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Splendid air.

Rough shooting?

Perhaps a little fishing.

And the best cook in
the county of Sussex

wouldn't you say?

Holmes!

And Reginald Musgrave.

Well he is a sign

of one of the oldest
families in England.

He was in the same
college as myself.

He was not
generally popular

among the undergraduates

but he always seemed to me

that what was set
down as pride,

was really a cover for

extreme natural
diffidence.

Indeed I never
think of his

pale, lean face

and the poise of his head

without associating him
with gray archways,

mullioned windows

and all the venerable
wreckage of a feudal keep.

Well if you feel
so uncharitable

why didn't you accept
his invitation?

To escape my lethargy

and you're
constant bullying

to tidy our room
in Baker Street.

Hardly constant.

So I have decided to
devote my weekend

to the collating of
some of my early works.

What early works?

It was before
my biographer

came to glorify me.

Do you mean you have
records of your work?

Not all successes.

But some pretty
little problems.

Record of the
Tarleton murders,

the case of Vamberry,
the wine merchant,

the adventure of the
old Russian woman,

a full account of

Ricoletti with
the clubfoot,

and his abominable wife

and the singular affair
of the aluminum crutch.

Aluminum crutch?

Now that was something
a little recherch�.

I wish I had notes
of these cases.

Yes my boy.

Well you may hold my
interest for a few hours

while you potter
with our host

through the antiquities
of a by gone age.

Surely the house
interests you?

The house is
freezing Watson!

It's history.

The people in there.

On your previous visit

I remember you
telling me

that you endured some
lively conversations

with a butler.

What's his name Brunston?

Oh Brunton.

A young schoolteacher
out of place.

Did he not... did he not
speak several languages?

Yes, he played nearly
every musical instrument.

A man of considerably

more intellectual
ability than his master.

Watson we must
behave ourselves.

Awe, Brunton.

Mr. Holmes, a pleasure
to see you again.

My friend and colleague,
Doctor Watson.

Welcome to Hurlstone, sir.

Musgrave,

my friend and colleague,
Doctor Watson.

So glad, it's a long time.

Yeah.

How is all gone with you?

Oh busy, busy.

My father died.

I've had the
estates to manage.

And as I am now a
member of parliament

the district as well.

But you... you I have noticed

are still turning to
practical end of powers

with which you used to
amaze us at college.

Yes, I'm still
living by wits

and how is the dear wife?

I'm not married Holmes.

How wise.

And the windows
date from 1596.

The manor is thought to be

the oldest inhabited
building in the country.

I once knew some
northern Musgrave's.

They did come from
the north originally.

A cadet branch
of the family

broke away from the
northern Musgrave's

and came to West Sussex

in the early
seventeenth century.

Holmes?

Holmes?

More brandy sir?

No, Brunton.

That's how the
story goes, Randall,

and I can vouch for it.

But the commission
is over here,

signed by Prince Rupert.

It's from my ancestor
the Ralph Musgrave.

Yes, enjoy is cavalry
troop at Edge Hill.

Rupert's seal and
commissioned Holmes.

Astonishing.

It's one of the
boots worn that day.

If I may be so bold sir.

Huh?

The boot was worn
by his brother,

Sir Roland Musgrave.

That was indeed,

my butler was once
a schoolmaster,

I must bow to his
scholarship over mine

and matters of my
own family's history.

No, no, no never mind

you may leave us now.

Yeah but Brunton

where is Rachel
tonight?

She has a slightest
temperature.

I told her to
go to her room.

Good night, gentlemen.

Holmes... Holmes
has told me

of Brunton's
extraordinary idea.

But I remember
on my last visit

where he spent
several hours

explaining to me in French

the origins of
the piccolo.

It is wonderful that
he should be satisfied

for so long with
such a position

but I suppose...

I suppose he's
been comfortable

and lacked the energy
to make a change.

Oh yes, indeed.

The butler of Hurlstone.

It's always a thing
that is remembered

by all who visit us.

Oh dear Musgrave,

However, this paragon
does have one fault,

a bit of a Don Juan.

