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...long, long before Jesus was born.

It is truly the lost world and it's in Brazil.

Your mamma's homeland and your country, too.

Never allow yourself

to love someone too deeply Mr. Bates.

It will destroy you.

So you've come.

You have a case Holmes.

Ha, your faculty of observation

is certainly contagious.

It has enabled you at once to probe my secret.

Yes, I have a case

after a month of trivialities and stagnation

the wheels move once more.

Might I share it?

There's little to share.

We will discuss it

after you consume those two hard-boiled eggs,

which our temporary cook has favored us.

Their condition may not unconnected

with a copy of the Family Herald

which I observed yesterday

on the hall table.

Even so trivial a matter as them cooking an egg

demands an attention,

which is incompatible with a love romance

in that excellent periodical.

I hope Mrs. Hudson is enjoying her holiday.

You've heard of Neil Gibson,

the gold king.

You mean the America senator?

Well he was senator of some western state.

He's better known as

the greatest gold mining magnet in the world.

Yes, I know of him.

Stayed in England for some time, didn't he?

He bought a considerable estate

in Hampshire some five years ago.

You may have heard of the tragic death of his wife.

Oh, that's why the name is familiar.

I know nothing of the details.

The fact is that the case,

although exceedingly sensational

appears to present no difficulty.

The interesting personality of the accused

Miss Grace Dunbar

does not obscure the clearness of the evidence.

That is if your taken by the coroner's jury

and also in the police court proceedings.

It is a thankless business Watson.

I can discover facts, but I cannot change them.

Unless some new and

entirely unexpected ones come to light

I do not see what my client can hope for.

Your client?

I'm falling into your involved habit

of telling a story back...

I don't believe this.

You must read this first.

Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes,

I cannot see the best woman God ever made

go to her death without doing all

that is possible to save her.

I can't explain things.

I can't even try to explain them

but I know beyond all doubt

that Miss. Dunbar is innocent.

You know the facts.

Who doesn't?

It has been the gossip of the country

and never a voice raised for her.

It's the damned injustice of it all

that makes me crazy.

That woman has a heart

that wouldn't let her kill a fly.

Maybe I have a clue and don't know it.

Anyway, all I know and all I have and all I am

are for your use if only you can save her.

You hardly have time to master all these cuttings

so I must give it to you in a lecture

if you're going to take an intelligent interest

in the proceedings.

Mr. Gibson, as I understand is a man

who married a Brazilian wife,

and for who I know nothing

except that she was past her prime,

which was all the more unfortunate.

She has a very attractive governess

who superintended the education of two children.

These are the three people concerned.

The scene is the grand old manor house.

As to the tragedy,

it takes place across a bridge over the lake

half mile from the house.

The wife was found late at night by a gamekeeper

on that bridge.

She was clad in her dinner dress

and a revolver bullet through her brain.

No weapon was found near her

and there was no local clue as to her murder.

No weapon near her mark that Watson.

Is this too condensed, or can you follow it clearly?

No, no, it's all very clear

but why suspect the governess?

Well, in the first place

there was some very direct evidence.

The dead woman had a note upon her

making an appointment at the bridge.

And signed by the governess.

Mr. Gibson sent his farm manager for the police

and stayed with the body

insisting that nothing should be removed

until the police arrived just after 11:00.

Then there is the evidence of the revolver

with one discharged chamber.

Miss. Dunbar.

And a caliber

which corresponded with the bullet.

Yes, I see it here.

It was found in the drawer of her wardrobe.

In the drawer of her wardrobe.

That's pretty damning.

So the two juries thought.

It is now referred to the Assizes at Winchester.

And the motive?

Mr. Gibson is a very attractive man.

If his wife dies

who more likely to succeed her

than the young lady who had already

by all accounts received

pressing attentions from her employer.

Love, fortune, power,

all depending upon one middle-aged man,

ugly Watson, very ugly.

Nor could she prove an alibi.

On the contrary, she had to admit

that she was down to the bridge by 9:00.

A servant had seen her hurrying there.

Well, it really does seem final.

And yet Watson,

and yet.

(knock on door)

Unless I'm mistaken that is our client

considerably before his time.

Gentleman to see you, sir.

Mr. Neil Gibson?

No, sir, not him.

His name is Bates

and he looks a bit aggravated.

Thank you, Billy.

I have only a short time, Mr. Bates.

