- Mr. Victor Hatherley? - Yes.
- Hydraulic engineer? - Yes.
Colonel Lysander Stark.
Thank you for your responding on such short notice.
You have been recommended to me, Mr. Hatherley,
as being a man who is discreet and capable of keeping a secret.
May I ask who it was who gave me so good a recommendation?
Perhaps it's better that I should not tell you that just now.
I have a proposition for you.
But absolute secrecy is quite essential - absolute secrecy.
Do you promise?
If I promise to keep a secret,
you may absolutely depend upon my doing so.
How would fifty guineas for a night's work suit you?
Quite.
I said a night's work,
but an hour's would be nearer the mark.
I simply want your opinion about a hydraulic stamping machine
which has got broken.
If you can just detect the cause of it
we could fix it ourselves.
Our little place is quite out in the country.
It is a good seven miles from Eyford Station.
Then I can't make it to the last train.
I'll have to stay overnight.
Yes.
That's why we offer such a generous pay
to you, a young and unknown,
when we could have hired the best experts.
It's a lot of money, of course.
I should like, however, to understand a little more clearly
what it is that you wish me to do.
I suppose you are aware
that fuller's-earth is a valuable product,
and that it is only found in one or two places in England.
I have heard about it.
Some time ago I bought a small piece of land
Where a deposit of fuller's-earth was discovered.
It turned out to be a link
between two much larger deposits to the right and left,
both of them, however,happen to be on my neighbour's lands.
A couple of my friends suggested that we should quietly and secretly work
on our own little deposit so we'd make enough money
to buy the neighbouring fields.
We guard our secret very jealously.
If anybody finds out that we hired a hydraulic engineer
it would soon lead to inquiries,
and then,any chance of carrying out our plans would be lost.
I hope that I make it all plain enough?
The only point which I could not quite understand
was what use you could make of a hydraulic press
in excavating fuller's-earth, which, as I understand,
is dug out like gravel from a pit.
We have our own process.
We compress the fuller's-earth into bricks,
so as to remove them without revealing what they really are.
Wait in this room for a few minutes, please.
I won't be long.
You have no business being here. I'm leaving, and so should you.
Go! Right now!
For the love of God! Get away from here before it is too late!
Perhaps we had better get down to business.
Mr. Ferguson is my secretary and manager.
We will take you up to see the machine.
You dig fuller's-earth here, in the house?
- In the house? - No, no!
We only compress it here.
We just want you to examine the machine
and to let us know what is wrong with it.
Ferguson, take the lamp.
This is the inside of the press.
The ceiling of this small chamber is the end of the descending piston,
and it comes down with the force of many tons
upon this metal floor.
Dear Ferguson, I believe,
the young man is familiar with the workings of the hydraulic press.
The machine still works, but there seems to be some trouble
that prevents it from working in its full capacity.
There was a small leakage.
One of the rubber bands had shrunk.
It happened because of this small thing?
This caused the problem.
How can we fix it?
We can order it from London.
It has to be replaced.
What are you doing there?
I was admiring your fuller's-earth.
I think I'd be able to advise you better
if I knew the exact purpose for which yor press was used.
Very well.
You shall know all about it.
Hello! Colonel! Let me out!
I swear, I'll tell no one!
Colonel!
I saw nothing!
I beg you, Colonel! You misunderstood me!
Colonel! Let me out!
Come! come! They will be here in a moment.
They will see that you are not there.
Come!
Come! Come!
Here is the window.
It is high, but that's your only chance.
Helga!
- Good morning, Mrs. Watson! - Good morning!
I brought a patient to the doctor.
- Good morning! - Hello!
- Come in, please! - Thank you!
- Good bye! - Good bye!
Good bye. Thank you.
Good bye!
John!
John, you've got another patient!
The beginning of the 20th century was marked for the British
with the war and Queen Victoria's death.
This is when the old England ceased to exist.
Scotland Yard policemen and London criminals
have armed themselves with electricity, telephones,
automobiles and airplanes,
and went about their business in the new century.
Sherlock Holmes who considered himself too old-fashioned for the new era,
retired and left London for the small farm at Sussex.
Doctor Watson concentrated on his the medical practice.
