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Read all about it, pajama suicide.

Here you are, governor.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Read all about it,

another pajama suicide.

Here you are, governor, paper.

Read all about the pajama suicide.

Dash it all Susan, its as crime,

suicide is a crime.

Where are the police?

Where is Sherlock Holmes?

That's what I've been thinking, Robert.

Where is Sherlock Holmes?

I've got one, Watson.

Play him, Holmes, play him.

Its a beauty.

Don't let him get away.

Blast.

I've lost him.

I'm sorry you lost him, old man.

What are you doing, old fellow?

Changing the fly.

Don't be mendacious, Watson.

Me mendacious?

Yes, when a man slips away

four times in an hour to change his fly

and still has the same fly on his hook

I call that being mendacious.

Yes, it is, as a matter of fact I felt a bit faint.

a touch of the sun.

Humbug.

Humbug?

Yes, your hat is on backwards.

Hmm?

Ah, just as I thought,

you've been reading about those

filthy pajama murders again,

and you gave me your solemn word of honor.

Did you, did you say murders?

I did.

The paper says suicide.

Nonsense Watson.

Suicides invariably leave notes behind them.

Not one of these men left so much as a word.

After all a fellow hasn't got time

to dash off a note

before throwing himself in front of a bus.

But these people didn't

throw themselves under busses.

Each and every one of them went quietly to bed

behind locked doors.

And each and every one of them

rose up suddenly in the night

and killed himself.

I never thought of that.

Obviously, either did Scotland Yard.

You know, Watson,

there's something uncanny about it.

Something monstrous and horrible,

something that drives these poor fellows

to their so-called suicide,

and when you drive a man to suicide that's murder.

You amaze me, Holmes.

I'd say haven't we better

get back to London at once

with all this murder afoot?

I'm sorry, Watson,

the pleasures of the chase are no longer for me.

I'm through with crime now and forever.

You, you don't mean that.

Yes, unfortunately.

But why?

Watson, I have a confession to make to you.

I'm no longer equal to it.

Lately I've been subject

to the most alarming dizzy spells.

Not a swimming sensation.

Difficulty maintaining your balance when you stand upright?

Precisely, and you know what that leads to.

Cerebral hemorrhages if you don't look out.

Exactly.

That means get back to London as quick as we can.

I'll take you to see Armitage.

Not until we've had our fun, old boy.

If this is to be our last holiday together

I'd like to get my fill of it.

Oh, so I, I'm sorry I upset you

reading the newspaper.

Oh, think nothing of it.

At least you know now why I left London amidst

the most shocking crime wave

since Jack the Ripper.

Watson!

Holmes!

The name of Ronald Boyce Carter

must be added to the list of suicides

that have shocked London in recent months.

It is indeed regrettable that Mr. Sherlock Holmes...

You know Susan,

that fellow Holmes had no business dying just now.

It's an outrage, a dashed outrage.

Poor man,

I hear they're going to send all his things

to the British Museum.

Things, what do you mean things?

You mean his old boots and discarded weskits?

No, Robert.

What would the British Museum

do with his weskits?

It's his scrapbooks they're going to exhibit

and all his records.

The strange death of ex-President Murillo.

The Giant Rat of Sumatra,

ghastly affair.

You know in some ways, Mrs. Hudson,

those were the happiest days of my life.

Now, now, Dr. Watson.

Don't get down in the dumps.

What can't be cured must be endured, you know.

You're right, my dear, you're right.

(unintelligible)

(Bell ringing)

Oh, dear.

That must be the van from the museum

and his things aren't taken half packed.

You go down, my dear,

and hold them off for 15 minutes.

And then they can come up

and take it all away.

But I don't want them to take it all away.

It's like tearing a piece out of my heart.

Oh, there, there, my dear.

I know, I know.

What's she sniffling about?

Oh, you know how woman are,

no control.

I didn't expect to see you here, Lestrade.

British Museum, you know, had to have protection.

They rang up Scotland Yard.

I just happened to be there.

Hmm?

All right, well I didn't want every

Tom, Dick and Harry handling his things.

No, no, of course not, of course not.

Ratty old chair, ain't it?

Repulsive.

Well, sir,

there's nothing ratty about it.

Perhaps you're right, doctor.

Many a times I seen him sprawled out in it.

Funny duck he was.

I was saying to my old woman only this morning

if it hadn't been for him I'd still be a sergeant.

Pity you didn't mention it when he was alive.

Perhaps we understood each other

better than you think, doctor.

All these old pipes.

What'd you let him fall in that blasted river?

Why didn't you jump in after him,

you big blunderhead.

Blunderhead, that's very offensive, Lestrade.

Me jump in?

I wasn't there.

When I got there he wasn't there.

He had gone.

He'd gone.

Oh, sorry, doctor.

Take no notice, I'm...

