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You may inform

the Secretary of the Royal Society

that I have entitled my lecture

Darwin's Fundamental Error.

That'll raise a few hackles, sir.

Will it not?

I must be off.

You can acknowledge all of these.

There's a good chap.

Thanks.

Father?

My dear?

Did you hear how Roy barked last night?

It was dreadful.

No, no I didn't.

Did you hear him Bennett?

I can't say I did, sir.

He kept on and on.

He howled too.

I'm sure someone got into the garden.

An intruder?

Well yes, because.

Oh father

someone looked in at me,

at my window.

Impossible.

You must have been dreaming.

Oh, Edith nobody could reach your window.

It's far too far off the ground.

I'm sure I wasn't dreaming.

Bennett, you take charge

or I shall be late for the faculty meeting.

I leave you in your fianc�e's care my dear.

If he proves as good a husband to you as

he has amanuenses to me,

you'll be a fortunate woman.

Allay her fears Bennett.

I know you can.

Can you believe me?

Not easily, no.

I mean as your father said.

Come and look.

I'm awfully busy with these notes

on Saimiri Sciureus to type,

and then the proof of your father's...

Jack, I know I wasn't dreaming

and you know Roy doesn't bark at nothing.

I want you to see for yourself.

You must.

Please.

And then after the barking woke me

I heard another sound

from just below here.

From below?

There and there, do you see?

The ivy's pulled away.

I must have fainted.

The next thing I knew it was dawn.

You're quite, quite certain

you didn't dream this, Edith?

Quite.

Jack, I insist you believe me.

Very well.

And that you inform Sherlock Holmes

of the facts.

Oh, darling.

Or I shall reconsider our engagement.

But why?

I could not give my hand

to a man who doubts my word.

Watson, come at once if convenient.

If inconvenient come all the same.

Holmes, I got your note

and it is inconvenient,

damned inconvenient.

Your old wound is troubling you.

No.

I prefer to differ.

Your step was uneven on the stairs.

I have a full surgery Holmes.

You must excuse a certain abstraction of mind, Watson.

I see.

It's a tangled scheme.

I've been looking for the loose end

which might unravel it.

One such might reside in the question,

does Professor Presbury's daughter wake or dream.

I'm summoned here for no more than this?

You've heard of Presbury?

Of course, who hasn't?

He's our most distinguished natural scientist.

He's a widower with one daughter.

She insists someone appeared at her window last night.

Ms. Presbury's bedroom is on the second floor

and is completely inaccessible to even

the most agile cat burglar.

Read this.

It arrived by the 1:00 post.

The author already arrives ahead of his time,

a most precipitant young man.

Mr. Bennett, my friend and colleague Dr. Watson.

How do you do?

Mr. Bennett.

Please sit down.

No, forgive me.

Mr. Holmes,

I fear I've made a grave error of judgment.

I should not have been in touch with you at all.

I've wasted your time entirely.

It is not a rational reason

for Ms. Presbury's fears.

No, no I can't say that.

Well it's, it's a delicate matter but I,

I must beg you to proceed no further.

I can of course recompense you.

Mr. Bennett, your letter was less than frank,

was it not?

I set out the facts.

Not all I suspect.

Probably out of loyalty to your fianc�e,

Ms. Presbury?

You're aware of her?

As I am of your employer's engagement

to Ms. Alice Morphy,

the daughter of the famous

comparative anatomist.

She resides next door to the Presburys,

does she not?

How do you know of the engagement?

The Times, July the 1st,

September the 5th respectively.

Mr. Holmes' memory is of a photographical order.

Quite so.

Oh, dear.

Mr. Bennett, I do appreciate your predicament.

As a scientist and a rationalist yourself

I dare say you're reluctant to accept the evidence

insisted upon by Ms. Presbury.

Further, as a father's trusted assistant

to have recourse to me must smack to you of disloyalty.

Exactly.

