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Watson,

what is the medical term for an obsession?

I feel, you see,

that I must lay to rest a ghost

which has haunted me for some time.

I shall be away for several weeks in the highlands.

Meanwhile your patients

might be encouraged by seeing you more often in your consulting room.

What about Baker street?

Poste Restante, Diogenes Club, and the regulars, you know my methods.

Now I shall be watching you...

with my third eye.

One hundred and ten carats, sir.

Bigger than the Hope diamond. Bigger even than the Koh-l-Noor.

No wonder the froggies are anxious to get it back.

Closing in ten minutes, sir.

This is my sister.

Agnes.

Do you not perceive a strong family resemblance between us?

It's the bone structure.

Peculiar to the Garrideb, be they male or female, don't you know.

And this is Emily.

We're descended from good Anglo-Saxon stock.

Ancient blood courses through our veins.

I'm relieved to hear it. Do please, please sit down.

Did you say, Garrideb?

Doctor, I'm not in the habit of...

She's not in the habit of repeating herself.

I've just said that, Agnes dear.

My sister is a little hard of hearing, don't you know.

One of my University Lecturers was called Garrideb.

He remembers you, Doctor Watson.

You're related?

He is our brother, Nathan,

and the only reason for our presence here today.

He's ill?

Not inordinately.

No.

Are either of you ladies ill?

The very thought.

My sister and I have followed a strict regime of clean, healthy living,

since we were young girls.

My father wouldn't allow it.

And we insist that all our gentlemen do the same.

Your gentlemen?

Our gentlemen tenants, Doctor Watson.

Oh, I see. You em, you rent rooms.

Not to anybody, you understand.

My sister and I are most particular about who we have under our roof.

Isn't that so, Emily?

I don't quite follow. If,

if no one is ill, why have you come to see me?

I'd have thought that was obvious, Doctor.

We have a case for Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Mycroft, wake up.

Cantlemere.

We don't often see you here at the Diogenes.

Have you spoken to your brother as requested?

Alas, no.

Well I don't need to remind you, from whence the request came.

It is the Prime Minister's personal wish that your brother

should employ his detective skills to find the Mazarin Diamond

and return it to Whitehall without delay.

I'm rather afraid that Sherlock is unavailable at the present time.

Unavailable.

Inconvenient, I know. But he's engaged on another case up in the highlands.

Doesn't expect to be back for about a week.

Not good enough, Mycroft.

You really must try and keep your brother on a shorter leash.

Do you know the history of the mazarin diamond?

Yes of course I do.

It was named after Cardinal Jules Mazarin, a Chief Minister

during the reign of Louis the Fourteenth.

It belongs now to Her Majesty the Queen.

Yes, but it is soon to be returned to France, where it belongs

as a goodwill gesture on the part of the British people.

And I think you'll agree that such a gesture

could only help to cement the relationship between our two countries.

To go back on our word now could spell diplomatic disaster.

The Prime Minister has asked that your brother investigates this case

and Mr. Holmes has never, ever let him down.

My dear Horatio,

if Sherlock were here I'm sure he'd be more than delighted to assist.

At least, I think he would, but he's not here, you see, so he can't.

But I could. Illuminate me.

He came to the house yesterday.

Who did?

The American.

An American came to your house to visit your brother

and offered him a large sum of money.

Five million dollars.

Fifteen million dollars to be divided between three people.

With the same name, Garrideb.

But only male Garrideb can share the fortune.

Like my brother.

And the American.

But it's as plain as a pikestaff, Doctor.

He's not a real Garrideb at all.

He says he is, but we know otherwise, don't we, Emily?

You do? How?

Bone structure.

He simply doesn't have it.

Of course, bone structure.

Whoever he is the man's an absolute cad.

Mycroft, think of the country.

Imagine if the Mazarin diamond was never found.

Or turns up again in a variety of difference shapes.

Now, ladies if you'll excuse me,

there are patients waiting to be seen.

Here is our card, Doctor.

You will speak on our behalf won't you, Doctor, please?

I'll do what I can.

Five million dollars.

Thank you for listening, Doctor.

Come along, Agnes.

He's not as intelligent as I thought he'd be.

The name Garrideb will almost certainly mean nothing to you,

but I feel I should relay the particulars of the most extraordinary tale.

How long had the diamond been exhibited before its theft?

Nearly ten years.

Inside the same glass case?

Yes, as far as we know.

Has this lock ever been changed?