Lestrade,

would you like to have

one of his pipes?

I wouldn't mind.

Well, help yourself.

Thank you, doctor.

You picked a very old one.

Its the one I want.

Its the one I remember best.

I'll be stepping downstairs

to the van, doctor.

(knocking)

Take your time with the packing, doctor,

there's no hurry, you know.

British Museum will still be there.

(knocking)

What's the row about?

A registered package for Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Oh, he'll sign for it.

Thank you, sir.

Bring it here.

Mind signing here, sir.

Pencils these days,

not worth the paper they write on.

That's right.

You got a knife?

No, I ain't.

Well, wait a minute.

All right.

So this is where he hung out.

These were his rooms.

Not much of a room if you ask me.

Well, who's asking you?

Here, that's mine.

I've lost things like that before.

Oh, well, I suppose it suited him all right,

all right, all right, all right.

He was no great detective from what I heard.

Just one of them easy chair Johnnies.

Would sit on his tail

and let everybody else do the dirty work.

That'll be enough.

Mind you, I ain't saying he didn't get the credit.

But newspapers can be bought, can't they now?

You insect.

You dare to imply...

All right, all right, all right, Governor,

keep your shirt on.

I got a right to my opinion

and it's my opinion that Mr. Sherlock Holmes

was nothing more but an old herring gut.

You, you say that again.

An herring gut, and old herring gut.

Get up you worm.

We'll see whose a herring gut.

It's all right, Watson.

I take it back.

Call off your dogs.

Holmes!

Holmes!

It's all right, old boy.

Don't look like that.

Get a hold of yourself.

Here, have a drink.

My word, you made a shambles of this room.

How could you play such a trick on me?

You brought it on yourself, old man,

throwing open my records to the public,

tipping off every criminal in the country.

The shear eggleheadness, you've surpassed yourself.

Don't you realize the dynamite

that's in those records?

I had to stop you, even if I had to

come back from the dead to do it.

I'll never forgive you for this, Holmes,

not until my dying day.

It was a cruel trick I grant you,

but I had to see you.

No one every looks twice at a postman, you know.

If the books are ready, doctor...

You can put them under

lock and key at the yard, Inspector.

But I'm seeing things.

How are you, Lestrade?

Well, strike me up a gum tree.

Just when we thought we had you

nicely dead and buried.

What a sell.

My return from the dead

was absolutely necessary, Inspector?

Necessary me Aunt Dinahs bustle.

You'd give yourself a treat acting about all over the place.

What's the game anyway?

Very briefly this?

It's obvious that the so-called pajama suicides are really murders,

brilliantly conceived and executed.

They're very near to being perfect crimes.

Where's my calabash?

Oh well, never mind.

Indubitably these murders

are the work of a well-organized gang

and directing them

is one of the most fiendishly clever minds

in all Europe today.

Any notion who?

I suspect a woman.

Do you have tobacco around this place, Watson?

In the packet.

A woman?

You amaze me, Holmes.

Why a woman?

Because the method, whatever it is,

is peculiarly subtle and cruel.

Feline, not canine.

Poppy-cock.

Canine, feline, quinine,

when a bloke does himself in that's suicide.

Unless the bloke is driven to suicide

and then that case it's murder.

Driven, that sounds like a woman doesn't it?

Definitely, a female Moriarity

clever, ruthless,

and above all cautious.

Therefore my first step

was to give her enough rope

by passing out of the picture.

I see.

When the cat is away, mice begin to play.

Precisely.

Posh, you and your theories.

Anyone would think you had

eyes in the back of your head.

You can keep the pipe, Lestrade.

Sorry, old man.

I gave it to him.

Well, you're right and proper, Watson.

Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

Now, what features

have these pajama suicides in common?

Poor fellows just died in the middle of the night.

Nobody near them.

Behind locked doors.

And they're all well-to-do more or less.

Right, and each and every one of 'em it seems

was fond of the pleasures of the gaming table.

Keep that in mind, it's highly significant.

It gives us our one and only lead.

Lead to what?

My dear Lestrade,

if we are to set a trap for this femme fatale

I see no reason why we shouldn't bait it

with the kind of food she likes?

Got a pencil, Watson?

No, I gave it back to the postman.

Here, take this one.

Don't break the point this time.

Now, write what I dictate,

and you Lestrade, I trust you'd see

that it gets into the newspapers.

Murders.

Ready Watson?

Go ahead.

The distinguished native Officer, Rajni Singh,

Colonel of the (unintelligible)

just arrived in London.

Rajni Singh, I never heard of the gent.

He was just born, Watson.

Oh, I see.

Huh?

Carry on, old boy.

In spite of his well-known devotion

to the Goddess of Chance...

In spite of his well-known devotion

to the Goddess of Chance,

Rajni Singh insists that his visit to our shores

in solely in the hope that British surgeons

may restore his left arm

paralyzed in the service of the Empire.

