Dressed to Kill

They say you could

get out of here

by merely telling

what you know.

You may or may not be

another Scotland Yard bloke

but I'll give you the same

answer I gave the others.

I still have two years,

eight months and six days left

in which to make

musical boxes

that will be sold

at auction

for the benefit of this

delightful sanctuary.

And I intend to

sell them.

Move along.

And now we come to the next object

on our list, or I should say objects

because there are

three of them.

Now ladies and gentlemen these can

be bought together or separately.

Now these beautiful little musical

boxes only arrived this morning

and I didn't intend to put them

on the auction block until later

but I'm going to

sell them now.

So good friends, as our old pal

Mark Anthony used to say,

"lend me your ears

and what do you hear?"

Right,

the beautiful tinkle,

tinkle of a musical box.

What a lovely trinket.

What a beautiful gift,

created and made

by loving hands.

A thing of beauty

and utility.

I was going to start

with five pounds.

It's a bargain for

five pounds.

Do I see any hands?

Is there a connoisseur in the house

who'll go three pounds for it?

Two pounds?

One pound?

Ten shillings?

Ten?

Thank you, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen,

ten shillings is offered

for a musical box

you couldn't buy anywhere in London

for less than five pounds.

It's a bit of a stealing to

let it go for ten shillings,

like taking milk

from a baby.

All right, we start

with ten shillings.

Ten shillings,

ten shillings is offered.

Ten shillings is offered.

Ten shillings is offered.

Does anybody want to

give me one pound?

Anybody one pound?

Won't somebody

give me a pound?

A pound, one pound

is offered, one pound.

ladies and gentlemen

one pound.

The offer is against you, sir.

Will you go to two pounds?

Will you go to two pounds, sir?

Two pounds.

Two pounds is offered.

Two pounds offered

going once,

twice,

third and the last call.

Sold to the gentlemen

for two pounds.

Sorry, my dear.

Now ladies and gentlemen comes

the opportunity to purchase

an exact duplicate of the

beautiful little musical box

just bought by this gentleman

for the ridiculous low price

of two pounds.

Now, it's exactly the same.

Exactly the same.

Made by the same hands.

You hear that?

Isn't that lovely.

That tinkle, tinkle,

tinkle, tinkle.

Sounds like

bow bells to me.

You know, with little angels

pulling on the ropes.

Who will give me

two pounds for it?

Who will start me

with two pounds?

Will anybody start

me with two pounds?

Oh come, come ladies

and gentlemen,

if you offer more enthusiasm we might

all be Scotland instead of London.

Please buy it for me,

Daddy.

Two pounds?

Certainly not.

We all might be

in Scotland.

Besides I don't like

his manner.

One pound,

ten shillings.

One pound.

One pound is asked.

One pound?

One pound is offered.

One pound is offered.

Going, one pound.

In advance.

Going once, going twice,

the third and

the last call.

Sold to the lady

for one pound.

Smart bidding,

my dear.

Thank you.

We come to the third

and last

of these beautiful

little musical boxes.

Exactly the same tinkle,

tinkle. Isn't that lovely?

Ladies and gentlemen

I don't bring you here

to gull you

and swindle you,

this is the exact replica of

those two I just sold before.

We're closed.

But this is extremely

important.

Come in, sir.

Come in.

I'm sorry to disturb you

but I was

unfortunately delayed

from arriving in time to

bid on certain articles,

which I was rather

anxious to obtain.

Well, perhaps they

weren't sold, sir.

We are carrying

several things over.

What might the

articles be, sir?

Three identical musical

boxes about so large.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir,

but they were sold.

Pitty you weren't here

to bid on them.

They didn't bring anything

like their real value.

I'm most anxious

to obtain them.

I wonder if your records

would show

who the purchases were?

Oh, we don't usually give

out that information, sir.

For certain, shall we say,

sentimental reasons

I'm most anxious to get in

touch with the purchasers.

I'd be willing to pay,

shall we say,

five pounds.

Well for certain

sentimental reasons, sir,

we'd be very

happy to oblige.

Alfred, today's sales,

the three musical boxes.

The musical boxes, oh.

Ah, here we are.

The first purchased for two pounds by

Mr. Julian Emery, 52 Portland Square.

- Write these addresses down, Alfred.

- Yes, sir.

Second, didn't leave

any name.

Well, how unfortunate.

I think she's a dealer.

You see, they don't like us to know

where the things are going.

On account of the profits.

You say the second purchaser,

there was a woman,

can you give me a

description of her?

Oh, she was a young woman,

fairly tall, slender,

a light complexion

and dark hair,

- and she was wearing a...

- A gray suit, don't you remember?

- That's right.

- She probably runs a gift shop.

She paid one pound.

You say she comes here

fairly frequently?

No, I didn't say so

but she does, sir.

Likely, she'll come in

on Thursday.

We have sales on

Monday's and Thursday's.

Ah.

And the third box?

The third, oh, a Mr. William Kilgour,

143B Hampton Way.

For ten shillings.

Quite a drop

from two pounds.

Mr. Kilgour was

a Scotchman.

Well, thank you.

You've been most helpful.

Thank you, sir

and anytime your

passing drop in.

We always have

lovely things for sale.

- Our card, sir.

- Thank you.

I'll be back Thursday.

Her message

reached us too late.

The musical boxes

have been sold.

Well, let's get out of here.

Some day

you'll go too far.

Reaching for a star,

you fool.

Yet a fool may touch a star,

Colonel Cavanaugh

if he reaches high enough.

But not possess it

as you would.

The musical boxes

they've been sold?

What a pity for you,

my dear Colonel.

Is it my fault that the message

reached us only an hour ago?

Is it my fault that

they were sold?

She can't hold me

responsible for that.

Hope for your sake

you're right.

"They will call upon you tonight

at a quarter till eight,"

a gentleman it is

asked to consult you

"upon a matter of the

very deepest moment."

Remember that letter,

Holmes?

It was written

over two years ago.

Very interesting case.

Devilishly interesting.

Humph, Irene Adler,

what a striking

looking woman

from the brief glance

I had of her.

Seems only yesterday.

What charm.

What poise.

And what a mind.

Sharp enough and

brilliant enough

to outwit the great

Sherlock Holmes himself.

I take it that the new issue

of the Strand Magazine is out,

containing another of

your slightly lurid tales.

It is indeed.

And what do you

call this one?

I call it "A Scandal in Bohemia".

Not a bad title, huh?

Hmm. If you must

record my exploits

I do wish you would put less

emphasis on the melodramatic

and more on the intellectual

issues involved.

More on the inte... what

do you mean by that?

Well, I do hope you've given

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