I know Mr. Gibson is coming.

I am manager of his estate.

Mr. Holmes, he's a villain,

an infernal villain.

Strong words Mr. Bates.

Well, I have to be emphatic Mr. Holmes.

The time is so limited.

I'll not have him find me here for the world.

And you're his manager.

Oh, I've given him notice.

In a couple of weeks I shall have shaken off

his cursed slavery.

He's a hard man Mr. Holmes,

hard to all about him.

But his wife was his chief victim.

He was brutal to her.

Oh, yes, sir, brutal.

Now how she come by her death I do not know,

but let me tell you he made her life a misery.

She was a creature of the tropics,

a Brazilian by birth as you no doubt know.

Yes, I understand.

Please continue, continue.

Well tropical by birth, tropical by nature,

she was a child of the sun and of passion.

She loved him as only such women can love.

We all felt for her.

Hated him for the way he treated her.

But he's plausible and cunning.

And that's all I have to tell you.

Don't take him at face value.

There is more behind.

Now I'll go.

No, please don't detain me.

He's almost due.

Well, well, well.

Mr. Gibson has a nice loyal household.

Rewarding is a useful one.

(horn honking)

Mr. Gibson, straight upstairs, sir.

This is my friend and colleague Dr. Watson.

Let me say right here Mr. Holmes,

money is nothing to me in this business.

You can burn it if it's any use

enlightening you to the truth.

This woman is innocent.

This woman has to be cleared.

It's up to you to do it.

Now name your figure.

My professional charges are at a fixed rate.

I do not vary them save

when I remit them altogether.

Well, if money makes no difference to you

think of the reputation.

If you pull this off every newspaper

in England and America will be booming.

You'll be the talk of two continents.

I do not think I'm in need of booming Mr. Gibson.

Please let us get down to the facts.

Well, you'll find most of the main ones

in the press reports.

I don't think I can add much to them,

but if there's anything you'd wish more light on,

well I'm here to give it.

Well there is just one point.

What is it?

What are your exact relations with Miss. Dunbar?

I suppose you are within your rights,

maybe doing your duty

in asking such a question Mr. Holmes.

We will agree to suppose so.

Then I can assure you

that our relations were always and entirely

those of an employer that awards a young lady

whom he never conversed with or even saw

save when she was in the company of his children.

I'm rather a busy man Mr. Gibson.

I don't have time or taste

for aimless conversations.

I wish you good morning.

What the devil do you mean by this Mr. Holmes?

Do you dismiss my case?

No, Mr. Gibson, I dismiss you.

The case is quite sufficiently complicated

without the added difficulty

of false information.

Meaning that I lied?

I tried to express it as delicately as I could,

but if you insist upon the word

I will not contradict you.

Don't be noisy Mr. Gibson.

I find after breakfast any argument most unsettling.

I suggest a little stroll in the open air

and some quiet thought

will be greatly to your advantage.

I've broken stronger men than you Mr. Holmes.

Nobody crosses me and gets the better of it.

So many have said so yet here I am.

Well, Watson he has a great deal yet to learn.

How on earth did you know about his relationship

with the governess?

Bluff, Watson, bluff.

I considered the passionate

and unbusinesslike tone of his letter

contrasted with his manner and appearance.

It was pretty clear there was some deep emotion

centered upon the accused woman

rather than the victim.

I bluffed him by giving the impression

that I was absolutely certain of it.

When in reality you were only suspicious.

Do you think he'll come back?

He is sure to come back.

He must come back.

Oh, no, no, my dear Watson

I fear you will not improve

any reputation I have acquired

by adding the Thor Bridge mysteries,

your annals I fear I made a serious misjudgment.

Holmes, the senator may not have returned

but surely his letter

has engaged you on behalf of Miss. Dunbar.

She's the one in need.

Might we not pay her a visit?

In the cells of Winchester?

That will require official permits.

Well we have the means to apply.

Of course it may not be quite ethical.

But practical Watson, practical.

I congratulate you.

You solved our problem Watson?

Some officious little pip-squeak of a clerk

queried both the letter and our home office permit.

He demanded a personal authorization

from Gibson himself.

But you sorted it out?

Only by the good fortune

of meeting her lawyer Mr. Cummings.

He secured a brief audience with her.

Mr. Joyce Cummings, a man with a rising reputation

that is certainly in her favor.

