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Almost there.

What does a Harley Street specialist

know about my health?

Listen, Holmes, Doctor Moor Agar insists

you have a complete rests

if you wish to avoid

an absolute breakdown.

The sea air will do you the world of good.

You should have traveled alone, Watson.

Nonsense.

You're on holiday.

Why it's wonderful, Holmes, wonderful!

The views are spectacular.

Well we're looking at the most dangerous piece

of coastline in the country.

Your friend is a natural historian I presume?

An old acquaintance from my college days.

I'll see to the luggage.

Thank you.

Good day to you, sir.

I thought as we were going to be neighbors

for the next few weeks

I ought to say a few words of welcome.

How very kind.

And of course I've long wanted to meet

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

It is indeed a pleasure, sir.

Thank you but I'm Doctor John Watson.

Oh.

Come in.

This is my good friend Sherlock Holmes.

A thousand apologies, I should have realized.

Do come in Mr. Roundhay.

Very stupid of me.

How did you know my name?

You have an interest in archeology do you not?

Why yes.

Deduce, Watson, go on.

Deduce.

You've got mud on the points of your shoes

and beneath your knees

and on the fingers of your right hand...

Splendid, splendid.

Which indicates that you've knelt on the ground

for a length of time.

Oh Watson, you're coming along marvelously.

You're a left-handed gardener.

You're a student of archeology.

You've published a paper over theories

surrounding the neolithic burial rites.

You are the Reverend Francis Roundhay,

vicar of the parish.

Astonishing, sir.

Please sit down.

Thank you.

But left-handed?

The hand with which you hold the troll.

Exactly right.

Precise in every detail but how sir?

How?

Vicar, vicar vic...

the parish magazine has...

The village is nearby?

Oh yes just along the coastal path.

It's secluded but it caters for all our needs.

I suppose is that the nearest habitation?

No, no, the Tregennis Estate

is about a mile inland.

Very nice people

and I'm sure they'll extend to you

some fine Cornish hospitality.

However,

I've imposed enough upon you for one day.

Perhaps you'd care to

come and have dinner with me

one evening at the vicarage.

Oh then we should impose upon you and your family?

Oh no alas, I have no family.

I live alone except for Mr. Tregennis,

who has a suite of rooms in the house.

But does he not live on the estate?

A family dispute.

His sister and two brothers live there

but he chooses to live apart.

Do you know dinner at the vicarage

is a splendid idea.

We must arrange a date.

Yes, well of course gentlemen,

good day to you.

Good morning.

Cornish hospitality.

Weathered pitted slabs of granite.

Ancient tombs scattered throughout

the lengthened breath of this peninsula.

Like the sea.

I suppose death is always with us.

Quite so.

Quite often during those days in Cornwall,

Holmes would stride out alone.

The mystery and glamour of the place

with its sinister atmosphere

of forgotten nations

appeal to the imagination

of my friend.

He spent much of his time in long walks

and solitary meditation.

One morning however,

my friend's convalescence

was violently interrupted.

Gentlemen I urge you to consult the police.

Holmes is a sick man.

Yes but getting better all the time, Watson.

This is a matter of some emergency.

Mr. Holmes,

Mr. Holmes,

we can only regard it

as a special Providence

that you should chance to be here at this time,

for in all England

you are the one man we truly need.

I tried to explain to Mr. Tregennis

and Mr. Roundhay

that you're in convalescence.

Yes I'm sure they'll be very sympathetic,

please sit down.

Thank you.

The fact is,

as I've explained to Doctor Watson,

the most extraordinary and tragic affair

has occurred here during the night.

You have my full attention.

Perhaps I had better say a few words first.

This is Mr. Tregennis,

of whom I spoke.

Now Mr. Tregennis spent last night

in the company of his brother,

George and Owen,

and his sister Brenda,

at their house of Tredannick Wartha.

He left them,

playing cards around the dining table

in excellent health and spirits.

But on his return this morning

he discovered a truly bizarre state of affairs.

All three both alive and dead,

retained upon their faces

an expression of the utmost horror.

Dead?

A convulsion of terror.

It was dreadful to look upon.

Was there any sign of anyone else in the house?

Only Mrs. Porter,

cook and housekeeper.

She had slept deeply

and heard no sound in the night.

Is anything missing, disarranged?

Nothing, Mr. Holmes.

What could possibly

frighten a young woman to death

and two strong men out of their senses?

Yes what indeed.

Well I'm sure, Holmes, that the local police

would have reached some conclusions.

However, erroneous they may be.

Holmes.

Think.

Tell me about last night, Mr. Tregennis.

