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Barna.

Come, Watson,

come.

The game is afoot.

Get your clothes and come.

Well I think we have

thawed sufficiently
Holmes.

Splendid.

Abbey Grange, Marsham,
Kent, 3:30 a.m.

My Dear Mr. Holmes

I should be very glad of
your immediate assistance

in what promises to be
a most remarkable case.

There's something
quite in your line.

Except for
releasing the lady

I will see that
everything is kept

exactly as I
have found it,

but I beg you not
to lose an instant,

as it is difficult to
leave Sir Eustace there.

Yours faithfully.

Stanley Hopkins.

Inspector Hopkins.

He's called you
in seven times,

on each occasion
his summons

has been entirely
justified.

I fancy that every
one of his cases

has found its way
into your collection,

and I must admit, Watson,

you do have some
power of selection.

Thank you.

Which atones for much
of which I deplore

about your narratives.

Your fatal habit of
looking at everything

from the point of
view of a story

instead of as a
scientific exercise

has ruined what
might have been

an instructive and
even classical

series of demonstrations.

Why did you not
write them yourself?

I will, my dear
Watson, I will,

in my declining years.

So our present research

appears to be
one of murder.

Does it?

'E. B.' monogram,

coat-of-arms,

with an address
which harks back

to the dissolution
of the [unintelligible].

They're moving
in high-life.

Brackenstall.

Sir Eustace Brackenstall.

You've heard of him?

He was quoted in The
Chronicle the other day

as being one of the
richest men in Kent.

Watson, you are a
treasury of knowledge.

And you think him dead?

I think him
murdered, Watson.

Hopkins is not
an emotional man.

The writing shows a
certain agitation.

It is surely urgent.

You think the
body left there

for our own inspection?

I think that
we shall find

the Brackenstall
line is now extinct.

Very good of you to
come, Mr. Holmes.

And you, Doctor.

Inspector.

I hope you forgive
me, Mr. Holmes.

Forgive what, Hopkins?

I should not have
troubled you sir.

But since the lady
has come to herself,

she has given me so clear
an account of the affair

that well there's not
much left for us to do.

You remember the
Lewisham gang?

The ring of
three Randalls?

Exactly sir

the father and two sons.

It's their work.

Not a doubt.

But they did a job at
Sydenham a fortnight ago

They did, they were
seen and described.

Well it's cool and I agree

to do another so
soon and so near,

but it is they,

and a hanging
matter this time.

Brackenstall
is dead, then?

Awe yes, Doctor.

In the dining room,

his head was knocked in

with his own poker.

And the lady?

Have they been in
the dining room yet?

Not yet, my lady.

I shall be glad when
you can arrange matters.

What is that?

You have other
injuries, madam!

It's nothing.

It has no connection with
this hideous business.

Please sit down.

I think it would be best

to inform you of
something gentlemen

regarding Sir Eustace.

You'll no doubt hear a
rumor of it otherwise

from idol tongues

who'll distort
the truth of it.

It would pain me to think

of his memory
tarnished in that way.

Sir Eustace drank

I'm afraid.

Not regularly,
inconsistently.

Not in a way to
hurt our marriage.

Nor did it interfere

with the exercise of
his public duties.

Nevertheless,

the vice was a
private shame to him.

He was very sensible
of my dislike of it.

When he felt the
obsession to keenly

he took himself off

until the poison
had exhausted him.

It distressed
me of course

that it should happen

but he was proud
and sensitive enough

never to allow
me to witness it.

I felt deep
gratitude for that

and not a little pity.

Can you understand
that gentlemen?

I have never heard a
like case talked of

with such illuminating
compassion madam.

I must, however, ask you

to believe
something further.

I was in some
measure grateful

for this vice of
my husband's.

How could that be?

I spent most of my life
in South Australia,

in the wine
growing country

near Adelaide.

As a very young woman

I lived alone
with my father.

My mother was dead.

If I had a mother

it was my loyal Theresa.

It was a very free life.