It really is providence

to see you here Mr. Holmes.

Her trial is in two days

and I really am at my wits ends

to find any evidence to save her.

Did she admit to writing the note and keeping

the rendezvous with Mrs. Gibson?

She has little choice.

But beyond that I have advised her

to reserve her defense.

Quite so.

This is Mr. Sherlock Holmes

and his colleague Dr. Watson.

Your employer Mr. Gibson has engaged me

to look into this unhappy matter.

Oh, I'm very grateful to Mr. Gibson.

It is incredible that the charge against me

has been sustained.

I thought the whole thing would clear itself up

in the police court.

My dear, dear I beg of you to have no illusions.

Mr. Cummings here will assure you

all the cards at present are against you.

Mr. Gibson is convinced of your innocence

but it would be a cruel deception to pretend

that you're not in very great danger.

I will conceal nothing.

What were the true relations between you

and Mr. Gibson's wife?

Permit... what permit?

How dare you take this liberty Mr. Holmes?

Mr. Gibson.

And you Cummings,

I did not engage you sir to conspire against me.

These men are here under false pretenses.

I did not authorize their visit.

They're deceivers.

I demand their removal at once.

You have made a disturbance Mr. Gibson,

worthy of bedlam.

I'll have you crushed for this Holmes.

Well it'll profit you nothing.

Mr. Holmes.

We are leaving superintendent.

Mr. Cummings.

For the moment Miss. Dunbar.

You must put your faith in Sherlock Holmes.

Mr?

Ferguson.

There is an excellent exhibition

at the museum across the street.

I recommend it to you.

The museum closes at 5:00.

The copy of the lease

of the buck-boat glass workers dated 1578.

These Huguenots, are they any relations of yours?

Possibly.

Monsieur Potel and this paper making

of laver stoke.

They've had the manufacture of bank notes

for over 100 years.

Well it's good to know

there's money somewhere in your family.

Good afternoon Mr. Ferguson.

Mr. Neil Gibson wishes to see you

at Thor Place at 11:00 tomorrow morning.

This evening will be more convenient.

The morning, 11:00 Mr. Holmes.

Will a motor be sent for us?

There is a train which will take you

to Thor Village.

Mr. Gibson is a busy man.

He expects punctuality.

How did you know that he was going to turn?

I gambled, there's been enough of an impression

upon Ms. Dunbar to turn us back into favor.

We are after all her only hope.

Now Watson we must find

a comfortable inn for the night

so that we can arrive punctually at Thor Place

at 9:00 in the morning.

I thought he said 11:00.

9:00 Watson

to meet Sergeant Coventry of the local police.

In all events Mr. Holmes

I'd rather have you than Scotland Yard.

If the Yard gets called into a case,

the local loses all credit for success

and may be blamed for failure.

Now you play it straight so I've heard.

I need not appear in the matter at all.

That's very handsome of you.

And your friend Dr. Watson can be trusted I know.

Now there is one question I'd like to ask you

but I breath it to no soul but you.

Don't you think there might be a case

against Mr. Neil Gibson himself?

According to the servants

he retired to his study after dinner

and had no company at all

until the alarm at 11:00.

Yes I've been considering Mr. Gibson.

These Americans are readier with their pistols

than our folk are.

It was his pistol, you know.

One of a pair he had.

One of a pair?

Where is the other?

Well these gentlemen have all kinds of firearms

of one sort or another.

We never quite matched that particular pistol.

The box was made for two.

Now, this is where the body lay.

I gathered from the press reports

that the shot was fired at close quarters.

Very close sir.

Near the right temple?

Just behind it, sir.

How did the body lie?

On the back, sir.

No trace of a struggle, no mark, no weapons.

The short note from Ms. Dunbar

was clutched in her left hand.

Clutched?

Yes, sir.

We could hardly open her fingers.

That is of the greatest importance.

It excludes the idea

that anybody could have placed it there

after death to furnish a false clue.

But dear me,

the note as I remember

was quite short.

Yes, be at Thor Bridge 9:00 G. Dunbar,

wasn't that it?

So it was, sir.

The point of the note is obscured, is it not.

Well, sir, it seemed if I may be bold as to say so

the only real clear point in the whole case.

Assuming the note is genuine.

She certainly received it some time before,

say an hour or two.

Why was she then clasping it in the left hand?

She had no need to refer to it in the interview.