Sounds rather a nice person to know,

doesn't he?

Exciting.

I have to get a new line of small talk.

What do they do in India, Norman?

Oh, ride elephants.

Oh, how cumbersome.

You must see that he gets a card to the Urban Casino.

Number 20, black, even, pass.

Make your bets, ladies and gentlemen, make your bets.

Make your bets, ladies and gentlemen.

Pardon me, may I?

By all means, madam.

You changed my luck I hope.

Make your bets, ladies and gentlemen,

make your bets.

Number 7, red, odd, miss.

How ghastly.

The fortune of war, madam.

So sorry I didn't bring you luck.

But you have brought me

the charm of your presence madam.

Excuse me.

Blank check please,

Name please?

Rajni Singh.

One hundred pounds.

Excuse me.

How's your luck, my sweet?

I think it will cut up rather large.

Make your bets, ladies and gentlemen.

Oh Norman, you have this gentleman's place.

So sorry.

Thank you.

Sixteen.

Oh, not sixteen again.

You play?

Nineteen.

I feel lucky.

I almost wish that you...

Would play 19.

Wish me luck.

It's kind of you to be concerned for a stranger.

But no one from your country

is like a stranger to me.

Make your bets.

You see, my father was Captain Spedding

of the Bangle Lancets.

I was born at Trinocca.

In the Casmia.

It is there the most beautiful women

in the world are born.

That's all now, no more.

Number 16, red, even, miss.

If only I'd let you alone.

It is fate, Madam.

One cannot fight it.

If you wish to take my place, sir.

Thank you.

Goodnight, madam, and good-bye.

Make your bets, ladies and gentlemen,

make your bets.

Don't.

Oh, you mustn't.

A struggle would be unseemly, madam.

Another time.

If you'll excuse me.

No, please.

Things will look very different in the morning,

I assure you.

That is easy to say.

Oh, but I know.

I've been in the same situation myself.

You?

Sometime ago I lost all my money.

Nasty jolt, isn't it?

The money, madam, it is nothing.

But honor, that is everything.

Honor?

'Tis not easy to confess.

I am as you may not know

a soldier of some distinction.

Could you believe that just now I drew a check.

It is worthless.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Haven't you any funds at all?

Nothing, not even enough

to pay my bill at the hotel.

No friends?

Not here in London.

Well, haven't you anything

you can raise money on, jewels or...

You think of native princes, madam.

Such is not my good fortune.

Perhaps an insurance policy.

No, nothing,

only a little five thousand pounds.

I cannot borrow on it.

It has not been long enough in force.

Nonsense, it's perfectly simple

if you know the right people.

I can send you to someone if you wish?

Is it possible?

Of course you have to pay interest,

a mere five percent.

All you do is take your policy over to the man

who accommodates you.

Make him your beneficiary.

In the event of my death?

Yes, but you're not going to die, are you?

It would impertinent, madam,

to take my life out of your hands.

How strange that a man's life

should lie in such little hand.

So soft.

I may come tomorrow and see you

to thank you, madam, please.

Your flowers are lovely Rajni Singh.

So fragrant.

It is your room that is fragrant, madam,

with memories of my native land.

It is all so real,

so nostalgic.

Mother India.

Mother of Mysteries.

May I...

By all means.

They're just some photographs

my uncle picked up years ago.

I have them out to keep

my memories of India fresh.

These mountain peaks,

I do not seem to place them.

They're Coracurons in the northeast.

The pillars of Paravati, the natives call them.

Oh yes, I recognize them now.

This low, rambling structure,

what is it?

The shrine of the sacred cow.

Oh yes, a place of holy meditation.

Do you take milk and sugar?

Neither, thank you.

Tea should be taken pure, I think

so as not to disguise its flavor.

I quite agree with you.

I do not like disguises.

Biscuit?

Thank you, thank you.

It's so tiresome only to have one hand.

I'm so sorry.

I should have remembered.

It is not my poor hand

I wish you to remember madam,

it is I.

Oh, but I shall always.

Ladies have been known to forget, you know.

That is why I have brought you this.

Oh, you shouldn't

Why not, the man you sent me to advanced me

five hundred pounds on my worthless policy

and all I could think of was you.

Please.

I really shouldn't, but I must see it.

Oh, how simply breathtaking.

You like it?

Why I'm mad about it.

You must let me take it back to the jeweler,

have it properly marked.

AS or just Andrea?

Just Andrea,

but do let me wipe it.

My finger marks are all over it.

No, no, they are precious to me.

Your tea must be cold.

Do let me.

Thank you.

Oh, how horrible of me.

'Tis nothing I assure you, madam.

But your poor hand.

I shall never forgive myself.

It is I who am clumsy, madam.

Hello you nice people.

