Probably to line up
his equipment

before he photographed
the document.

- We got him, Watson.
- Oh, have we?

Yes.

Come along.

All is clear as mud to me.

Just as I thought,

this document has been
reduced to microfilm

to make its
concealment possible.

Alfred Pettibone is a
most ingenious fellow.

A bulky document is obviously
difficult to conceal

but two pages of a state paper,
photographed on microfilm,

would be reduced to a size
no larger than a stamp.

Slitting a match folder
with this a...

With this razor blade.

Pettibone placed the now
minute document inside,

stuck it together again
and there he had it.

An American match folder,
rare in London

but completely inconspicuous
in the United States.

Do you mean to say were off to America
just to look for a match folder?

It's a big country.

A big country, Watson

and a small match folder.
Come along.

Did you find what you were
looking for, Mr. Holmes?

Yes, thank you, Mrs. Pettibone.

By the by you haven't been
up on the roof

in the last twenty minutes
have you?

Why no.
What made you think that...

- Well, we distinctly heard footsteps...
- Nonsense, Watson,

- it was the house settling.
- Gracious yes.

Such popping and groaning,
we're quite used to it.

Thank you.

- Goodbye, Mr. Holmes.
- Goodbye, Mrs. Pettibone.

- Goodbye, Doctor Watson.
- Goodbye.

So sorry you missed Alfred.

I'll tell him the minute
he gets back.

Gets back?
Oh yes, yes, yes of course.

Goodbye again, Mrs. Pettibone.

Just a minute, Watson.

That was no accident
I assure you, Watson.

Well, aren't you going to
find out who did it?

Time's too precious now.

At least I know they've learned
of my entry into the case.

They? Who are they?

The same group that took Alfred Pettibone
off the train on his way to Washington.

A group that will stop
at nothing

to get their hands on
the document he carried.

Their leader is a clever,
resourceful criminal

who seems to have sources
of information from everywhere.

That means a
worldwide organization

- who'll stop at nothing, you say.
- Quite.

That's why we must get
our bags and ourselves

aboard that bomber
without delay.

We're opposed by an adversary
worthy of our best efforts.

At present he has
all the advantages.

Even that of being only a
merciless, nameless shadow.

Think of it, Watson,

in a few hours we'll be
flying out over the Atlantic.

We're flying over New York, sir.

New York, eh?

Yes, sir.

We've been cleared by radio,
non-stop Washington.

What is that book that so
engrosses your attention, Watson?

A book on the quaint customs
and manners of America.

We must be half way across and I've
only got to page thirty-seven.

For your information,
my dear fellow,

we are now flying over New York.

Flying over New York?

Good gracious me.

Extraordinary.

This is the embassy car,
Mr. Holmes.

You're being very helpful,
Mr. Lang.

Detective Lieutenant Grogan
of the Washington Police.

- How do you do?
- Welcome to Washington.

Thank you. This is my associate
Doctor Watson.

- How do you do, sir?
- How are you?

I suppose I should say,
how are you, buddy?

What's... what's cooking?

Oh, come along, Watson.

Oh, it says it here in the book.
Oh, what's cooking?

Grogan's in charge of
investigating the Grayson case

for the Washington Police.

Any new developments Grogan?

None, Mr. Holmes.

I'd be glad let you have
our complete file

and of course
we'll cooperate in every way.

Thank you.
I shall appreciate your help,

especially as I'm unfamiliar
with your country.

Oh yes, of course,
this is your first visit.

Oh, there's the
Lincoln Memorial.

Most impressive.

Oh, by the by, Mr. Lang,

thank you for your cablegram.

I received it
just before I left London.

Cable? I sent no cable.

About our reservations
at the Hotel Metropole.

Why no, we thought you'd
stay at the Embassy of course.

Look at that.

Well, since some strange person

has taken such an extraordinary
interest in my welfare

I think I shall stay
at the Hotel Metropole.

Oh, Mr. Holmes, there's the
Washington Monument.

There's the Capitol, Mr. Holmes.

Magnificent.

- We're expecting you, Mr. Holmes.
- Thank you.