The whole gate would have to be replaced, Mr. Holmes.

Nothing was left to chance.

Inspector, whoever took the diamond, was able to walk in here

without any apparent difficulty.

Since there are no marks or scratches on the lock to suggest that it was forced,

we may safely conclude the thief had a key.

Once inside, it would have been the work of a moment

to smash the case and remove the stone.

I gather that you were unconscious at the time of the theft. Is that correct?

That's right, sir.

I was just seeing out the last of the public, and

getting ready to lock up for the night when he came at me.

You saw him?

No, sir.

Before I could turn around, he clobbered me and I went down.

You seem confident that your attacker was a male who acted alone.

I suppose so, sir. But I couldn't swear to it.

As far as I knew, the Count had gone and the museum was empty.

The Count?

The Count Sylvius, was the last member of the public

to leave the building before the attack happened.

Count Negretto Sylvius.

We've spoken to him. He remembers seeing nothing untoward.

He would.

The Commissioner himself has asked me not to pursue that line of enquiry.

The Count was lucky sir.

If he'd stayed any longer he might have got clobbered as well.

Here he is Nathan.

Oh dear, oh, he hasn't has he?

Yes, he has.

Ah, young er, er, Watkinson.

Nice to see you again after all these years.

Pay no regard, Doctor.

Sit you down, sit you down, young Watkins.

A species of the family, Vespertilionidae.

Found them in a subterranean cavern

in my travels in Sofala in South East Africa, in my younger days.

I don't get out much now, of course. Hands, and legs aren't what they were.

Nathan, Doctor Watson is acting for Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

He has come to talk about the other Mr. Garrideb, not your hands and legs.

Oh, here it is.

Tell him what the American has told us.

Our visitor started by explaining

that anyone from Kansas in the United States of America

would recognise the name Alexander Hamilton Garrideb.

He had no kith nor kin.

But he took a kind of pride in the queerness of the name,

and that's what brought us together.

One day I had a visit from the old man,

he was tickled to death to find someone else with the same name and dead set

on finding out if there were any more Garrideb in the world.

So, he asked me to find another.

I said I was a busy man and

couldn't spend my life hiking round the world in search of other Garrideb.

But when he died about a year later,

he left behind the queerest will ever filed in the State of Kansas.

His property was divided into three parts, of which I was to have one,

on condition that I found two Garrideb who would share the remainder.

Five million dollars each if it's a cent.

But we can't lay a finger on it until we all three stand in a row.

I don't believe a word of it.

Sir, there isn't one in the whole of the United States.

I went through it with a fine toothed comb and never a Garrideb could I catch.

Then, I decided to try the old country,

and sure enough, there was your name in the London Telephone Directory.

Three adult men, sir.

That's what it specified in Alexander Hamilton Garrideb' will.

Two down. One to go.

Five million dollars. Hallelujah.

Unparalleled good fortune.

Female relatives are disqualified.

Surely, there must be some other Garrideb in the world.

What do you think?

Do you believe this man's story, Mr. Garrideb?

Without a doubt. He has an honest face.

The man's a rogue.

Your sisters think otherwise.

Emily and Agnes are inclined to read too much romantic fiction.

Inclined to find shadows where there should only be light.

Nonsense.

Thank you for explaining, Mr. Garrideb.

It's been a great pleasure to see you again, sir.

Nathan, you silly old...

Well, you'll just have to draw your own conclusion.

If, as seems probable, the American Garrideb is a rogue,

then you may already have seen the last of him. But please,

please let me know if there are any further developments.

Oh, we shall.

Goodbye, sir.

Good day to you then. Young Watkins.

Poppycock. Balderdash.

Just think what I could do with five million dollars.

Why, I have the nucleus of a national collection.

I shall be the Hans Sloane of my age.

Mycroft Holmes. Well, well...

First the police, and now you.

You come to find out where I'm hiding the Mazarin Stone?

I didn't expect a confession, Count.

Then you won't be disappointed.

Please, if you wish.

Be careful. It has a hair trigger.

They were a gift from the Princess of Wales.

Such balance, such workmanship.

A beautiful thing fits strangely in the wrong hand.

Yes, she is extraordinarily beautiful.

She?

The diamond.

I must say I'm surprised no one has been tempted to

steal her away from Whitehall before.

I'm sure the temptation was there, Count.

All that was lacking was audacity and opportunity.

Audacity and opportunity. And motive?

Avariciousness and greed are motives, Count.

