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Watson,

what is the medical term for an obsession?

I feel you see,

that I must lay to rest a ghost

which has haunted me for some time.

I shall be away for several weeks

in the highlands.

Meanwhile, your patience might be encouraged

by seeing you more often in your consulting room.

What about Baker Street?

Poste Restante, Diogenes Club,

and the regulars, you know my methods.

I shall be watching you

with my third eye.

One hundred and ten carats, sir.

Bigger than the Hope diamond,

bigger even than the Koh-l-Noor.

No wonder the froggies are anxious to get it back.

Closing in 10 minutes, sir.

Gerald!

This is my sister Agnes.

Do you not perceive

a strong family resemblance between us?

It's the bone structure.

Peculiar to the Garridebs

be they male or female don't you know?

And this is Emily.

We're descended from good Anglo-Saxon stock.

Ancient blood courses through our veins.

I'm relieved to hear it,

oh, do, please do sit down.

Did you say Garrideb?

Doctor, I'm not in the habit of repeating myself.

She's not in the habit of repeating herself.

I've just said that, Agnes dear.

My sister is a little hard of hearing, don't you know?

One of my university lectures

was called Garrideb.

He remembers you, Dr. Watson.

You're related?

He is our brother, Nathan

and the only reason for our presence here today.

He's ill?

Not inordinate.

No.

Well, are either of you ladies ill?

Ah, not inordinately.

Not of any sort.

My sister and I have followed a strict regime

of clean, healthy living

since we were young girls.

My father wouldn't allow it.

And we insist that all our gentlemen do the same.

Your gentlemen?

Our gentlemen tenants, Dr. Watson.

Oh, I see you rent rooms?

Not to anybody, you understand?

My sister and I are most particular

about who we have under our roof,

isn't that so, Emily?

I don't quite follow,

if no one is ill,

why do you come to see me?

I thought that was obvious, Doctor.

We have a case for Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Mycroft, wake up.

Cantlemere?

We don't often see you here at the Diogenes.

Have you spoken to your brother as requested?

Alas, no.

Well, I don't need to remind you

from whence the request came.

It is the Prime Minister's personal wish

that your brother should employ his detective skills,

find the Mazarin diamond

and return it to White Hall without delay.

I'm rather afraid Sherlock's unavailable

at the present time.

Unavailable?

Inconvenient I know,

but he's engaged in another case

up in the highlands,

don't expect to be back for about a week.

Not good enough Mycroft,

you really must try

and keep your brother on a shorter leash.

Do you know the history of the Mazarin Diamond?

Yes, of course I do,

it was named after

Cardinal Jules Mazarin,

a Chief Minister

during the reign of Louis the XIV,

it belongs now to Majesty of the Queen.

Yes, but it is soon to be returned to France

where it belongs as a goodwill gesture

on the part of the British people

and I think you'll agree that such a gesture

can only help to cement

the relationship between our two countries.

To go back on our word now

could spell diplomatic disaster.

The Prime Minister has asked that your brother

investigate this case

and Mr. Holmes has

never, ever let him down.

My dear Horatio,

if Sherlock were here,

I'm sure he'd be

more than delighted to assist.

At least, I think he would.

But he's not here you see,

so he can't,

but I could,

illuminate me.

He came to the house yesterday.

Who did?

The American.

An American came to your house

to visit your brother

and offered him a large sum of money?

Five million dollars.

Five million dollars?

Fifteen million dollars

to be divided between three people.

With the same name, Garrideb.

But only male Garridebs can share the fortune.

Like my brother.

And the American.

But it's as plain as a pikestaff, Doctor.

(knock on door)

He's not a real Garrideb at all.

Oh, he says he is

but we know otherwise, don't we, Emily.

You do, how?

Bone structure.

He simply doesn't have it.

No.

Of course.

Bone structure.

Whoever it is,

the man's an absolute cad.

Mycroft, think of the country.

Imagine if the Mazarin Diamond was never found.

Or turns up again

in a variety of different shapes.

Now, ladies, if you'll excuse me

there are patients waiting to be seen.

Here is our card, Doctor.

You will speak on our behalf,

won't you, Doctor, please?

I'll do what I can.

Five million dollars,

thank you for listening, Doctor.

Come along, Agnes.

He's not as intelligent as I thought he'd be.

The name Garrideb

will almost certainly mean nothing to you

but I feel I should relay the particulars

of a most extraordinary tale.

How long had the diamond been exhibited

before its theft?

Nearly 10 years.

Inside the same glass case?

