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Good evening, Mr. West.

Third-class
London Bridge.

Single or return?

Oh, it doesn't
matter, single.

Quickly,

quickly.

He's dead,

must have fallen
from the train.

Yeah, look at
his head.

You run back
to the station

and tell'em
what happened,

I'll stay here.

It's a real
pea souper

Nothing in the
paper, Watson?

No.

There's another revolution
in South America,

possible war in Africa,

nothing of
interest to you.

The London Criminal is
certainly a dull fellow.

A thief or a murderer
could roam London

on a day like this

as the tiger
does the jungle,

unseen until he pounces,

and then evident
only to his victim.

There are numerous
petty thefts.

(Snort)

Well, this great
and somber stage

is set for something
more worthy than that.

It is fortunate
for the community

that I am not a criminal.

It is indeed.

It is well they don't
have days of fog

in the Latin countries,

the countries of
assassination.

For you, Mr. Holmes.

Thank you.

Mr. Holmes...

Yes, I know.

Your...

I apologize for the
state of my room.

Well, well, what next?

My brother Mycroft
is coming around.

Oh, why not.

Why not?

As if you met a tram-car

coming down a
country lane.

Mycroft has his lines
and he runs on them.

Now, his Pall
Mall Lodgings,

the Diogenes Club,
Whitehall...

that's his cycle.

Once and only once
has he ever been here.

I mean what upheaval

can possibly have
derailed him?

Must see you over
Cadogan West.

Coming at once.

Mycroft.

I've heard the name.

That recalls
nothing to my mind.

Mycroft breaking out of
this erratic fashion,

It's extraordinary.

Watson, you do know
what Mycroft is.

I seem to remember
about the time,

of the affair of the
Greek interpreter.

You told me that he
had some small office

under the British
government.

He wasn't doing quite
so well in those days.

His position is unique.

He's made it for himself.

There's never been
anything like it before

nor will be again.

He is the tidiest and
most orderly brain

with the greatest capacity
for storing facts

of any man living.

The conclusions of every
government department

that passed through him.

He is the central exchange

which makes out
the balance.

All other men
are specialists.

His specialism
is omniscience.

Time and time again

Mycroft's word has
decided national policy.

Then Jupiter himself.

Is descending
upon us today.

Yes, indeed.

No trace of Cadogan West.

I have it, yes.

Cadogan West,

Cadogan West was
the young man

who was found dead
on the underground

on Tuesday morning.

Oh, yes, yes,
yes, yes.

It was a featureless
case as I remember,

young man killed falling
from a moving train,

no robbery, no violence.

Watson, Brother Mycroft.

That looks like
our old friend

Inspector Bradstreet.

Why should he bring a
policeman with him?

Ah, here we are.

Cadogan West,

Clerk at the Woolwich
Arsenal, 27, unmarried.

Government employee.

Behold a link with
my brother Mycroft.

Mycroft.

Ah, Dr...

Watson.

Watson.

You know Bradstreet.

Holmes, Dr. Watson.

Cadogan West,

the most annoying
business, Sherlock.

I extremely dislike
altering my habits

with the powers that be
would broke no denial.

In the present
state of Siam

it's most awkward I should
be away from the office

but it is a real
crisis Sherlock.

I've never seen the
Prime Minister so upset

and as to the Admiralty,

buzzing like an
overturned beehive.

Do sit down Bradstreet.

Well, there's
nothing unusual

reported in
the newspapers.

I should hope not.

The wretched youth,
had the plans

of the Bruce
Partington submarine

in his pocket.

Well, you must
have heard of it.

Only by name.

Its importance can
hardly be exaggerated.

It has been the most
closely guarded

of all government secrets.

You may take it from
me that navel warfare

becomes impossible
within the radius

of a Bruce Partington
operation.

So, what sort of plans

are we talking about?

Extremely intricate
ones, Sherlock.

Some 30 different pages,

each one essential to
the working of the whole.

Where are the plans
normally kept?

In an elaborate safe

in a confidential office

adjoining the
arsenal of Woolwich

with burglar proof
doors and windows.

If the chief instructor
of the Navy himself

desired to
consult the plans,

he would have to go
to Woolwich to do so.

To think they should
turn up in the pocket

of a dead Junior Clerk

in the heart of London
is simply awful.

Have you recovered
the papers?