My half-brother Norman Locke.

Rajni Singh.

I'm delighted.

How do you do?

I'm so sorry,

we have nothing in the house for burns.

I so seldom get burned.

Please, I shall go to the Chemist.

au revoir, Madame, 'til we meet again.

Soon I hope.

Don't bother to see me out.

Thank you.

I say,

I never burn anyone unintentionally.

Neither do I.

I wanted to see him use that left arm and he did.

He's no more a cripple than you are.

He's onto us, Norman.

Does he know that you're onto him?

He does if he's the man I think he is.

Don't be cryptic, darling.

Look at that.

What of it?

It's Rajni Singh.

Now look at this.

It can't be Sherlock Holmes.

He's dead.

Is he, Norman?

I doubt it.

But if you were to say to me tomorrow

Sherlock Holmes is dead.

Here we are.

All right and tight.

Nothing can get through there.

I don't understand.

If you want to keep them out

how do you expect them to get in?

My dear Lestrade, my purpose is fairly simple.

I merely wish to duplicate the conditions

under which the so-called pajama murders occurred.

Locked doors sealed windows,

and no opening through which any human agency

could possibly enter this room.

I don't go with that.

Where there's a murder

there's got to be a murderer.

That's the way I look at it.

Precisely, but it's the murderer I'm after.

It's the means of murder.

The secret and terrible machinery of these crimes.

Now you don't expect anyone to pop out of that?

I expect nothing and everything.

Keep your eye on that alley.

I may be coming down sudden-like see.

Right.

Now if you'll be so good as to wait outside

I'll put Sherlock Holmes to bed.

I'd feel a lot easier...

Goodnight, Lestrade.

Just give a call.

It happens awful quick when it happens.

Goodnight.

(Whistle)

Lestrade quick.

Mr. Holmes.

It's all right, old boy, here I am.

That's just a mask I had made.

There's your killer.

Quick, down the backstairs

to the alleyway.

Stop anyone that tries to leave,

and I'll cover the roof.

Stay where you are.

You winged him proper, Mr. Holmes.

He's dead as a doornail.

Not a mark identification on him.

Too bad, I wish we had him alive.

What do you make of these?

Air holes, aye?

Looks like he must have carried...

Something but what?

The instrument of death was a spider.

There's no doubt about it Lestrade,

and the bite of the creature

drove these pajama suicides

to kill themselves.

How did he get into your room?

Through this ventilator.

Now don't tell me that, that spider

had your name and address in his pocket?

Hardly.

This screen was removed

from the mouth of the ventilator,

obviously to emit something

much larger than a spider.

We only know half of the machinery of these crimes.

Have a light.

Great scott.

Little, ain't it.

The footprint of a child.

Thank you sir, read all about it

Sherlock Holmes, he ain't dead, no not at all.

Dr. Watson would neither confirm nor deny

the report that he had seen his friend

since his startling disappearance.

The good Doctor maintains a profound silence.

(Knocking)

Come in.

Good morning.

Good morning, sir.

Mr. Holmes I presume?

Dr. Livingston, is the name.

How are you, Mr. Stanley?

I am very happy to meet you, Dr. Livingston.

My name is Adam Gilflower

from the Bureau of Entomology.

Oh, a bug hunter, let me take those.

Won't you sit down Mr., Mr. Gilphilly.

Gilflower is the name, sir.

Oh, Flower, yes, yes.

Goes with insects, flora and fauna.

I see you don't like to face the light

Mr. Philgillet.

My eyes give me a great deal of trouble, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

That's too bad, that's too bad.

They're useful things, eyes.

They rest the glasses.

I have an appointment with Mr. Holmes.

Will he be here soon?

Will he?

He certainly will, Mr. Wallflower.

As a matter of fact, he's here now.

You're sitting on him. (Quack)

Don't bother to get up.

You tell ducky-wucky all about.

I don't understand.

Not half you don't you old herring gut.

I beg your pardon?

Of all the transparent old fakers I ever saw, Gilflower,

what a name to pick, Gilflower, Do Flower,

Bull Frog, Diggle Waggle, Wiggle Waggle.

Well, you can do better than that.

A child can see through you.

Those dark glasses,

that preposterous wig,

come out from behind those silly whiskers.

I know you.

Watson.

Holmes!

My dear fellow, you've surpassed yourself.

I think you owe Mr. Gilflower an apology.

He's stark mad.

But not dangerous I assure you.

My name is Holmes.

I know your time is precious

but my business is urgent.

Thank you for coming so promptly.

I believe you know more about spiders

than any man in London.

Oh, I shouldn't say quite that, Mr. Holmes.

Do you believe you could identify this specimen

and tell me something

of its manners and its morals.

Hmm, this poor fellow has been very roughly handled.

Have you a magnifying glass?

Yes, sir.