Well Mr. Holmes,

I supped there,

as the vicar has said,

and my elder brother George

proposed a game of whist afterwards.

It was a quarter-past ten when I moved to go.

Who let you out?

Mrs. Potter had gone to bed

so I let myself out.

The window of the room in which they sat was closed,

but the blind was not drawn down.

There was no change

in door or window this morning,

nor any reason to think

that any stranger had been to the house.

Yet there they sat,

driven clean mad with terror.

I'll never get the sight of that room

out of my mind so long as I live.

Yes, the facts are

most remarkable.

Mr. Tregennis do you have any theory of your own

which might account for them?

It is devilish.

Devilish, Mr. Holmes.

It is not of this world.

Well the matter is beyond humanity

it is certainly beyond me.

I trust so, Holmes.

Now think.

Think very carefully, Mr. Tregennis,

about the evening that you spent together.

Does anything stand out in your memory

which might throw some light upon this tragedy?

There is nothing, Mr. Holmes.

Were they nervous people?

Did they ever show any sign of apprehension?

Not to my knowledge, Mr. Holmes.

Then there's nothing in which you can assist me.

There is one thing occurs to me.

As I sat at the table my back was to the window,

and my brother George,

he being my partner at cards,

was facing it.

I saw him once look hard over my shoulder,

so I turned round and looked also.

The blind was up and the window shut,

but I could just make out the bushes on the lawn,

and it seemed to me for a moment

that I saw something moving among them.

I couldn't even say if it was man or animal,

but I just thought I saw something there.

Did you not investigate?

Well the matter passed as unimportant.

Did you have any premonition of evil?

None that I was aware of.

How did you hear the terrible news

so early this morning?

I am an early riser.

Generally take a walk before breakfast.

This morning I had hardly started

when Doctor Richard

overtook me in his carriage.

Mr. Tregennis.

I've just heard an urgent message

from your sister's house.

What's happened?

I'm not quite sure, sir,

but you'd better come with me.

She's been dead at least six hours.

No signs of violence.

But how?

I've never seen the like, Mr. Tregennis.

Not in all my years has a...

You all right?

I've got you.

Here.

Over here.

There we go.

We nearly got him on our hands as well.

Where are you going Holmes?

Tredannick Wartha without delay.

With your permission Mr. Holmes

I'll go on ahead.

Thank you vicar, quickly,

otherwise we'll be there before you.

Holmes, I must protest.

Save your protestations for later, Watson,

much later!

I gather you were divided

in some way from your family.

Oh yes sir, Mr. Holmes.

Well the matter is past and done with.

All was forgiven and forgotten

and we were the best of friends.

We were a family of tin-miners at Redruth,

but we sold out our venture to a company,

and so retired with enough to keep us.

I won't deny there was some bad feeling

over the division of the money.

It stood between us for a number of years.

Nevertheless.

You decided not to leave Cornwall?

I supposed I entertained

some hopes of returning home one day.

' Holmes!

Holmes, stand back!

My brothers.

They're taking them to Helston.

It's a lovely house, Mr. Tregennis.

It's a very sad house.

This is the window

through which you saw the shadow form.

Approximately what distance

was it from the glass?

I'd say not less than ten feet.

With a guess,

about here.

There's no sign of a forced entry.

And the window, of course,

would have remained locked.

My sister made sure of that.

Even in Cornwall.

So dreadfully sorry.

It's quite all right, Mr. Holmes.

An accident.

Thank you.

Could you let Mrs. Porter know I'm back?

I should like to meet the housekeeper.

Of course.

Oh but please try to avoid

causing further distress.

Death is always distressing,

Mr. Tregennis.

Awe, the chairs.

Well they must have been moved

after the police left the house.

That one here, Mr. Holmes.

One over there.

This one here.

This one over here.

Has anything else been moved?

All is as I remember it.

You must understand

there was a great deal of fuss and confusion

when I arrived this morning.

Things may have been moved

without thought given to their significance

in a criminal investigation.

Criminal?

That is a very interesting word.

So you no longer subscribe to the theory

of a supernatural explanation?

I don't know.

Where were people sitting?

I sat here facing Georgie,

my brother George.

Brenda sat next to me.

Owen across from her.

Oh that's curious.

What?

I mean from this position

the figure outside of the window

must have been well over six feet.

I can only tell you what I saw Mr. Holmes.

Awe, this is my housekeeper,

Mrs. Porter.

I'd like you to meet these gentlemen, my dear.

She was so beautiful.

So beautiful.

She is still very upset.

We're all very upset Mr. Roundhay.

Come and sit down.