Yes, as far as we know.

Has this lock ever been changed?

The whole gate would have to be replaced, Mr. Holmes,

nothing was left to chance.

Inspector, whoever took the diamond

was able to walk in here

without any apparent difficulty

since there were no marks or scratches on the lock

to suggest it was forced,

we may safely conclude

the thief had a key.

Once inside,

it would've been the work of a moment

to smash the case

and remove the stone.

I gather you were unconscious at the time of the theft,

is that correct?

That's right, sir.

So?

Well, I was just seeing out the last of the public

and getting ready to lock up for the night

when he came at me.

You saw him?

No, sir,

before I could turn around

he clobbered me and I went down.

You seem confident

that your attacker was a male

who acted alone.

Oh, I suppose so, sir,

although I couldn't swear to it.

As far as I knew

the Count had gone

and the museum was empty.

The Count?

The Count Sylvius

was the last member of the public

to leave the building before the attack happened.

Count Negreto Sylvius

We've spoken to him,

he remembers seeing nothing untoward.

He would.

And the Commissioner himself

has asked me not to pursue that line of inquiry.

Count was lucky, sir.

If he strayed any longer,

he might've got clobbered as well.

Here he is Nathan.

Oh, dear.

Oh, he hasn't has he?

Yes, he has.

Young Watkins,

nice to see you after all these years.

Pay no regard, Doctor.

Well, sit you down, sit you down, young Watkins.

A species of the family, vespertilionidae.

I found him in a subterranean cavern

in my travels in Sofala in Southeast Africa

in my younger days.

I don't get out much now of course

hands and legs aren't what they were.

Nathan,

Dr. Watson is acting for Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

He's come to talk about the other Mr. Garrideb,

not your hands and legs.

Oh, there it is,

tell him what the American told us.

Our visitor started by explaining

that anyone from Kansas

in the United States of America

would recognize the name

Alexander Hamilton Garrideb.

He had no kith nor kin

but he took a kind of pride

in the queerness of the name

and that's what brought us together.

One day I had a visit from the old man.

He was tickled to death

to find someone else with the same name

and dead set on finding out

if there were any other Garridebs in the world

so he asked me to find him another.

I said I was a busy man

and couldn't spend my life

hiking around the world

in search of other Garridebs.

But when he died

about a year later

he left behind the queerest will

ever filed in the state of Kansas.

His property was divided into three parts

of which I was to have one,

on condition

that I found two Garridebs

who would share the remainder,

five million dollars each if it's a cent.

But we can't lay a finger on it

until we all three stand in a row.

I don't believe a word of it.

Sir, there isn't one

in the whole of the United States.

I went through it with a fine-tooth comb

and never a Garrideb could I catch.

Then I decided to try the old country

and sure enough,

there was your name

in the London telephone directory,

Three adult men sir.

That's what it specified

in Alexander Hamilton Garrideb's will.

Two down,

one to go,

five million dollars,

hallelujah.

Unparalleled good fortune.

Female relatives are disqualified,

surely there must be

some other Garridebs in the world.

What do you think?

Well, do you believe this man's story, Mr. Garrideb?

Oh, without a doubt,

he had an honest face.

Oh, really,

the man's a rogue.

Your sisters think otherwise.

Emily and Agnes are inclined

to read too much romantic fiction

and inclined to find shadows

where there should only be light.

Nonsense.

Well thank you for explaining Mr. Garrideb.

It's been a great pleasure to see you again, sir.

Nathan, oh you're so...

Well you'll just have to draw your own conclusions.

If as seems probable

this American Garrideb is a rogue

then you may already have seen the last of him

but please, please let me know

if there are any further developments.

Oh, we shall.

Goodbye, sir.

Good day, to you then, young Watkins.

Poppycock and balderdash.

Just think what I could do

with five million dollars,

I've got the nucleus

of a national collection.

I shall be the Harris Sloan of my age.

Mycroft, Holmes,

well, well,

first the police

and now you.

You've come to find where I am hiding the Mazarin stone?

I didn't expect a confession, Count.

Then you won't be disappointed.

Please, if you wish.

Be careful,

it's a hair trigger.

They were a gift

from the Princess of Wales.

Such balance,

such workmanship.

A beautiful thing,

it's strangely in the wrong hand.

Yes, she is extraordinarily beautiful.

She?

The diamond.

Oh.

I must say I'm surprised no one has been tempted

to steal her away from Whitehall before.

I'm sure the temptation was there, Count.

All that was lacking was audacity and opportunity.

Ah, audacity and opportunity

and motive.