Does that not seem remarkable?

Well sir, as you put it, perhaps it does.

That is curious.

Oh, yes, sir, we noticed that.

I expect it's been done by some passer-by.

Took some violence to do that.

It was a hard knock not from above, but below.

You see some lower end of the parapet Watson?

Yes and in a direct line

with the position of the body.

It's probably of no matter.

No footprints you say.

The ground was iron hard sir.

No marks at all.

Then we have nothing more to learn here.

You are early Mr. Holmes.

It is often the case with punctuality Mr. Ferguson.

Mr. Gibson is in a meeting.

He is not ready to see you.

I'll take care of them Ferguson.

I'm very glad to see you gentlemen.

As we are a little early

perhaps we can see the gun room?

A man who has his enemies.

Oh, yes if you knew him and his methods.

He sleeps with a loaded revolver

in a drawer by his bed.

He's a man of violence, sir.

Have you ever seen him strike his wife?

Yes, more than once.

Our gold king does not seem to shine in private life.

Holmes, here.

That's the box that contained the murder weapon.

It was one of a pair.

The other is missing.

Mr. Ferguson is sure to know

that your consorting with us

does that hold no alarm for you?

There's nothing he can do to hurt me now.

Perhaps you'll be so kind as to show us the schoolroom?

Where are the children?

Sent away on a visit to America.

(unintelligible)

Their Brazilian heritage from their mother's side.

Miss. Dunbar must seem to be a remarkable teacher.

The children doted on her.

See Watson,

the Ricardo Franco Hills.

See the unscaleable cliffs

which time and the foot of man have never touched,

where monsters from the dawn of history

might still roam.

That's Martins, the Indian hunter.

I know about him.

His victims, women and children, pitiful.

Would you say that Maria Gibson

was jealous of Miss. Dunbar

and her influence over the children?

No, there was no love lost between them.

But that was because she could see her husband

was under the lady's spell too.

Get out of here Bates.

Mr. Bates's views are not relevant Mr. Holmes.

They're distorted by his infatuation

for my late wife.

Who knows, Mr. Gibson,

what is and what is not relevant.

You're like a surgeon who wants every symptom

before he could give a diagnosis.

As any a patient has reason in deceiving

his surgeon who conceals the facts.

I can assure you

that the relations between Miss. Dunbar and myself

do not touch this case.

I'm sure that is for me to decide.

Most men have a little private reserve

in some corner of their souls

where they don't welcome intruders.

You burst suddenly into mine.

What is it you want?

The truth.

I met my wife when I was gold hunting in Brazil.

She was the daughter of a government official

in the Manaos.

Even now as I look back with a colder eye

she had a rich passionate nature,

tropical, ill-balanced,

very different from the American women I'd known.

It was only when the romance had passed

that I realized we had nothing,

absolutely nothing in common.

My love faded

but you know the wonderful way of women.

Do what I might, nothing could turn her from me.

If I'd been harsh to her, even brutal,

it was because I knew that if I could kill her love

or turn it to hate

it would be easier for us both.

But nothing changed her.

She still adored me in these English woods

as she had adored me 20 years before

on the banks of the Amazon.

Then came Miss. Dunbar.

She is also a very beautiful woman

and I'll admit to you that I could not live

under the same roof in daily contact with her

without feeling a passionate regard for her.

You blame me Mr. Holmes?

I don't blame you for feeling it.

I should blame you for expressing it

since she was under your protection.

Well maybe so.

I'm not pretending to be any better than I am.

I guess all of my life I've been a man

that's reached out his hand for what he wanted.

And I never wanted anything more

than the love and possession of that woman.

I told her so.

You did, did you?

I said if I could I'd marry her,

but it was out of my power.

Money was no object.

I'd do all I could to make her happy,

comfortable.

Very generous of you.

Now see here Mr. Holmes

I came to you on a question of evidence, not morals.

I'm not asking for criticism.

It is only for the lady's sake

that I take on this case at all.

Nothing that she's accused of is worse

than what you yourself have admitted,

that you've tried to ruin a defenseless girl

who was under your roof.

You know some of you rich men must retort

but all the world cannot be bribed

into condoning your offenses.

That's how I feel myself about it.

Now I thank God my plans did not work out.

She'd have none it.

She wanted to leave the house instantly.

But why did she not?