I'm sure you're familiar with them.

The police are satisfied that I was away from the building

when the theft occurred.

Que sera sera.

I'm following my own line of enquiry,

as my brother did with Miss Minnie Warrender,

when she accused you of stealing her jewels.

My conscience is clear.

Our past is an unresolved duel, Mycroft.

You may hold some personal grievance against me.

But that gives you no right to sully my good name and reputation.

This is between us, Count.

You...

And me.

Do forgive me. Hair trigger.

Should I wait, sir?

No, no. That won't be necessary.

Right you are, sir.

Walk on.

My dear Holmes,

I agree that five million dollars is an impossibly generous offer.

For the sake of my old tutor I hope it doesn't prove to be false.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Doctor. There's a Mr. Garrideb to see you.

Thank you Mrs. Hudson. Show him in.

Forgive me, I was expecting someone else.

Mr. Nathan Garrideb, I suppose.

You must be Doctor Watkins.

Close.

What can I do for you, Mr. Garrideb?

For a start you can stop interfering in matters that don't rightly concern you.

I'm sorry?

I saw the old man and his sisters today

and they told me you were acting on behalf of Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

That's no reflection on you, Mr. Garrideb.

Mr. Holmes and I have means of getting information

which is not normally available to the public.

I don't want the police butting into a private matter.

Surely, the sooner we find a third male Garrideb,

the better for all concerned?

Well, that puts it different.

If you're content to help us find the third man,

I can't see any harm in that.

I hope that I put your mind at rest, Mr. Garrideb.

John Garrideb.

I'm sorry if I was a bit short with you back there, Doctor Watkins.

Watson. That's quite all right.

I'm fairly new to this country

and haven't gotten used to your English ways yet.

I guess I must seem impatient to a man like yourself.

Urbane and unsophisticated.

Good luck with your search, Mr. Garrideb.

I'll be in touch if I discover anything useful.

Much obliged, Doctor.

Much obliged.

John Garrideb has a English coat, frayed at the elbow and trousers

bagged at the knees with at least a years wear.

Despite what he says I'll wager that he hasn't just arrived in this country.

You would hardly refuse to trade with someone who possesses a diamond of

exceptional quality.

That depends, Mr. Mycroft.

Oh, on what?

The provenance of the diamond, of course. Its legality.

Even if it were brought to you by a respectable member of society?

Her Majesty could offer me the Crown Jewels

and I'd still refuse to do business with her.

Strange to think that pieces of crystalised carbon

could be the cause of such great human happiness and tragedy.

Some things are better said in private, Mr. Mycroft,

you do understand.

I think we understand each other. You have a reputable business.

You can't afford to make mistakes.

You were offered a diamond.

Yes. I was interested, of course.

He was willing to pay a lot of money.

Who was?

Tell me.

The Count.

And the name?

Count Sylvius.

Well that's no good to me, Ikey. I need them within two days.

With the greatest respect, sir,

only Roger Presbury could have cut your diamond in less than a week.

And he took his skills with him to the grave.

Well then I'd better find someone alive to do the work while there's still time.

What can you do?

Who was Roger Presbury?

A true genius.

In his hands a lifeless, shapeless stone

became a living, breathing work of art.

Diamonds were his life.

And his death?

Indeed. He was murdered five years ago

during a quarrel about some gems.

Ah, such a tragedy.

Did you see the Count's diamond?

Alas, no. But he did give me a description of it.

He described a round stone of finest purity and colour.

Approximately one hundred carats in weight.

A hundred and ten, Mr. Mycroft.

But a little too close for comfort to a description of the Mazarin Stone.

I've taken up enough of your time.

Not at all, Mr. Mycroft sir. Not at all.

Ladies.

Ladies I've got good news.

Ladies, tell your brother I've got good news.

Your antipathy for the Count is well known,

unlike your reasons. He brings the higher echelons of our Society

into disrepute.

In your opinion.

I suppose you realise that the Count is among the guests at a levee

at St. James's Palace tomorrow morning.

He should be serving a prison sentence.

And the Prince and Princess of Wales

are unlikely to entertain suspected criminals, are they?

Drive on George.

Enchanting.

You are an incorrigible flatterer, Count Sylvius.

Bertie will be most disturbed if he knew of your attentions.

Your most humble servant, Ma'am.

A beautiful thing sits strangely in the wrong hands.

There.

"Howard Garrideb. Constructor of Agricultural Machinery."

