The city you consider as home is never so attractive as when you return to it after long and difficult times in other parts of the world.
My name is Dr. John Watson.
I had served and been wounded in the more remote regions of Afghanistan,
and had been discharged from the army with specific instructions to rest.
The site of London again was already working its soothing time.
As I rode through the familiar streets, I never suspected that a chance introduction would lead me into the most amazing adventure of my entire life.
What an old man!
Have you been good to see you?
Not as well as you are, Mr. You look great, old man!
Yes, you were wounded.
Well, it's going much worse.
It's a done.
Can I have a drink?
No, thanks.
Well, what are your plans now?
You're nothing really at the moment. I'm looking for lodgings.
Trying to solve the old problem of comfortable quarters at a reasonable price.
That's odd.
The second man today that's used that expression.
Who's the other one?
Well, he wouldn't marry him.
He's doing some work in the chemical bar at the hospital.
That'd be interesting.
Yes, well, I wouldn't mind sharing a flat for somebody if he was all right.
Wouldn't I?
Anything wrong?
No.
He's rather strange.
Well, what's wrong with him?
Nothing wrong with Holmes. That's his name, Sherlock Holmes.
Oh, nice sign this morning. He was doing some research with the corpse.
Oh, what was he doing?
He was beating it with a stick.
I don't go about.
Did you work, sir?
Who shared this with you?
Very good, sir.
Why did you say this, Sherlock Holmes fellow was doing?
He was beating a corpse with a stick.
Oh?
What in heaven's name do you want to know that for?
He wanted to find out if it was possible to inflict a bruise on a body after death.
Why?
You know?
You're asking?
There's another strange thing about this Holmes.
Somehow one of the things to question him.
No.
Well, it rarely works.
You realize you've just entered the greatest chapter in history of forensic medicine.
You know Dr. Watson?
Yes, I am. What works?
Foolproof test for hemoglobin.
You realize what this means, Dr. Watson?
No, I don't. You must be Sherlock Holmes.
It will create a revolution in criminal investigation.
Yes, I'm Holmes.
How did you know I was Watson?
Because you've just come back from Afghanistan. How do you do?
How do you do?
How did you know I'd just come back from Afghanistan?
Well, it's written all over you.
The problem has generally been that a man is suspected of a crime months after a crime is committed.
Then when they find bloodstains on objects of question,
they can't be sure if it's blood, mud, or rust stains.
But this solves the whole thing, of course.
Of course, of course.
Of course.
Stanford told me you were someone to share a flat you'd find.
You know, if this test had been in existence a year ago,
it would have meant that von Bishop of Frankfurt would most certainly have been hung.
And that goes for Mason of Branford, Mughal and O'Faith, naturally.
Naturally.
Who are these people?
Did you know I'm delighted to meet you, Watson?
I think you like the flat. It's in Bakersfield, by the way.
Well, we could pop around the side of the river and have a look at it if you can.
Yes, we're just around. I like that. Good.
Did you mind if I play the violin?
No, go right ahead. I mean, when we're sharing the flat.
No, of course, man. I like a bit of good music.
Oh, good. I'm not very good.
Tell me, Holmes.
How do you know I just got back from Afghanistan?
Well, it's obvious.
No, you said you thought you'd be a doctor.
You're a doctor, that much we know.
But with the air of a military man, they're for an army doctor.
You've acquired a sunburn.
I know it's not your natural color, because your wrists are white.
Your eyes tell me that you reason to be ill.
I'd say some sort of topical fever.
Do you use your left arms stiffly as they use to stain the wound?
Now the problem becomes, where would an army doctor contracted a fever to sustain the wound?
I'll survive you once this is in the prison campaign in Afghanistan.
Naturally.
Naturally?
Of course, it's obvious.
Naturally!
We examined the rooms at 221 B Baker Street that afternoon,
and promptly moved in on the following day.
I had, at this point, known Sherlock Holmes for only 24 hours.
But the man's fantastic powers of perception,
coupled with the almost unpredictable personality I'd ever encountered,
kept me in a state of constant surprise when I wasn't being shocked.
It was unbelievable the things he knew, and the things he didn't know.
Oh, really, my dear, would you mean to tell me you didn't know that the earth moved on with sun?
Really?
But every school child knows that.
Well, now I know too, and I shall probably proceed to forget.
But why?
Yes, why?
Why should I remember it?
Well, because it's a natural phenomenon.
Well, is it important? Does it affect us?
If you tell me the earth went around the moon, would it make any possible difference to our way of life?
Well, would it that way?
No.
Then it's useless information, and I shall do my best to forget it.
I advise you to do the same.