No, Sherlock, no.

That's the pinch.

We have not.

Some ten papers were
taken from Woolwich.

Only seven were found

in the pocket of
Cadogan West.

The other three are

missing, gone,
vanished, stolen.

You must drop
everything, Sherlock.

Never mind your
usual petty puzzles

of the police courts.

This is a real
international crisis

that you have to solve.

Well, there are some
points of interest

in the case I suppose.

I'll be pleased
to look into it.

Ah.

Bradstreet, now, who held
the keys to that safe?

There are two
sets of keys.

Sir James Walter
holds one set.

He is the actual official
guardian of the papers.

A man grown gray in the
service of the State,

a favored guest in the
most exalted houses.

His patriotism is
above suspicion.

And the other keys?

A Mr. Sidney Johnson,

a Senior Clerk
and Draughtsman.

A silent morose man,

not popular but
a hard worker.

His wife
corroborates

his account of the matter.

He was at home the
whole of Monday night

and the keys never
left the watch-chain

upon which they hang.

What sort of fellow
was this man West?

Hot-headed,
rather impetuous,

his duties brought him

into daily contact
with the plans.

Who locked them
up that night?

Johnson, the
Senior Clerk.

But yet they were
found on the person

of the Junior Clerk.

Well, I mean that sounds
final, does it not?

Yeah, but why would
he take them?

Reason why he
should take them

up to London except
to sell them.

Nope.

Then we
must take that

as our working
hypothesis.

West, could he
have done this

with false keys?

He opens the safe,
takes out the papers,

goes off to London to
see a foreign agent.

He has to have'em
back before morning

or the loss will
be discovered.

He took away ten.

Seven were in his pocket.

What became of
the other three?

He certainly
wouldn't leave

them of his own free will.

It all seems
perfectly clear to me.

As you say, Mr. Holmes,

West stole the plans
in order to sell them.

He met the agent

but they could not
agree as to a price.

So West returned
home again

but the agent
followed him.

In the train the
agent murdered him,

took the more,
essential papers,

and threw the body from
the railway carriage.

Now, that would explain
everything, would it not?

It's good,

that's very good,
Bradstreet.

Your theory
holds together.

But if this is true then
the case is at an end.

On the one hand the
traitor is dead,

on the other

the plans of the Bruce
Partington submarine

are presumably somewhere
on the continent.

I mean what is
there for me to do?

To act Sherlock,

to act.

All my instincts are
against this explanation

and yours too, I think.

We are not brothers
for nothing.

Use your powers.

Go to the scene.

Question the
people concerned.

Leave no stone unturned.

In all of your career

you'll never have
a greater chance

of serving your country.

If you on your part

will be kind enough to
send me a complete list

of foreign spies and
international agents

known to be in England

and their full address.

And then we on our part

can begin our
investigation

by a visit to
Longhead Station

Bradstreet.

Watson,

Mrs. Hudson,
we're leaving.

When was the body found?

Near enough to
six o'clock, sir,

Tuesday morning.

He must have fallen
from the train

some time Monday night.

Have the carriages
been examined

for any signs
of violence?

No such trace of
violence had been found.

No report of a
door found open?

We can tell the
approximate time

that he entered the
train from his ticket.

There was no ticket
on the body.

That is really
very singular.

Then in my experience
it's not possible

to reach the platform of
the Metropolitan Line

without exhibiting one's
ticket, is that not so?

Quite correct, sir.

Surely, the murderer would
have removed the ticket

before throwing
West from the train

so as not to reveal
the name of the station

nearest his place
of residents.

I think the
doctor has it.

What else did he have
in his possession

besides the fabled
papers and no ticket?

Usual things,

pocketbook,
notecase, checkbook.

Oh, and two tickets
for the Dress Circle

of the Woolwich Theater

for that very evening.

It appears that West
was to have attended

the performance in the
accompany of his fiancée,

Ms. Violet Westbury.

Hmm.

She was the last person
to see him alive

on that fatal night.

They were walking to
the theater together

in the park when he
suddenly left her.

Suddenly without
explanation.

There appears to be no
bleeding on the line?

Well, there was
hardly any trace

of blood to be found.

As I gather

there was a
considerable wound

consistent with a
man falling from
a moving train.

Well, it was a
terrible thing to see.

Said the head was
knocked right in

and the bone crushed.