"Binders, reapers' steam and hand plows, drills, harrows,"

"farmer's carts, buckboards, and all other appliances."

"Estimates for Artesian Wells. Apply Grosvenor Buildings, Aston."

John, Nathan and now Howard.

A third Garrideb.

Read the advertisement again, Doctor.

And look at the spelling.

Howard Garrideb. Constructor of Agricultural Machinery.

Binders, reapers' steam and hand plows.

And how do you spell "ploughs"?

P - L - O - W - S. That's American spelling.

It could be a printer's error.

Buckboards Artesan Wells. In Birmingham.

So, you're implying that this advertisement

has been written by an American. John Garrideb.

So, this Howard Garrideb simply doesn't exist.

And yet he has asked Nathan to meet him in his office alone

tomorrow night in Birmingham.

Now something is wrong, Doctor. Terribly wrong.

Count Negretto Sylvius.

Game-shot, spirtsmand and man about town. Confidence trickster.

Ah, please, sir...

Here it is.

And now diamond thief.

I'll have him. I'll have him.

You can't go in there.

It's quite all right, Mrs. Hudson.

Dr. Watson.

The Count is expected.

Well, you might have warned me.

I want to talk to this man in private.

Stay where you are, Watson.

You have gone out of your way to annoy me.

You have set your creatures upon my track.

My creatures.

I assure you no.

Two days ago, it was a cabman.

Today, some booming old fool at the Palace.

You give my little impersonations too much praise.

So, you admit that you have dogged me. Why?

I want the Mazarin Stone.

You have come here to find out how much I know

and how far my removal is absolutely essential.

I know everything except one thing which you are now about to tell me.

Where is the Mazarin Stone?

How the devil should I be able to tell you where she is?

Do you know what is kept in this notebook, Count?

You. You are all here.

Every action of your vile and dangerous life.

You know you will make nothing of that.

Uh, here is the robbery on the train de Luc de Riviera.

And here, oh, same year, Count,

is the forged cheque to the Credit Lyonnais.

No, you're wrong there.

Then I am right on the others.

Now, Count. You are a card player.

When the other fellow has all the trumps,

it saves time to put down one's hand.

What has all this to do with the Mazarin Stone?

I have the cabbie who took you to Whitehall

and brought you away again.

I have the attendant who saw you at the jewel case.

I have the jeweller who refused to cut the stone up.

That's the hand I play from.

But one card is missing.

The Queen of Diamonds.

You're wasting time if you believe I have her.

Continue to dog me if it amuses you.

Don't amuse me.

Remember, hair trigger.

How can he hope to dispose of it?

The jeweller said it would take weeks to cut up the stone.

Only a man called Presbury could have done it in less time.

And he is dead but the man who killed him may still be alive.

What does he mean by "hair trigger?"

He means I won't die in my bed.

These are post-mortem photographs of Roger Presbury.

Rather unpleasant I'm afraid.

You must be used to seeing such sights, Doctor.

Ah yes, indeed.

And what can you tell us of his murderer, Inspector?

A man called Winter.

I've got his photograph here in our Rogue's Gallery somewhere.

Found guilty of manslaughter, sentenced to five years.

Released two months ago.

Here he is. A native of Chicago.

James Winter, alias Morecroft, alias Evans,

alias,

John Garrideb...

That the man you know as John Garrideb

once worked for Roger Presbury.

It's quite extraordinary, really...

Get away, get away.

My dear Watson, Presbury dead 5 years.

Identify Garrideb's lodger. Holmes.

Mycroft.

My god, I thought it was you.

This is proof he feels my boot

very close to his backside.

It must be very wearisome for you trying to keep this place tidy, Mrs. Hudson.

My sister and I are quite used to clutter.

It seems that John Garrideb is an imposter,

his name is Winter. I told you, Emily. I didn't like his eyes.

It was the bone structure, dear.

He simply didn't have it.

A telegram arrived a moment ago.

Thank you Mrs. Hudson.

Now ladies please.

Please come to workshop. Urgent information. Ikey.

It is very important that, can you tell me about your American lodger

and why he left your household.

Well, he didn't leave.

He simply disappeared.

Do you remember when?

When? Oh, dear.

Four or five years ago.

Isn't that right, Emily?

Give or take a few months, yes dear.

Then your brother took over his room.

How clever of you to know that, Doctor.

Miss Garrideb, Miss Garrideb.

And Miss Garrideb.