I found it
extremely difficult

to adapt to the
proprieties of England

being mistress of
such a place as this.

So I felt if I would

just show a decent
understanding

of my husband's
weakness

he would, in turn,

forgive me for my
unsuitable behavior.

And so it proved.

I see.

I'll tell you
about last night.

Eustace retired
about half-past ten.

The servants had already
gone to their quarters.

Which are where?

In the East Wing.

Only my husband,
Theresa and myself

sleep in the
central block.

The servants would
have heard nothing.

Had you retired by then?

I was in my room.

I never retire until
I've seen madam to bed.

Thank you.

I sat up,

this room in fact.

It is my custom
to walk around

to see that the
house is secure

because for
obvious reasons,

Sir Eustace

is not always to
be relied upon

in that respect.

I went into the gun-room,

the kitchen,

the butler's pantry,

the billiard-room,

the drawing-room,

and finally the
dining-room

where the curtains
were drawn.

It's difficult
to tell you

much of what
happened next.

I took a step
towards the curtain

and I found myself

face-to-face with
an intruder.

A big man,

quite elderly.

For a moment we just
stared at each other.

Then two other men
came in behind him

and he came for me.

I must have been
unconscious

for some minutes.

It was then that my
unfortunate husband

entered the room.

They dealt with him
as you shall see.

I believe I fainted
again, I'm not sure.

The exact events
are difficult...

I drifted in and out
of consciousness,

you understand?

I do know that they

cleared the room
of its silver

and they must have
drawn themselves

a bottle of port,

some of which I
saw them drink.

The man who struck me

was elderly with a beard.

The others younger,

smooth faced.

Yes.

Finally they checked that
I was securely bound

and left taking the
silver with them.

How was the alarm raised?

Madam had not
come upstairs.

Early she said she
would follow me shortly

so at midnight I went down

in case she had fallen
asleep over her book.

A thing I hate to do.

And there I found
her, poor lamb,

just as she says

and him on the floor,

his blood and brains
all over the room.

Enough to drive a
woman out of her wits.

And her gagged and bound

and her very dress
spotted with him.

She never wanted courage,

did Miss Mary
Fraser of Adelaide,

and Lady Brackenstall
of Abbey Grange

has learned new ways.

You've questioned her
long enough, gentlemen.

When did the lady
and the maid

come from Australia?

About eighteen
months ago, sir.

Her father sent her

to get her experience
of Europe.

That is to a
find a husband?

Poor woman must have
seen the bruited match.

It's a mess sir.

Constable.

A mess indeed.

They've touched
nothing sir.

What do you make
of it, Doctor?

Should I?

Please proceed
my dear fellow.

Why it's a blow.

Of savage velocity.

A single blow?

I believe so.

It is a straightforward
enough wound, you see

it begins thus
below the ear

and then crosses
both spheres

of the parietal bone
at such an angle.

That this side is smashed

as far as the
cranial suture.

I've never seen
anything like it.

A powerful man,
this elder Randall.

Half his trade
is violence sir.

He certainly left
his trademark.

What beats me

is how Randall could
do so mad a thing,

knowing that the lady
could describe them,

and that we
could not fail

to recognize the
description.

The criminal mind
has its quirks

of consciousness scruples.

In that respect,

it is as individual and
curious as any other.

A noted miser, Lady,
secretly charitable

so this violent Randall
may draw the line

at the murder of an
unconscious woman.

Or he may well believe

that she did not see him.

Well how is that sir?

She testifies that they
stared at each other.

Yes but it was she
who held the light.

What Randall
may have seen

was mostly flickering
candle flame.

The face behind it,

a distorted mask.

He may be not
imaginative enough

to have thought
that she saw

anymore than he did.

He knocked her unconscious
at the next instance,

thus for his purposes

solving his
problem... Watson?

May I impose upon you to
search the Turkey rug?

What for Holmes?

Candle wax,
Watson, candle wax.

Now this bell
presents a mystery,

does it not Inspector?

Sir.

When this was pulled down

the bell in the kitchen
must have rung loudly.