I've questioned everybody known to have been
in that club car, as a matter of course.

Sir Henry Marchmont confirms

that Grayson had contact only
with the people on this list.

Now he had a drink with
Senator Babcock

and he chatted with a Miss Pringle
about some mice she had in a cage

and then he picked up a book
dropped by a Mrs. Jellison.

Not very much to go on.

How many of these people
have been attacked already?

I've heard about your
deductions, Mr. Holmes.

Well, Senator Babcock was held
up on his way from the station

but nothing taken.

Mrs. Jellison's home
was ransacked that night.

And she found the book
that she carried from the train

literally torn to bits.

That's right.

Miss Pringle?

Miss Pringle said someone
released the mice from the cage

that during the night sometime

and she found the cage
torn apart.

What happened to the mice
I wonder?

An intriguing line of thought, Watson,
but not essential to the case.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Apparently, Grogan, they're
still looking for the document.

I'd very much like to have
a look at that club car.

Well that will be easy,

- I had the car held on the side in the rail road yards.
- Good.

But we searched the car
thoroughly, Mr. Holmes.

We couldn't find a thing.

What are you doing? What's this?

Mr. Holmes your trunk.

Trunk? I have no trunk.

It says right there.

"To Sherlock Holmes,
Hotel Metropole."

How was this trunk delivered?

An express man brought it, sir.

What's the name of the company?

Do you remember
the license number?

Well, naturally I didn't notice
that, I just signed for it.

All right, thank you,
that'll do.

Well, this trunk's not locked.

Great Scott!

Poor chap.

- You recognize him, Mr. Holmes?
- Yes.

Who was he?

The man were looking for,
John Grayson.

His real name is
Alfred Pettibone,

British Secret Service.

Why should they send
the body here?

Obviously to frighten us.

Or, to tell us they know that
Sherlock Holmes is on the case.

Gentlemen, they knew
we are on the case

as early as their attempt
on our lives in London.

They're much too
intelligent to believe

that a corpse would frighten
a trained detective.

No, I rather think they
intended this as a message

and they wanted to be sure

that I'd be here at the
Hotel Metropole to receive it.

Message? What do you mean?

They want us to believe
that they found the document

and therefore have
no further use for Grayson.

Well, if that's true
then we're done for.

I'm not so sure that it
is true, Watson.

If they have the document why are
they wasting time sending me this?

No. It's an attempt to
throw me off the track.

Grogan, you have a police
laboratory of course?

Certainly.

I'll see what I can find out
about the body.

Yes, whatever marks it reveals
and the trunk.

A microscopic examination,

everything about it, the lining,

the blanket in which the
body is wrapped, everything.

Let nothing escape.

We have the best police laboratories
in the world, Mr. Holmes.

I beg your pardon,
Lieutenant Grogan,

you see I'm so accustomed to
working quite alone

at my lodgings on Baker Street

that I sometimes forget the
more modern scientific methods

so particularly effective
here in America.

Well, if there's anything there
they'll find it, Mr. Holmes.

While you're doing that I'll
take a look at the club car.

Coming, Watson?

Here we are, Mr. Holmes.
I have the porter as you asked

and the rail road company's sent
Mr. Moore to unlock for us.

- Delighted.
- How do you do?

Very good, let's go in.

This way gentlemen.

Well.

It looks as if the police
have made a thorough search.

Whoever did it,
it wasn't the police.

There have been visitors here
since our friend Grogan.

My goodness, look at our car.

Talk about a blitz.

I say Holmes, if Grayson hid
anything in this car

it certainly isn't here now.

Not necessarily, Watson.

If you will help me put this
place in some kind of order.

Yes sir, boss.

This would go about here
I imagine.

Yeah. That's it boss.

And, wait a minute.

Yeah, that's certainly
more like it, yes sir.

Thank you. That will be all.

Watson, will you be
Mr. Grayson for a moment?

Grayson?

If you want me to, old man.

- What do you want me to do?
- You're having a drink at the bar.

Oh, drink, not a bad idea.
Drink at the bar.