That was the end of
THE ADVENTURES OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DR. WATSON
By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Sherlock Holmes VASILIY LIVANOV
Dr. Watson VITALIY SOLOMIN
The Twentieth Century Begins
Part One
We haven't seen each other
since your return from your American trip.
That's right!
- Watson! - Holmes!
I can't get used to your beard.
I, my friend, can't get used to the fact
that the telegram about your arrival
comes 30 minutes before you show up.
I can't get ready to meet you.
And I don't know whom I should blame:
the slow work of the post office or the speed of your car.
Come on in!
Relax, my friend, you've had a long trip.
I see you have been to Turkish baths.
My rheumatism has been acting up these last few days.
A Turkish bath is what we call an alterative medicine--
But, damn!
- How did you manage to find that out? - It's elementary, Watson!
You are in the habit of tying your boot laces in a certain way.
Today you tied them with an elaborate double bow,
which is not your usual method.
This is what I thought:
You have, therefore,taken them off somewhere. Who has tied them?
It is unlikely that it is your wife or the boot repair man,
since your boots are brand new. Well, what's left? The bath boy.
Yes, Holmes, I wanted to tell you a story,
which I heard from a patient of mine.
Excuse me.
I have to leave you, Watson, for a while.
My neighbor, mister Von Bork has arrived.
He usually buys honey from me.
How much honey do you want?
Two pounds.
The radiator that you gave me last time
was a perfect match.
Now I need an oil pump and the filters.
I need to go to London for that.
I have already called for my friend with a car.
- He's a mechanic, too? - Of course, he is.
- Is that his car outside? - It is.
Here is your honey.
- How much? - Never mind.
- No, really? - Three shillings.
Just a minute! It seems I only have bills.
- No, I found two coins. - It's enough for me.
No, here is the third one. Goodbye.
Why did you tell him that I am a mechanic?
If I had told him you are Doctor Watson,
he would have asked thousands of questions.
You are a popular writer, my friend.
Then I would have had to tell him my real name.
But I prefer
to be known as a beekeeper here.
But what do a pump and filters have to do with it?
It's just a favor for a good neighbor.
By the way, Watson, have you ever seen a fake shilling?
Von Bork just paid with it.
Why didn't you give it back if you knew it was fake?
I didn't want to upset a good man.
What a beautiful thing!
I can't spot any difference
between this and that the sort of His Majesty George the Fifth produces.
Except one thing. It's a counterfeit.
It's such a pity, Holmes
that you abandoned your fight against the criminal world
of London, and left it for Scotland Yard to deal with.
You know, by the way, Lestrade has retired.
Yes, I heard about it.
So here is the story which my patient told me.
He is a young and handsome hydraulic engineer,
who lost his left thumb under some dramatic circumstances.
Excuse me.
Yes, sir?
When did this beautiful house burn down?
Four days ago, sir.
Here is the house where you were, Mr Hatherley.
This one? No, that house was several miles away from the station.
When we were getting into the car, it was very clean.
And when we finally arrived, it was quite dirty.
I noticed that.
Of course, it was clean before.
It became dirty after 30 minutes of driving through potholes
around this house.
Why didn't you tell me that this house had burnt down?
I didn't know it had.
Well, it's interesting.
It was your oil lamp
which, when it was crushed inside the press, set fire to the wooden walls,
and they were too distracted by the chase to notice.
Here it is. "Krupp. Dresden".
I think they have used the machine
to make something covered with amalgam,
which you said looked like silver.
What could it be?
There was a cart here. They loaded boxes.
Heavy ones. About 250 pounds each.
Three men worked here.
A carthorse.
My old friend!
An well made fake shilling.
We don't understand you, Mycroft.
I made it through 42 minutes.
This is enough to survive the gas attack.
Your participation in this case
and it's excellent outcome
was well-timed.
Why do you think there was an excellent outcome?
A missing link in the chain of pieces of evidence was found.
German empire is producing a counterfeit currency
in Great Britain.
There are many exhibits like this
in the State Treasury already.
Now we can without any hesitation give an order
to start producing counterfeit currency in Germany.
In order to balance the warp
in our economy, by causing a warp in the German economy.
Maybe Hatherley was wrong
thinking that the counterfeiter was German?
That's right.
Holmes is speaking.