No one would hear it

the way the
kitchen is placed.

How did the
burglar know that?

Exactly, Mr.
Holmes, exactly.

For the very question
I've put myself.

Now either he has
known the house

or he may have dealings

with one of the servants.

One of my men is going
over the record of service

at the station
with the butler,

at this very moment sir.

Inspector, you seem
to have thought of everything.

Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

Holmes?

What is it Watson?

There.

A scattering of wax

and a very light
scorching.

Invisible,

but leaving it's
characteristic scent.

The lady would
have fallen here.

Randall would
have snatched up

the candelabra
immediately.

I suppose that is

where they took
their refreshment.

To steady their
nerves, yes.

Port wine, sir.

Did Lady
Brackenstall say

that the butler's
corkscrew was used?

No sir.

She was senseless
at the moment

the bottle was opened.

Quite so.

It was opened with
a pocket screw,

probably contained
in a knife.

If you examine the top of
the cork you will observe

that the screw was
driven in three times

before the cork
was extracted.

This long screw would
have transfixed it

and drawn it with
a single pull.

When you catch
this fellow,

it is likely that
you will find

that he has a multiplex
knife in his possession.

Excellent, Mr. Holmes.

These three glasses

do puzzle me,

I must confess.

Did Lady Brackenstall say

that she actually saw
the three men drinking?

Awe yes, she was
clear about that, sir.

Well then there
is an end of it.

What more is to be said?

Perhaps, Inspector, when
a man has special powers

and special knowledge,
like Sherlock Holmes,

it rather encourages him

to seek a complex
explanation

when a simpler
one is at hand.

You let us know when
Randall is arrested.

Poor Holmes, you must
feel like an abstruse.

A learned specialist

calling for a
case of measles

Annoying.

We must return.

Three glasses.

Watson,

We have been dazzled
out of observation

by that lady's beauty,

beauty may be truth

but she does not
necessarily speak it.

There was port
in each glass

but there was only
crusting in one glass.

Last glass filled

is the one most likely
to contain the crusting.

I agree.

If the last pouring it

had approached the
bottom of the bottle

but the bottle
was half full

and it had been agitated.

The crusting was present
throughout the port.

Well what then
do you suppose?

That only two
glasses were used

and the drinks of both

were poured
into a third

to give us the
false impression

that three people
were there.

I don't understand.

If I'm right Watson
then in an instant

this case rises from
the common place

to the exceeding
and remarkable.

That would be the
Kent train.

That way.

How on earth
did you hear it?

I heard nothing Watson,

I observed.

Salutary thought

after such a
misspent morning.

Lady Brackenstall
and her maid

must have some
very good reason

for shielding the
real criminal.

Well Watson,

we shall just have to
construct our case

for ourselves
without depth.

The Abbey Grange
as fast as you can.

Watson.

Well it appears that
Inspector Hopkins

has gone to report
to headquarters.

Splendid, then we
can take possession.

How many frustrated
episodes

for the laboring men here

could one reconstruct

from this mechanical
cemetery?

What's this?

Watson?

Not entirely
mechanical it seems.

Fudge.

I imagine it's a
pet's gravestone.

It has been smashed.

Mended and smashed again

with deliberate force.

The story it tells is
of the immediate past.

Watson?

The remnants of
a dog's collar.

Fudge.

Hey you!

Has any servant been
dismissed from the house

in the last month?

No sir.

Then it's as I thought.

Fudge.

Lady Brackenstall's
pet dog,

let us imagine, dies.

It may not be too
fanciful to suggest

that the poor
unfortunate creature

was literally killed.

Killed?

For what reason?

Reason I suggest
hardly entered into it.

It was done in a
fit of insane rage.

By whom?

By a drunkard,
sadistic ruffian.

One of the murderers?

No Watson.

The lady's husband.

The last of the
Brackenstall's.

Brackenstall.

Consider it.

No one but a member
of the household

could vandalize
a gravestone

and it remain in place.