Bring me a whiskey and soda
will you Stewart?

Stewart?

Sorry Doctor Watson
but the bar's closed.

He says the bar's closed.

According to Grogan's reconstruction
of the scene, let me see...

Yes.

Grayson pauses at the bar

while Senator Babcock moves
across and sits down here.

Do you mind being Senator
Babcock for the moment, Watson?

Going up in the world.

Sit down please.

Now, Miss Pringle
is seated there.

Over here, Watson.

Hmm?

Now I'm Miss Pringle?

That's right, the mouse woman.

Oh, the mouse woman.

Watson, over here please.

No, not there, not there,
that's Senator Babcock.

Oh, pardon me, Senator.

Sit down please.

Now you're Mrs. Jellison.

Oh, excuse me, Mr. Holmes,
he ain't Mrs. Jellison.

- He's the young lady.
- What?

Sir Henry Marchmont
was sitting right here

and Mrs. Jellison
was right here.

She is sort of a big, fat lady.

What did Grayson do with her
that attracted your attention

so particularly to
Mrs. Jellison?

The little man he
retrieved her book.

And the young lady sitting here?

Didn't she converse
with the little man?

No, sir.

That young lady didn't have
no converse with no one.

When the little man
lit her cigarette

she sat back and said,
"Thank you very much."

But you have matches
here for your customers.

Oh yes, she called me
and I saw her cigarette

and I knew she wanted a match.

And Grayson used
one of his own matches?

Well, uh...

Oh yes, he took a folder
from his coat pocket.

Did he put the match folder
back in his pocket

or, did he give it
to the young lady?

Why I don't remember,
I was fairly busy.

Try to remember!

Oh, if I should try
till doomsday

I couldn't rightly say just what
happened to that match folder.

- Oh yes, I remember just one important thing.
- What?

When the little man
lit her cigarette

he said something peculiar.

What was it?

He said, "Permit me."

Oh.

Well...

Well gentlemen, I'm extremely
grateful to all of you.

It's all we can do
for the present I think.

Since the place was torn to bits,
after the murder of Grayson,

the attacks on Senator Babcock,
Mrs. Jellison, Miss Pringle,

I'm convinced that the document left
the club car long before these events

but how?

By whom?

And who was the
mysterious young lady

whose cigarette Grayson lighted?

Did anyone meet the young lady?

He sure did.

He, who's he?

Tall, handsome and in uniform.

I see. I suppose you wouldn't
remember what kind of a uniform?

I certainly would.
Lieutenant, Navy flyer.

My boy's in the Army,

- he's going to be a flyer too.
- Splendid.

Did you happen to hear
them say anything?

Oh, I didn't happen I just
couldn't help hearing it.

Well, what did they say?

Oh yes, they said they had
three day leave,

they had to move fast before the
big party her Aunt was given them.

And then too
he put a ring on her finger

and they both looked
mighty happy.

Just the way you look right now.

And the way I'm looking myself.

Come on, Watson.

That's the girl.

I curled her hair.
I could swear to it.

Is the address there?

All there. Right in our laps.

And also right into the lap
of Sherlock Holmes.

That's the least of our worries.

The head could handle
ten like Holmes.

I hope so.

But don't underrate
that Englishman.

I have several friends who did.

They now grace some of the best
prisons in England.

Yes, sir?

I talked to the catering company
it's quite all right.

They could hardly refuse me.

It's the Acton Company.

The Acton Catering Company.

Yes, sir. I know what to do.

Pop over there.

You're going to work for
the catering company?

Right.

When you get in the house
find out all you can.

- Cady?
- Yes.

You're to go as a guest.

- Will it be safe?
- It will have to be.

I'll try and get in
the girl's room.

Unless you hear from me
carry on as we planned.

Oh.

Flash Gordon.

Seems a very capable fellow.

Sports pages, hmm.

These Brooklyn fellows seem
to be arguing with the umpire.

Sorted thing.

What are you eating, Watson?

Gum.

Oh, put it away.

Never seen you take an interest
in the society columns before.

It's a concern I'll drop at
once I assure you, Watson.