As admiral County informed us, the Siam population this spring was
3 million 220 thousand 76 people.
At the stable annual increase of the population, which is 3.216%,
I calculated roughly
that by today
the increase of the population has been 42 thousand 250 or 260 people.
Bernard, it's OK.
254.
Hello, Sherlock, hello, my boy.
We do not know anything yet,
but you are already drawing conclusions concerning our foreign policy.
I shall invite our Prime Minister here
Lord Bellinger.
So that your friend and you...
Hello, Watson!
Could read a classified letter,
which we received yesterday.
Just a minute!
He answers.
The letter has disappeared. It is too early for you to retire.
The destiny of your country depends on it.
You must meet the Prime Minister.
In private.
Police cannot be involved.
Where can you meet him?
Baker street, 221 B.
A little piece of brotherly advice to you, Sherlock.
Since you are going to deal with politicians,not criminals,
trust no one.
Not a single word!
My brother Mycroft
is the most indispensable man in the country.
You can never be sure whether
he just works for the government
or that he IS the British government.
But what about the king?
Neither him,nor his late grandmother,Queen Victoria
took a step without Mycroft Holmes'advice.
Good afternoon, gentlemen! How can I help you?
Good afternoon!
Can we come in?
Certainly! Please, gentlemen!
We used to live in this house.
And today we have a meeting here.
Can we use the sitting room for this?
According to the wishes of the former owner of this house, gentlemen,
this is the only room,
which wasn't sold over to our company.
Mrs. Hudson intended to create a museum here
in the memory of a historical person of the Good Old England
whom you gentlemen probably know little about.
Holmes.
Oh yes, Mr Holmes. That's the name.
We still receive letters, addressed to him,
with requests and cries for help.
I assume, Mr Holmes
was a quite an influential businessman, who--
- Excuse me, mister-- - Smith.
Very well, Mr Smith.
My friend and I will stay here for a while
as the exhibits of the future museum.
May I introduce my friend, doctor Watson.
Nice to meet you,sir.
Please bring all the mail, which was addressed to me.
Yes, sir.
It was when you were thought to have perished in Switzerland
that Mrs. Hudson and I were mourning over you
and she decided to create your museum here.
Why only mine?
You are trying to keep yourself out? No way.
You're an old smelly relic just like me,Watson.
Lord Bellinger, the Prime Minister of Great Britain
and Trelawney Hope, Secretary of Foreign Affairs wish to see you,sir.
Shall I let them in?
- Please do. - Yes, sir.
Mister Holmes?
Please.
Doctor Watson, my friend and my colleague.
The document in question is of such immense importance
that its publication might very easily
lead to an international conflict.
Unless its recovery can be attended with the utmost secrecy,
then it may as well not be recovered at all,
due to the nature of the information the letter contains.
Tell me exactly the circumstances under which this document disappeared.
The letter was received six days ago.
It was of such importance that I have never left it in my safe,
instead I have taken it home each evening to my house in Whitehall Terrace,
and kept it in my bedroom in a locked wooden case.
It was there last night. Of that I am certain.
This morning it was gone.
Mister Holmes!
The wooden case was on the dressing table,next to my bed all night.
I am a light sleeper, and so is my wife.
We are both prepared to swear that no one could have entered.
What time did you dine?
Half-past seven.
- When did you go to bed? - It was half-past eleven.
My wife had gone to the theatre. I waited for her.
It was half-past eleven when we went to our bedroom.
Surely your wife knew about this letter?
No, sir.
I had said nothing to my wife until I found it missing this morning.
I have long known, sir, how great your sense of public duty is.
I am convinced that in the case of a such importance
your dedicaton to your work and your country is beyond any doubt.
Now, sir, I must ask you more particularly
what this document is, and why its disappearance
should have such momentous consequences?
Mr. Holmes, the envelope is a long, thin one of pale blue colour.
There is a seal of red wax
stamped with a crouching lion.
The address was in large, bold handwriting.
I fear, sir, that as interesting and indeed,important as these details are,
my inquiries are aimed at the content of the document.
What was the letter about?
That is a classified information.
If by the aid of the powers which you are said to possess
you can find envelope as I described
with its contents,
you will have served well for your country,
and will receive any reward
which lies in my power to bestow.