Why should Brackenstall

entertain such
an obsession

about a pet animal

that he would forbid
any remembrance of it?

You saw the marks of
course on the lady's arm.

Yes I was surprised

that it did not
interest you more.

They were stab wounds

made by a long
needle or a hatpin.

This lady has been
living in fear

of her physical
safety Watson.

Take care Holmes.

Watson?

We have got our case.

Highly likely, the
blunder of a lifetime.

But now the chain
is almost complete.

You got your men?

Man, Watson, man.

Only one,

but a remarkable person.

Strong as a lion,
active as a squirrel,

dexterous with his
fingers and finally,

remarkably quick-witted.

Awe, Lady Brackenstall.

I do not wish
to cause you

any unnecessary trouble,

my whole desire

is to make things
easier for you.

I am convinced that you
are a much-tried woman.

If you will trust me

and treat me as a friend,

you may find that I
will justify that trust.

What do you want me to do?

To tell me the truth.

Mr. Holmes!

No, no, no, no please,
Lady Brackenstall,

it is of no use.

You may have heard of

a little reputation
that I may possess,

I will stake it
all on the fact

that your story is a
complete fabrication.

You're an impudent fellow.

You try to say that my
mistress has told a lie?

Have you nothing
to tell me?

I have told
you everything.

Now think just once
more, Lady Brackenstall.

Wouldn't it be
better to be frank?

I have told
you all I know.

I am sorry.

The bell rope
gave us the clue,

which should have
left us in no doubt.

How is that?

If you were to pull down
a bell rope, Watson,

where would you
expect it to break?

Surely at the top

where it is attached
to the wire.

Not three inches
from the top.

But the rope was frayed.

The rope, which held Lady
Brackenstall, was frayed.

He was cunning enough to
do that with his knife.

But the other end was not.

If you would have stood on
the mantelpiece as I did

you would have seen
that it was cut through.

Stop.

Please driver.

Watson?

That log has not moved
since early this morning.

Well perhaps it's
snagged on something.

Or anchored.

See that Inspector Hopkins

gets this on his
return, will you?

Chilehurst station.

Where to now Holmes?

The shipping office of
the Southern Cross Line.

Yes, yes of course.

The Southern Cross Line

is the principal
passenger carrier

between Adelaide
and London.

Ah, I see.

In May of that year,

only one of ours
reached the home port,

our flagship the
Rock of Gibraltar.

I'll have the
passenger list sent up.

How on earth did Mr.
Holmes know that?

Awe, here we are.

Miss Mary Fraser of
Adelaide, first class,

accompanied by her maid.

Where is the Rock
of Gibraltar now?

I'll know today.

She was steaming west

through the Arabian
Gulf, Mr. Holmes,

heading for Suez, I hope.

Is it your policy

to transfer officers much
between ship and ship?

No not at all.

It is our policy not to.

Awe, I have
you, Mr. Holmes.

You are asking
the whereabouts

of a member of the
crew of the Rock

who has been seen
very recently

but not on the ship.

Mr. Viviali, your
precocity astonishes me.

I assure you it is
only through study of

the good doctor's masterly
exposition of your work

that I now have any
small capacity to reason.

Really?

You amaze me.

Watson are you
taking notes?

Also, you will be
pleased to hear

that I know exactly
who the officer is.

Awe, excellent,

Mrs. Burbage,

excellent.

Yes gentlemen,

the only officer from
that voyage of the Rock

who is not aboard her now,

is Jack Croker,

a magnificent chap.

Am I not correct
Mrs. Burbage?

Croker has a defect.

A delightful fellow.

Handsome as a prince.

The crew worship him.

And we've promoted
him to captain

of our new vessel
the Bass Rock.

No tea for me please.

Which is just fitting out.

He's the youngest
captain we have

but he'll be the best.

Not an officer in the
fleet to touch him.

He is hot headed

and excitable

but loyal,

honest

and kind-hearted.

Sometimes in this life

you meet people who are,

what you might
call, large-souled,

who are a
privilege to know.