Others were dependent upon her

and it was no light matter for her

to let them down.

When I'd sworn that

she should never be molested again.

She consented to stay.

But there was another reason.

She knew the influence that she had over me,

that it was stronger

than any other influence in the world.

She wanted to use it for good.

You're cruel.

You destroy good people who can't stand up to you.

Not everyone shares your strength.

Can't you see that?

You call it a fair fight,

but it isn't fair.

She saw it different.

She believed that a fortune for one man

that was more than he needed

should not be built on 10,000 ruined men

who were left without the means of life.

With your children you show such tenderness and love.

Treat the world in the same way.

She found that I listened to what she said.

So she stayed.

And then this came along.

Mr. Gibson, can you throw any light upon it?

One explanation, I give it to you Mr. Holmes

for what it's worth.

There's no doubt that my wife was bitterly jealous.

She might have planned to murder Miss. Dunbar

or threaten her with a gun

and so frighten her into leaving us.

Maybe there was a scuffle.

The gun went off and shot the woman who held it.

Yes, it is a possibility.

It is the only alternative to deliberate murder.

But she utterly denies it.

What is against such a supposition?

Miss. Dunbar herself.

She has just one day left before the trial.

You must grant me permission to visit her once more.

If ever in your life you showed your powers, Holmes,

put them into this case now.

But I cannot promise you

that my conclusions will be such as you desire.

Come Watson.

We have several vital questions

to ask this young lady

and I must confess that the case would seem to be

a very black one against her

if it were not for one thing.

What is that?

The finding of a pistol in her wardrobe.

That seems to be the most damning incident of all.

Not so Watson.

It is my only firm ground for hope.

We must look for consistency.

Where there is a want of it,

we must suspect deception.

Come on Holmes,

Miss. Dunbar is depending on us.

Watson visualize yourself in the character

of Miss. Dunbar with a cold premeditated fashion

is about to get rid of her rival.

What would be your actions and your thinking?

Well I've written a note.

The victim has come.

I've taken the weapon from the gunroom.

The crime is done.

Workman like and complete,

and now the weapon.

Of course.

Precisely Watson.

Those depths would hide it forever.

Your best friends would hardly call you a schemer,

yet I cannot picture you carrying it home

and putting it in your wardrobe,

the very first place that would be searched.

This revolver for example,

she destains all knowledge of it.

You're saying that it was placed in her wardrobe,

but by who?

By someone who wished to incriminate her.

Ah, Cummings.

Miss. Dunbar we have had lengthy conversations

with Mr. Gibson and he has informed us

of your relations with him

and of your innocence in the matter.

But you need not pain yourself

with that part of the story.

But we do need to know something,

of your feelings towards Mrs. Gibson.

I had no wish to wrong Mrs. Gibson.

But she loved her husband

so vividly in a physical sense

that she could hardly understand

the mental even spiritual tie which held him to me

or imagined that it was only my desire

to influence his power for good

which kept me under his roof.

I can see now that I was wrong to stay.

Nothing could have justified me in remaining

where I was a cause of such unhappiness.

My client may be loathe to mention it

but she has managed to persuade Mr. Gibson

to finance a mission of mercy to resettle tribes.

In particular the Bororo Indians

who have fallen victim

to unscrupulous gold and rubber prospectors.

The venture is thriving.

We saw your pictures in the school.

Like so many of those warrior Indians

Mr. Gibson can sometimes give people

a misleading impression.

Now Miss. Dunbar,

will you tell us exactly what happened that evening?

I received a note from Mrs. Gibson in the morning.

It implored me to meet her

at the bridge after dinner.

This note, did you keep it?

No.

She asked me to destroy it and to hide my answer

at the sundial in the garden.

I saw no reason for such secrecy

but she was very much afraid of her husband

who treated her with a harshness

by which I frequently reproached him.

I can only imagine that she did not wish him

to know of our interview.

Yet she kept your reply very carefully.

Yes, I was surprised to hear she had it

in her hand when she died.

Well what happened then?

She was waiting for me.

So you have come.

Never did I realize

until that moment how much she hated me.

(Spanish).

She was like a madwoman.

I think she was mad with a deep power of deception

which insane people may have.

You're cruel, you have no heart

You don't know how to love.

You have no passion.

How else could she have met me

without concern every day.

She was standing there on the bridge

shrieking her curses at me.

English whore.

