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Good evening, Mr. West.

Third-class London Bridge.

Single or return?

Oh, it doesn't matter, single.

Quickly,

quickly.

He's dead,

must have fallen from the train.

Yeah, look at his head.

You run back to the station

and tell'em what happened,

I'll stay here.

It's a real pea souper

Nothing in the paper, Watson?

No.

There's another revolution in South America,

possible war in Africa,

nothing of interest to you.

The London Criminal is certainly a dull fellow.

A thief or a murderer could roam London

on a day like this

as the tiger does the jungle,

unseen until he pounces,

and then evident only to his victim.

There are numerous petty thefts.

(Snort)

Well, this great and somber stage

is set for something more worthy than that.

It is fortunate for the community

that I am not a criminal.

It is indeed.

It is well they don't have days of fog

in the Latin countries,

the countries of assassination.

For you, Mr. Holmes.

Thank you.

Mr. Holmes...

Yes, I know.

Your...

I apologize for the state of my room.

Well, well, what next?

My brother Mycroft is coming around.

Oh, why not.

Why not?

As if you met a tram-car

coming down a country lane.

Mycroft has his lines and he runs on them.

Now, his Pall Mall Lodgings,

the Diogenes Club, Whitehall...

that's his cycle.

Once and only once has he ever been here.

I mean what upheaval

can possibly have derailed him?

Must see you over Cadogan West.

Coming at once.

Mycroft.

I've heard the name.

That recalls nothing to my mind.

Mycroft breaking out of this erratic fashion,

It's extraordinary.

Watson, you do know what Mycroft is.

I seem to remember about the time,

of the affair of the Greek interpreter.

You told me that he had some small office

under the British government.

He wasn't doing quite so well in those days.

His position is unique.

He's made it for himself.

There's never been anything like it before

nor will be again.

He is the tidiest and most orderly brain

with the greatest capacity for storing facts

of any man living.

The conclusions of every government department

that passed through him.

He is the central exchange

which makes out the balance.

All other men are specialists.

His specialism is omniscience.

Time and time again

Mycroft's word has decided national policy.

Then Jupiter himself.

Is descending upon us today.

Yes, indeed.

No trace of Cadogan West.

I have it, yes.

Cadogan West,

Cadogan West was the young man

who was found dead on the underground

on Tuesday morning.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.

It was a featureless case as I remember,

young man killed falling from a moving train,

no robbery, no violence.

Watson, Brother Mycroft.

That looks like our old friend

Inspector Bradstreet.

Why should he bring a policeman with him?

Ah, here we are.

Cadogan West,

Clerk at the Woolwich Arsenal, 27, unmarried.

Government employee.

Behold a link with my brother Mycroft.

Mycroft.

Ah, Dr...

Watson.

Watson.

You know Bradstreet.

Holmes, Dr. Watson.

Cadogan West,

the most annoying business, Sherlock.

I extremely dislike altering my habits

with the powers that be would broke no denial.

In the present state of Siam

it's most awkward I should be away from the office

but it is a real crisis Sherlock.

I've never seen the Prime Minister so upset

and as to the Admiralty,

buzzing like an overturned beehive.

Do sit down Bradstreet.

Well, there's nothing unusual

reported in the newspapers.

I should hope not.

The wretched youth, had the plans

of the Bruce Partington submarine

in his pocket.

Well, you must have heard of it.

Only by name.

Its importance can hardly be exaggerated.

It has been the most closely guarded

of all government secrets.

You may take it from me that navel warfare

becomes impossible within the radius

of a Bruce Partington operation.

So, what sort of plans

are we talking about?

Extremely intricate ones, Sherlock.

Some 30 different pages,

each one essential to the working of the whole.

Where are the plans normally kept?

In an elaborate safe

in a confidential office

adjoining the arsenal of Woolwich

with burglar proof doors and windows.

If the chief instructor of the Navy himself

desired to consult the plans,

he would have to go to Woolwich to do so.

To think they should turn up in the pocket

of a dead Junior Clerk

in the heart of London is simply awful.

Have you recovered the papers?

No, Sherlock, no.