Well it's not a
difficult part to play

in quiet country district.

When he was married
he was all right,

but since he's
become a widower

we've had no end of
trouble with him.

I mean, a few months ago

we were in hopes

he was about to
settle down again.

He became engaged
to Rachel Howells,

my second housemaid

but he has
thrown her over.

Taken up with
Janet Tregallis,

my gamekeeper's daughter.

Rachel is a
very good girl,

but she is of an

excitable Welsh
temperament.

Now she wonders around
like a black-eyed shadow,

thoroughly unsettling
the household.

Rachel?

Good morning, Holmes,

Sir Reginald.

Thank you.

Where's Brunton
this morning?

It's all right,
it's all right.

Nothing.

It's all right.

The girl is
fainting, Watson.

My dear young woman,

you should not be at work

you should be in bed.

You may leave your
duties, Rachel.

Come back when you're
feeling stronger.

I am strong enough, sir.

I'll be the judge of that.

You must go to your room.

No.

Lie down.

And on your way
tell Brunton

that I wish to see him.

The butler is gone.

Gone?

Gone where?

He's gone.

He's not in his room now.

No one's seen him.

Oh, yes, yes, he's gone.

He's gone.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Gentle.

Gently.

Gentle.

Gently Rachel.

It's all right.

Gently, Rachel, gently.

Gentle.

The bed's not
been slept in.

Have you searched
the house?

From cellar to garret.

The girl's right
there's no trace of him.

He's gone.

Do not see how the
man could have left.

I mean the windows and
door are all fastened.

What man goes away in
the middle of the night

and leaves all his
possessions behind?

And money, watch?

Well I've given the girl

something to calm her down

and I've taken the liberty

to sending for
a local nurse.

She's in a most
unusual nervous state.

And she should,
on no account,

be left alone for a while.

This is the girl who
was engaged to Brunton?

Rachel Howells, yes, yes.

Girl with a fine
Welsh temper.

Oh Watson.

Look gentlemen I had
no intention of this

small domestic incident

should ruin your weekend.

I propose we continue
our plans for a shoot

and we'll return hopefully

to some simple
explanation.

Holmes?

Well done, Watson.

Holmes?

Holmes?

As I was telling Watson,

something happened
last night,

which may throw some
light on this matter.

This is very
embarrassing but I...

I find I need your advice.

I couldn't sleep after
foolishly taking

that cup of Coffee
after dinner

and about two o'clock

I gave up the struggle.

I came downstairs to fetch
a novel I'm reading,

which I'd left
in the library.

Well you can
imagine my surprise

when I saw a
glimmer of light

coming from the open door.

I'd remembered I had
extinguished the lamp

and closed the door
when we retired.

Naturally my first
thought was burglars.

So this is how you
repay my trust,

prying into my
family documents?

You will leave my
service tomorrow.

Mr. Musgrave, sir,

I can't be a disgrace.

I've always been proud
about my station in life,

and disgrace
would kill me.

My blood will be
on your head sir,

it will indeed if you
drive me to despair.

What?

If you cannot keep
me after this,

then for God sake

let me give you notice

and leave in a month

as of my own free will.

A month is too long.

I could stand
that, Mr. Musgrave,

but not to be cast out

before all the folk
I know so well.

You don't deserve
consideration, Brunton.

Your conduct has
been infamous.

However, I've no wish

to bring public
disgrace upon you.

You take yourself
away in a week,

and you give whatever
reason you like.

A week, sir?

Only a week?

A fortnight-say at
least a fortnight!

No a week!

And you may
consider yourself

to have been very
leniently dealt with.

But what is strange

is that he seemed
most anxious to stay.

Well it's quite plain
to me what happened.

He went back to his room,

thought it over,

decided to stage
his disappearance,

there and then cleverly.

Possibly with the help
of his new woman friend.

Janet?

No, no, no,

She lives with her father

on the other
side of the lake

and besides I doubt
if she'd have

the wit to help him.

This piece of paper

which Brunton
thought worth his while to consult,

even at the risk of
the losing his job?

Well it's nothing.