I regret exceedingly that I cannot help you in this matter,
and any continuation of this meeting
would be a waste of time for all parties involved.
I am not accustomed, sir--
I agree with you.
Allright, I will tell you,
relying entirely upon your honor
and that of your colleague, Dr. Watson.
I appeal to your patriotism, gentlemen.
You may trust us,sir.
The letter is from a certain foreign monarch
who has been troubled by some recent developments in our colonies.
It has been written in a heat of the moment.
Inquiries have shown
that his ministers know nothing of the matter.
The manner in which it was written
and certain phrases in it are of so provocative a character,
that its publication would lead to a public uproar in England.
Even more than that.
I'm confident that within a week of the publication of the letter
our country may find itself involved in a big war.
Yes. It was him.
Exactly.
It is this letter, which may well mean
the loss of millions of pounds and the lives of hundreds of thousands of men,
that has been lost in this mysterious fashion.
As we speak
It is probably well on its way
at a speed of a steamboat.
Now, Mr. Holmes,what course of action do you recommend?
Let's consider the facts.
Most likely it was taken last night,between seven thirty
and eleven thirty,
when the case wasn't watched.
Now, sir, if a document of such importance was stolen this long ago,
where can it be by now?
It is, probably, beyond our reach.
You think, sir, that unless this document is recovered
there will be a war?
I think it is a very probable outcome.
Then, sir, prepare for war.
Those are cruel words.
Should there be any fresh developments
we shall communicate with you, mister Holmes,
and you will no doubt let us know
the results of your own investigation.
The situation is desperate.
- Your mail, sir! - Thank you, Smith.
Put it somewhere.
There are only three people capable of playing so bold a game
They are Oberstein, La Rothiere, and Eduardo Lucas.
I will have to see all three of them.
Is it Eduardo Lucas of Godolphin Street?
You won't see him.
- Why not? - "Murder in Westminster".
Mr. Eduardo Lucas,
well known in society circles on account of his charming personality,
was a single man, thirty four years of age.
He had been stabbed to death.
The murder weapon
was a curved Indian dagger,
taken from a collection of Oriental weapons
which adorned one of the house walls.
It is an amazing coincidence.
A coincidence? No, my dear Watson,
the two events are connected.
There's no doubt about it.
It is for us to find that connection.
But now the police will know everything.
They know all that they see at Godolphin Street.
They know nothing of the Whitehall Terrace.
Only we know of both events.
There is one obvious point
which would, in any case, made Lucas a prime suspect.
Godolphin Street, Westminster,
is only a few minutes' walk from the Whitehall Terrace.
The other secret agents I have named
live at the far West End.
A small detail, which may prove essential.
Mister Holmes!
A very attractive and noble lady wishes to see you.
Who can it be?
Lady Hilda Trelawney Hope.
Good afternoon, gentlemen!
- Good afternoon, milady! - Good afternoon!
Has my husband been here, Mr. Holmes?
- Yes, madam. Have a seat, please. - Thank you.
I implore you not to tell him that I was here.
Your ladyship places me in a very delicate position.
I cannot make any unconditional promises.
Mr. Holmes, I will speak frankly with you.
There is complete confidence between my husband and me on all matters, save one.
That one is politics.
Now, I am aware that there was a most deplorable occurrence
in our house last night.
I know that a document has disappeared.
But because the matter has to do with politics
my husband refuses to take me into his complete confidence.
Now it is essential
that I should thoroughly understand it.
You are the only other person, besides these politicians,
who knows the truth.
I beg you, Mr. Holmes, to tell me exactly what has happened
and what it may lead to.
Madam, what you ask of me is impossible.
You must understand, madam.
If your husband thinks fit
to keep you in the dark over this matter,
is it for us, who have only learned the true facts
under the pledge of secrecy,
to tell what he chose to withhold?
You can't ask that.
It is him whom you should ask.
I did.
You are my only hope.
But without your telling me anything definite, Mr. Holmes,
you may do a great service if you would enlighten me on one point.
What is it, madam?
Is my husband's political career likely to suffer because of this incident?
Well, madam, unless the matter in question is set right
it may certainly have a very unfortunate effect.
What consequences?
Madam, once again you ask me
more than I can possibly answer.