That's the pinch.

We have not.

Some ten papers were taken from Woolwich.

Only seven were found

in the pocket of Cadogan West.

The other three are

missing, gone, vanished, stolen.

You must drop everything, Sherlock.

Never mind your usual petty puzzles

of the police courts.

This is a real international crisis

that you have to solve.

Well, there are some points of interest

in the case I suppose.

I'll be pleased to look into it.

Ah.

Bradstreet, now, who held the keys to that safe?

There are two sets of keys.

Sir James Walter holds one set.

He is the actual official guardian of the papers.

A man grown gray in the service of the State,

a favored guest in the most exalted houses.

His patriotism is above suspicion.

And the other keys?

A Mr. Sidney Johnson,

a Senior Clerk and Draughtsman.

A silent morose man,

not popular but a hard worker.

His wife corroborates

his account of the matter.

He was at home the whole of Monday night

and the keys never left the watch-chain

upon which they hang.

What sort of fellow was this man West?

Hot-headed, rather impetuous,

his duties brought him

into daily contact with the plans.

Who locked them up that night?

Johnson, the Senior Clerk.

But yet they were found on the person

of the Junior Clerk.

Well, I mean that sounds final, does it not?

Yeah, but why would he take them?

Reason why he should take them

up to London except to sell them.

Nope.

Then we must take that

as our working hypothesis.

West, could he have done this

with false keys?

He opens the safe, takes out the papers,

goes off to London to see a foreign agent.

He has to have'em back before morning

or the loss will be discovered.

He took away ten.

Seven were in his pocket.

What became of the other three?

He certainly wouldn't leave

them of his own free will.

It all seems perfectly clear to me.

As you say, Mr. Holmes,

West stole the plans in order to sell them.

He met the agent

but they could not agree as to a price.

So West returned home again

but the agent followed him.

In the train the agent murdered him,

took the more, essential papers,

and threw the body from the railway carriage.

Now, that would explain everything, would it not?

It's good,

that's very good, Bradstreet.

Your theory holds together.

But if this is true then the case is at an end.

On the one hand the traitor is dead,

on the other

the plans of the Bruce Partington submarine

are presumably somewhere on the continent.

I mean what is there for me to do?

To act Sherlock,

to act.

All my instincts are against this explanation

and yours too, I think.

We are not brothers for nothing.

Use your powers.

Go to the scene.

Question the people concerned.

Leave no stone unturned.

In all of your career

you'll never have a greater chance

of serving your country.

If you on your part

will be kind enough to send me a complete list

of foreign spies and international agents

known to be in England

and their full address.

And then we on our part

can begin our investigation

by a visit to Longhead Station

Bradstreet.

Watson,

Mrs. Hudson, we're leaving.

When was the body found?

Near enough to six o'clock, sir,

Tuesday morning.

He must have fallen from the train

some time Monday night.

Have the carriages been examined

for any signs of violence?

No such trace of violence had been found.

No report of a door found open?

We can tell the approximate time

that he entered the train from his ticket.

There was no ticket on the body.

That is really very singular.

Then in my experience it's not possible

to reach the platform of the Metropolitan Line

without exhibiting one's ticket, is that not so?

Quite correct, sir.

Surely, the murderer would have removed the ticket

before throwing West from the train

so as not to reveal the name of the station

nearest his place of residents.

I think the doctor has it.

What else did he have in his possession

besides the fabled papers and no ticket?

Usual things,

pocketbook, notecase, checkbook.

Oh, and two tickets for the Dress Circle

of the Woolwich Theater

for that very evening.

It appears that West was to have attended

the performance in the accompany of his fianc�e,

Ms. Violet Westbury.

Hmm.

She was the last person to see him alive

on that fatal night.

They were walking to the theater together

in the park when he suddenly left her.

Suddenly without explanation.

There appears to be no bleeding on the line?

Well, there was hardly any trace

of blood to be found.

As I gather

there was a considerable wound

consistent with a man falling from a moving train.

Well, it was a terrible thing to see.

Said the head was knocked right in

and the bone crushed.

And yet, there was no great external injury.