Huh?

You find what you're
looking for?

Well, how'd you know
this is the girl?

It would be an extraordinary
coincidence wouldn't it

if more than one Naval
lieutenant in Washington

were to become engaged in the last
few days to a girl from New York

who's aunt was giving them
the reception?

By Jove, you must be right.

She's a pretty girl.

Yes.

She's walking around
with dynamite in her handbag.

635 Waldorf Place.

Who is it?

It's me Pete.

You can't come up here.

I did though.

One gets you two.

Ah, that party's going to be
awfully dull after this.

Let's not go.

Let's go away and get married.

You've only got one more day.

That's an idea.

Nah, we can't do that to Anne.

I'll tell you,

let's sneak a look
at the new apartment.

It was awful sweet of Anne
to give us

the whole floor of this house
for our apartment.

The least we can do is let her
have the fun of showing it to us.

Okay. Let's face the party.

I'll get my bag.

Thank you.

Oh, no you don't.
That's the way I got them.

Oh, how do you do?
So glad you come.

This is Mrs...
Oh dear, what is your name?

- Muxton.
- Of course I know it as well as my own.

- And this is Mrs. Vail.
- How do you do?

Isn't it?

Quite.

Oh, of course.

Any luck?

Not yet.

That must be Lieutenant Merriam
and Miss Pattridge over there.

Certainly glad to hear the
news, Pete. Congratulations.

Well, thank you, Major.
Thank you.

You're a lucky guy, Pete.

I'll see you later.

Third floor, first door.

Right.

I'll wait there
you bring him up.

Thank you, sir.

A toast to the happy couple.

A toast.

Very good.

Happy landings.

- May I have one of those?
- Me too.

Thank you.

- Lieutenant Merriam?
- Hmm?

Telephone, sir.
Navy department calling.

Oh yes, be right back.

- Lead on McDuff.
- This way, sir.

Matches, match me darling.

Dig them up.

Thank you.

Oh, Pete hold it.

- You can keep them, Major.
- Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

- Not for me, thank you.
- No thank you.

Why up here?

They said it was private.

There's a phone in here, sir.

Hey it's my new apartment.

Miss Pattridge didn't want me to
see it till after it was finished.

Here you are, sir.

Quite a smell of paint, sir.

In here, sir.

Thank you.

Okay now.

We should get some action, Sir Henry,
with Sherlock Holmes in Washington.

Yes.

I don't mind telling you
I'd give anything

to get my hands
on that document.

Yes, I know.

Or at least know that
it's in safe hands.

Thank you.

Engaged today
and married tomorrow.

No thanks.

Have you a match?

- Miss Pattridge?
- Yes?

Lieutenant Merriam asked if you
would come to the new apartment.

But he's not supposed
to see it yet.

The new apartment?

He must think you're
already married.

Yes. I don't dare
let that man out of my sight.

- Excuse me will you please?
- Surely.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

May I?

Thank you.

This way please.

Oh, I know the way, thank you.

Peter.

Where are you?

- Well, here we are, Grogan.
- Awe, good connections.

We'd better go into the party.

Well, I think you'd better
go in first, Mr. Holmes,

I'm not very good at
this sort of thing.

I think you do all right.

It's the only possible
explanation.

Mrs. Pattridge,
forgive my intruding,

but is your niece the kind of girl who
would just disappear in this manner

of her own free will?

Ordinarily, of course not.

But the girl's in love.

In love.

Well of course,
if they're in love that's...

Even so,

they'd naturally tell you
of their destination.

Really, I've no idea.

Oh, but they'll be back here
again tomorrow.

You see, I prepared
an apartment for them

an entire floor in this house.

By the by Mrs. Pattridge,

I gather the rug you ordered
for the apartment

was not entirely satisfactory?

Oh, those tiresome workmen.

I told them not to come in here
this afternoon but they did.

And walked out with the rug,

which they no doubt informed
you had been sent by mistake

and would be replaced tomorrow.

- Yes, but however did you know that?
- Quick, show me the apartment!

Yes, there were two rugs there.