Then I will take up no more of your time.
I cannot blame you, Mr. Holmes,
for having refused to speak more freely,
and I hope you Dr. Watson will not
think badly of me
because of my desire, even against my husband's will,
to try and help him.
Once more, I beg of you to say nothing of my visit.
Now, Watson, the fair sex is your department.
What do you make of this lady's visit?
What did she really want?
Surely her intentions are clear.
Yes.
Her anxiety was very natural.
Remember
that she comes from a social class of people
who know how to hide their feelings.
She was extremely worried.
She tried to assure us
she acted in her husband's best interests
so she should know everything.
What does it all mean?
Have you noticed, Watson, how she manoeuvred to position herself away froom the light.
She did not wish us to read her face expression.
I don't think it was intentional.
The motives of women are so hard to decipher.
You remember the woman at Margate
whom I suspected for the same reason.
It turned out, she was worried she forgot to apply makeup to her nose.
How can you build any logical conclusions
on such a material?
Glad to see you after such a long time.
- Hello! - Hello!
Tell me, Lestrade, you are now an honorable retiree.
How did you get involved in this case?
I help out my young colleague.
Meet Inspector Pitkin.
- What brings you here? - I used to know the owner of this house,
and Doctor Watson and I decided to have a look
at the crime scene.
Go ahead,then.
Inspector Pitkin, report properly what we have found here.
Properly!
Eduardo Lucas was a remarkable linguist
and a writer.
He was a keen student of international politics,intrigues and gossip,
which is demonstrated in his papers, that were carefully examined.
It also appears that
his relations with women have been promiscuous but superficial,
His personal belongings seem to remain in place.
None of the valuable possessions
have been taken.
Here is the photographic portrait of Eduardo Lucas,
which we enlarged in Scotland Yard
using a svetotype method. In order to--
Now tell us about the lady's picture.
OK, here is the lady.
Mrs. Henry Furnier,
occupying a small villa in the Rue Austerlitz, Paris.
The French police have discovered
that Mrs Henry Furnier has just returned from her trip to London.
And now she is in confined to a mental institution
She has developed a mania of a dangerous and permanent form.
A comparison of photographs
has proved conclusively
that Mr. Henri Furnier and Eduardo Lucas were the same person,
and that the deceased had lived a double, and maybe even triple life
in London, Berlin and Paris.
He was killed by his wife in an attack of jealousy,
but they cannot prosecute her
according to the article 12746 of the British law codex
as being mentally ill.
- Is that it? - Yes.
It is a sure thing, Holmes.
How do you like our new generation of detectives?
Please.
Everything is clear, as you can see.
She tracked him.
She knocked at the door.
He let her in, couldn't keep her in the street.
The scene of jealousy was terrible.
She was so-- Everything was--
The chairs were thrown around
Lucas was probably holding a chair up
He was kind of protecting himself.
And then she stabbed him
and Lukas falls on the carpet.
He must have lost a lot of blood.
Look, Watson.
That's odd.
You see that stain on the carpet?
Well, a great deal should have seeped through, must it not?
How did that happen, Watson?
How did that happen, inspector?
How did that happen, Pitkin?
We didn't touch anything here.
When the body was discovered
we were very careful
to keep things in their position.
Officer in charge was here day and night.
I am sure there is a logical explanation for this.
I think, we'll find the stain.
We'll find it? Where?
Here it is.
If we put the carpet this way the stains lie above each other.
Who moved the carpet, and why?
Tell me, Inspector,
that constable in the corridor
has been present here the whole time?
- Yes! - Yes.
Well, take my advice.
Interrogate him carefully.
You'll be more likely to get a confession out of him one on one.
Ask him how he dared
to allow somebody inside here.
Tell him you know someone has been here. Press him.
Tell him that a full confession is his only chance for forgiveness.
I'll get it out of him!
Pitkin, follow me!
Watson, close the door! Hurry!
It's empty.
He confessed.
McPherson,let these gentlemen hear
of your most inexcusable conduct.
I meant no harm, sir, I assure you.
A young lady came around here last evening.
Mistook the house, she said.
And then we started talking.
You get bored when you're on duty here all day.
She just wanted to see where the crime was commited.
Had read about it in the papers, she said.