Croker is one of those.

Once or twice in my career

I feel I've done
more real harm

about my discovery
of the criminal

than ever he had
done by his crime.

But I've learned
caution now,

and I'd rather play tricks

with the law of England

than with my
own conscience.

Captain Croker,

sit down.

I've got your telegram,

and I've come at
the hour you said.

I heard you've been
down to the office.

There's no getting
away from you is there?

Speak up, man.

You can't stand there

and play cat and
mouse with me!

What do you know?

Would you give him
a cigar, Watson?

Please.

Bite on that,
Captain Croker,

and try not to let your
nerves run away with you.

I shall not sit here
smoking with you

if I thought you were
a common criminal.

Tell me

what did you use

to secure the silver
to the floating log?

My guess it's was fishing
gut from the gun-room

but I was not present
at its recovery.

Am I right?

What do you want?

Justice.

For whom?

[Unintelligible].

We just want to see
justice done that is all.

Very well.

Was it fishing gut?

No, twine.

It was a throw
back to the days

before the master
as a youngster.

Even now I always
carry a silver coin

and length twine...

And a multiplex knife?

How in the devil
do you know that?

Who are you?

Now,

give me a true
account of everything

that happened at the
Abbey Grange last night.

Be frank with me and
we may do some good.

Play tricks with me

and I'll crush you.

I'll chance it.

But one thing
I'll say first,

I regret nothing,

I fear nothing

and I'd do it all
again if I had to

and be proud of the
job, damn the man!

Well that's my side of
things, only my side.

When I think of Mary,

sweet Mary Fraser,

I think of getting her

into this bloody
business,

it's that, that turns
my soul to water.

I met her when I
was first officer

on my last ship.

Air.

Oh I need air, Mr. Croker.

I've never danced
so much in my life.

You dance if you were
born to Miss Fraser.

Neither born nor bred,
I assure Mr. Croker.

Led to it, I think, by a
better dancer than I am.

She treated me as fairly

as ever a woman
treated a man.

We were never engaged.

I have no complaints.

But it was all
love on my side

and all-good comradeship
and friendship on hers.

When we parted

she was a free woman

but I could never
again be a free man.

Next time I came
back from the sea

I read of her marriage.

It seemed to be the sort
of thing she was made for.

I didn't grieve.

I felt it to be right.

So I never thought
to see her again.

At last voyage
I was promoted,

and the new boat was
not yet launched,

so I had to wait for
a couple of months

with my people in Kent.

I knew now where she
was but stayed away.

Then I met Theresa
Wright one day

and she told me
all about her,

about the marriage,

about the man's
drunken cruelty,

about everything.

Do you know this
noble baron

had burnt her pet dog

and threatened
as much to her?

I tell you gentlemen,

it nearly drove me mad.

I did meet Mary

and I met her again.

At last,

she would meet me no more.

I was then given notice

that I would leave of my
voyage within the week.

You're mad.

How could you come here?

I'm to go away Mary.

I've been given a ship.

To go and not
say farewell.

I thought I might
never see you again.

You're going away?

I do not relish it.

You'll make a
fine captain.

You must not let anything

spoil such an opportunity.

I feel for you.

You can do nothing.

However, it is which
hurts most stunning.

I believe I should
have gone mad

these past few weeks.

Lf... Mary?

If it had not been for
the thought of you,

my friend.

Alright.

Friend will do, Mary.

It is the measure
of my love for you

it's so strong it
will live on crumbs.

Friend will do.

Jack don't even say it.

It won't make
us any happier.

You know what I feel.

Do I?

You know you do.

Then I shall go a happier
man than when I came.

God Bless you
sweet Mary Fraser.

That's enough for me.

You must not stay Jack.

Take this for my sake.

At last I have you madam.

[Unintelligible].

Here's a key to
your damn modesty.

You have a
confession madam?

A damn whore,

A gutter queen,

A filthy jade.

Yes sir.

Come sir.

Stand you there, sir,

over the body of
your bloody harlot.

She's all right.