One for the living room
and one for the dining room.

Well you're workman wear
rubber sole shoes do they not?

Oh yes, always.
Their company requires them to.

Nevertheless, there have been
leather heels on this floor

and a woman's heels,
very recently I should say.

They're not yours,
Mrs. Pattridge

but recently enough

so that no dust has had time
to settle on the imprints.

Stay over there please.

There seems to have been
a struggle over there.

A woman's footprints disappear and
a man's leather heels come round,

and stop there.

Either she was carried out
in the carpet or else...

Where's that door lead to?

Why, it's a dressing room.

Perhaps an ordinary
skeleton key.

Try it.

Watson, this is a matter for
you I'm afraid.

Excuse me.

- Who is it?
- Is it Merriam?

- Peter!
- Take it easy, Mrs. Partridge.

Let the doctor examine him.

How is he, Watson?

Nasty crack on the head.

Nothing serious, thank heavens.

Is there somewhere
where he can lie down?

Of course.

Poor Peter. Take him to my room.

Here, put your arm
around my neck.

That's it, old chap.

- Mr. Holmes you must find Nancy.
- Quite.

Poor Peter.

That girl disappeared
right from under our noses.

It's unbelievable.

- I better try to trace that truck.
- That won't lead us anywhere.

Our antagonist is too
clever for that

but the girl must be
found immediately.

You're sure the police chemist
found nothing definite

in their examination
of the trunk?

Not one thing
pertinent to the case.

What about Grayson's body and
the blanket it was wrapped in?

Nothing.

Every object connected
with this case

has some kind of story to tell.

Do you think they'd mind if...

- The laboratory is completely at your disposal, Mr. Holmes.
- Thank you.

Doctor Watson and I
will go there at once.

The usual findings
on the trunk, Mr. Holmes.

Bought in Washington,
been banged about a good deal,

all labels removed.

- And the body?
- No marks of any kind.

Very well.

If you need me call.

Thank you.

Watson, please.

Just tidying up a bit.

This blanket is beginning
to tell me many things.

Oh really, you don't say so.

It only remains to
translate them properly.

Yes, just as I thought.

This blanket has had
a most varied history.

It's been on a many
a sea voyage.

The latest not six months ago.

Since then it has been used to
wrap a multiplicity of objects.

Carvings of teak wood,

candle snuffers made
of pewter and...

- And furniture.
- Furniture?

Yes.

Teak wood leaves
an unmistakable stain.

Pewter rubs off easily

and there is evidences
of wax drippings

but what particularly
concerns us, Watson

is the furniture.

Most likely a chair.

Louis the XV,
in yellow and maroon satin.

What do all these things
suggest to you, Watson?

Well, I would say an aunt of mine,
Matilda, who lives in Brighton.

Very old fashioned.

- Very aged.
- Exactly.

Antiques.

We've a lot of ground to cover
before nightfall.

Ground? What ground?

If necessary, every
antique shop in Washington.

A-A-N-T-I, here we are antiques.

Antiques?

Well what connection is there,

Louis the XV's chair
with this Pattridge girl?

This sliver of wood
came from a Louis the XV chair

that had once been
wrapped in that blanket.

From other evidences
the blanket supplies

I deduced that it's been used
in an antique shop

and whoever controls
those antiques

- murdered Grayson and kidnapped the girl.
- What?

That's it, Watson.

Come along,

before the girl's kidnapper
becomes her murderer.

Holmes, I'm fed up with
all this shopping for antiques.

We must keep searching, Watson,
the girl's in grave danger.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Oh sorry, what is it, Holmes?

This isn't the place
it seems to be.

Look, Watson.

Those cabinets,
obviously imitation

and yet there priced as
if they were authentic.

Buyer beware
and all that aye, Holmes.

Watson,
I feel certain this is it.

This is my purse.

May I?

Thank you.

What kind of a joke is this?

Oh, don't bother to answer you
can tell the police all about it.

And you shall I promise you.

There are no police here haven't
you noticed we are quite alone.

I sent for you
to ask you a few questions.

You always send a rug
for your guests?

