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What are you doing down there Beppo.

[speaking Italian]

S tand back

we have him at last.

[speaking Italian]

[speaking Italian]

Anything remarkable on hand, Lestrade?

No.

Nothing in particular.

Then tell us about it.

Now you've come to mention it, Mr. Holmes.

There's no denying there is something on my mind.

It first came to my notice four days ago.

A certain Morse Hudson has a shop

for the sale of pictures and statues

in Kennington Road.

But what happened last night was more serious

and also more singular.

Burglary.

Exactly.

A house of a Doctor Barnicot was broken into.

Now this bust was one of a pair

purchased from Morse Hudson

by Doctor Barnicot.

He had put it in his house.

The other he put two miles away in his surgery.

Later that same night.

This is certainly very novel.

Yes, I thought it would please you.

Though in my opinion it comes more into

Doctor Watson's line than ours.

Disease?

I should say madness.

Queer sort of madness too.

You wouldn't think there was anybody living,

now days would you, have such a hatred

for Napoleon Bonaparte.

Actually there are no limits

to the possibilities of monomania.

You see there is the condition

that the modern French psy chologists

have called a 'id�e fixe, '

if someone became obsessed with say,

an injustice committed to an ancestor

during the Napoleonic wars,

he might form 'id�e fixe',

and under its influence

he might be capable of any fantastic outrage.

My dear Watson, that won't do.

How do you e xplain it then?

I don't attempt to do so.

There you see.

I would simply observe

that there's a certain method

in this gentleman's eccentric madness.

I mean for e xample,

in Dr. Barnicot's house,

where a sound might have

aroused the sleeping family,

the bust was taken outside

before being broken,

whereas in his surgery,

where there was less danger of alarm,

it was smashed where he stood.

I only mentioned it

because you usually have a taste

for all that is out of the common,

no matter how trivial.

I dare call nothing trivial, Lestrade.

Some of my most classic cases

have had the least promising commencement.

Yeah.

That dreadful business of the Abernetty family.

I hardly call the dismemberment

of an entire family trivial.

Well Watson, would you be so kind as to e xplain?

What?

Well the point is that

it only came to Holmes' notice

because the depths which the parsley had sunk

into the butter on a hot day.

Awe.

Awe.

So you see I cannot afford to smile

at your three busts, Lestrade.

However, I would be obliged

if you would keep me informed

as to developments.

Listen to this Holmes Come I nstantly,

1-3-1 Pitt S treet, Kensington.

Lestrade.

What's it about?

Well it could be anything

but I suspect it's a sequel

to his story of last night,

you know my 'id�e fixe. ' Finish your coffee

there's a cab at the door.

Two minutes.

It's attempted murder at least.

Nothing less will hold the London message boy.

There's a deed of violence

in that young fellow's round shoulders

and outstretched neck.

Well, Lestrade will soon tell us.

Look at this, Watson.

The bottom steps swilled down and the others dry.

Footsteps enough, anyhow.

Yes, but whose?

It's the Napoleon bust business again, gentlemen.

They smashed another?

I 'm afraid the affair

has taken a graver turn.

This way.

Mr. Harker, allow me to present,

Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.

Mr. Horace Harker, of the Central Press Syndicate.

Good of you to come, gentlemen.

Please forgive my agitation.

No apology necessary, Mr. Harker.

A body on one's front doorstep

is always unsettling.

You've told him then?

Not a word.

Now tell us e xactly what occurred.

It's an e xtraordinary thing.

All my life I 've been

collecting other people's news,

and now I have a real life story of my own

and I can't put two words together.

If I had been a journalist

and walked in through that door

I would have interviewed myself

and had two columns in every London newspaper.

And here I am giving away valuable cop y

by telling my story

over and over again

to a string of different people.

However, I 've heard of your name,

Mr. Sherlock Holmes,

so if you could e xplain this queer business

I 'd be more than paid for my trouble

in telling you my story.

A great deal of my journalistic work

is done at night in my den,

in that room adjacent to this one.

At some time

in the small hours of this morning.

[scream]

I shall live that moment

over and over again in my dreams.

Do we know who the murdered man was?

Not yet but you can see the body at the mortuary,

if you wish.