I'm part of the family except that Edith,

Ms. Presbury, she was so upset that she,

Mr. Bennett, who would you prefer to alienate,

your perspective wife or her celebrated father?

You give me a choice of evils, neither.

Then furnish me with the facts

and I will see how I can help you.

You may rely on the discretion of both of us.

Well.

Would you for example

describe Ms. Presbury,

as an impressionable, fanciful girl?

No, quite the reverse.

Ms. Alice Morphy?

Perhaps Professor Presbury's

engagement to her

came to you as something of a surprise.

He is after all three times her age.

And this velour?

I prefer that one,

with the osprey feathers.

Could you ask him, do you think?

Father's extremely proud of his orchids.

I hate them.

They're so,

oh I don't know, so impure somehow.

Do please ask him not to send them anymore.

There's a sweet friend, Edith, please?

Can you not ask him?

I couldn't.

I dare not.

I'm such a coward.

Well.

Oh, please?

You've got so much more character than me.

You're as strong as he.

But Alice,

if you dare not ask this of my father

how will you ever manage those deeper conflicts

that occur even in the happiest of marriages?

Oh, I don't know.

I'm so frightened.

Of marrying my father?

I wish,

no, please don't ask.

Let's not speak of it.

What do you think of this one?

Neither Ms. Presbury nor I consider her father's

infatuation with Ms. Morphy

to be entirely appropriate.

Rather excessive.

And her parents

have no objections to the marriage?

The professor is a respectable widower.

And a wealthy man.

When may I call?

Call?

To view Ms. Presbury's window,

to determine for myself its accessibility

and otherwise to an intruder.

Shall we say 11:00 tomorrow morning?

Professor Presbury will be at his college.

That's of no matter.

At present my inquiries are purely logistical.

I have never had any secrets from the professor.

Mr. Bennett,

let me refer you to your first question,

which you have in fact answered.

You're more inclined to Ms. Presbury's party

than you are to your employer's.

Yes, yes, I dare say.

Thank you.

Good day.

Good day.

Holmes, you're prying into the affairs

of a perfectly respectable family.

Why is Bennett so reluctant to tell the truth?

Loyalty.

It is as plain as a pack staff.

Let us hope so.

Yet he wrote to me under duress.

You notice his handwriting,

the crossing of the T's with such deep indentation?

And then upon his arrival his endeavors

to call the whole thing off, no,

there's more to this than meets the eye.

I do not agree.

This case is unworthy of you.

I must return to my surgery.

Maybe I'll see you tomorrow.

Father?

My dear.

I trust you slept better?

Oh, yes.

Last night I moved to the guest bedroom.

Oh, no need surely.

It was but an ugly dream.

Father, Alice has asked me,

Yes?

The truth is she does not care for orchids.

She doesn't?

Well, why did she not say so?

Well, she was afraid to.

You forget how formidable you are father.

The silly girl.

Well, then she shall have roses.

Yes, two dozen red roses.

Roy was quiet enough last night.

Not to rouse him, sir.

Docility itself, (unintelligible).

All right,

He's grown accustomed to his shackles.

The poor beast.

Shall we go up?

If Ms. Presbury has no objection.

I understand the necessity.

Let us lead the way my dear.

I'm glad you're more yourself today, Watson.

You were a veritable bear yesterday.

A touch liverish perhaps.

This is where the figure appeared?

Yes.

There's no ladder on the premises

that could reach this height?

No.

Was the window ajar?

Yes, I keep the door locked.

Did the hand touch the windowpane?

I don't know.

I fainted.

Of course you did, of course you did.

Well, that's a formidable elevation,

yet the ivy's strong, Hedera Helixis,

torn away just here.

Ms. Presbury,

your father has returned prematurely.

Oh, no.

He mustn't know you're here Mr. Holmes.

That can scarcely be avoided.

However, let us go down.

The backstairs?

Certainly not.

Bennett, what did you do with my lecture?

Who the devil are you, sir?