She was a very respectable, well-spoken young woman,
and I saw no harm in letting her have a peep.
When she saw that blood stain on the carpet,
she fainted and fell on the floor. I ran to the back to get her some water,
but by the time I had returned, the young woman was gone.
Let it be a lesson to you, Mcpherson
that you can't deceive your superiors.
What can I do for you, gentlemen?
We wish to see Lady Hilda Trelawney Hope.
Mr Holmes
This is most unfair of you.
I wished, as I have explained,
to keep my visit to you a secret.
Or maybe you, Doctor Watson,
are intending to study the life of the high society,
and then write about it in your stories.
- I'm sorry, madam, but-- - Unfortunately, madam,
I had no other alternative.
I have been commissioned
to recover this immensely important document.
I must therefore ask you, madam, to hand it to me.
You're insulting me, Mr. Holmes.
Come, come, madam, it is of no use.
Give up the letter,please.
- The butler shall show you out. - Madam!
If you ring, then all my earnest efforts to avoid a scandal will be wasted.
Give up the letter and all will be set right.
If you tell me the truth, I may be able to help you.
Otherwise, I'll have to expose you.
I'm sorry, madam.
You are trying to intimidate me.
It is very unbecoming, gentlemen,
to come here and treat a lady in this manner.
I know of your visit to Eduardo Lucas, of your giving him this document,
of your return
to his house last night, and the ruse you used
to retrieve the letter from the hiding place under the carpet.
You will feel much better if you sit down.
- You are mad, Mr. Holmes. - Sit down, madam.
He will not speak until you sit down.
- I am telling you this as a doctor. - Thank you.
The policeman has recognized you.
I insist,
that you are under some absurd illusion.
Is Mr. Trelawney Hope at home?
He is expected, sir, any minute now.
Very well.
We shall wait.
Oh, spare me, Mr. Holmes! Spare me!
Don't tell him!
Give me the letter.
It is there.
Here it is.
I wish to Heaven I had never seen it!
Well.
How can we return it?
Elementary,Holmes We need to put it back
in the wooden case.
Simply brilliant. Bravo, Watson!
- Where is the case? - In the bedroom.
Quick, madam, bring it here!
I hope, Watson,
that you will never write about this case,
where we didn't exactly demonstrate quickness of wit.
You did,actually.
No, the circumstances were always ahead of us.
We were like two rolling billiard balls on our way to the pocket.
- How did you open it before? - I took the key from my husband.
He didn't know about it, though.
That's not good.
- Do you have a hairpin? - Yes.
Give it to me, please.
Here it is.
Sometimes, with just a hairpin
you can learn secrets of the state.
Please!
So, my friend, Doctor Watson decided not to write any stories about you.
Maybe only poetry.
I have never written any poetry,
even when I was courting Mrs. Watson.
You should have done that, my friend.
I am very grateful to you, mister Holmes.
How much do I owe you?
Lady Hilda,we are taking a big risk covering up your conduct in the case.
As a reward,you must tell me
why you did that.
Eduardo Lucas pursued me for a long time.
Ever since the time when my husband was an envoy in Berlin.
I was careless enough to receive him at my place on several occasions.
My husband knew him very well, too.
The last favor that I did for him in Germany
was purchasing
of some hydraulic press in my name
which was somehow secretly sent to England.
Several days ago Lucas has come to London,
where we met at his insistence.
Lucas threatened to name me as a German spy, disgrace me in public,
and publish all letters we exchanged
unless I bring him a certain document he described.
It was that letter.
Lucas assured me that no harm would come to my husband as a result
and it would even reduce the tension in my spouse's business affairs.
Put yourself in my position, Mr. Holmes!
What was I to do?
Tell your husband everything.
I could not, Mr. Holmes, I could not! So I committed a theft.
I used my husband's keys to open the case,
stole the letter, and took it to Godolphin Street.
What happened there, madam?
As he let me in ,
I left the door open behind me,
for I feared to be alone with the man.
I remember seeing a woman standing outside the house as I entered.
I handed him the document.
Lucas gave me the documents, concerning the purchase of the press
and our letters.
At this instant there was a sound at the door.
I heard steps in the corridor. Lucas quickly lifted the carpet,
and put the document into some hiding place there
What happened after, was like some nightmare.