Where did you purchase your bust, Mr. Harker?

From Mr. Hudson of Kennington Road.

Do we know what became of it?

The officer at the door

tells me it's been found

in the front garden

of an empty house on Campden House Road.

I was just going round to see it.

Will you come?

I n a moment, Lestrade.

Well the intruder either had very long legs

or was a most active man.

With that area beneath it was no mean feat

to climb up to this ledge,

let alone to open the window.

Mr. Harker, will you come with us

to see the remains of your bust?

I must make something of it,

although I have no doubt

that every newspaper in London

will be on the streets

with a full and detailed account.

Just my luck.

Do you remember when the stand fell down

at the Downcaster Races?

I was the only journalist in that stand,

and my journal was the only one

that didn't have a published account

because I was too shaken to write a word.

Now I should be too late

with a murder on my own doorstep.

Well?

We have a long way to go

but there is one suggestive fact.

He didn't smash this in the house

or immediately outside it.

Well perhaps he was so rattled and bustled

by meeting this other fellow

that he hardly knew what he was doing.

That's likely enough.

But why did he choose to destroy it

outside this particular house?

It's empty,

so he knew he wouldn't be disturbed.

Yes, but there's another empty house

further up the street

he must have passed.

Why not destroy it there?

The lamp.

By Jove, you're right.

What are we to make of that?

Holmes?

Remember it.

Docket it.

We may come on something later,

which will bear upon it.

Meanwhile, before we go our separate ways

I suggest we make one last concerted visit.

Where to?

The morgue.

They made nothing of his identity up to now.

He was poorly dressed

but doesn't seem to have been a laborer.

Whoever's responsible

did a nasty job on the fellow's throat.

Oh that was the murder weapon,

had a serrated blade.

But whether it belonged to the murderer

or the dead man we don't yet know.

Anything in his pockets to help identify him?

Precious little.

If it might interest you, Mr. Holmes.

Forgive me, Lestrade,

I was just contemplating

the one mystery that not even I can solve.

Death itself.

Pray continue.

As you can see he carried very little.

An apple, some string,

map of London

and a photograph.

Well on part one it's torn.

Look.

Odd looking devil.

Positively simian.

What steps do you propose ne xt, Lestrade?

Well the most practical way of getting at it,

in my opinion, is to identify the dead man.

Once we know who he is

and who his associates are,

we should have a good start in learning

who killed him on the doorstep

of Mr. Horace Harker.

Don't you think so, Mr. Holmes?

No doubt.

It is not the way that I would conduct the case.

And what would you do?

Oh, don't let me influence you, Lestrade.

I suggest that you follow your line of inquiry

and I mine.

And we can compare notes,

and each supplement the other.

But if you are returning to Pitt S treet,

I would be grateful if you would tell Mr. Harker

that I have quite made up my mind,

in this matter.

And so there was a

dangerous and homicidal lunatic

with Napoleonic delusions

at his house last night.

It will help him in his article.

You don't seriously believe that, Holmes?

Don't I?

Well, perhaps not.

I 'm sure it will please Mr. Horace Harker

and the subscribers to the Central Press Agency.

I would be grateful, Lestrade,

if you could make it convenient

to come around to Baker S treet

at six o'clock this evening.

And until then

I would like to keep this photograph

found in the dead man's pocket.

Oh, Mr. Holmes that might be a vital clue.

I trust it is, otherwise it's of no interest to me.

Good luck, Lestrade.

What we pay our taxes for, I don't know.

When any ruffian can walk in

and break one's goods,

under one's nose.

A superb bit of craftsmanship it was too.

Taken from a marble cop y of the Emperor's head

by Dupr'e.

Are you familiar, by chance,

with that great artists.

Yes indeed.

Speaking in familiarly,

do you recognize the man in this photograph?

Man in the photograph?

Yes indeed I do, Mr. Holmes.

The names Beppo.

Beppo?

Yes he was a sort of,

Italian piecework man,

who made himself useful here in the shop.

Oh, he could carve a bit,

and frame, and guild.

I took him on about ten days ago

but he only stayed a week

and then just disappeared.

Didn't even collect his wages.

Perhaps he was responsible

for the breakages.

Responsible for the breakages?