That's a very nice rug,
Miss Pattridge.

It's not my idea
of a method of transportation.

No, I'm sorry about that but
I'm afraid it was unavoidable.

But why?

You've no right
to bring me here like this.

I've always found it wise
to take what rights I can get.

Miss Pattridge you have a
document, which I must have.

Document? I have no document.

It won't do you any good
to deny it.

But I do deny it. I don't know
what you're talking about.

You'll remain a prisoner
until you produce it.

How can I produce it
when I haven't got it?

But you have.

You'll observe that on the train

you had contact with a little
British agent named Grayson.

He gave you something,
where is it?

But I hardly even
noticed the man.

I wouldn't even had
remembered him

if I hadn't seen his
picture in the paper.

He disappeared or something.

He's dead, Miss Pattridge.

Oh.

Now will you tell me
what I want to know?

But I can't.

You won't.

I can't I tell you.

Let me out of here.
He gave me nothing.

That's strange because
I know he spoke to you.

There's something very curious
about that door up there.

To open it you'll have to know
the combination.

But I tell you, I spoke to no
one on that train.

Well didn't that little man
try to be attentive to you?

Oh he, he may have offered the usual
courtesies. I don't even remember.

I see.

I'm sorry.

Won't you smoke one of these?

Thank you.

And you're quite sure
he said nothing at all to you?

Of course I'm sure.

Permit me.

And your certain that
nothing passed between you?

I'm certain.

Mr. Howell please.

I must ask you to trust me
with your bag a little longer.

I have an eccentric interest
in the linings of purses,

it's a foible.

Ah, you know Mr. Howe I believe.

Mr. Howe is a gentleman
of unusual accomplishments.

Under his influence I've known people to
talk fluently who never talked before.

But I don't know anything
I tell you, nothing!

Nothing, I swear it!

I don't know anything!

You stay out here.
I'll go inside.

I'll assume the character
of an eccentric art collector.

As soon as I'm convinced that this
is the place were looking for

I'll signal to you

and you get Grogan
and bring him here on the run

but don't take any time, an
extra second may cost a life.

No madam,
I don't know who she is

but notice the modelling. It has
good symmetry, good lines.

Oh, I'll be right with you, sir.

Thank you,
I'll just take a look around.

What an extraordinary cabinet.

Spanish.

Moorish influence.

Imitation of course.

It is not an imitation,
it's authentic.

Oh, come now, my dear man.

Ah, may I see
some of these ceramics?

Those aren't for sale.

They're Ming vases mostly and
they haven't been marked yet.

Well, naturally that's of
very little consequence,

you see, if they're genuine

I can tell to within a shilling

what the international
price might be.

If you please, sir.
There are other customers.

Oh yes, yes of course.

Well, I'll just look around.

Ah, what a very interesting
collection of pewter.

That will be
five hundred dollars.

Now would you just give me the
address where you want it sent?

Yes. Mrs. J. Wellington, Junior,

Duponte Circle.

Good night.

Good night. I'll have it sent
out in the morning.

Oh dear, oh dear.

I'm most terribly sorry.

You've broken one of our
best pieces, sir.

Ming Dynasty.

Tang dynasty not Ming.
Definitely not Ming.

It is my business to know, sir.

The pottery is Ming

and worth twenty-three
hundred dollars.

As were closing for the evening I
must ask you to settle at once.

Nonsense, my good man.

Tang pottery is worth
six hundred dollars at best.

- Just a moment please.
- Yes, of course.

Hello.

What's going on out there?

A customer dropped a
valuable piece of pottery.

I'll finish with him
immediately.

How could you say
that it's Ming?

Twenty-three hundred
fiddlesticks.

You ask twenty-three
hundred dollars

for something that's worth
no more than six hundred.

- I demand to see the proprietor.
- Now wait a minute.

There are bureaus for the
protection of innocent customers.

Show me to the owner
of this establishment

or I'll turn the entire affair
to my legal representative.

- Ming indeed.
- Just a minute.

What skulduggery.

I mean to put an end to it
this very night.