And yet, there was no
great external injury.

Well, I would
expect some blood.

So the line
runs northeast.

Yes, the track
divides here sir,

and there's a branch
line goes south
under the river

to Rotherhive
and New Cross.

The point.

The point

I suppose there are
no great number

of points in the
system such as this?

There are very few, sir.

Points,

and a curve,

oh by Jove, If
it were only so.

What is it?

Holmes, do you
have a clue?

Well, it's an
idea Bradstreet,

an indication no more.

But the case certainly
grows in interest

It's unique,

Perfectly unique.

And yet why not?

Cab!

There is material
here, Watson,

there is scope.

I was dull indeed not to
see it's possibilities.

Well I confess
it's dull to me.

And to me also,

but I now have
a hold of an idea

which may lead us far.

Now I think, Sir James,

the guardian of the plans

claims our
first attention.

Mumstead Hall.

Well, Holmes?

Your idea?

Oh, yes.

The man West was killed

not by falling

or being thrown
from a moving train.

He met his death elsewhere

and his body was on the
roof of the carriage.

On the roof?

Well, consider the facts.

Is it a coincidence
that the body was found

in the very place

where the train
brakes and sways

as it comes round
on the points?

The sudden slowing

would affect no object
inside the carriage

but an object such as
a body on the roof.

And there's the
question of the blood.

Of course, there was no
bleeding on the line

if the body
bled elsewhere.

Each fact is
suggestive in itself.

Together they have
a cumulative force.

Yes, and the ticket too.

That would explain

the absence of the ticket.

Watson, it all
fits together.

Please wait.

Come in please gentlemen.

We were expecting you.

Ah, gentlemen.

Thank you Baines.

Thank you, sir.

If you follow me

the body is upstairs.

But wait, one moment.

Are you not the
undertakers?

Excuse me, Sir James.

Uh, I am Dr.
Watson and, um,

this is Mr.
Sherlock Holmes.

Good heavens.

We are helping
the authorities

in the case of the
missing papers.

My brother,
Sir James Walter,

died this morning.

I am Colonel
Valentine Walter.

Please gentlemen,
come here.

We are very sorry, sir.

Thank you.

I'm afraid it has
been a great shock.

May I ask

how did your brother die?

It was this
horrible scandal.

My brother is...

my brother was a man

of very sensitive honor.

He was fiercely proud

of the efficiency
of his department.

The theft of the plans
was a crushing blow.

It broke his heart.

We were hoping Sir James

might have been
able to help.

I assure you

it was as much a
mystery to him

as it to all of us.

Naturally he had no doubt
that West was guilty

but why he should have
done such a thing.

Now, of course, we
shall never know.

So, you can turn a
light on the matter?

Me?

I'm afraid I know nothing

say what I've
read or heard.

And you never
meet Cadogan West?

No.

No, I have not been back
in the country long.

My brother's
work was of a

very highly-confidential
nature.

He did not discuss
it with me.

Gentlemen, I do not
wish to discourteous

but we are much
disturbed at present.

I must ask you to hasten
this interview to an end.

Yes, we're sorry

to have caused you
so much trouble.

That's an unexpected
development.

Heart failure.

Or suicide.

Now for Miss. Westbury.

Is that the dead
man's fiancee?

Yes.

I cannot explain
it, Mr. Holmes.

I haven't closed my
eyes since the tragedy

thinking and thinking
and thinking

what the true
meaning of it can be.

Do sit down.

Arthur was the
most single-minded,

chivalrous, patriotic
man on earth.

He would have cut
off his right-hand

rather than sell
a State secret

confided to his keeping.

It's absurd, impossible,
preposterous

to anyone who knew him.

The facts Ms. Westbury.

Was he want of money?

No.

His needs were very simple

and his salary
was sufficient.

He'd saved a few hundreds

and we were to marry
at the new year.

Was there any sign of
mental excitement?

Come, Ms. Westbury,

be absolutely
frank with us.

I had a feeling

there was something
on his mind.

How long?

Only the last week or two.

Once I asked him about it.

It is too serious
to speak about

even to you he said.

Go on, Ms. Westbury

even if it seems to
turn against him.

We cannot say where
it might lead us.

He spoke one
evening about a,

a secret.

I think he said
that no doubt

foreign spies would pay
a great deal to have it.