Huh, responsible for the breakages?

My dear sir, this is an international conspiracy.

The Nihilist plot.

Red republications I call them.

Yes.

No one but an Anarchist

would go about breaking statues.

Did they break every one that you sold?

Break every one I sold?

No hardly that.

Just the two bought by a local doctor

and the one left here in my shop.

If anything happened to the other three

I know nothing of it.

Three?

So there was six to begin with?

Six to begin with, yes, yes.

A batch of six.

I ordered them especially

from Gelder & Company of S tepney.

They do e xcellent molding work.

Do you happen to know the names and addresses

of the other customers?

My ledgers, Mr. Holmes,

are confidential.

Mr. Hudson,

if you're theory's correct,

ought we to warn these people of this...

this most dangerous plot?

And who better to do that

than Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Yes, quite right.

Quite right, sir.

Yes, the country slumbers

but we shall remain vigilant.

Huh?

Follow me, sir.

Here we are.

Mr. Josiah Brown of Chiswick

and Mrs. Sandeford of Reading.

Mrs.? Yes.

Mr. Hudson?

Huh?

Did your two busts differ in anyway

from the other four?

Differ from the other four?

No, no they were all identical.

They're all with a beautiful decoration,

which I ordered especially.

Apart from the decoration

were your six busts

the same as all the others?

The same as all the others?

Well I suppose so.

But you'd have to apply direct

to Gelder & Company to find that out.

I n person.

Excellent idea.

Gentlemen?

Gentlemen?

When you meet the manager

would you be good enough

to warn him of the conspiracy?

With all the busts they have on the premises

the Red republicans could have field day.

Normally we sell the bust without decoration

but Mr. Hudson ordered

that the whole uniform be painted.

It was e xtra detail

and made it a very special statue.

I n times of the construction, however,

there is no reason

why the six napoleons we sold to him

should be different from hundreds of others.

You see the two molds are put together

and filled with plaster

to make the complete bust.

Are they solid?

Solid?

Yes of coarse

Then they are placed in a special room to dry

and afterwards stored.

The wholesale price is six shillings

but we would get twelve or more.

I can think of no reason

that someone should wish to destroy them.

Or murder for them.

Murder?

So,

your interest in the molding process

had ulterior motives.

Mendelstam, I wonder if you happen to recognize

the man in this photograph.

Yes indeed.

Very well.

This has always been a respectable establishment

and the only time we ever had the police in here

was over this fellow.

About a year ago

he knifed another Italian in the street

and ran in here

with the police on his heels.

Was his name Beppo, by any chance?

Beppo, yes!

His second name, I never knew.

Served me right

for employing a man with such a face.

But he was a good workman,

one of the best.

Do you happen to remember

e xactly when he was arrested?

I could check the pay list.

According to Morse Hudson's records

you sold him six Napoleon's

on June the third, of last year.

Now let me see.

That is correct

Now Beppo, last collected his wages

on May the twentieth,

of that same year.

Then he must have been arrested

sometime the following week.

Well no doubt the police have the e xact details.

The young Italian survived so

Beppo only went to prison for one year.

We have a cousin of his work in here,

perhaps you would wish to speak with him?

No.

Not a word to the cousin, I beg of you.

The matter is very important

and the further I go with it

the more important it seems.

And so yeah.

I merely thought his cousin

might know when Beppo is to be released.

Mendelstam,

if my surmises are correct,

our friend Beppo has been out of jail

for at least eleven days.

Hey, hey, Watson.

Harker has baited the traps.

The press is a very valuable institution

if one knows how to use it.

Read all about it.

Very cunning, Holmes.

Thank you, Watson.

Lestrade!

Mr. Holmes.

Doctor.

Please sit down.

Thank you.

Well uh,

what luck, Mr. Holmes?

We've had a very busy day.

Not entirely wasted.

I can trace each of the busts

now from the beginning.

The busts!

Well of course you have your own methods,

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Not for me to say a word against them

but I think I 've done a better days work than you.

I 've identified the dead man.

Splendid!

Who is it?

Pietro Venucci,

son of a respectable Italian tradesman

that involved with a secret political society.

Red Anarchist?

Oh you've been talking to Morse Hudson haven't you?

Do go on, Lestrade.