At times, I thought the man was joking and simply having a bit of fun at my expense.
I soon learned that he was in dead earnest.
I also, unknown to him, made a brief classification of a man's knowledge.
Literature? Nothing.
Velocity? Nothing.
Astronomy? Nothing.
Politics? Disinterested.
Botany?
In you everything there was to know about poison, and absolutely nothing about practical gravity.
Chemistry profound.
Sensational literature? Without question Sherlock Holmes knew the details of every horror perpetrated in the last hundred years.
I believe we have a visitor.
Really?
Who's coming here?
I would also say he's a retired sergeant of the Marines.
How are you doing there?
I've never clapped hands before in the night.
Well, in that case, that's one of the wildest statements I ever heard.
How can you possibly guess he's a retired sergeant of the Marines you've never seen in?
I guess my dear Watson, a calculated deduction.
Yes, he is coming out here.
Do you mind if I ask him his position?
No, by all means. Now, where did I put my violin case?
Hmm? Oh, it's over here.
There you are.
Ah, my old friend.
Come in.
Excuse me, gentlemen. I have a message here from Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Sir?
You mind telling me your occupation?
Not at all, sir. I'm a civil servant employed by the police department.
Thank you.
I just wanted...
Not at all, sir.
How long have you been with the police department?
Just a year, sir. Before that, I was a sergeant in the Marines.
Good day, gentlemen.
How did you know?
An interesting letter, Watson. A very interesting letter.
Perhaps you'd like to come with me.
Where?
To catch a murderer, of course.
Of course.
How did you know that that man was an ex-sgt. of Marines?
Who?
A messenger from the police.
Oh, yes, yes. The retired sergeant of Marines.
That's what I said.
Well, there's nothing mysterious about such observations, Madam Watson.
But, unfortunately, when explained, they lose their romantic order of mystery.
My decision was based on observation and logical deduction.
A man had a large anchor tattooed on the back of his head.
The man had a large anchor tattooed on the back of his head.
This was visible from our window.
I admit I didn't notice it at the time, but since you mentioned it,
I think there was an anchor.
Oh, there was indeed.
He also wore a regulation sideburn and a slight nautical roll.
Thus, I judged him a Marine.
Well, yes, I grant you, but only a refinement of his, his one makes every day.
Well, yes, I grant you, but only a refinement of his, his one makes every day.
Well, yes, I grant you, but only a refinement of his, his one makes every day.
You're so disgruntled, Watson.
Test your own powers of observation.
We are entering the perfect situation.
So, what are we entering?
A house that holds a murdered man.
We inspect the strain inside.
Yes, sir, may I have your name, please?
Here, Sherlock Holmes. This is Dr. Watson.
Well, that's quite all right, sir, to stick to the straight-gate instructions to admit you.
Oh, good.
Oh, by the way, has the body been removed?
No, sir, but the medical examiner's just called.
Oh, thank you.
Let's hope they haven't moved things about too much.
Please, forces of the world seem to have an organized science of messing things about.
Oh, I wouldn't say that, Holmes.
Well, then, move along there.
If the body moved along, there's nothing to see today.
I don't know.
I swear I don't know. I tried to help you.
Don't you believe me?
I had to do what I could. It was instinctive.
Instinctive for all who like you to commit murder?
That's not true. You know it's not true.
I know you hate them.
You can't believe I do a thing like this.
Yes, I can, and I do.
Please. She's on purpose.
You know it as well as I.
She murdered your brother.
It's a lie.
Yes, it's a lie.
The relationship you had with my son was a lie.
My son's been murdered.
This girl's a murderer.
Why she did it? What her motive was?
I don't know.
They were engaged without my blessing.
I can only be grateful that she gains nothing by her crime.
Your duty now is to convict her.
Just a moment, please.
Please.
What is the angle of incision, Watson?
No.
The force on the blow and the general penetration
of the underage of the chest.
How long would you estimate for a loss of consciousness?
That's terrible to say.
96.
Oh, between the two.
No death?
No death.
Three or four, I'd say.
Thank you, Watson.
All right, take him out.
Ah, forgive the interruption.
I would prefer to have been invited before the party had been moved.
I thought you'd be interested in homes.
Oh, thank you, Mr. Strayer.
May I introduce my friend Dr. Watson,
Inspector Strayer, Scotland Yard?
How do you do?
You're completely stuck in the street.
What do you mean?
Well, you thought I'd be interested.
What did you admit?
You're in a jam.
That's a damn little work, don't you think?
What you say isn't exactly true, Holmes.
I've done you a favor. This is an interesting case.