Well, I would expect some blood.

So the line runs northeast.

Yes, the track divides here sir,

and there's a branch line goes south under the river

to Rotherhive and New Cross.

The point.

The point

I suppose there are no great number

of points in the system such as this?

There are very few, sir.

Points,

and a curve,

oh by Jove, If it were only so.

What is it?

Holmes, do you have a clue?

Well, it's an idea Bradstreet,

an indication no more.

But the case certainly grows in interest

It's unique,

Perfectly unique.

And yet why not?

Cab!

There is material here, Watson,

there is scope.

I was dull indeed not to see it's possibilities.

Well I confess it's dull to me.

And to me also,

but I now have a hold of an idea

which may lead us far.

Now I think, Sir James,

the guardian of the plans

claims our first attention.

Mumstead Hall.

Well, Holmes?

Your idea?

Oh, yes.

The man West was killed

not by falling

or being thrown from a moving train.

He met his death elsewhere

and his body was on the roof of the carriage.

On the roof?

Well, consider the facts.

Is it a coincidence that the body was found

in the very place

where the train brakes and sways

as it comes round on the points?

The sudden slowing

would affect no object inside the carriage

but an object such as a body on the roof.

And there's the question of the blood.

Of course, there was no bleeding on the line

if the body bled elsewhere.

Each fact is suggestive in itself.

Together they have a cumulative force.

Yes, and the ticket too.

That would explain

the absence of the ticket.

Watson, it all fits together.

Please wait.

Come in please gentlemen.

We were expecting you.

Ah, gentlemen.

Thank you Baines.

Thank you, sir.

If you follow me

the body is upstairs.

But wait, one moment.

Are you not the undertakers?

Excuse me, Sir James.

Uh, I am Dr. Watson and, um,

this is Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Good heavens.

We are helping the authorities

in the case of the missing papers.

My brother, Sir James Walter,

died this morning.

I am Colonel Valentine Walter.

Please gentlemen, come here.

We are very sorry, sir.

Thank you.

I'm afraid it has been a great shock.

May I ask

how did your brother die?

It was this horrible scandal.

My brother is...

my brother was a man

of very sensitive honor.

He was fiercely proud

of the efficiency of his department.

The theft of the plans was a crushing blow.

It broke his heart.

We were hoping Sir James

might have been able to help.

I assure you

it was as much a mystery to him

as it to all of us.

Naturally he had no doubt that West was guilty

but why he should have done such a thing.

Now, of course, we shall never know.

So, you can turn a light on the matter?

Me?

I'm afraid I know nothing

say what I've read or heard.

And you never meet Cadogan West?

No.

No, I have not been back in the country long.

My brother's work was of a

very highly-confidential nature.

He did not discuss it with me.

Gentlemen, I do not wish to discourteous

but we are much disturbed at present.

I must ask you to hasten this interview to an end.

Yes, we're sorry

to have caused you so much trouble.

That's an unexpected development.

Heart failure.

Or suicide.

Now for Miss. Westbury.

Is that the dead man's fiancee?

Yes.

I cannot explain it, Mr. Holmes.

I haven't closed my eyes since the tragedy

thinking and thinking and thinking

what the true meaning of it can be.

Do sit down.

Arthur was the most single-minded,

chivalrous, patriotic man on earth.

He would have cut off his right-hand

rather than sell a State secret

confided to his keeping.

It's absurd, impossible, preposterous

to anyone who knew him.

The facts Ms. Westbury.

Was he want of money?

No.

His needs were very simple

and his salary was sufficient.

He'd saved a few hundreds

and we were to marry at the new year.

Was there any sign of mental excitement?

Come, Ms. Westbury,

be absolutely frank with us.

I had a feeling

there was something on his mind.

How long?

Only the last week or two.

Once I asked him about it.

It is too serious to speak about

even to you he said.

Go on, Ms. Westbury

even if it seems to turn against him.

We cannot say where it might lead us.

He spoke one evening about a,

a secret.

I think he said that no doubt

foreign spies would pay a great deal to have it.