(Spanish)

I curse the day that you were born.

And yet presuming that she met her death

shortly after you left, you heard no shot.

No, I heard nothing.

I was so agitated and horrified

by her terrible outbreak

that I rushed to get back to the peace of my own room.

I was incapable of noticing anything that happened.

Your own room,

did you leave it again before the next morning?

Yes, when they brought the poor creature

back to the house.

Did Mr. Gibson seem to you much perturbed?

He is a very strong self-contained man.

I do not think

he would ever show his emotions on the surface.

But you, who knew him so well.

Yes, I could see that he was deeply concerned.

Now we come to the all-important point.

This pistol that was found in your room,

you'd never seen it before?

Never, I swear it.

When was it found?

Next morning when the police made their search.

Yes, among your clothes?

Yes at the bottom of my wardrobe

in one of the drawers.

And you cannot guess how long it had been there.

It could not have been there the morning before

because I tidied out the wardrobe.

So you're suggesting that someone came into your room

and placed it there in order to incriminate you?

It must have been so.

When?

Well it could only have been at mealtime

or else during the hours

when I would be in the schoolroom with the children.

As you were when you received the note.

Yes, from that time onward

for the whole morning.

Thank you Miss. Dunbar.

Is there any other point

which could help me in my investigation?

I could think of none.

Holmes, might I have a word with you in private?

Forgive me Miss. Dunbar.

Holmes I'd like to put you my case for believing

that Mr. Gibson is the murderer of his wife.

We have a man who by his own admission

is used to breaking people who stand in his path,

well his wife stood in his path.

But then Miss. Dunbar rejected him.

Now what better than to kill the one

and incriminate the other?

To kill the two birds with the one stone

so-to-speak.

You don't believe that

Gibson's confession was sincere?

Wasn't it Bates who said

he was plausible and cunning?

His confession was a clever means

to put us off the scent.

Think of it like this.

He somehow discovers

that his wife has arranged a meeting.

During the day he takes the two pistols from the box.

One he conceals in the drawer of her wardrobe

after discharging one barrel,

which he could easily do in the woods

without attracting attention.

He is alone all that evening.

He sees Miss. Dunbar return and grasps his opportunity.

He commits the deed and flings the murder weapon

far into the lake.

Holmes?

Holmes?

Watson, I have been sluggish in mind

and wanting in that mixture of imagination and reality

which is the basis of my art.

You have put me entirely to shame.

You'll be hearing from me Mr. Cummings

with the help of the god of justice

and my colleague Dr. Watson,

I will give you a case that will make England ring.

Miss. Dunbar you have my assurance

that the clouds are lifting

under the light of truth is breaking through.

Come Watson, come.

We need our good friend Sergeant Coventry

a ball of stout twine,

and a grappling hook.

Grappling hook?

Watson, I have some recollection that

you go armed on these little excursions of ours.

Just as well for you that I do.

More than once my revolver has been

a good friend to you.

You have little care of your own safety.

Yes, I am inclined to be absent minded

in these matters.

Do you have your revolver on you?

It's heavy, remarkably heavy.

Solid bit of work.

You know I believe this is going to have

a very intimate connection

with the mystery that we're investigating.

Would you mind unloading it?

Will you be at home this evening Mr. Gibson?

I shall have some news for you.

You have half a day Mr. Holmes.

You have seen me miss my mark before Watson.

I have an instinct for such things

but it has some times played me false.

We can but try.

Will you both stand exactly where the body lay?

Your theory about the gold king,

though admirable in its psychology

did not quite adhere to the facts.

Visualize yourself in the character of a woman

who in a cold premeditated fashion

is about to get rid of her rival.

I mean of course Mrs. Maria Gibson.

For all your deductions about Gibson

being the perpetrator of this crime,

substitute his wife.

Imagine that it was she

who took the pistols from the gunroom,

who fired the single shot in the woods,

who placed the gun in Miss. Dunbar's wardrobe.

Cold, crafty,

premeditated,

down to the last detail.

Was it ever an exact demonstration?

My revolver Holmes.

A vindictive woman

a creature of the tropics,

passionate, ill-balanced.

Disguising her own crime and fostering

a charge of murder upon an innocent victim.

You have helped a remarkable woman, Holmes

and a formidable man.

And if it seems

that unlikely they should join forces?

Naturally I would wish them well.

Magnanimous of you Watson.