Jack?

Oh Jack.

Thank you.

Now drink this.

Oh... oh what happened?

I killed him.

Are you certain?

I know.

I felt it.

Oh dear God.

What are we going to do?

Listen to your
old Theresa.

You're marked with a blow

that could have
killed you,

that shall be
your salvation.

Theresa was as
cool as ice.

It was her plot
as much as mine.

We must make it appear

the burglars had
done the thing.

Theresa kept on repeating
our story to her mistress,

while I swarmed up

and cut the rope
of the bell.

I then lashed for
her in her chair,

frayed out the
end of the rope

to make it look natural.

The silver well you
know about that.

I do, and the third
glass of port

to tie in with
the Randalls?

Yes.

And we dropped
the candlestick

by where Mary fell

for the wax would
splash on her.

I never thought the police

could have seen
through our dodge.

When I knew that
savage fiend was dead

and she was free of him

I reckon I done the best
nights work of my life.

I still do even
if I swing for it.

That is the truth.

The whole truth, sir.

Dear God.

Yes.

Yes you have
told me the truth.

And if the lady's maid

had been less abstemious

and accepted your
glass of port,

your ingenuity might
have fooled me

as you have certainly
fooled the police.

Who put you onto me?

How on earth
did you find me?

No one could have gone
after that bell rope

but an acrobat or sailor.

No one but a sailor

could have made the knots

with which the cord was
fastened to the chair.

It was evident that the
lady was shielding someone

to do so under
such circumstances

meant that she must
love the person.

Was that too wild a
leap of the imagination

to connect her with
an officer of a ship,

which brought her
to this country?

Croker.

You're expecting
a visitor.

I am?

My dearest the gentleman
that knows everything.

There's no hiding from it.

I Know.

His telegram
brought me here.

What do you
intend, Mr. Holmes?

Well Captain Croker

this is a very
serious matter.

Yet I feel sure that on
the basis of the story,

which you have told
us here tonight,

a British court of
law will understand

that you acted in defense
of your own life.

That, however,

is for the jury to decide.

Meanwhile,

I have so much
sympathy for you

that if you choose
to disappear

within the next 24-hours

I promise no one
will hinder you.

Then it will all come out?

Certainly it
will come out.

What sort of
proposal is that?

Mary would be left
to face the music.

Held as an
accomplice maybe.

No sir, it will not do.

Jack you must go.

I shall not.

Calm yourself Captain.

I was only testing you.

Watson, this fellow
rings true every time.

It is a great
responsibility

that I take upon myself

but we will do it

in due form of law.

Croker, you are
the prisoner.

Watson?

You are a British jury,

and I never met any man

more eminently fitted
to represent one.

Now gentle man

you have heard
the evidence

do you find the prisoner
guilty or not guilty.

Not guilty.

Vox populi, vox Dei.

You are acquitted,
Captain Croker.

No.

No sir it will not do.

Captain?

What if the police arrest
some other poor devil,

what then?

Then I will use
all my powers

to persuade them
of their mistake.

If they light on you

then that is
another matter.

However, I think
that is unlikely.

Come back to this
lady in a year's time,

and may her future
and yours justify

us in the
judgment that we

have pronounced
this night.

Oh thank you.

Madam, I'm intrigued,

you gave such a
compelling account

of the man's sad
addiction to drink

and yet it is not
as we now know

portrayed as your husband

but it was such a clear
description I wondered.

My father.

My poor father, Doctor.

He's on his way
England because of it.

His self-management
was the reason

I didn't fear the
vice of my husband

because I knew of it
before we were married.

How foolish I was.

Thank you madam.

I felt sure that your
story was true to reality.

Good luck to you.

It's almost as though
you disapproved

of the happiness we
have fostered this day.

Oh no, I approve of
that, of course I do.

But I'm uneasy

that you took upon
yourself the duties

of advocate and judge.

You are too bound
by forms, Watson.

Forms are society, Holmes.

Manners make
a man, Holmes.

It's just as well
you are unique.

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