Oh.

There it is.

I'm sorry.

Oh, come, come, old fellow.

Don't look so down in the mouth.

The game is afoot and I shall need you.

Will you really, Holmes?

Naturally.

Here you are, sir.

Hmm, extraordinary.

Mr. Holmes, where did you find this creature?

You recognize it?

The deadliest insect known to science.

It is the lycosa carnivora.

Habitat the upper regions of the Obongo River.

Its bite is fatal?

Hideously.

Human beings are its chosen prey

and its venom once injected into the blood stream

causes such excruciating agony

that the victim is driven to self-destruction.

Does the bite of this creature leave any trace?

Only if you know what to look for,

two small punctures

hardly visible to the naked eye.

And its venom disappears

in the bloodstream.

Completely.

Tell me, sir,

could one get hold of a live specimen

of the lycosa carnivora in London?

Oh, I doubt it.

Now hold on.

Ordway might help.

Matthew Ordway, of Vernon Villa.

Write it down, Watson.

Matthew Ordway, Vernon Villa, New Road, Chipping Wharton.

Mr. Ordway is slightly eccentric

but that shouldn't trouble you.

He has a remarkable collection of spiders.

You might tell him that I sent you.

Thank you, Mr. Gilflower.

That's very kind of you and very helpful.

Oh, don't mention, sir.

I'm a law-abiding citizen

always willing to help in any hazard.

Good-day Mr. Totson.

Totson, that's not very funny.

I think it's understandable Watson.

Now to work.

Where's my schedule?

Here it is.

Look up the trains to Chipping Wharton

That's a good fellow.

(unintelligible) spiders has indicated.

If Ordway has disposed of any lycosa carnivora

in the last few months

and he can tell us who took them.

Found that train to Chipping Wharton yet, Watson?

The wretched train start and they go.

They never seem to arrive.

My case precisely.

I know the means of these murders,

I know the motive,

I know the woman who directs the murder ring.

Then it is a woman?

A fiend, Watson.

She selects her victims from those

desperately in need of money.

Persuades them to pawn their insurance policies

with her various accomplices

and then kills them,

by means of lycosa carnivora.

Incredible.

No more incredible than nature herself.

Here, let me have that.

After all, nature provides the means

our spider woman merely uses it.

You amaze me, Holmes.

Hasn't she some difficulty in realizing these policies later on?

Not she.

In due time, two years under English law,

her victims' beneficiaries

come forward and cash in,

never the same man twice mind you.

Do you know that for a fact?

As well as I know my own name,

and yet I haven't one shred of evidence

to connect this woman with her crimes.

You're in my light, old boy.

Oh, sorry.

Here we are, Chipping Walton.

Arrive...

(Knocking)

Come in.

There's a lady outside to see you, Mr. Holmes.

A Ms. Spedding.

Oh.

Ask her to come in.

All right, sir.

Mr. Holmes, oh yes, I recognize you now

from your picture in the papers.

I was so relieved to hear you were alive.

How very kind of you.

My name is Adrea Spedding.

Won't you come in?

Thank you.

My little nephew, Mr. Holmes.

How are you my lad?

I'm playing nurse today.

I'm sure you'll give an exceptional performance,

Ms. Spedding.

Poor child, he's a mute.

Vocal chords paralyzed from birth.

Oh, how unfortunate.

Say, he's scratched his hand, hasn't he?

Yes, he's always climbing

into the most unlikely places.

Run along, dear, and sit in that chair.

There's a good boy.

Right over there.

What are you doing, my boy?

That's me.

Sit down.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

My colleague, Dr. Watson.

Ms. Adrea Spedding.

How do you do?

It's a great pleasure.

Mr. Holmes, my business is of utmost privacy.

I assure you, Dr. Watson,

is the very cell of discretion.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

And now, Ms. Spedding,

how can I be of service to you?

Well, I hardly know where to begin.

Perhaps I'm unduly alarmed but

you see a friend of mine has disappeared.

Indeed.

I've tried to get in touch with him

in his room but he's not there,

and he seems to have left no word.

His name?

Rajni Singh.

He was from India.

Rajni Singh.

I seem to have heard of him.

Now, Mr. Holmes, I'm terrible afraid

I shall never see him again.

Oh, come now, Ms. Spedding.

I'm sure you won't have to look far.

Look at all the pretty butterflies.

Perhaps you're right.

Larry, stop that.

Oh, you naughty boy.

Put on your shoes and socks.

Oh, let him go barefoot.

Boys like to.

Didn't you, Watson?

Do I?

Like to go barefoot?

Yes, I always fancied the dewy grass

in the early morning.

They used to call me twinkle toes.

I'm sure you were a beautiful baby, Watson.

Now, tell me, Ms. Spedding,

just why are you so concerned

about this Rajni Singh?