He said that we were
slack about such matters

and it would be
easy for a traitor

to get hold of the plans.

Oh, Mr. Holmes,

if you could only,

only save his honor.

It was so much to him.

I'll do what I can.

Now, please tell us
about that last evening.

It was Monday night

and we were to go
to the theater.

Violet,

I'm afraid I've
got to leave you.

Leave me?

It's very, very
important.

I'm sorry.

You better go home.

Go home
immediately, please.

It was just here,
Mr. Holmes.

And he disappeared
without any explanation?

Yes.

You are sure this
is the exact spot?

Yes.

We often used
to meet here

when we were courting.

You see that's
the building

where he used to work.

Oh.

That was the last
time I saw him.

Watson will you be so kind

as to take Miss Westbury
home in a cab.

It's bad, it's really bad

Of course, Mr. Jones.

The whole place
is disorganized.

West dead,

the Chief dead,

our papers stolen.

And yet,

when I closed this
office on Monday evening

we were as efficient
as any in the service.

What hour was the office
closed on Monday?

At 5:00.

Did you close it?

I'm always the
last man out.

Is there a night watchman
to the building?

There is.

He has other departments
to look after as well.

He's an old soldier.

A most trustworthy man.

He didn't see
anything that evening.

Thank you.

When you closed
the office

where were the plans?

In that safe.

I put them there myself.

If Cadogan West

was to enter the
office after hours,

he would need three
keys, would he not,

before he could
reach these papers.

Yes, a key to
the outer door,

a key to the office,

and a key of the safe.

And only you and
Sir James Walter

had those keys.

Yes, indeed.

Sir James kept all
three keys on one ring.

They never left him.

And, of course,

your keys left
your possession.

Never.

Sir, Cadogan West
is the culprit.

He must have
had duplicates.

Oh, he's the
culprit all right.

It's dreadful to think
that West of all people

should have done
such a thing.

You're sure
of his guilt?

I see no other way.

He was getting married,

he wanted the money.

Oh yes, he's your man.

Mr. Johnson,

if someone desired
to sell the plans

surely it would be
easier to make copies

than to take
the originals.

It would need
considerable

technical knowledge.

May I see these?

And, of course,

you and West and
Sir James Walter

have that knowledge.

That may be so,

but don't try to drag
me into this matter,

Mr. Holmes.

The plans were
found on West.

Well, it is
certainly singular

that he should risk
taking the originals

when he could have
safely taken copies.

Perhaps it was a
matter of time.

Oh, yes, time.

Now, three plans are
missing I understand,

they are the vital ones.

That is so.

Now, someone holding
those three papers,

I mean, could
they construct

the Bruce Partington
Submarine?

I told the Admiralty that
I thought it was possible

but today I'm not so sure.

These all important
double-valves

with the automatic
self-adjusting slots

are drawn only
on this plan

which has been returned.

Would you be so kind

as to close those
window shutters

exactly as they were
on Monday night.

Window shutters,
certainly.

Thank you so much.

Yes.

I think I'll take a
little stroll outside.

Oh, please don't
trouble yourself.

I can find my own way.

Would you please wait.

Holmes.

Watson.

Look at this.

The bushes have
been broken.

Now look at the
windows behind me.

The shutters don't
meet in the center.

As you say, don't meet.

Interesting,
don't you think?

8:15, the London Bridge.

You definitely recognize
him as Cadogan West?

Oh, yes, definitely.

I knew him well, sir.

He was an old
acquaintance.

Hardly a week went by

that we didn't pass the
time of day together.

It's hard to
believe, isn't it?

Yeah,

I was saying to the wife
early on Sunday night,

no, I'm a liar,
it was Saturday.

I said there is
no safer railway

than the London
Metropolitan.

Did Mr. West seem to
be following anyone?

Not that I saw,
Mr. Holmes,

but then I don't
see everything.

There was really
thick fog that night.

But one thing I will say

Mr. West wasn't
his usual self.

He was nervous, excited.

I tell you
this gentleman,

his hand was
shaking so bad.

I had to open
up his change.

Well, I mean that
speaks for itself.

Our train.

Forgive us.

Come Watson.

Come in.

Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Holmes.

Yes.

Whilst you were away

a message came for you
from the government.

From the government?

A official gentlemen

in a special carriage.