Of course, an R1 and 2 1 explain details,
but I don't believe in belonging before the clear end.
What's your principal problem?
There's no motive.
I found this girl with a knife in her hand.
My brother lying dead on the floor.
I found Peter on the floor. I tried to help.
By stabbing him?
By removing the knife.
Anybody would have done the same thing.
I lost him.
Oh, my dear young lady,
there's no cause for you to alarm yourself.
No one's accusing you of...
Well, what happened?
This would be a clear-cut case.
Only she had a reason for murdering.
There happened to be a policeman outside the house during the murder,
and he said that no one can then except her.
What about the others?
Who benefits by her death?
No, and the estate was left in such a way
that if he died before he married,
everything went to charity.
My dear Inspector Lestrade,
he didn't die before he married.
This young lady and the man whose body was carried out of here
had been married for at least a week.
In the event of his death, I imagine everything passes to the...
And now, we return to the case of the Cunningham heritage.
How did you know they were married?
Weren't you?
Yes, we could go.
Then you do benefit by my brother's death.
You're there.
I don't know if I am or not.
I only know I didn't kill him. I swear I didn't.
Why were you married?
We went down to Brighton last weekend.
Why didn't Peter say anything about it?
I don't know.
He asked me not to say anything.
I'm afraid, young lady,
I'll have to ask you to accompany me to headquarters.
Inspector, I think I should tell my mother.
Yes, of course.
Tell me, Hans, how did you know they were married?
Well, the man's hands had the remains of a sunburn
and the fading marks of a narrow ring,
but not as yet that indentation of the finger ring generally leaves.
A weekend in the sun at Brighton explains the whole thing perfectly.
I didn't notice these things.
Yes, I know.
The young lady's hands were also sunburned
and to the same degree.
Then the case is solved.
Yes, it would appear so, wouldn't it?
What do you recall?
You see that?
What?
Yeah, I'll use this.
Here.
Well, I guess there is a cut in the carpet.
Yes, there is a fresh one.
Yes, but what does it mean?
It's a good picture.
Can you stop looking for clues now, Holmes?
I've solved it.
Completely.
I'll spend it.
Seems this girl had a record.
Nine months in the woman's prison in Holloway,
from the 21st of February, 1892,
to the 21st of November, 1892,
employed as a governess and convicted for stealing 300 pounds from an employer.
It's quite true.
I knew you'd find out sometime.
I made a mistake five years ago, but I paid for it.
But Peter, you're all about it before you're married.
I never tried to hide it from you.
You didn't know what else you had in mind.
I had nothing else in mind except that I loved it.
I'm afraid I must ask you to go with the office, I mean.
Well, madam.
Well, that's how I like my cases.
Fast and simple.
Oh, you must tell me some more about it.
Well, there's nothing to tell, really.
The story was that Peter asked her to call here at 10 shop.
She arrived, found the door open for her,
came in here and found him rising in the floor with a knife on his chest.
She screamed, pulled it out, just then brother Ralph walked in.
Peter died without saying another word.
Oh, she stabbed him for the inheritance and was caught in the egg.
Well, pulling off the mark and be simple, could it be?
I still think it's a tragedy.
Yes, but my job, Doctor Watson, we run up against it all the time.
No, thank you.
Well, I suppose you had some amazing adventures.
Yes, but one learns to have a real philosophy of life
and get a good perspective.
Yes, I'm glad.
That's just the same, I think it's a pity.
Just another case of a clever girl being too clever.
A clever girl who can't even murder her husband.
It shows the most stupid possible way to commit the crime.
Well, what was that for? What's this?
A checkbook.
Oh, amazing deduction, the straight look.
So Peter Keimingham drew a check for a thousand pounds?
Six weeks ago.
And five weeks ago?
And four?
And three?
And two?
And that's all.
Well, that draws a cash.
Well, I don't get your point.
He was a very rich man.
What?
A great deal of cash?
It was his own money.
I suppose it could do what he liked with it.
You may have hit the proverbial nail, the straight.
Now, look here, Holmes, you're trying to start something that just doesn't exist.
You think so?
I have a great deal of respect for your opinion, Holmes,
but your trouble is that you can't leave things alone.
If there isn't a mystery, you have to make one, and you're not happy.
You're right, I'm not happy.
There are marks on the carpet indicating a struggle.
The man whose body was carried out of here was over six feet in height.
If he had struggled with a girl who had left here, I don't think he'd have lost.
She surprised him.
Oh, but he was expecting her.
That's her story.
I say she sneaked up on him.
What, a stab him in the chest?
How do you sneak up on someone a stab him in the chest and the straight?