Ming for Tang indeed
and I won't be put off.

Call the proprietor immediately!

Very well, just a minute.

Yes?

This man's mad.
An eccentric collector.

I can't get rid of him. Insists
on seeing you in person.

All right. Stall him for a half-minute
then send him into my office.

I'll get rid of him and quickly.

Now Howe, no screams
until the customer's gone.

You get downstairs.

Yes, sir.

I'm most frightfully sorry...

I'm most frightfully sorry
about the vase but,

but really sir, you're clerk is guilty
of attempting the most obvious fraud.

You see he tried to convince me
that I'd broken a Ming pottery.

And anyone could see
that it belonged to Tang era.

Its value is no more than
six hundred dollars.

All right, you pay him the six hundred
we'll call the matter settled.

Oh.

Oh, thank you very much, sir.
Thank you.

I'll send you my check
in the morning.

I... I see you know the London
value of these pieces.

It's my business.

Exactly. Yes. Exactly.

You know,
I think you're just the man

to help me find some furniture
I'm anxious to get.

I'm most frightfully bored with the
usual conglomeration of pieces

that we can pick up
on the other side.

What do you really want
Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

Herr Heinrich Hinckel

or as you now call yourself
Mr. Richard Stanley.

In 1914, secret agent
of the German Kaiser.

Since then,

head of the most insidious international
spy ring that ever existed.

You're wrong.

A case of mistaken identity.

I've been a respected member of this
community for a great many years.

I deal in antiques because of
their rarity and beauty.

Merely a device to cover
up your real business

of transporting secret information
to the enemies of this country.

Very interesting but just a
figment of your imagination.

I am a very busy man,
Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Where is Nancy Pattridge?

You're not looking for that girl
you're looking for a certain document.

Dear me, no.

The document's perfectly safe.

You see the man who has it
doesn't know he has it.

That's a very pretty tale
but quite untrue.

The only man who had any contact
with Grayson on the train

was Senator Babcock.

The Senator doesn't have
the document

we took the trouble to find out.

Permit me.

Thank you.

Perhaps you've been mislead
by the common notion regarding

the shape and bulk
of state papers.

They might easily
been reduced to a,

to a convenient size you know?

Say, a document no larger than
a, than a postage stamp.

A postage stamp, huh?

That's a very interesting theory
but not supported by the facts.

And quite beside the point.

Where's the girl?

She's not here of course but you're quite
at liberty to look around if you care too.

Thank you. I shall do so.

Interesting piece.

Spanish isn't it?

Moorish.

Oh, my error.

It's an amazing specimen

but I assure you won't find
what you're looking for there.

You stimulate my curiosity.

This might be interesting.

The Moors were an incredibly
inventive people weren't they?

Yes, it was in shocking
condition when I got hold of it

but I had it restored.

Very lively now
but old fashioned.

If that's the best you can do,
Mr. Stanley,

I think I may safely examine
the rest of the room.

- Help yourself.
- Thank you.

Take your hand away
from that drawer.

Why Mr. Holmes,

you didn't think
I was going to draw a weapon.

I never touch the things.

How odd to find you squeamish.

That connects only with
the shop.

You're very quick to say so

and yet a short while ago I saw
two other men in this room

and they didn't go back into the
shop so there must be another exit

and perhaps another room.

Yes, Mr. Stanley what is it?

Bring Miss Pattridge
here at once.

Excellent, Holmes.

I see your voice hasn't lost
its flexibility.

And my hand hasn't lost
it's cunning either.

When they come here

tell them to leave the girl
with you and to clear out.

You think I'll do that?

Yes, you will.

You're playing with lives
now Stanley.

Not just the girl's but
thousands, millions perhaps

and we don't intend to let one
man have that much power.

Not now,
not at any time in the future.

I'd prefer you alive to face the
retribution that's coming to you

but if I have to do it.

All right, Mr. Holmes,

I suppose we all must
meet our match sooner or later.

That's enough boys,
take your hands off him.

Well, Mr. Holmes?

Tell the clerk to go home and see
that the front door is locked.

Well, Mr. Stanley?