I refer, of course, to the Mafia,

which, as you may know,

enforces its decrees by assassination.

Obviously our murderer

broke the rules in some fashion

and Pietro is put on his track.

Possibly with that photograph

to aid identification.

They meet

but Pietro receives his own death wound

in the scuffle.

Excellent, Lestrade, but I don't quite follow

your e xplanation of the destruction of the busts.

Dear Holmes, the busts!

You can never get those busts out of your head.

The busts are nothing.

Petty larceny, six months at most.

No, no, no.

It's murder we're really investigating,

and I tell you

I 'm gathering all the threads into my hand.

And the ne xt stage?

Awe, well now.

We have an inspector who's made a specialty

out of the Italian quarter.

I shall go down there with him,

find the man in that photograph you're carrying,

arrest him for murder.

What you say, Mr. Holmes?

Will you come with us?

I think not.

I fancy Chiswick as the address

most likely to find him.

Chiswick?

If you and some of your men

will come with us to Chiswick tonight,

I will go to the Italian quarter with you tomorrow

and there will be no harm in the delay.

I suggest you dine with us

and then you're welcome to the sofa.

A few hours sleep will do us all good.

I don't intend to leave the house before eleven.

It is unlikely that we shall

be home before morning.

But Mr. Holmes...

I n the meantime,

I have a letter to send by Express Messenger.

Mrs. Hudson?

Mrs. Hudson?

Chiswick?

[speaking Italian]

Pa Pa!

Eleven o'clock.

Gentlemen on your feet.

Come along Lestrade.

Watson, I think you've been

overgenerous with the port.

You've been frugal enough with your information.

Awe that will be our four-wheeler.

Don't forget the revolver, Watson,

and bring the rugs.

This outing wouldn't be

inspired by your 'id�e fix, ' would it?

' Id�e fixe. ' Yes.

The plaster bust.

I have great hopes, Lestrade.

I n fact, I bet it's e xactly two-to-one

that if you come with us tonight

you'll have the murderer in custody

before the sun rises.

I 'm not a betting man, Mr. Holmes.

Then you have nothing to lose by it do you?

Except a good nights sleep.

Watson, if you've caught a cold it's your fault.

You left the rugs behind.

Sorry, Holmes.

Is that two o'clock?

I don't suppose we can smoke, can we?

Nope.

Thought as much.

Are your men in position?

Oh yes.

Have a humbug, Lestrade.

Watson,

this is no time for humbugs.

Look!

Is that who you e xpected?

His name's Beppo.

Good name for a monkey.

He'll leave by the back door.

How do you know that?

Cause all the other doors are locked.

Oh dear, it's smashed.

Mr. Josiah Brown, I presume?

Yes sir.

And you, no doubt, are Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

I had the note you sent by the e xpress messenger

and I did e xactly as you told me.

Following your instructions,

we locked every door

so as to lead him into the back.

And I 'm very glad to see you have the rascal.

Now I hope, gentlemen,

you will come and partake

in some refreshment.

Thank you, Mr. Brown.

The hour is rather late.

Good night.

Oh good night.

Come, Watson, we have work to do.

Work?

What work?

Lestrade, if you will come around to Baker S treet

tonight at six o'clock.

I hope to be able to show you

that you still have not grasped

the full meaning of this business.

Oh, I think you'll find my theory of the Mafia

will work out all right, Mr. Holmes.

Good night, Lestrade.

Come along now.

Baker S treet please.

And now, Watson, I commend to you

the universal answer to almost all the problems.

What's that, Holmes?

Sleep.

[speaking Italian]

[speaking Italian]

[speaking Italian]

Morning Watson.

And since the manager of Gelder & Company

was mainly responsible for Beppo's initial arrest,

we see the breaking of the busts

as a pathetic attempt to revenge himself.

And it was possibly

the senseless acts of violence,

which transgressed the Mafia's code of behavior

and lead to the murder of young Venucci.

There, I think that takes care

of those details you mentioned last night.

Don't you, Mr. Holmes?

Holmes!

Yes Watson.

Well what do you think of Lestrade's theories?

I 'm sure that they are of the greatest interest

but I regret to say

I 've not listened to a word of them.