Father, I'm sorry.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Who?

The detective.

Professor Presbury,

my card.

221 B,

hardly an address to inspire confidence.

I have never sought

to inspire confidence in others.

I have quite enough of my own.

May I introduce my colleague Dr. Watson?

Certainly not, you may leave at once the pair of you.

Father, they are here at our request.

But not mine, Edith.

And you Bennett,

you should have consulted me

before resorting to such methods,

a common detective and his accomplice, really.

Now, sir,

allow me to escort you from the premises.

My assistant had no authority

to engage you in this matter.

Kindly inquire into it no further.

Should you persist I shall have no hesitation

in calling the police.

Lestrade of Yard is well known to me so beware.

I would hesitate in calling Lestrade, professor,

if you wish to have the mystery solved.

There is no mystery, sir, none.

Now be gone with you

or would you have me release my dog?

Believe me he'll not distinguish

between a hired snoop and an intruder.

Will you be gone, sir, will you?

We shall, sir, we shall but you are over the mark.

Kindly watch your words.

As a breed,

despite their ferocious appearance

these dogs are seldom vicious.

I'm surprised that Roy needs chaining at all

unless it is for your safety as much as ours.

The dog reflects family life Watson.

Does it indeed.

Whoever heard of a frisky dog in a gloomy home

or a sad dog in a happy one?

Snarling people have snarling dogs.

You observed the Presbury's Irish wolfhound

as well as I.

He growled quite as much at his master as it did at us,

two complete strangers.

That animal did not reserve its animosity

solely for the professor.

We'll seek verification from young Bennett

when he arrives.

I sent word by way of Jack Macphail

after our meeting at the Goat and Compasses.

Another of your agents Holmes?

The Presburys' coachman.

He has charge of Roy.

I joined him last night

for what he calls a wee Goldie.

Here's Bennett, precipitous as ever.

Come in.

Good morning.

Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson,

I must apologize

for your unfortunate encounter yesterday.

But also...

There's no need.

In fact, it has provided the very first clue

to this odd affair.

Do sit down.

Thank you.

Mr. Holmes, I cannot pretend that I am happy

to have answered your summons.

Of course and I continue to appreciate

the division of your loyalties.

It's no small wonder that you've withheld so much.

Roy first attacked his master on the evening

of September the 2nd, did he not?

How can you know that?

As the professor came from his study into the hall

he restrained the dog.

On this occasion

he was merely shut up in the scullery.

The next morning he was as right as rain

or so Macphail informs me.

Macphail?

Who better than the family coachman

to advise me how matters might truly stand?

Forgive me Mr. Holmes,

I should have told you myself but...

But you didn't.

The second attack occurred 13 days later.

Again, the professor was in the hall.

Fortunately this time he was able

to put the study door between himself

and the altered animal, was he not?

Edith wanted Roy chained from that moment.

But her father overruled her.

He insisted that he was still

a dear affectionate dog,

that he wasn't congenitally vicious.

But not after the third attack?

No, he did agree then that he had to be restrained.

And Roy was banished to the chain in the stable yard.

Yes.

Macphail believes that the change in Roy's behavior

stems from about two months ago?

I think it may have.

I, I didn't keep a straight note of it.

Consult your fianc�e Bennett and Macphail.

A precise log of these events

may yet prove pertinent.

I observed that the professor lectures

at the university at 2:00 this afternoon.

I shall call then.

No, I couldn't possibly agree, no.

Bennett, Ms. Presbury did not dream.

Someone or something looked in upon her.

It is my conviction that your fianc�e

is in grave danger.

From who?

No, sir, from whom or from what.

As secretary you handle

the professor's correspondence.

Oh yes, it's my responsibility

to open every letter.

Has it always been Ms. Presbury's habit

to lock her bedroom door at night?

Um, no, well it,

well she told me that...

Yes?

It was after Roy began to behave so strangely.

That she too became afraid of the dog?