He said that we were slack about such matters

and it would be easy for a traitor

to get hold of the plans.

Oh, Mr. Holmes,

if you could only,

only save his honor.

It was so much to him.

I'll do what I can.

Now, please tell us about that last evening.

It was Monday night

and we were to go to the theater.

Violet,

I'm afraid I've got to leave you.

Leave me?

It's very, very important.

I'm sorry.

You better go home.

Go home immediately, please.

It was just here, Mr. Holmes.

And he disappeared without any explanation?

Yes.

You are sure this is the exact spot?

Yes.

We often used to meet here

when we were courting.

You see that's the building

where he used to work.

Oh.

That was the last time I saw him.

Watson will you be so kind

as to take Miss Westbury home in a cab.

It's bad, it's really bad

Of course, Mr. Jones.

The whole place is disorganized.

West dead,

the Chief dead,

our papers stolen.

And yet,

when I closed this office on Monday evening

we were as efficient as any in the service.

What hour was the office closed on Monday?

At 5:00.

Did you close it?

I'm always the last man out.

Is there a night watchman to the building?

There is.

He has other departments to look after as well.

He's an old soldier.

A most trustworthy man.

He didn't see anything that evening.

Thank you.

When you closed the office

where were the plans?

In that safe.

I put them there myself.

If Cadogan West

was to enter the office after hours,

he would need three keys, would he not,

before he could reach these papers.

Yes, a key to the outer door,

a key to the office,

and a key of the safe.

And only you and Sir James Walter

had those keys.

Yes, indeed.

Sir James kept all three keys on one ring.

They never left him.

And, of course,

your keys left your possession.

Never.

Sir, Cadogan West is the culprit.

He must have had duplicates.

Oh, he's the culprit all right.

It's dreadful to think that West of all people

should have done such a thing.

You're sure of his guilt?

I see no other way.

He was getting married,

he wanted the money.

Oh yes, he's your man.

Mr. Johnson,

if someone desired to sell the plans

surely it would be easier to make copies

than to take the originals.

It would need considerable

technical knowledge.

May I see these?

And, of course,

you and West and Sir James Walter

have that knowledge.

That may be so,

but don't try to drag me into this matter,

Mr. Holmes.

The plans were found on West.

Well, it is certainly singular

that he should risk taking the originals

when he could have safely taken copies.

Perhaps it was a matter of time.

Oh, yes, time.

Now, three plans are missing I understand,

they are the vital ones.

That is so.

Now, someone holding those three papers,

I mean, could they construct

the Bruce Partington Submarine?

I told the Admiralty that I thought it was possible

but today I'm not so sure.

These all important double-valves

with the automatic self-adjusting slots

are drawn only on this plan

which has been returned.

Would you be so kind

as to close those window shutters

exactly as they were on Monday night.

Window shutters, certainly.

Thank you so much.

Yes.

I think I'll take a little stroll outside.

Oh, please don't trouble yourself.

I can find my own way.

Would you please wait.

Holmes.

Watson.

Look at this.

The bushes have been broken.

Now look at the windows behind me.

The shutters don't meet in the center.

As you say, don't meet.

Interesting, don't you think?

8:15, the London Bridge.

You definitely recognize him as Cadogan West?

Oh, yes, definitely.

I knew him well, sir.

He was an old acquaintance.

Hardly a week went by

that we didn't pass the time of day together.

It's hard to believe, isn't it?

Yeah,

I was saying to the wife early on Sunday night,

no, I'm a liar, it was Saturday.

I said there is no safer railway

than the London Metropolitan.

Did Mr. West seem to be following anyone?

Not that I saw, Mr. Holmes,

but then I don't see everything.

There was really thick fog that night.

But one thing I will say

Mr. West wasn't his usual self.

He was nervous, excited.

I tell you this gentleman,

his hand was shaking so bad.

I had to open up his change.

Well, I mean that speaks for itself.

Our train.

Forgive us.

Come Watson.

Come in.

Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Holmes.

Yes.

Whilst you were away

a message came for you from the government.

From the government?

A official gentlemen

in a special carriage.

He said I wasn't to let this out of my sight

until I placed it into your own hands.