It's the last strike
that counts hey, Holmes?

I'll remind you of that later.

Miss Pattridge allow me to
present Mr. Sherlock Holmes,

the world famous detective.

He's come to rescue you.

I don't believe you.

Oddly enough
he's telling you the truth.

My name is Sherlock Holmes
and I did come here to help you

but I've seemed rather
to have missed it.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid you've had
a bad time.

Well that doesn't matter
its Peter,

they say they'll do something
to him if I don't tell them.

They say they've got him.

Cheer up, he's quite safe.

A tough customer like Peter

isn't disabled very long
by a clunk on the head.

He's all right.

All okay, Mr. Stanley.

Look here, Stanley
this girl knows nothing.

I promise she won't even
identify you.

Well, unfortunately
she knows enough to hang us,

so do you.

I'm surprised that you're
walking into a trap like this

but you see the position I'm in
and what has to be done.

Cady, Howe.

It will give me great pleasure to
attend to Mr. Holmes personally.

Easter the girl's yours.

It's the police.

Open up, this is the police.

Holmes where are you?
You all right?

Holmes! Holmes! Where are you?

Darling.

Thank heavens your safe.

Quick, Stanley's escaped.

All right boys bring them along.

Come on, Lieutenant.
Let's go, Doctor.

The Senate office building
double quick.

Come in.

I'm glad your safe Senator.

Safe? No man is safe.

Look at the way
my constituents snipe at me.

I don't recall seeing
your face before stranger.

I don't think we've met.

- Well, that explains it.
- My name is Sherlock Holmes.

Glad to know you, Holmes.
What's on your mind?

Senator Babcock,

I'm here to inform you
of great peril to your life.

Richard Stanley, a dangerous
criminal, is now on his way here.

Richard Stanley?

Why he's the most respectable citizen
in Washington has been for years.

What could Stanley
possibly want from me?

A document and under
the stamps of a letter

given to you
by chap named Grayson.

Grayson? Grayson?

Used to know a man
name... Grayson!

Why that's the fellow
that disappeared.

Say, I got that envelope
right here in my wallet.

Now what does Stanley think
could be under these stamps?

A secret document
of grave importance.

Reduced to microfilm

and concealed under these
very stamps.

Thank you very much, Mr. Holmes.

That's just what
I wanted to know.

I might have missed this microfilm
if you hadn't lead me to it.

I've seemed to have underestimated
your capabilities, Mr. Stanley.

Yes, Mr. Holmes, you're famous
powers of deduction and observation

made of very well
in Limehouse or Soho

but here in America I believe
you're out of your depth.

If so, the verdict of history
will be severe indeed.

You nervous, Sherlock Holmes?

I must confess to a
mark irritation.

Do you mind if I smoke?

Thank you.

The whole course of the world
might be changed

by your acquisition
of the microfilm.

It will be and for the better.

Have you a match?

You can keep those.

Thank you.

And now if you'll pardon me,
Mr. Holmes.

Why don't you do something, Holmes if
that thing so all fired important?

The English senator.

Cricket old boy,
always cool in the crisis.

The last trick, hey Holmes?

Yes, the last trick.

Say, you're a smart fellow,
Holmes.

- Here's the microfilm, Holmes.
- Thank you, Senator.

I say, Holmes.

This is the microfilm
with the document on it.

It'll be in the proper hands
within the hour.

As I told you Mr. Stanley,

the man who had it
didn't know he had it.

Well, come on let's go.

Well, it'll be nice to get home
to Baker Street, hey Holmes?

Yes, but this is a
great country, Watson.

It certainly is, my dear fellow.

Look, up there ahead,

the Capitol,

the very heart
of this democracy.

Democracy, the only hope
for the future, hey Holmes?

"It's not given to us to peer
into the mysteries of the future"

but in the days to come
the British and American people

will, for their own safety
and for the good of all,

"walk together in majesty,
and justice, and in peace."

That's magnificent.

I quite agree with you.

Not with me,

with Mr. Winston Churchill.

I was quoting from the speech
he made not so long ago

in that very building.