It's nothing of any
importance at all.

Nevertheless.

It's simply a copy of the
singular old observance

called the
Musgrave Ritual.

Seldom peculiar
to our family,

which each Musgrave
has to go through

when he's coming of age.

This is a strange
catechism.

Undated but written
in the style

of the middle of the
seventeenth century.

Would you and Watson
be good enough

to read it out to me?

Oh Doctor, I
know it by heart.

Whose was it?

His who is gone.

Who shall have it?

He who will come.

Where was the sun?

Over the oak.

Where was the shadow?

Under the elm.

How was it stepped?

West eight by eight,

south seven by seven,

west six by six,

south five by five
and two by two,

and so under.

What shall we give for it?

All that is ours.

Why should we give it?

For the sake of the trust.

Why, it's a treasure hunt.

Oh no, no, I
remember as children

we often tried
to solve it.

It leads nowhere.

Could Brunston have seen
this before last night?

Well it's possible.

We took no pains
to hide it

but what could
he want with it?

Obviously he was
refreshing his memory.

You say that he had
some map or chart,

which he was thrust
back into his pocket

the moment you appeared?

That's what
it looked like.

Yes.

We must reexamine
this ritual.

The measurements
obviously refer

to some exact spot

to which the rest of
the document eludes.

You are given two guides?

Yes, an elm and an oak.

And gentlemen, there is
a patriarch among oaks.

Certainly the oldest
oak on the estate.

This tree must
have been here

in the time of the
Norman Conquest.

In all probability

but I tell you

it can't be the oak
referred to, Holmes.

Generations of Musgrave's

have attempted
to solve it.

They've dug up
half this field.

You are right, Musgrave,

this is not the oak
referred to in the ritual.

Are there any
other large oaks

in the immediate vicinity?

Not within a mile
of the house.

Where was the sun?

Over the oak.

You can make nothing
of it today, old man,

the weather's turned.

Sir Richard.

Good morning.

It's eight foot deep here.

Poor demented girl.

We must live and
hope, old man.

There's been no
body found yet.

Nothing so far sir.

We've just about
covered all of it.

We found something!

What does it contain?

Nothing of value.

It could have been thrown
in by anyone at anytime.

No recently or the water
would have rotted the bag.

The maid last night.

Well it would explain
her journey to the mere

but then where did she go?

There's nothing
here, Holmes.

It's just a mass of,

rusted and discolored
metal and some pebbles.

And where is Brunton

or Rachel?

Why should anybody bother

to throw this
into the lake?

I am convinced

that there are not
three mysteries here,

but only one,

and the solution of one

may prove the solutions
to the others.

Apparently Brunton
saw something in this,

which escaped your
forbears, Musgrave,

from which he expected
some personal advantage.

If I can read it right

I hold in my hand the clue

to the truth concerning
both the butler Brunton

and the maid Howells.

Wherever is the
sun over the oak?

Where was the
shadow on the elm?

So this is where it grew?

Yes.

I suppose it's impossible

to tell me how
high it was?

I can give you
that at once.

It was sixty-four feet.

It's my old tutor;

he used to give me
lessons in trigonometry.

When I was a lad
I used to know

the height of every tree

and building
on this estate.

I am grateful
to your tutor.

Tell me did Brunton ever
ask you such a question

here on this lawn?

Now that you call
it to my mind.

Brunton?

What are you doing here?

Enjoying the evening, sir.

This is my private lawn.

You pardon me
for asking sir,

the elm that
once stood here,

that was struck
by lightning,

you wouldn't remember
the height of it

would you sir?

Well why should you
want to know that?

Well I'm arguing with
Mr. Tregallis about it.

I say it was fifty
feet, he put it higher.

We have a small
wager on it.

Oh, well you've lost
your wager, Brunton.

It was sixty-four feet.

Awe, was it?

I shall just have
to be a good sport

and pay up then.

Thank you sir.

Holmes?

Huh?

Oh good lord!

Now we must find where

the shadow of the elm
would have fallen

when the sun is just
clear of that oak.