Mr. Holmes, you mustn't touch his desk.

Bennett!

Thank you.

Inform me of the correspondence

the professor had with someone called Dorak

inhabiting Com Read.

No, no, no,

Commercial Road of course CC.

It would appear that the professor answers

such correspondence himself.

Well, again...

Again, you've been reluctant to speak.

Yes.

Some eight weeks ago he told me that

certain missives might arrive from East Central

marked by a cross under the stamp.

A code?

And did they regularly?

Irregularly.

I was to leave them unopened

and speak of them to no one.

You said missive.

They were not letters.

Well, some were,

others were small packets.

And did you observe

Professor Presbury's replies?

No.

They didn't pass through my hands.

Yet the evidence would suggest that he did respond.

To the Hindu the dog

is a traditional enemy of the monkey.

What was that Watson?

What?

Nothing.

Jack?

Oh, I, I wasn't aware.

No, I couldn't tell you, you'd already gone out.

I see.

I've invited Alice to take tea with us.

Do not be too severe upon your fianc�e Ms. Presbury.

He has acted for the best.

And please will you continue

to lock your door at night.

The prowler who looked in upon you

is no ordinary creature.

Good day.

Jack, you shouldn't have brought him in here.

I didn't want to but he insisted.

He says there's grave danger.

Was that Sherlock Holmes?

The Sherlock Holmes?

Your observation goes to the very heart

of this business Watson.

Observation?

Considering the monkey and the dog,

the very heart of it.

Oh, you think so?

Now if you'd be so kind

as to accompany me to the university

you can drive on to the Commercial Road,

inquire after Dorak.

That's not an address Holmes.

The Commercial Road is a mile long

from Allgate east to LimeHouse.

We'll ask a custom monger where Dorak's shop.

Shop?

Come on Watson, I'm going to be late.

The equatorial rain forests of Africa,

Asia and Southern America

are filled with the sound and movement

of a multitude of species

from the primate family,

This physical activity,

the swinging amongst branches,

the flying leaps from treetop to treetop

and loud raucous calling,

not only defines territorial rights in the forest.

For example for food gathering,

the tender shoots of tree and shrub

are particularly prized,

but also is frequently among

the males a ritual display

either to ward off unwelcome intruders

or to impress a particular female

with a sexual potential of the performer.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Good afternoon, looking for somebody are ya?

I believe there's some livery stables

here or nearby.

No, no, we got a Macker's Yard next door,

that's all.

Oh, right, right you are.

It's a dead end.

Oh, I could see a way through, yes.

You're a narc or what?

Not at all.

Out.

I'm sorry.

I said out.

You just can't take it in, can you?

I beg your pardon?

I said out and I meant out.

No admittance, mate.

These are commercial premises.

What do you mean by that?

I mean it's a shop.

It must be early closing day.

This is ridiculous.

Is it?

My dear Lestrade, I'm astonished that you,

a man of your standing

should call upon so petty an errand.

Professor Presbury objects most strenuously

to your investigations Mr. Holmes.

His complaint is that of unjustified harassment.

The justification has yet to be proved.

Has Presbury informed you of the facts?

Of course.

And your conclusions?

A girl half asleep,

mistook a cat or a bird

or both for an intruder.

That's all.

It's trifle.

Such a simple explanation,

however, it begs the question

of the family dog, does it not?

Does it?

What dog?

Presbury did not mention Roy's part

in this affair is strange.

Clearly a partial witness.

I suggest you ask him.

You're not in full possession of the facts

of this complex case.

Trust you to say there's more to it

than meets the eye, Mr. Holmes.

I never concern myself in anything

without that stimulus.

If you persist you may find yourself

at the wrong end

of a private prosecution you know.

Professor Presbury is a determined man.

Then we're fairly matched, are we not?

I knew it.

Well, I've said my say.

Mr. Holmes.

Lestrade.

Right, you can do it?