Avariciousness and greed are motives, Count,

I'm sure you're familiar with them.

The police are satisfied

that I was away from the building

when the theft occurred.

Que sera sera.

I'm following my own line of inquiry

as my brother did with Miss Minny Warrendove

when she accused you

of stealing her jewels.

My conscience is clear.

Our past is an unresolved dual Mycroft.

You may hold some personal grievance against me

but that gives you no right

to sully my good name and reputation.

This is between us, Count,

you and me.

Oh do forgive me,

it's a hair trigger.

Should I wait?

No, no that won't be necessary.

Very well then.

Walk on.

My dear Holmes,

I agree that five million dollars

is an impossibly generous offer.

For the sake of my old tutor,

I hope it doesn't prove to be false.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Doctor,

there's a Mr. Garrideb to see you.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson,

show him in.

Forgive me, I was expecting someone else.

Mr. Nathan Garrideb I suppose.

You must be, Dr. Watkins.

Close.

What can I do for you Mr. Garrideb?

For a start you can stop interfering in matters

that don't rightly concern you.

I'm sorry.

I saw the old man and his sisters today

and they told me

you were acting on behalf of Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

That's no reflection on you, Mr. Garrideb.

Mr. Holmes and I have means of getting information,

which is not normally available to the public.

I don't want the police

butting into a private matter.

But surely the sooner we find

a third male Garrideb

the better for all concerned.

Well, that puts it different.

If you're content to help us find the third man,

well, I can't see any harm in that.

I hope I put your mind at rest, Mr. Garrideb.

John Garrideb,

I'm sorry if I was

a bit short with you back there, Dr. Watkins?

Watson, it's quite all right.

I'm fairly new to this country

and haven't gotten used to your English ways yet.

I guess I must seem impatient

to a man like yourself,

urbane and unsophisticated.

Good luck with your search, Mr. Garrideb,

I'll be in touch

if I discover anything useful.

Much obliged, Doctor,

much obliged.

John Garrideb has an English coat

frayed at the elbow and trousers,

bagged at the knees with at least a year's wear.

Despite what he says

I'll wager that he hasn't just arrived in this country.

You would hardly refuse to trade

with someone who possessed a diamond

of exceptional quality?

That depends Mr. Mycroft.

Oh, on what?

The providence of the diamond of course.

Oh.

It's legality.

Even if it were brought to you

by a respectable member of society?

Her majesty could offer me the crown jewels

and I'd still refuse to do business with her.

Um-huh.

Strange to think

that pieces of crystallized carbon

could be the cause of

such great human happiness and tragedy.

Some things are better said in private, Mr. Mycroft.

You do understand?

I think we understand each other,

you have a reputable business,

you can't afford to make mistakes.

Lakhime.

You were offered a diamond?

Yes.

I was interested of course,

he was willing to pay a lot of money.

Who was?

Tell me.

The Count.

And his name?

Count Sylvius.

Hmm, well that's no good to me, lkey

I need them within two days.

With the greatest respect, sir,

only Roger Presbury

could've cut your diamond in less than a week

and he took his skills with him to the grave.

Well, then I better find someone alive

to do the work while there is still time.

What can you do?

Who was Roger Presbury?

Ah, a true genius.

In his hands a lifeless, shapeless stone

became a living, breathing work of art.

Diamonds were his life.

And his death.

Indeed, he was murdered five years ago

during a quarrel about some gems.

Ah, such a tragedy.

Did you see the Count's diamond?

Alas, no,

but he did give me a description of it.

He described a round stone

of finest purity and color,

approximately 100 carats in weight.

A hundred and ten, Mr. Mycroft,

but a little too close for comfort

to a description of the Mazarin stone.

I've taken up enough of your time.

Not at all Mr. Mycroft, sir,

not at all.

Ladies.

Ladies, I've got news.

Ladies, tell your brother I've got good news.

Your antipathy for the Count is well known

unlike your reasons.

He brings the higher echelons of our society

into disrepute.

In your opinion.

Oh, I suppose you realize

that the Count is among the guests at a levee

at St James's Palace tomorrow morning

Ha, he should be serving a prison sentence.

And the Prince and Princess of Wales

are unlikely to entertain

suspected criminals, are they?

Drive on, George.

Enchanting.

You are an incorrigible flatterer,

Count Sylvius

Bertie would be most disturbed

if he knew of your attention.

Your most humble servant, ma'am.

A beautiful thing

fits strangely in the wrong hand.

There.

Howard Garrideb constructor of agriculture machinery.