I will not stay in this house

one moment longer than I have to.

So I shall rejoin my family.

But you're part of our family.

The family Tregennis is dead, sir.

Dead or as good as.

I'm still alive.

Mrs. Porter,

excuse me now.

Mrs. Porter.

My name is Sherlock Holmes

and I'd like you to tell me all that you know.

Mr. Holmes is a detective.

He's going to try and find out

what happened to Brenda.

Don't you worry.

Please, leave nothing out.

I can tell you very little, Mr. Holmes.

Awe, you've been cheating.

I am not cheating.

Owen will you tell your dearest sister

to play by the rules.

Well she's your sister too.

You tell her.

But she's on your side.

It's rather late

and I do have to get back to the vicarage.

Mortimer you must stay here for the night.

Oh please say you will.

Well?

Don't force him to stay if he doesn't want to,

Brenda.

Oh really,

I thought we'd put an end to our squabbling.

Mortimer is just as much my brother

as you and Georgie.

Don't worry, dear brother,

I know where I'm not welcome

Why visit us at all.

You disowned us.

Or have you have forgotten?

It will be all right now, Beth,

if you wish to retire.

Is Mr. Tregennis staying with us tonight?

Why?

Do you also object to my presence, Mrs. Porter?

Mortimer!

I want to know should I air your room, sir?

Sorry.

Thank you, Beth.

That'll be quite all right.

Mr. Tregennis will not be staying.

Very good, Miss Brenda.

Is it customary to have a fire in the room

at this time of year?

It was a cold and damp night, Mr. Holmes.

Well I must say I...

I thought it was rather humid.

Oh I suffer with a mild blood disorder,

feel the cold on even warm nights.

I know how you feel.

Awe, Mrs. Porter,

was the door to this room closed

when you left this morning?

Oh certainly, sir.

...Nightingale as they sing in the valley below.

As they sing...

When they were covered I threw wide the window

to let in the morning air.

Then I run down to the lane

and sent a farm lad for the doctor.

And the rest I think you know, sir.

Mrs. Porter's right.

She's very beautiful.

Yes but something's missing.

Tregennis is lying about a mild blood disorder;

I'll state my reputation on that.

Was he?

Watson.

Watson.

Look at this.

That's very unusual.

It won't do!

It won't do!

Three people grievously stricken

by some conscious or unconscious human agency.

Now,

when exactly did this event occur?

They're finished playing cards.

It was past their usual hour for bed.

The panel of the chairs

had not been pulled back from the table.

Then it must have been

only moments after Tregennis left the house.

Exactly.

Your conscious, of course,

I've managed to obtain

a clear imprint of his foot.

Yes I saw.

Haven got a sample print

I could pick out his tracks among the others

and follow his boots.

For the length of his stride

he returns swiftly to the vicarage.

Tregennis disappeared

then almost instantly

some other person affected the card players.

How can we reconstruct that person?

But is there any evidence really, Watson

that anyone did creep up to that window?

The only suggestion comes from Tregennis,

who says that his brother reacted

to some movement in the garden.

Then how was this

impression of horror conveyed?

You're Mr. Sherlock Holmes the detective.

And you are Doctor Leon Sterndale,

the great lion-hunter

and famous African explorer.

Have you made any progress?

Some.

The county police are utterly at fault.

Tell me what you know

about the fate of the Tregennis family.

What is your interest, Dr. Sterndale?

My claim to be taken into your confidence

is that during my many residences here

I have come to know

this family of Tregennis very well.

Indeed upon my Cornish mother's side

I may call them cousins.

So their strange fate

has naturally been a great shock to me.

Do you know of anything

that could help us out in the inquiry?

Nothing at all.

I may tell you that I had got as far as Plymouth

upon my way to Africa

when news reached me.

I came straight back here

to help in any way I can.

Did you lose your boat?

I will take the next.

That is friendship indeed.

I tell you they were relatives.

Did your baggage go on with boat?

Some of it,

but most of it remained in the hotel.

Well surely this event could not have

found its way into the Plymouth morning papers.

No, sir

I received a telegram.

From whom?

You are very inquisitive, Mr. Holmes.

It is my business.

The vicar, Mr. Roundhay sent it,

recalling me back.

I see.

May I ask if your suspicions

point in any particular direction?

Well I can hardly answer that.

Then I'm wasting my time.

To work the brain without sufficient material

is like racing an engine,

it cracks itself to pieces.

Wait for me at the cottage.

Where are you going?

Cheer up, Watson!

Sea air, sunshine, patience,

all will be revealed.

Mr. Holmes!

Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Holmes, we are devil ridden, Mr. Holmes.