Well, you see, he pawned his insurance policy

to get a loan.

The minute I found he was missing

I went to the loan shark

and redeemed the policy?

Why?

I didn't want to put temptation in the way

of people who might profit by his death.

How very thoughtful of you.

If you could find Rajni Singh,

you might return this policy to him

with the compliments of a friend.

Of course you're going to be paid for your trouble.

I have every confidence, Ms. Spedding,

that you're not one to leave a score unsettled.

Larry, let it go.

Come here.

He seems possessed to catch flies.

Now, if you'll put on your shoes and socks,

Auntie will give you a nice sweet.

You have quite a way with children.

Oh, I bribe him shamefully.

This will be third today, would you believe it?

American candy, hard to get.

There.

Now mind you don't get your fingers sticky.

Cunning little beggar.

One could almost tuck him into a suitcase.

He must be a great comfort to you.

Oh, he is.

Cigarette?

Thank you.

Oh, what a lovely case.

Yes, isn't it?

I picked it up quite by accident.

Wasn't a mark on it

except some negligible fingerprints

that the police couldn't identify.

You may have it, Ms. Spedding.

Why give it to me?

Should we call it a trophy of the chase?

Oh, I really shouldn't.

Breathtaking, isn't it?

I owe you a great deal for this, Mr. Holmes.

Larry?

Don't drop the paper on the floor, dear.

Put it in the fire.

There's a good boy.

Come along, dear, we must be going now.

Good-bye, Dr. Watson.

Good-bye.

So please to have met you.

I do hope he hasn't been a nuisance.

Not at all.

He's a dear little fellow.

Mr. Holmes, 'til we meet again.

Soon I hope.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Fine figure of a woman, aye, Holmes?

You think so?

Yes.

She reminds me of a little nurse

I used to know in Withmore Street.

Very attractive girl.

What would you say if I told you

she was the spider woman?

I wouldn't believe you.

If she was she'd have at least eight legs,

wouldn't she?

Oh, a bit of a cough.

Blasted impertinent.

What, Holmes?

Bringing that policy here.

Getting me in my own den.

What about that train, Watson?

I don't know.

The place where we're going?

Going to see a man,

Ordway about something.

Breathe Watson,

breathe deeply.

What, what was it, Holmes?

Death, my dear fellow.

We've been entering Ms. Adrea Spedding.

The most diabolically clever way

of administering a lethal dose

I've ever encountered.

I still don't understand.

Look here, Watson.

This little confection has two wrappers.

The inner one made of wax paper,

the outer with silver paper.

It was between these two wrappers

Ms. Spedding concealed the powder

that nearly cost us our lives.

I can taste those beastly fumes still.

What powder?

Redix pedis diabolus,

in other words, devil's foot,

a very rare vegetable poison

from Central Africa.

Devil... I remember that,

The Cornish horror.

That's right, Watson.

I feel like a cup of tea.

By Jove, we're lucky we're still alive, huh?

For how long I wonder.

Here we are, Watson.

What do you mean here we are Watson?

Here we are where?

Miles away from anywhere.

Well, I fancy a collector of spiders

might not be too welcome in a crowded neighborhood.

I think you're, Holmes.

Matthew Ordway can identify the person

to whom he sold these spiders.

Who's there?

What do you want?

You Matthew Ordway?

Never you mind who I am.

Who are you?

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

This is my friend, Dr. Watson.

How do you do, sir?

How do I know you're what you say you are?

Who sent you here?

Adam Gilflower.

Why didn't you say so.

I'll be right down.

He seems a bit frightened, Holmes.

Yes, I don't like the look of it, Watson.

Come in, Mr. Holmes,

you're right in the line of fire, hurry.

Line of fire?

'Twas providence sent you, Mr. Holmes.

They're after me.

Who are after you?

The men to whom he sold the lycosa carnivora, of course.

How do you know?

Elementary my dear sir.

Who else would threaten a man

of your proprietary and standing.

Mr. Holmes, I'll swear to you

when I first sold him those spiders

I had no idea the use they'd put them to.

Then you read about the pajama suicides?

That's it.

And putting two and two together

refused to sell them any more.

That's right, but only the day they were here.

I was afraid for my life.

The truth now, Ordway, did you or did you not

sell them any more of these creatures?

I swear I didn't, Mr. Holmes.

I've got all that's left of the shipment

downstairs now.

I'll show them to you.

I hope you don't mind,

the heat I mean.

Have to keep it this way.

Tropical creatures, you know.

Must be kept comfortable.

Same temperature as where they come from,

humid, very humid.

Come along, gentlemen, don't be afraid.

Everything is perfectly safe.

Now,

here's where we keep the live,

the big fellows, you know.

Quite so.

These glass cages get all steamy.

There we are.

Ugly looking brutes aren't they?

Positively obscene.