Yeah, easier than Maidstone,

poor old fellow.

144 Commercial Road.

Oh, you located Dorak, good.

He appears to run a general store

as far as I can tell.

Sells everything from flatirons to fishhooks.

Can you be more specific?

Well, can't be a very prosperous business.

Why not?

Because the general public are not allowed in.

Did you discover anything else?

Apart from being threatened

by an unhelpful brute

in an alley at the side, very little.

He obviously works there because he followed me back

to the shop and threatened me again.

Oh, there was another fellow sharply dressed,

a waistcoat with a mustache.

A Cheroot?

Yes, yes, he did.

Sounds like Harry Wilcox,

more usually of Soho Square

than the East End.

Anything further?

Not really except the smell.

There was a very odd smell about the place.

Of what?

Well it's not easy to say.

It belonged to the animal kingdom.

Straw or stables?

More like a zoo.

You're still up.

Yes, sir, I thought I might finish these proofs.

Very conscientious of you but no, no,

you get to bed.

I'd rather not, sir.

I should like...

Get to bed.

Go on with you.

Yes, sir, very well.

Good night, sir.

Good night.

Darling wake up, it's me.

Edith?

Who is it?

It's me, open the door.

What is it?

I saw,

I can't describe.

Oh, the intruder.

We must rouse your father.

Professor Presbury?

Father?

Sir, sir?

Both of you, what is it?

Jack thought he saw...

I fancied I,

I heard an intruder, sir.

You did?

Yes, Roy too was exercised

but when I looked out just now there was nothing

and he since quieted down.

But you thought you saw...

Yes, I thought I saw...

Yes?

An animal.

An animal?

No, it must have been a trick of the light, sir.

Must have been, yes, sir.

I was mistaken.

My apologies.

Good night.

Bennett?

Yes, sir?

Get some sleep.

There's a good chap.

Yes, sir.

Of course.

Watson?

Watson?

Watson?

Unofficially a gang is at work.

Other zoological gardens

have reported similar thefts?

Oh, yeah, my colleagues in Driscoll

are investigating the theft

of two rhesus monkeys and a baboon

removed only last week.

A traveling menagerie in Oxfordshire

lost a prized chimpanzee

and Maidstone, their finest gorilla.

Big Charlie?

Yeah.

Delightful chap.

I knew him well.

Well, they've all disappeared without a trace.

And Mr. Holmes, what's his interest?

He insisted to me that this may have relevance

to another case he has in hand.

We like to indulge him when we can.

Find anything to the purpose, Mr. Holmes?

Nothing much.

I warned you,

my men have been through it with a tooth comb.

The lock was released by

Jenkins of Stepping Green.

The primate was quieted with a pad of chloroform

administered by someone who lavishes their hair

with Mr. Brewster of Jernin Street's Pomade.

This would suggest

that he also sports a waxed mustache,

Mr. Brewster being celebrated for his

cosmetic wax for gentlemen.

If this was so Lestrade you could do worse

than have a word with Harry the Tash Wilcox of Soho.

Good lord Holmes,

you're nothing much.

Would be anyone else a great deal.

Yes, well I'm sure my men will arrive

at the same conclusion

once their reports are in hand.

You will also naturally have noticed Lestrade

that this is the sixth reported theft

of a mature male primate in as many weeks.

Is it six?

Exceptional.

The gender of the animals removed is I suggest

of the essence.

Good day.

(knock on door)

Come in.

My dearest Alice.

I'm not interrupting your work?

No, no.

I wasn't seriously engaged,

just some notes of future inquiry, nothing more.

Shall we go to the drawing room?

This is hardly the place to entertain a young lady.

No.

Oh, dear.

My dear child, what is the matter?

I ought to have said before.

Ought to what?

There, you must take it back.

But Alice.

I can't marry you.

I shouldn't have said I would,

but I was afraid to say no.

Please take it back.

Nonsense, This is simply...

No, you must take it.