Look here, Holmes, you're trying to start something,
and I just won't stand for it.
That girl's a jailbag, and she's guilty, and she's going to hang.
And that's the end of the case.
I see Inspector Lestrade is up to his usual mental gymnastics.
It's like the Hammer Square pigs at the Roundhouse.
Well, now, it's...
It's any great favor of meeting you, Inspector.
I warned you to keep away from that man, Holmes, or you'll be insane unless there's a...
What time is it?
Hmm?
Oh, uh, half past ten.
First, you'd like to take a little stroll with me.
What?
I'd like to investigate this afternoon's affair a bit further.
Oh, yes.
I'd like that.
I thought you'd forgotten about it.
Not at all. I've been thinking about it all evening.
Shall we go?
Then we must exchange our thoughts on route.
Where are we going?
To the Cunningham House.
I didn't know you'd made that point from there.
I didn't.
Oh, well, who do you expect to see?
No one, I hope.
I'm terribly sorry, Holmes.
I don't understand what you mean when you say you want to go to the Cunningham House.
You just...
You can't do this.
What?
Well, you can't break into the house.
Why not?
It's against the law.
That's why not.
Why you wear a coat?
That did.
What's on your luggage?
You wear a coat.
But that's a big deal.
What big deal do you have?
A coat.
A thing you can wear.
Quickly now.
But look, Holmes, we can't...
Shh, shh, shh, shh, don't.
What do you mean, Inspector?
Good evening, Sergeant.
Is everything all right?
Yes, sir.
I just thought Sherlock Holmes might have dropped by.
Where'd you get the key?
The key's a burglar's tomb.
A burglar's tomb?
Shh.
Be careful.
Yeah, yeah.
How do you know he's out?
Because I have a spy washing the house.
It goes through that cabinet.
What am I looking for?
Well, papers, bank statements.
Anything to indicate passage of money.
And Peter got him into the car.
Go on.
He's absolutely ridiculous.
Looking for something and you don't know what,
in order to catch somebody,
and you don't know who.
Quite ridiculous.
Not here on my side.
Keep looking.
Who do you think's got it?
Whatever it is we're looking for.
Why did Peter Cunningham try to hide the thanks of his marriage?
A week or a month,
but the main indifference as far as his mother was concerned.
You would never have consented to his new bride anyway.
He married her to prove to me
that my blackmail wouldn't stop him.
And then he withheld the fact
in order to give me one week
to clear out the country
before he exposed me.
The money he paid you
went to buying up your promissory notes.
I was being pressed, Mr. Holmes.
My brother's engagement to a jailbird
gave me a perfect opportunity
to extract a little money from him.
In fact, if he hadn't been such a bullhead,
he would have gone on for quite some time.
A jailbird, as you put it,
makes the perfect murder suspect.
Perfect, Mr. Holmes.
And you and Dr. Watson
make perfect burglary suspects.
When I report your death to the police,
they can't possibly blame me
for defending the sanctity of my home.
Well done, Watson.
I could have done it a bit better on you.
It wasn't a bad shoulder.
Well, all right, Watson.
Think no more about it.
So that's our murder?
Yes.
The only possible one, of course.
Only a man could have struck that blow.
Peter died, as you say,
within three or four minutes.
I'm going to the lobby outside.
The hell's the problem?
Yes.
Crystal clear.
Don't.
Please don't be a fool.
But what do we do now?
What's going on here?
Who fired that shot?
We will sit with a good inspector.
And with the aid of our evidence,
a bit of logic,
and a few simple diagrams,
we will endeavor to convince him
that night follows day
and that one on one
inevitably makes two.
What did you two get in here anyway?
Now, inspector, come, sir, come.
Come, sit down.
There's a good time to sit right here.
I see we have a great deal to talk about.
Also present with inspector Lestrade
was Dr. John Watson
and a personal friend of the inspectors,
Mr. Sherlock Oh.
This is ridiculous.
It's fantastic.
This isn't the way it happened at all.
This will revolutionize investigation, Watson.
This whole account is a lie.
Fingerprints, Watson.
That's the coming thing.
No nonsense.
What are you going to do about this?
There's more to search.
Here, give me a finger on the sheet of paper.
No, sir.
Are you going to sit there
with these disgusting little plunges
and let them get away with this?
Take your time.
Well, I won't.
They're going to hear from me.
Brilliant inspectors training me.
Why, it took you three hours
to convince that son of a bitch.
I don't know.
Never mind the size of my head.
Continue with innocence.
I wonder if he got more than a shoulder wound
in Afghanistan.
I wonder if he's still alive.
I wonder if he's still alive.
I wonder if he's still alive.