He said I wasn't to let
this out of my sight

until I placed it
into your own hands.

Mrs. Hudson,

you are a most
faithful watchdog.

It's from my
brother Mycroft.

He writes like
a drunken crab.

You better read it.

Doctors are more used
to hieroglyphics

than normal human beings.

Oh, can't read
the first bit.

Something about
small find,

very big affair.

Ah, here we are.

Only men were considering

Adolph Mayer,

13 George Street

doubt it's him,
it's not his style

Oh, Mrs. Hudson.

Louis,

Louis La Rothiere

of Campden Mansion,

Notting Hill.

And that's another
old friend.

Mrs. Hudson,
your in the way.

I'm sorry sir but I only
have one pair of hands

Please disappear.

Ah, Hugo Oberstein,

13 Coffield Gardens,
Kensington.

Uh, known to be
in town on Monday.

Now reported to have left.

The Cabinet awaits
your final report

with the utmost anxiety.

The whole force of the
State is at your back

if you should need it.

Mycroft.

All the queens' horses
and all the queens' men

cannot avail us
in this matter.

Coffield Gardens.

Well, well.

What have you found?

Things are turning a
little in our direction.

Now I really believe

we're going to pull
it off after all.

I'm going out.

When will you
be back?

I have no idea but
I promise I will

do nothing serious
without my trusty comrade

and biographer
at my elbow.

He wants me to meet
him in a restaurant

off of Gloster Road.

I just hope
you'll be careful

that's all.

You're not as
young as you were.

You know what Mr.
Holmes is like

once he gets the bit
between his teeth.

I do indeed.

Goodnight Mrs. Hudson.

Goodnight doctor.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Have you the tools.

Have you had
something to eat?

Yes, indeed.

Then have a coffee
or a curacao.

Senor Gardeni,

a coffee and a curacao
please, for my friend.

Try one of the
proprietor cigars.

They're nothing
like as poisonous

as one would expect.

Oh, thank you.

Now,

for our plan of action.

It was evident
to you Watson

that the body was placed

on the roof
of the carriage.

Or dropped from a bridge.

No, that's
impossible, placed.

The carriage roofs are
rounded with no rails.

But how could he
be placed there?

In some areas

the London underground

runs clear of tunnels

and past the
backs of houses.

When I found

that a leading
international agent

lived in just
such a house.

I was so pleased that you
were a little astonished

at my sudden
[unintelligible].

Hugo Oberstein

13, Coffield
Gardens, of course.

Exactly.

I was able to satisfy
myself that not only

do the backstairs windows
open over the line

but the bowing to
the intersection

of the Richmond
and Wyndam lines

were the Circle Line.

Near Gloster road Station.

The trains are frequently
held motionless

at that very spot.

That's splendid.

You got it.

There house appears
to be unoccupied.

Oberstein obviously
has gone abroad

to dispose of his booty

has no reason to
fear a warrant.

And to spot an
amateur burglary

would never occur to him

but that is precisely
what we're about to do.

Why, for what
purpose?

We cannot tell what
correspondence

they may have.

No, I don't like
it, Holmes.

You can keep watch.

I'll do the criminal part.

This is no time to
stick to trifles.

Think of the Admiralty,
think of the cabinet.

Think of the
exalted person

herself who
[unintelligible].

We're bound to go.

I knew you wouldn't
shrink at the last.

Serious proposition,

locked and bolted.

We may do better
down there

Ah, this is better.

Holmes.

Don't touch this.

Look where they've
rested the body.

Blood.

Blood again.

Well, what do you
think of that?

Masterpiece.

You've never risen
to a greater height.

No, I cannot
agree with you.

The moment I conceived
the idea of the body

on the roof of the train

the rest was inevitable.

Hmm, fresh
blotting paper.

He's covered his tracks.

Holmes.

Means nothing.

Seems to have been
burning old newspapers.

I say Holmes

Yes.

Why would a man
so obviously

untidy of his habits

take the trouble to
burn old newspapers?

Probably trying
to start a fire.

Yeah, but there's
no, no wood or coal.

Let me see.

Ha.

What is it?

Well done, well done.

Indeed, I think
we have our man.

Would you look in
the agony column

of the two
remaining copies of
The Daily Telegraph.

I think you will find
a message from someone

calling himself Piero.

Piero, Piero, Piero.