Mrs. Hudson,

you are a most faithful watchdog.

It's from my brother Mycroft.

He writes like a drunken crab.

You better read it.

Doctors are more used to hieroglyphics

than normal human beings.

Oh, can't read the first bit.

Something about small find,

very big affair.

Ah, here we are.

Only men were considering

Adolph Mayer,

13 George Street

doubt it's him, it's not his style

Oh, Mrs. Hudson.

Louis,

Louis La Rothiere

of Campden Mansion,

Notting Hill.

And that's another old friend.

Mrs. Hudson, your in the way.

I'm sorry sir but I only have one pair of hands

Please disappear.

Ah, Hugo Oberstein,

13 Coffield Gardens, Kensington.

Uh, known to be in town on Monday.

Now reported to have left.

The Cabinet awaits your final report

with the utmost anxiety.

The whole force of the State is at your back

if you should need it.

Mycroft.

All the queens' horses and all the queens' men

cannot avail us in this matter.

Coffield Gardens.

Well, well.

What have you found?

Things are turning a little in our direction.

Now I really believe

we're going to pull it off after all.

I'm going out.

When will you be back?

I have no idea but I promise I will

do nothing serious without my trusty comrade

and biographer at my elbow.

He wants me to meet him in a restaurant

off of Gloster Road.

I just hope you'll be careful

that's all.

You're not as young as you were.

You know what Mr. Holmes is like

once he gets the bit between his teeth.

I do indeed.

Goodnight Mrs. Hudson.

Goodnight doctor.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Have you the tools.

Have you had something to eat?

Yes, indeed.

Then have a coffee or a curacao.

Senor Gardeni,

a coffee and a curacao please, for my friend.

Try one of the proprietor cigars.

They're nothing like as poisonous

as one would expect.

Oh, thank you.

Now,

for our plan of action.

It was evident to you Watson

that the body was placed

on the roof of the carriage.

Or dropped from a bridge.

No, that's impossible, placed.

The carriage roofs are rounded with no rails.

But how could he be placed there?

In some areas

the London underground

runs clear of tunnels

and past the backs of houses.

When I found

that a leading international agent

lived in just such a house.

I was so pleased that you were a little astonished

at my sudden [unintelligible].

Hugo Oberstein

13, Coffield Gardens, of course.

Exactly.

I was able to satisfy myself that not only

do the backstairs windows open over the line

but the bowing to the intersection

of the Richmond and Wyndam lines

were the Circle Line.

Near Gloster road Station.

The trains are frequently held motionless

at that very spot.

That's splendid.

You got it.

There house appears to be unoccupied.

Oberstein obviously has gone abroad

to dispose of his booty

has no reason to fear a warrant.

And to spot an amateur burglary

would never occur to him

but that is precisely what we're about to do.

Why, for what purpose?

We cannot tell what correspondence

they may have.

No, I don't like it, Holmes.

You can keep watch.

I'll do the criminal part.

This is no time to stick to trifles.

Think of the Admiralty, think of the cabinet.

Think of the exalted person

herself who [unintelligible].

We're bound to go.

I knew you wouldn't shrink at the last.

Serious proposition,

locked and bolted.

We may do better down there

Ah, this is better.

Holmes.

Don't touch this.

Look where they've rested the body.

Blood.

Blood again.

Well, what do you think of that?

Masterpiece.

You've never risen to a greater height.

No, I cannot agree with you.

The moment I conceived the idea of the body

on the roof of the train

the rest was inevitable.

Hmm, fresh blotting paper.

He's covered his tracks.

Holmes.

Means nothing.

Seems to have been burning old newspapers.

I say Holmes

Yes.

Why would a man so obviously

untidy of his habits

take the trouble to burn old newspapers?

Probably trying to start a fire.

Yeah, but there's no, no wood or coal.

Let me see.

Ha.

What is it?

Well done, well done.

Indeed, I think we have our man.

Would you look in the agony column

of the two remaining copies of The Daily Telegraph.

I think you will find a message from someone

calling himself Piero.

Piero, Piero, Piero.