Well that'll be
difficult, Holmes,

since the elm's
no longer there.

Oh now come, Watson.

If Brunton can do
it then so can we.

The answer lies
in trigonometry.

Musgrave I need all
the fishing rods

that you have in the hall.

Holmes?

Yes.

I... I don't quite
follow this.

Awe splendid!

Musgrave?

Every rod in the house.

Thank you.

Measuring stick
please, Watson.

Would you hold that for
me, Musgrave please?

And that?

Now will you take the
last yard of the string

and tie it to the base of
the fishing rod, Watson?

Yes.

And when you've
done that

would you bring the Ritual

and join me on the lawn?

Would you measure that
shadow, please Watson?

Nine feet.

So the calculation
is now a simple one.

If a fishing
rod of six feet

throws a shadow
of nine feet

then a tree of
sixty-four feet

would throw one of?

Ninety-eight.

Ninety-six.

Yes of course.

And the line of
one of course

would be the line
of the other.

Watson look!

Two inches from mine.

A mark made by Brunton.

Now read out the steps.

West eight by eight.

Sixty-four.

Then south seven by seven.

Forty-nine.

West.

Six by six.

Thirty-six and

South Five by five.

And?

Two by Two.

One, two, three, four.

I don't believe it.

Some mistake in
your calculations.

That's impossible.

Brunton hasn't been here.

Two by two and so under.

These stones haven't been
moved in many a long year.

And under.

Holmes.

You've forgotten
the 'and under.'

Is there a
cellar under here?

As old as the house.

There's been wood
all over the floor.

That's Brunton's muffler.

I'd swear to it.

Watson!

Inspector, this is
a friend of mine,

Doctor Watson.

Inspector,

I have some experience
in forensic pathology.

The man has been
dead for two days.

Cause of death
suffocation.

No wound or bruise
on this person, sir?

None.

Accident hey?

Oh there's no
doubt about it.

He must have been
down there alone

and the flagstone
just fell shut on him, poor fellow.

Sir Reginald,

I'm told that your butler
was down in the cellar

in an unused part
of the house.

What was his
business there sir?

A butler's duties

are many and
varied, Inspector.

I can't possibly
answer that question.

Well no one would have
heard his cries for help

in that part
of the house,

that is the point
surely, Inspector.

Tregallis.

Rachel!

She done it!

She killed him!

That's why she ran away!

Tregallis!

Rachel?

It's nothing.

The servants are
naturally upset.

Well who is this Rachel?

One of my housemaids.

She was engaged
to Brunton.

Do please cover him up.

One evening he
disappeared.

She became ill and left.

Well I shall
want to see her.

I shall want to see
that young woman also.

Sergeant.

All right take him away

Doctor please.

The local
inspector Holmes.

If you could find a
plausible explanation

to avoid publicity
in this retched...

I must confess

that so far
I am disappointed

in my investigation.

I had reckoned upon
solving the matter

when once I'd
find the place

referred to in the Ritual

but now that I'm here

I'm as far as ever

from knowing where it was
your family concealed

with such an elaborate
precautions.

But you've solved my
mystery of Brunton.

But how?

How did his fate
come upon him

and what part
has been played

by the woman whose
disappeared?

I should explain Holmes
methods in such cases.

He... he puts himself
in the man's place

having first gauged
his intelligence

and then he...

he tries to imagine
how he himself

would have proceeded

in similar circumstances.

In this case

Brunton's intelligence
is first rate.

So you see it
is unnecessary

to make allowance for
the personal equation.

As the astronomers
have dubbed it.

He knows something
is concealed.

He has spotted the place.

He has found the
stone is too heavy

for a man to move unaided.

So what does he do?

Help from outside.

No one to trust.

Help from inside but who?

Rachel.

She still loves him.

He sees it in her eyes.

I'm here to say
I'm sorry my love.

I'm a foolish man.

I don't deserve you.

You don't.

Forgive me Rachel.

Why?

There's no one
else for me.

No one ever has
been, you know that.

It's this house it
eats into your soul.

Let me take you
away from here.

We'll start afresh.

Your promises.