But they're poison is very valuable

to doctors and the like.

So I hear.

Now, over here we have some fine,

healthy specimens of the Black Widow.

You've heard of them?

Frequently.

Happy little devils, aren't they?

Female of the species, aye?

They eat their mates I'm told.

What an unpleasant habit.

Oh, yes.

Tell me Ordway, have you any specimens

of a mendexsplagrante?

Of what?

The mendexsplegrante.

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

I sold the last one we had yesterday,

but I can get you one.

Wait a minute, Ordway.

I think I see one on your shoulder.

Take it off, take it off.

Wait man, steady.

Yes, a perfect specimen.

What is this?

I'll tell you.

The mendexsplegrante is let in for flagrant liar.

When you told me you could get me one

I knew you for what you were, a flagrant liar.

Here Watson, take care of this.

You call these glass cases cages.

Any scientist would call them terrariums.

You said the poison of the lycosa carnivora

was valuable to doctors.

Any scientist would say the virus was valuable

to toxicologists.

You said you were told

the Black Widows eat their mates.

Any scientist would know it.

Obviously, you're not Matthew Ordway.

Who are you?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Look out, Watson,

those insects are deadly.

Look out, Holmes.

He's gone.

Blast his eyes.

Come along.

Our job now is to find the real Matthew Ordway,

if he's still alive.

It's Ordway beyond a doubt.

Poor chaps been dead for some time.

Clever devils.

They knew he was the one link

between them and the spiders.

Now that link is broken.

What have you found, Holmes?

Some sort of record Ordway kept.

Looks like a journal of his travels,

dates, places,

all in Central Africa.

Look here.

Obongo,

Liko, Ka poisoned,

immune,

little dogl

faithful to.

Obongo, Lyco, Ka, immune, little dog, faithful.

Sounds like a crossword puzzle.

Little dog faithful.

Whose little dog I wonder.

The word isn't dog, Watson,

it's dog with an L after it.

Now what word begins with d-o-g

and has an L after it.

Dogle has a g and an e.

No, dog-like, that's it, dog-like.

Now what it is that Ordway could have

had with him in

the jungles of Central Africa

immune to the virus of the lycosa carnivora

that was both dog-like and faithful?

Oh, why not a little dog?

No, no, no, a dog wouldn't be immune.

Never mind, we'll go into that later.

Ring up the local police.

Have them take charge here.

Why sure.

Don't see a phone anywhere.

Try that door.

No, sign of one in there.

Looks as if old Ordway

must have gone in for anatomy on the side.

That's curious.

His main interest was invertebrates, not vertebrates.

And why chart the skeleton of a child?

Cause it isn't.

What's that?

It isn't a child.

Are you sure?

Look at all these teeth.

No, no, no the skull of a normal child of this size,

five or six-years old,

would be much larger in proportion

to the circumference of the chest.

Watson, I've got it.

Got what?

That devil of a woman,

bringing that child to Baker Street to throw me off the track.

What track.

She knew I had found that tiny footprint.

She wanted me to think it was the footprint of a child.

I don't follow you, Holmes.

Watson, I've been blind.

Mole an owl or bat.

Look here, a Obongo, lycosa carnivora, poison,

immune, little, dog-like, faithful to their masters.

What on earth are you talking about?

Able to creep through the smallest openings.

The perfect instrument for the spider murders.

Watson, if you ever see me getting too sure again,

fancying myself more clever than Adrea Spedding.

Just whisper one word to me.

What word, Holmes?

Pigmy.

No good, old man,

it's like looking for a pigmy in a haystack.

Patience, Watson.

Of all places we may find a pigmy.

A side show is the most likely.

Hello, I've found it.

Found what?

That place is closed.

That's the most significant thing about it.

In an arcade where space is so valuable.

A booth like that

wouldn't remain empty a single day

therefore, I'd say the place has been closed

within the last 12 hours,

and for good reason.

Our friends have got the wind up.

They're trying to get away.

Or perhaps are gone already.

I don't think so.

Over here quick, don't look back.

What's the matter, Holmes, what's up?

Don't ask questions.

Go ring up Lestrade.

Tell him to come on the double

and wait for me here

in front of this shooting gallery.

Where you going?

I don't quite know.

Oh Watson,

while you're waiting,

don't attract attention.

Try to be as inconspicuous as possible.

Right, Holmes.

Hurry.

Try your luck on Mussolini, Hiro Hito, or Hitler

Hit'em where their hearts ought to be

and listen to the hollow sound.

Come on, ladies and gentlemen,

step up here and see the great Wanda,

the gypsy fortune teller.

She'll tell you (unintelligible).

I say governor, come on, come on over,

take a chance.

How about you lady?

Come on.

One of those little dolls.

Yes, sir.

They're cute, ain't they?

Oh, very.

Thank you, sir.