Binders, reapers, steam and hand plows,

drills, harrows,

farmer's carts, buckboards,

and all other appliances.

Estimates for artesian wells,

apply Grovner Buildings Aston.

John, Nathan and now Howard.

The third Garrideb.

Read the advertisement again, Doctor.

And look at the spelling.

Howard Garrideb, constructor of agriculture machinery.

Binders, reapers, steam and hand plows,

And how do you spell plows?

P-l-o-w-s, oh, it's American spelling.

Well, it could be a printer's error.

Oh, buckboards,

Artesian wells

in Birmingham.

So you're implying

that this advertisement

has been written by an American

John Garrideb?

So this Howard Garrideb

simply doesn't exist.

And yet he asked Nathan to meet him in his office

alone tomorrow night in Birmingham.

Now something is wrong, Doctor,

terribly wrong.

Count Negreto Sylvius,

game shot, sportsman,

man about town,

confidence trickster.

Please, sir, would...

There it is.

And now diamond thief.

I'll have him.

I'll have him.

You can't go in there.

It's quite all right, Mrs. Hudson.

Dr. Watson.

The Count is expected.

Well, you might have warned me.

I want to talk to this man in private.

Stay where you are, Watson.

You have gone out of your way to annoy me.

You have set your creatures upon my track.

My creatures?

I assure you, no.

Two days ago it was a cabman,

today some booming old fool at the palace.

You give my little impersonations

too much praise.

So,

you admit that you have dogged me,

why?

I want the Mazarin stone.

You've come here to find out how much I know

and how far my removal

is absolutely essential

and I know everything

except one thing

which you are now about to tell me.

Where is the Mazarin stone?

Well, how in the devil

should I be able to tell you where she is?

Do you know what's kept in this notebook, Count?

You, you're all here,

every action of your

vile and dangerous life.

You know, you'll make nothing of that.

Here is the robbery on the Tran De Lucs to the Riviera

and here oh,

the same year, Count,

is the forged check to the Credit Lyonnais.

No, you are wrong there.

Then I'm right on the others.

Now Count,

you are a card player,

when the other fellow has all trumps

it saves time to put down one's hand.

What has all this to do with the Mazarin stone?

I have the cabby who took it to Whitehall

and brought you away again.

I have the attendant

who saw you looking over the jewel case.

I have the jeweler

who refused to cut the stone up.

That's the hand I play from.

But one card is missing,

the queen of diamonds.

You're wasting time if you believe I have her.

Continue to dog me if it amuses you,

it don't amuse me.

But remember, hair trigger.

How can he hoped to dispose of it?

The jeweler said it would take weeks

to cut up the stone.

Only a man called Presbury

could do it in less time

and he's dead.

But the man who killed him

may still be alive.

What does he mean by hair trigger?

He means I won't die in my bed.

These are postmortem photographs

of Roger Presbury,

rather unpleasant, I'm afraid.

You must be used to such sights, Doctor?

Oh, yes, indeed.

And what can you tell us of his murderer, Inspector?

A man called Winter,

I've got his photograph here

in our rogue's gallery somewhere.

Found guilty of manslaughter,

sentenced to five years,

oh, released two months ago.

Here he is,

a native of Chicago,

James Winter,

alias Morecroft,

alias Evans,

alias...

John Garrideb.

The man you know as John Garrideb

once worked for Roger Presbury.

It's quite extraordinary, it really is.

Get away with you, get away.

Get away, get away,

get out of the way.

Be off,

be off,

officer.

My dear Watson,

Presbury dead five years,

identify Garrideb's lodger, Holmes.

Mycroft.

My God,

I thought it was you.

This is proof he feels my boot

very close to his backside.

It must be very wearisome for you

trying to keep this place tidy, Mrs. Hudson.

My sister and I are quite used to clutter.

It seems that this John Garrideb is an impostor,

his name is Winter.

I told you, Emily.

I didn't like his eyes.

It was the bone structure, dear.

He simply didn't have it.

A telegram arrived a moment ago.

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.

Now ladies, please,

Please come to workshop,

urgent information lkey.

It is very important

that you tell me about your American lodger

and why he left your household.

Well, he didn't leave,

he simply disappeared.

Do you remember when?

When?

Oh, dear,

four or five years ago,

isn't that right, Emily?

Give or take a few months, yes, dear.

Then your brother took over his room?

How clever of you to know that, Doctor.

Miss Garrideb,

Miss Garrideb

and Miss Garrideb,

Watson, would you be good enough

to escort these ladies home.