My poor parish is devil-ridden!

What has happened?

Dead about three hours I'd say.

Same symptoms exactly as Brenda Tregennis.

Limbs convulsed, fingers contorted

as though he died from a very paroxysm of fear.

That it should happen under my roof.

Has his bed been slept in?

Oh yes, most definitely.

Who opened this window?

My housekeeper,

she was the first into the room this morning.

Where is she now?

Oh she's taken to her bed with a severe headache,

no doubt.

Greatly affected by the shock.

I am most terribly sorry

to inconvenience you in this way.

I know you both came to these parts to rest but...

It isn't easy with Holmes around.

He likes nothing better than to sink his teeth

into a problem of this sort.

But two deaths,

Doctor Watson,

in the space of two days.

This is the work of the devil,

make no mistake.

Put your faith in the known and tangible,

Mr. Roundhay.

I trust nothing has been touched, sir?

No, everything's exactly as it was.

All right then.

I'll need a statement

from you and your housekeeper.

Master, I'm afraid she's still rather ill.

Check up stairs.

Who are these gentlemen?

Oh, Mr. Sherlock Holmes

and Doctor Watson from London.

I've heard of you Mr. Holmes.

I'd appreciate it if you would

leave this inquiry to the official police.

As you wish.

I do sir.

I'm sorry.

Would you direct the inspector's attention

towards the window upstairs

and the lamp on the table?

Each is suggestive.

Together they are almost conclusive.

Watson?

Good afternoon.

Good luck.

What on earth are you doing?

An experiment

to test a theory.

Isn't that the lamp that was in Tregennis' room?

Yes and no.

I see you bought an identical one.

I purchased it from

a delightful little shop in the village.

That's where you've been all afternoon.

There is a single point of resemblance

in the reports that we've heard.

Now this concerns of the effect

on the atmosphere of the room

upon those who first entered it.

First Doctor Richards

then Mrs. Porter.

And Roundhay's housekeeper

was taken ill this morning.

In each case

there is a combustion

going in the room.

In the first case, a fire.

In the second, a lamp.

Now the fire perhaps was necessary

but the lamp was lit

when it was already broad daylight.

The comparison of the oil consumed in this

and Tregennis' lamp proves that point.

But why?

Something was burned

producing an atmosphere

and causing a strange toxic affect.

In the first instance,

that of the Tregennis family,

a substance was placed in the fire

and the fire would carry the fumes,

to some extent, up the chimney.

Only Brenda Tregennis,

was closest to the fire,

was killed.

Her brothers were exhibiting that lunacy,

which is evidently the first effect of the drug.

The other case of course

the result was complete.

So it's a poison,

which works by combustion?

Yeah.

The obvious place to look

was the smoke-guard of the lamp

in Tregennis' room.

There, sure enough,

I perceived a number of flaky ashes

and round the edges a fringe of brownish powder,

which had not yet been consumed.

Half of it I took,

the other half I left for the police.

We will see

if we can reproduce the same effects

with our own lamp.

Oh no, Holmes, that's insane.

I cannot force you to stay

but I mean to have the answer.

Of course I shall stay.

I thought I knew my Watson.

Would you open the door please?

Now would you like to just sit there?

Are you ready?

You must stay clear Mr. Holmes

or be trampled underfoot.

Holmes!

Holmes!

Holmes!

Holmes, can you hear me?

For God's sake can you hear me?

Done!

Thank God your all right.

That was a stupid and dangerous thing to do.

We could have been killed.

It was an unjustifiable experiment

even for myself, doubly so for a friend.

But really I'm extremely sorry.

All the evidence points

to Tregennis being the criminal

in the first tragedy

and victim in the second.

Yes, if anyone else would have come in

the family would have certainly

risen from the table.

Then Tregennis' own death was suicide?

That will be Doctor Leon Sterndale.

Would you let him in, Watson?

Please come in, Doctor Sterndale.

Seems your expected.

I had your note about an hour ago.

But let me state directly,

I don't take kindly to being summoned by anybody.

I thought it better to discuss the matter here.

No risk of eavesdropping.

I fail to see, sir,

what you can have to speak about

which affects me personally

in the most intimate fashion.

The killing of Mortimer Tregennis.

I have lived so long among savages

and beyond the law

that I've got into the way

of being a law unto myself.

You would do well, Mr. Holmes,

to remember that,

for I have no desire to do you any injury.

Nor I you,

Doctor Sterndale.

But surely the clearest proof of it is that,

knowing what I know,

that I have sent for you

and not for the police.

If this is a bluff upon your part, sir,

you have chosen the wrong man for your experiment.