Oh Richard, you
make love so freely.

You never loved me.

Oh you're wrong.

I love you for your
beauty and your spirit.

We're a perfect match.

With my brains
and your heart

what do we want with
service to others

when a world is out there
calling us, my love?

And how do we get out
there with no money?

We'll have all
the money we need.

I found something
in this house

all them country
squires have missed.

Now I've found it and
we're ready to go.

But not without you,

I couldn't live
without you.

I'm to be your
husband, Rachel.

What money?

What have you found?

Come with me.

Put on your gown,
I'll show you.

Softly now.

There it is,
under that stone.

All we have to
do is lift it.

Now there's some wood.

Now when I lift
this you wedge it.

Come on woman,
do as I tell you!

Ready?

And another one.

And that one over there.

There is a slight
indentation on this log.

And on this.

Caused by the
weight of the stone.

Heavy work for a woman.

And this, I think,

has been used finally
as a support.

There's our treasure.

That box is laying there
for two centuries or more.

Will you steal it?

How can you steal what
nobody knows exists?

Well how did
you know then?

Brains my girl.

History and mathematics.

Here, hold the
light for me.

Bring the light closer.

Make a fortune!

Oh yes, that's
a fine profit.

Be quiet.

There must be
some value in it.

Oh how clever are you!

A pride more like.

Known better than
your masters!

Quiet woman.

I know your cleverness.

Husband, you just
needed me to help you!

If it had been treasure

you'd of been over
the way without me!

You would have
gone with her!

You're a fool if
you believe that.

Here take this.

Now help me out of here.

Rachel!

Rachel!

My love, get help.

I can't breath.

Get Mr. Holmes, quickly.

Please, my love.

Rachel!

Oh God, help me.

Rachel!

Rachel!

Help!

Rachel!

Help me!

Rachel!

Rachel, help me!

That will explain
her blanched face

and her fevered brain

at breakfast the
next morning.

Nothing but fungi.

But what was in
the box, Holmes?

Sir Charles the First.

We may find something
else of Charles the First.

The bag that was
fished from the mere.

Gentlemen, look.

It's a jewel.

A family heirloom.

Well it's possible.

You're ancestor,
Sir Ralph Musgrave,

was he a prominent
cavalier?

Oh yes indeed.

Yes he was close to
Charles the Second

in his wanderings during
the Commonwealth.

Then I think that
should give us

the last link
that we wanted.

Gentlemen, you
must bear mind

when the royal party
were driven into exile

they probably left

many of their most
precious possessions

buried behind them

with the intention
of returning for them

in a more peaceful time.

Gold, Musgrave.

Watson I believe you have
in your hand a relic,

which is not only of
great intrinsic value,

but also great importance
as a historical curiosity.

Well what is it?

Nothing less
than a fragment

of the ancient crown of
the kings of England.

The crown!

Oh no, no, Holmes.

It's too amiable.

Now consider the ritual.

How does it run?

Whose was it?

His who is gone.

That was the
execution of Charles.

And then who
shall have it?

He who will come.

That was Charles
the Second,

whose advent was
already foreseen.

There can, I think, be
no doubt, gentlemen,

that this battered
and shapeless diadem

once encircle the brows
of the royal Stuart's.

But how came it
into my family?

When Charles the
First was executed

the crown was seized.

Broken into pieces

and sold for a
thousand guineas.

Since then there has
been no trace of it,

until now.

But why did Charles not
get it back on his return?

That is a question, which
may never be answered.

When you ancestor died
by some oversight,

he left this guide
to his descendent

without ever explaining
the meaning of it.

Father to son.

Until at last it
came within reach

of a man who tore
it's secret out of it

and lost his life
in the venture.

Rachel!

Rachel!

Was it chance that
the wood slipped

was she only
guilty of silence?

She had a passionate,
Celtic soul.

The man had wronged her.

She had it in her power.

Might it rather
been vengeance

that sent the
stone crashing?

Her hand that
dashed it away.

Now what has
become of her?

Very probably she's far
away from Hurlstone now

and carries her
secret with her.

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