Watson, would you be good enough to escort these ladies home?

I have urgent business to attend to. I shall follow you later.

I will try to persuade Nathan not to travel to Birmingham.

We should be so grateful.

It can cause irreparable damage to his health.

Forgive me, ladies.

Two of the finest detectives it's ever been my privilege to meet.

Oh, such a card.

I really am very sorry.

What's done is done, Mr. Mycroft.

Van Seddar is in London.

He plans to return to Amsterdam before tomorrow night.

Who is Van Seddar?

He has a boat down on the Thames. I don't know where.

He will take... he will take the Mazarin Stone to Amsterdam.

Are you sure the stone hasn't been cut.

Ah well, you see it can be cleaved.

Split down the grain with a single blow.

Would Presbury's assistant have the necessary skill

to cleave a large diamond?

He may convince others that he has.

But not me.

The man is a criminal, Mr. Garrideb.

He doesn't exist, dear.

Poppycock...

We've been trying to tell you that. Haven't we, Emily?

Nonsense. You're jealous because I'm about to inherit five million dollars.

I've no right to insist, but it is my professional advice, Mr. Garrideb,

that you should not travel to Birmingham.

Out of my way, young Watkins.

Unless you wish to be trampled underfoot.

When I return tomorrow, I shall be a wealthy man.

Euston.

Doctor. My sister and I shall have to retire shortly.

There are plenty of spare beds if you wish to sleep, Doctor Watson.

Please, don't worry about me, Miss Garrideb.

I'll just stay there.

Oh... Well, there are plenty of cushions.

Let's plump them up a little. I'm sure...

No, please. Don't let me keep you awake.

I'll just draw the curtains for you.

No, no, please. It's alright.

You will help yourself to tea and cake, won't you, Doctor.

Oh, thank you very much.

Or there's a little sherry if you prefer. Don't hesitate.

In fact, I might just...

Come on, Emily dear.

Then we'll bid you goodnight then.

Goodnight.

All clear is it?

Yes.

Splendid.

What an extraordinary room.

I'm afraid Mr. Garrideb is on his way to Birmingham.

Oh that's excellent.

This is much more

serious than I had thought, Watson.

You may need this.

Dowse the candles, Watson.

Is that sherry?

Yes.

Not bad this sherry.

James Winter, I presume.

Watson.

Are you alright?

I saw the gun in his hand.

I didn't...

You've got the wrong man.

I think not, Mr. Winter.

It was Presbury's idea.

Presbury is dead.

When he was alive, sir,

you've got to believe me.

He went to the museum every week for three years,

all the while figuring out a way to steal the Mazarin Stone and hack it up.

Making the duplicate key was easy.

Before he had a chance to use it, he died.

He was murdered for that key.

Not by me, sir.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

I told the jury so at the trial. It was some argument over jewellery,

but they didn't believe me.

Did you steal the Mazarin Stone?

No, sir. I did not.

I apprehended you, I'm sorry...

Then who did?

Presbury's murderer.

The only other man who knew this plan to steal it.

The only man cool enough to take a diamond out of Whitehall.

And the man for whom you spent five years of your life behind bars.

It suited us both to work together.

Please, let me help you.

He could steal it and, I could use Presbury's equipment

to cut it up fast.

But Nathan Garrideb was in the way.

Yeah, I was the only one who knew the location of this workshop.

Can you wonder that I wanted to get to it.

And can you wonder that when I found this crazy boob of a bug-hunter

squatting right on top of it, and never quitting his room,

why I had to do all I could to shift him?

Easy.

It would have been a whole lot easier to put him away,

but I was a soft hearted guy.

As your Lord Byron said,

"he was the mildest mannered man, whoever cut a throat."

Where is the Mazarin Stone?

My associate is bringing it here with him.

But I guess now, we'll have to forego cleaving it

before shipping it to Amsterdam.

By Van Seddar?

Yes.

It's already on its way to Amsterdam.

Your associate has betrayed you, just as he's betrayed so many others.

He and I made a deal,

and a gentleman always keeps his word.

One more charm, Van Seddar.

No, please, please.

Shall I get a doctor, doctor?

No, no, just get me a towel and some water, please, thank you.

Your "associate" has used you, Winter.

He'd no intention of allowing you to cleave the stone.

You'd served your purpose.

Now, where is Van Seddar's boat?

Come on.

Brother mine.

Bravo.

Je suis enchante.

Merci bien, Madam.