No, no, no the bluff is upon your side

not upon mine.

Now I will tell you the facts

upon which my conclusions are based.

Of your return from Plymouth,

allowing much of your property

to go out to Africa,

I shall say nothing except that it informed me

was that you were one of the factors,

which had to be taken into account

in reconstructing of this drama.

This telegram from the hotel

confirms what you told me.

Now when we last met

you asked me whom I suspected

and I refused to answer you.

Then you departed

but you didn't go home,

oh no Doctor Sterndale,

you went to the vicarage

and you waited there for some time.

How do you know that?

I followed you.

I saw no one.

That is what you may expect to see

when I follow you.

You spent a restless night.

You made certain plans

and then in the early hours

you proceeded to put them into action.

You returned to the vicarage.

Collected some distinctive red gravel

from the cliff path.

The house by now was daylight

but the inhabitants were not stirring.

You threw some of the red gravel

up at the window of Tregennis.

Sterndale.

I must speak with you urgently.

This hour?

The doors are locked.

The housekeeper has the keys.

It is of the utmost importance!

You entered through the sitting window.

You had an interview, a short one,

and you walked up and down the room.

He withdrew as you had come.

You wearing the same pair

of studied walking shoes,

which at the present moment

are upon your feet

and Mortimer Tregennis was dead.

The ring you gave Brenda Tregennis.

Yes.

Yes.

Brenda Tregennis.

For years I loved her.

For years she loved me.

There is the secret of the Cornish seclusion,

which people so marveled at.

It brought me close to

the one person on this earth

who was dear to me.

I couldn't marry her,

for I had a wife who left me for whom,

by the deplorable laws of England,

I could not divorce.

For years Brenda waited.

For years I waited.

And this is what we waited for.

Roundhay knew.

He was in our confidence,

hence his telegram to me at Plymouth.

What was my baggage or Africa to me

when I learned that such a fate

had befallen my darling?

There you have the missing clue

to my actions, Mr. Holmes.

I understand that you sir,

are a doctor of medicine?

Have you ever heard of 'Radix pedis diaboli'?

Devils foot root.

No I can't say that I have.

Well there's no reflection

upon your professional knowledge

for I believe that,

save for one sample in a laboratory at Buda,

there is no other specimen in Europe.

It is used as an ordeal poison

by the medicine men

in certain districts of West Africa

and it is kept as a secret by them.

You already know so much, Mr. Holmes;

it is clearly to my interest

that you should know all.

I have already explained

the relationship in which I stood

to the Tregennis family.

There had been quarrel about money,

which estranged this man Mortimer,

a sly, subtle, scheming man,

but for Brenda's sake

I was friendly with her brother.

Then one day a few weeks ago

he came to my cottage

and I showed him some of my African curiosities.

Among other things,

I exhibited the Devil's foot.

Poison you say?

Fascinating.

You wouldn't think so if you were to try it.

The smallest amount could be fatal.

In this powder form

it reacts instantaneously when burned.

It stimulates those brain centers,

which control the emotion of fear.

Madness or death

is the fate of the unfortunate native

who is subjected to the ordeal

by the priest of his tribe.

Can it be detected?

Not by European science.

A few days later

my cottage was broken into

but since nothing seemed to have been taken

I gave the matter no heed

until Mr. Roundhay's telegram

arrived at Plymouth.

This villain, Mortimer,

had thought that I would be at sea

before news reached me,

and that I should be lost for years in Africa.

But of course I returned immediately

and I could not hear the details

without being assured

that it was my poison,

which had been used,

and that Mortimer Tregennis himself

was the murderer.

My sole cried out for revenge.

You murdered her!

For money you murdered your own sister.

You can't prove that.

No jury in the land will believe you.

I'm my own jury, Mr. Tregennis.

Judge, jury and executioner.

I lit the lamp.

I put the powder above it.

In five minutes he died.

My God!

How he died!

But my heart was flint,

for he endured nothing

which my innocent darling

had not suffered before him.

You can take what steps you like, Mr. Holmes.

But there can be no man living

who fears death less than I do now.

What where your plans?

I was intending to bury myself in Central Africa.

My work there is but half done.

Go and do the other half.

I, for one, am not prepared to stop you.

God bless you,

both of you.

Not for the first time, Holmes,

you presume to take the law into your hands.

I have never loved

but if I did

and if the woman I had loved

had met with such an end

I might act even as our

lawless lion-hunter has done.

Wouldn't you?

Yes, I suppose so

but that's not the point.

The point is why should I do the work

of the official police?

And as your very fond of telling me,

I'm on holiday!

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