Ah, here we are.

Hope to hear soon the terms agreed

but must have full report.

Matter pressing signed Piero.

Yes, by Jove.

Monday night after 9:00, two taps, only on sills,

payment in hard cash when goods delivered,

signed Piero just like the other one.

Every paper has a message

from someone calling himself Piero.

It's an odd name

for the villain like Oberstein to use.

If only we could get the man

at the other end.

Watson, quickly,

we haven't a moment to loose.

Bring the papers.

Where we going?

The offices of the Daily Telegraph

Splendid job, splendid.

I always said

you'd the make best cat burglar in London

if you put your mind to it.

Can't do these things on the force, Mr. Holmes.

No wonder you get results that are beyond us.

Some of these days you'll go too far

and you and your friend

will find yourselves in trouble.

England home and duty, Watson.

Motto and the oath of our country.

The agony column of The Daily Telegraph.

What use would you make of those?

Have you seen the advertisement

from Piero today?

Tonight, same hour, same place,

two taps, most vitally important,

your own safety at sake, signed Piero.

By George,

if he answers that we've got him.

Wake up.

He's here.

You can write me down as an ass, Watson.

This is not the bird I was expecting.

Who is he?

Colonel Valentine Walter,

Sir James' younger brother.

I'm beginning to see how the cards fall now.

What is this?

I came here to visit Mr. Oberstein.

I know you, surely...

Sherlock Holmes.

Everything is known, Colonel.

How an English gentlemen

could behave in such a manner

is beyond comprehension.

We know of your relations

and correspondence with Oberstein.

You stole your brothers' keys

and had them duplicated.

We knew you went to Admiralty Office

on Monday night

and was seen by Cadogan West.

Being the good citizen that he was.

He followed you closely in the fog

halfway across London

until you reached this very house.

It was then Colonel Walter that to treason

you added the terrible crime of murder.

I did not.

I did not before God.

I swear I did not.

Then tell us how Arthur Cadogan West

met his end before you placed his body

on the roof of the railway carriage?

He followed me as you described

but until I was at the very door of this house

I did not know it.

What are you gonna do with those papers?

He hit his head

on the marble floor.

He was dead in a matter of minutes.

It was Oberstein's idea

to stuff the less important plans

in West's pocket

and put him on the roof of the train.

What made you turn traitor, Colonel?

A stock exchange debt had to be paid.

I needed the money badly.

Oberstein offered me five thousand.

It was to save myself from ruin and disgrace.

My brother used to discuss matters with me

which he probably should not have done.

This submarine, for instance.

How could he ever guess

his own brother would betray him?

That was the worst of all.

He suspected me.

I know he did.

I read it in his eyes.

And after this West business

he never held up his head again.

Can you not make reparation, hmmm,

to ease your conscious

and possibly your punishment?

What reparation can I make?

Where is Oberstein with the papers?

I do not know.

He said that letters to the Hotel Delu in Paris

would reach him.

Ah, well then it is possible

for you to help us.

Come and sit down

and write my dictation.

Dear sir,

in regard to our transaction

you have now observed

that one essential detail is missing

but I have a tracing

that will make it complete.

Is that true, Sherlock?

Quite true.

What essential detail is missing?

The double-valves,

the automatic self-adjusting slots.

Good heavens.

How on earth did you know that?

I've become quite a submarine expert

brother of mine.

Now Colonel,

what would be your terms?

I must ask you for a further 500 pounds,

English notes please.

I should expect to meet you...

well, we can hardly say here

or Oberstein will suspect a trap.

The foyer of the

Charring Cross Hotel.

Its proximity to the railway station

renders it extremely popular

amongst the international spy fraternity.

Did you get that Colonel?

Noon, Saturday next.

I should be very surprised

if that does not flush our man out.

That's our man.

Splendid Bradstreet.

But our traitor has flown.

What a damn cheat of a fellow

Goodbye, gentlemen.

I'm keeping him on a long lead.

There's an R in the month

and the Diogenes Club

has the most excellent oysters.

I should like both you gentlemen to be my guests.

Come along, Sherlock.

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