Forgive my inattention Lestrade,

I had a rather late night.

Look, what do you think I had?

Come in.

Is Mr. Sherlock Holmes here?

Ah,

I fear I am a little late

but the trains were very awkward.

No matter, no matter.

Have you brought the item?

Oh these are my friends and colleagues,

Doctor Watson and I nspector Lestrade

of S cotland Yard.

You may speak freely in front of them.

Gentlemen, you said in your telegram

that Mr. Hudson had given you my address.

Mr. Sandeford, of Reading.

The same, sir.

How do you do?

It's those busts again.

Correct, Lestrade.

Did he also tell you

just how much my wife paid for it?

No he did not.

Well sir, I am an honest man

and not a very rich one

and she only gave fifteen shillings for it

and I think you ought to know that

before I take the ten pounds from you

that you offered in your telegraph.

Oh your scruple does you much honor,

Mr. Sandeford but I have stated my price

and I shall stick to it.

Oh thank you, Mr. Holmes,

that's very handsome of you.

You're bust sir.

You know my wife has always maintained

there is a marked resemblance between

myself and the Emperor.

I can't say I see it myself.

Sixth Napoleon.

I contacted Mrs. Sandeford

by telegram this morning.

Now,

if you will sign this paper

in front of witnesses,

it is simply to say

that you transferred every possible rights

that you would ever have in the bust to me.

Happ y to, Mr. Holmes, happ y, happ y, happ y.

I am a methodical man and one never knows

what turn of events my take afterwards.

Here is your ten-pound note sir.

Good evening, Mr. Sandeford.

Thank you very much, Mr. Holmes.

It's good evening, gentlemen.

And it's very, very kind of you

and thank you so much.

Now gentlemen,

if you will give me your undivided attention.

Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to one of

the most precious objects in the world.

The famous black pearl of Borgias!

Bravo, Holmes, bravo!

Oh you're a legend to man.

Rivals that [unintelligible]

This surpasses it.

The Borgias pearl's been missing

since it disappeared

from the Prince of Colonna's bedroom

in that Dacre Hotel,

over a year ago.

As you may remember, Lestrade,

I was consulted upon the case at the time.

Observe and learn.

The moment the name Venucci

surfaced to this case

I immediately became intrigued.

The Princess of Colonna's maid, for some time,

had been one, Lucrezia Venucci.

Suspicion fell on her

and it was proved that she had a brother in London

but we failed to trace

any connection between them.

Beppo was the connection.

He had been courting Lucrezia Venucci

for some time.

Where did you get that.

Pietro Venucci.

Oh, I see.

When the Venucci family

planned to steal the black pearl,

they used Beppo as a go between

for Lucrezia and her brother.

Beppo gleaned enough information

to e xecute the robber himself

and make off with the pearl.

Pietro Venucci, the brother,

caught up with him outside Gelder's workshop,

Beppo stabbed him,

he then fled into the warehouse

and took refuge in the drying room.

He knew he only had moments

in which to conceal the pearl,

which would otherwise be found on him

when he was searched.

Among all the plaster casts drying that day,

he made for the batch of six

that had been ear marked for Morse Hudson

and the base of one of them

was still soft.

It was an admirable hiding place.

As soon as Beppo got out of prison

he managed to find employment

with Mr. Morse Hudson

and set about tracking

the six Napoleons down.

He found and destroyed three of them

but the night he located Harker's,

Pietro Venucci, intent on vengeance,

accosted him and this time

Beppo slit his throat.

With only two busts left

it was likely he would

try the London one first.

Hence our visit to Chiswick.

Exactly, Watson.

That left only the Reading bust.

I bought it in your presence from the owner

and there it lies.

Well, Mr. Holmes.

I 've seen you handle a good many cases in my time

but I don't know that I ever knew

a more workman like one than this.

We're not jealous of you, you know,

at S cotland Yard.

We're proud of you.

And if you come down tomorrow

there's not a man

from the oldest inspector

to the youngest constable,

who wouldn't be glad

to shake you by the hand.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Would you get down the

Conk-Singleton forgery case,

please Watson?

Goodbye, Lestrade

and if any little problem comes your way

I shall be happ y, if I can,

to give you a hint or two as to its solution.

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