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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
fiancé'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 Simia Satyrus 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.

Miss 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 Miss 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 fiancé, Miss Presbury?

You're aware of that?

As I am of your employer's
engagement to Miss 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 1 st
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 Miss 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...

Miss 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 Miss Presbury,

as an impressionable fanciful girl?

No, quite the reverse.

Miss 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.

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 Miss Presbury nor
I consider her father's-

infatuation with Miss 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 Miss 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 Miss 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...

Aye, he's grown accustomed
to his shackles.

The poor beast.

Shall we go up?

If Miss 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, heders alegriensis,
torn away just here.

Miss 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 Jock 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 congenially 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 fiancé
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, Miss Presbury
did not dream.

Someone or something
looked in upon her.

It is my conviction that your
fiancé is in grave danger.

From whom?

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
Miss Presbury's habit

to lock her bedroom door at night?

Urn, 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 Cornmead.

No, no, no,

Commercial Road of course E.C.

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 fiancé Miss 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 Aldgate 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.

...therefore, 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 knacker'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 nark 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. Listen.

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.

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? 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
Jermyn 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 Tech 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? Good lord, exceptional.

The gender of the animals
removed is I suggest of the essence.

Good day.

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 Aldgate, Watson.

It's as I feared.

He was reckoning 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 Miss 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?

Miss 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 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 21 st 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.

Did you hear Mr. Holmes?

Too well, Miss Presbury, too well.

Up there, look.

My heavens Holmes, you were right.

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

Bennett stay here and
protect Miss Presbury.

He's aiming for that balcony.

It's locked.

Then, we must housebreak.

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.