There, I'm sorry.

Alice.

No, you're old,

you're too old.

So, Bennett actually saw the intruders shadow

inside the house.

But upon investigation could find no further trace.

You must get this to him

by way of the butcher's boy.

Are you coming?

Where to?

Dorak's Emporium, especially those parts

where Jenkins took such pains to guard against you.

Are you game?

Delighted.

You go armed?

Always carry a firearm east of Allgate, Watson.

It's as I feared.

We was waiting on a visit, Mr. Holmes.

Wilcox!

And Jenkins.

By heavens Holmes,

this is what I smelt.

These are Dorak's patients,

poor abused creatures.

Have you observed the experiments

that Dorak performs on them?

Oh, no that's none of our business he says.

Well count yourself fortunate

that the process has been kept from you.

Now gentlemen in you go.

In there with him?

Why?

To await the police.

In gentlemen.

I should advise Inspector Lestrade at once.

You can't leave us in here.

Remember the gorilla is a social animal

and if you both mind your manners

you will do well enough I dare say.

Mr. Bennett and Ms. Presbury.

Yes.

I decided I had to accompany Jack, Mr. Holmes.

I'm delighted.

Have you brought the list of missing dates?

Yes, Roy also barked on these nights.

Please never mind that Mr. Holmes.

We have far more urgent matters to impart.

Is that so?

Ms. Morphy has renounced my father.

She's returned his ring?

Today.

Since when he has remained locked in his study.

Every time I've knocked he's shouted abuse at me.

We, we fear...

The logic of it Watson,

of this progression, do you see it?

Please?

The first three occasions are self-evident.

We know of those.

What happened on the 5th of October?

Roy barked all night, on the 12th too.

They're also days upon which the professor

received packages from London East Central.

This is the date on which the face appeared

at the window four nights ago?

Yes.

And this is where the shadow appeared last night.

Of course!

The common factor is two.

Always the gap decreases by two days.

Numskull, Holmes.

And today is the 21st of October.

Did?

Yes, a package arrived this morning.

And the crisis is upon us.

Last night was but the precursor.

Come, we must go at once.

Come along, come along, I'll explain on the way.

The front door is open.

Bennett, examine upstairs.

Watson.

I thought as much.

(dog barking)

Did you hear Mr. Holmes?

Too well, Ms. Presbury, too well.

Up there, look.

(making monkey noises)

My heavens Holmes, you were right.

(dog barking)

(dog growling)

He's headed across to Ms. Morphy's house.

Bennett stay here and protect Ms. Presbury.

He's aiming for that balcony.

It's locked.

The dog Watson, the dog.

Stay away,

please keep away.

It was a close thing,

just missed the carotid artery.

Is he all right?

He'll live.

A reformed man I have no doubt

after his experience.

My dear Lestrade

I quite intended you to have the credit

but to complete the case against

Dorak, Wilcox and Jenkins

you'll need this.

Here is the incontrovertible proof

that those animals you've rescued from degradation

were stolen for the sake of their glands.

The animal extract was sold at an enormous profit

to those foolish or desperate enough

to imagine that a course of serum

could restore their lost vitality

without any other effects.

I am grateful to you Mr. Holmes.

Thanks to you we've traced the evil to its source.

Perhaps, but poor Presbury.

When one tries to rise above nature,

one is liable to fall below it.

The highest type of man

may revert to the animal

when he leaves the straight road of destiny.

Yes, well I'll leave the philosophy to you Mr. Holmes.

Quite the best Lestrade, I always do.

Is the wolfhound to be destroyed?

Oh, no, no it was the monkey that Roy attacked,

not the man.

But the dog will be himself again

quite as much as his master.

Well, thank you both.

Good day, gentlemen.

Good day Lestrade.

If I my say so Holmes

I think you went a little too far

in allowing Lestrade all the credit.

Not all Watson.

You can file it away in our archives.

One day the entire truth can be told.