Ah, here we are.

Hope to hear soon
the terms agreed

but must have full report.

Matter pressing
signed Piero.

Yes, by Jove.

Monday night after 9:00,
two taps, only on sills,

payment in hard cash
when goods delivered,

signed Piero just
like the other one.

Every paper has a message

from someone calling
himself Piero.

It's an odd name

for the villain like
Oberstein to use.

If only we could
get the man

at the other end.

Watson, quickly,

we haven't a
moment to loose.

Bring the papers.

Where we going?

The offices of the
Daily Telegraph

Splendid job, splendid.

I always said

you'd the make best
cat burglar in London

if you put
your mind to it.

Can't do these things on
the force, Mr. Holmes.

No wonder you get results
that are beyond us.

Some of these days
you'll go too far

and you and your friend

will find yourselves
in trouble.

England home and
duty, Watson.

Motto and the oath
of our country.

The agony column of
The Daily Telegraph.

What use would
you make of those?

Have you seen the
advertisement

from Piero today?

Tonight, same
hour, same place,

two taps,
most vitally important,

your own safety at
sake, signed Piero.

By George,

if he answers that
we've got him.

Wake up.

He's here.

You can write me down
as an ass, Watson.

This is not the bird
I was expecting.

Who is he?

Colonel
Valentine Walter,

Sir James'
younger brother.

I'm beginning to see
how the cards fall now.

What is this?

I came here to
visit Mr. Oberstein.

I know you, surely...

Sherlock Holmes.

Everything is
known, Colonel.

How an English gentlemen

could behave in
such a manner

is beyond comprehension.

We know of your relations

and correspondence
with Oberstein.

You stole your
brothers' keys

and had them duplicated.

We knew you went to
Admiralty Office

on Monday night

and was seen by
Cadogan West.

Being the good
citizen that he was.

He followed you
closely in the fog

halfway across London

until you reached
this very house.

It was then Colonel
Walter that to treason

you added the terrible
crime of murder.

I did not.

I did not before God.

I swear I did not.

Then tell us how
Arthur Cadogan West

met his end before
you placed his body

on the roof of the
railway carriage?

He followed me
as you described

but until I was at the
very door of this house

I did not know it.

What are you gonna
do with those papers?

He hit his head

on the marble floor.

He was dead in a
matter of minutes.

It was
Oberstein's idea

to stuff the less
important plans

in West's pocket

and put him on the
roof of the train.

What made you turn
traitor, Colonel?

A stock exchange
debt had to be paid.

I needed the money badly.

Oberstein offered
me five thousand.

It was to save myself
from ruin and disgrace.

My brother used to
discuss matters with me

which he probably
should not have done.

This submarine,
for instance.

How could he ever guess

his own brother
would betray him?

That was the worst of all.

He suspected me.

I know he did.

I read it in his eyes.

And after this
West business

he never held up
his head again.

Can you not make
reparation, hmmm,

to ease your conscious

and possibly
your punishment?

What reparation
can I make?

Where is Oberstein
with the papers?

I do not know.

He said that letters to
the Hotel Delu in Paris

would reach him.

Ah, well then it
is possible

for you to help us.

Come and sit down

and write my dictation.

Dear sir,

in regard to
our transaction

you have now observed

that one essential
detail is missing

but I have a tracing

that will make
it complete.

Is that true, Sherlock?

Quite true.

What essential
detail is missing?

The double-valves,

the automatic
self-adjusting slots.

Good heavens.

How on earth did
you know that?

I've become quite
a submarine expert

brother of mine.

Now Colonel,

what would be your terms?

I must ask you for a
further 500 pounds,

English notes please.

I should expect
to meet you...

well, we can
hardly say here

or Oberstein will
suspect a trap.

The foyer of the

Charring Cross Hotel.

Its proximity to
the railway station

renders it
extremely popular

amongst the international
spy fraternity.

Did you get that Colonel?

Noon, Saturday next.

I should be very surprised

if that does not
flush our man out.

That's our man.

Splendid Bradstreet.

But our traitor has flown.

What a damn
cheat of a fellow

Goodbye, gentlemen.

I'm keeping him
on a long lead.

There's an R in the month

and the Diogenes Club

has the most
excellent oysters.

I should like both you
gentlemen to be my guests.

Come along, Sherlock.