I have urgent business to attend to.

I'll follow you later.

I'll try to persuade Nathan

not to travel to Birmingham.

We should be so grateful.

It could cause irreparable damage to his health.

Forgive me, ladies,

two of the finest detectives

it's ever been my privilege to meet.

Oh, such a card.

I really am very sorry.

What's done is done, Mr. Mycroft.

Van Seddar is in London,

he plans to return to Amsterdam

before tomorrow night.

Who is Van Seddar?

He has a boat down on the Tames,

I don't know where.

He will take...

he will take the Mazarin stone to Amsterdam.

Are you sure the stone hasn't been cut?

Ah, well, you see,

it can be cleaved,

split down the grain with a single blow.

Would Presbury's assistant

have the necessary skill

to cleave a large diamond?

He may convince others that he has,

but not me.

The man is a criminal, Mr. Garrideb.

But he doesn't exist.

Oh.

Poppycock and balderdash.

He doesn't exist.

We've been trying to tell you that,

haven't we, Emily?

Nonsense, you're jealous

because I'm about to be handed five million dollars.

I have no right to indulge

but it's my professional advice, Mr. Garrideb

that you should not travel to Birmingham.

Out of my way, young Watkins,

unless you wish to be trampled underfoot.

When I return tomorrow,

I shall be a wealthy man,

Houston.

Doctor, my sister and I will have to retire shortly.

We have plenty of spare beds

if you wish to sleep, Doctor.

No, no, please, please

don't worry about me, Miss Garrideb,

I'll just stay there.

Oh, well then,

plenty of cushions.

Let's plump them up a little more comfortable,

I'm sure.

No, no please don't let me...

don't let me keep you awake.

I'll just draw the curtains for you, Doctor.

Oh, no, please, please, it's fine.

You will help yourself to tea and cake, won't you, Doctor.

Thank you very much.

Or there's a little sherry if you prefer,

don't hesitate.

In fact I might just...

Come along, Emily dear.

I bid you goodnight then, Doctor.

Goodnight.

All clear.

Yes.

Splendid.

What an extraordinary room.

I'm afraid Mr. Garrideb is on his way to Birmingham.

Oh, that's excellent.

This is much more serious than I thought, Watson.

You may need this.

Dowse the candles, Watson.

Is that sherry?

Yes.

Not bad this sherry.

James Winter I presume.

Ah, ah.

Watson!

I'll be all right?

I saw the gun in his hand.

I didn't...

You got the wrong man.

I think not, Mr. Winter.

It was Presbury's idea.

Presbury's dead.

When he was alive, sir.

You've got to believe me.

He went to the museum every week for three years,

all the while figured out a way

to steal the Mazarin stone and hack it up.

Making the duplicate key was easy.

Before he had a chance to use it he died.

He was murdered for that key.

Not by me, sir.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

I told the jury so at the trial.

It was some argument over jewelry

but they didn't believe me.

Did you steal the Mazarin stone?

No, sir, I did not.

I didn't mean to hit you, I'm sorry.

Then who did?

Presbury's murderer,

the only other man

who knew of this plan to steal it

and the only man cool enough

to take a diamond out of Whitehall.

And the man for whom you spent

five years of your life behind bars.

It suited us both to work together.

Please, let me help you.

He could steal it

and I could use Presbury's equipment

to cut it up fast.

But Nathan Garrideb was in the way, hmm?

Yeah, and I was the only one

who knew the location of his workshop.

Can you wonder I wanted to get to it.

And can you wonder when I found this

crazy boob of a bug hunter

squatting right on top of it.

And never quitting his room,

why I had to do all I could to shift him.

Easy.

It would've been a whole lot easier to put him away

but I'm a softhearted guy,

as your Lord Byron said,

"he was the mildest mannered man,

who ever cut a throat."

Where is the Mazarin stone?

My associate is bringing it here with him

but I guess now we'll have to forego cleaving it

before shipping it to Amsterdam.

By Van Seddar?

Yes.

It's already on its way to Amsterdam.

Your associate has betrayed you

just as he's betrayed so many others.

He and I made a deal,

and a gentleman always keeps his word.

Ah.

(unintelligible) Van Seddar.

No, please, please.

Shall I get a doctor, Doctor?

No, no, just get me a towel

and some water, please, thank you.

Your associate has used you, Winter.

He had no intention of allowing you

to cleave the stone.

You'd served your purpose.

Now, where is Van Seddar's boat?

(unintelligible)

Brother mine.

Bravo.

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