I still remember a woman's face and her voice, when she screamed in German:
"My waiting was not in vain. At last, I have found you with her!"
I saw him with a chair in his hand, a knife gleamed in hers.
I ran from the house,
and only next morning I learned of the murder from the papers.
I was watching the Lucas place for a while
thinking of ways to retrieve the letter.
Last night I managed to get it back.
You already know how it happened.
I brought it back with me, and thought of destroying it...
Dear God, I hear my husband's steps at the stairs!
Madam!
Mister Holmes!
Any news, Mr. Holmes?
Yes, and they're quite good.
Thank heaven!
The Prime Minister is having lunch with us.
He has nerves of steel, and yet I know that he has hardly slept
since this terrible event.
Jacobs, will you ask the Prime Minister to come up?
Mr Holmes, Dr Watson,my wife Lady Hilda Trelawney Hope.
I fear that this is a matter of politics,darling.
We will join you in a few minutes.
In the dining room.
- Mister Holmes! - The Prime Minister of Great Britain,
sir Thomas Bellinger.
Sir,I have investigated the matter
at every possible angle, and I came to believe
that there is absolutely no reason to be worried.
But that is not enough, Mr. Holmes.
We cannot live on the top of a volcano.
Thank you.
We must know for certain.
Sit down, gentlemen.
The more I think of the case, the more convinced I am
that the letter has never left this house.
Mr. Holmes!
If it had, it would certainly have been made public by now.
But why should anyone
steal it and then hide it in the very same house?
I am not convinced that anyone did steal it.
Then how could it leave the case?
I am not convinced that it ever did leave the case.
Gentlemen,this joking is very ill-timed.
You have my assurance that it's not in it.
Surely, it is easy to find out.
Let us have the case brought in.
Jacobs!
Bring here my wooden case from the bedroom.
This is a farcical waste of time, but if nothing else will satisfy you,
it shall be done.
Have you examined the case since then?
No. It was not necessary.
You could possibly have overlooked it.
Who knows?
I presume, there are other papers there.
- It may have got mixed with them. - It was on the top.
Someone may have shaken the case and displaced it.
No! No! I have checked everything!
Thank you, Jacobs, put it here.
You may go.
Here it is, gentlemen.
And this is the key.
These are the papers, as you see.
Letter from Lord Merrow.
Report from Sir Charles Hardy.
Memorandum from Belgrade.
Note on the Russian-German grain taxes.
Letter from Madrid.
Note from Lord Flowers.
Good heavens! What is this? Lord Bellinger!
This is the envelope.
And the letter is intact.
- Hope, I congratulate you. - Thank you!
Thank you! What a weight off my shoulders!
I always believed in you, Hope!
Where is my wife? I must tell her that all is well.
Go ahead.
Hilda! Hilda!
Mister Holmes!
Are you absolutely sure this letter never left the box?
I am sure that this case is closed.
And I would never dare, Prime Minister,
to waste your precious time
with tales about my professional secrets.
Not only you, politicians,
have secrets.
We, detectives, have them, too.
Thank you,gentlemen.
The company of the royal field engineers was here,
and they have installed a portable telephone.
Here it is, Mr Holmes. No mail during the last few days.
A young man with a bandaged hand came by.
Here is his business card. Hydraulic Engineer Victor Hatherley.
He brought you this newspaper,
and asked me to show you these photographs
in the crime section,of Mr. Lucas and Mrs. Furnier,
and asked me to tell you:
"It is them!"
That is all, Mr Holmes. What would you like me to do next?
Bacon and eggs for me and Doctor Watson.
- Yes, sir! - And, Smith!
Yes?
Teach me how to use this thing.
I can do it. Go on, Smith, We're very hungry.
Yes, sir!
Hold it!
The central.
The central!
Mycroft Holmes' residence, please.
They say that he is at the Palace.
The Palace, please.
Mycroft!
The day has passed in vain.
Watson and I haven't had much to do today.
No, the letter was in the case.
Hatherley found the counterfeiters all by himself
in the "Sunday Times."
Doctor Watson and I,we cannot go back to the good old days.
No, I am going back to the country.
I will come by your place to pick up the oil pump and the filters
for my neighbor in Sussex.