Line up, ladies and gentlemen, and see Wanda,

the great gypsy fortune teller.

Come on, she won't (unintelligible).

Give me one of those dolls please.

Yes, sir.

Just to think that they're going to the kiddies, sir.

I'm sure it will be appreciated.

Thank you, sir.

Come on, ladies and gentlemen,

come on and see the great Wanda,

the gypsy fortune teller.

Come on, she'll give you

a look into the future now, she will.

Come on, governor, bring the Mrs. in.

Afraid of the truth?

Come on.

Your future is in your own hands, sir.

How fortunate.

This way, sir.

Down that passage to the door at the far end.

Thank you.

He's on his way.

Come in, Mr. Holmes.

Don't stand in the drafty corridor.

I should hate to have you take cold

and die of natural causes.

That would defeat the ends of injustice,

wouldn't it?

You see, we've been expecting you.

Obviously.

But what you think I come here alone?

You're somewhat over-developed

sense of drama, Mr. Holmes.

Oh?

Yes.

If we permitted you to trail us here

there was always a chance

you might bring along reinforcement.

So I took steps to make things

a little more dramatic.

Melodramatic is the word.

The business with the doll

was a little overdone.

Yet it intrigued your interest

and brought you here alone.

You're an exceedingly clever woman, Ms. Spedding.

Elementary my dear Mr. Holmes.

On the other hand,

if I hadn't come here alone

I should never have got in

and you would have been on your way.

A sensible idea under any circumstances.

On the contrary.

It'd be such a bore living the rest of my life

looking back over my shoulder.

So you decided to let me catch up with you.

Precisely.

One of us had to be eliminated.

The choice was not too difficult.

You know, Ms. Spedding,

I find it hard to believe

that anyone clever enough to use the lycosa carnivora

and that creature in the suitcase

for the purpose of murder

should be reduced to anything

as conventional as a bullet

even though the use of a

backroom of a shooting gallery

shows a certain amount of imagination.

Thank you.

However, it will be nothing so trite

I assure you.

The difficulty, of course,

was to liquidate you

without seeming to have a hand in this business.

An interesting problem.

You have, of course, arrived at the solution.

Naturally.

A positive inspiration, Mr. Holmes.

We shall allow the British public

to be your executioner.

Ingenious, isn't it?

Ingenious but uninspired.

If you don't mind my saying so

it lacks the personal touch.

Taylor?

Him and his meet me here or meet me there.

Where is he anyhow?

Blessed if I know.

He said wait here by the shooting gallery

and look inconspicuous.

Inconspicuous?

Oh.

He said inconspicuous, Lestrade,

not half-witted.

Watch out there.

Dr. Watson and Lestrade are out in front.

What luck.

The perfect irony.

The personal touch you said

the whole thing lacked.

Perhaps Dr. Watson will be your executioner.

Turn it off Taylor.

Hit'em where their hearts ought to be

and hear the hollow sound.

What do you say, Doctor,

just while we're waiting?

My dear fellow, you're playing the hands

of one of the best rifle shots in England.

I say, the target stopped.

All right, grandpa, keep your hair on.

Just a minute mechanical problem.

My dear fellow, one can't shoot at a sitting bird

can one?

No, doctor.

Remove that gong.

You see, when this steel plate is removed

there's nothing to prevent

the bullets from going straight into your heart.

Do you mind, Mr. Holmes?

We'll stop up front long enough

to see the job is done.

Bradley, don't forget the suitcases.

All right, Taylor,

start the machinery.

I say, I wonder where Holmes is.

He's been a long time.

Well, if he said he'll be here he'll be here.

There's no good saying he won't.

Hmm.

I guess I'll get Hitler the next time.

Not bad, Doctor, not bad.

I'm even better with an elephant gun.

Hmm, he's gone again.

I'll get him this time.

Elementary, my dear Ms. Spedding.

I replaced the gong.

Don't move anyone.

Sergeant, take care of that suitcase.

There's valuable evidence inside it and it's alive.

I'll take care of it, sir.

Needn't put those things on, Lestrade,

she'll go quietly.

Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

I say, Holmes,

where have you been all this time?

I've been going 'round and 'round in a circle.

Circle?

Yes, but my heart wasn't in it.

Remarkable woman.

Audacious and deadly as one of her own spiders.

Audacious.

Stupid I call it.

Fancy trying to commit a murder

in a place like this

with all these people about.

That's where you're wrong, old boy.

In an isolated place a cry for help

or a single shot

might very well arouse the curiosity

of at least one casual witness.

But in an arcade like this

people are bent only on pleasure

and will instinctively disregard

any deviation from the normal

that doesn't immediately concern them.

Yes, Watson,

Ms. Spedding deserves credit

for picking the most logical spot in the world

to commit my murder.

Oh, where is that?

In the middle of a crowd.