Dressed to Kill Page #7

Unless, of course, you care to turn over

the missing musical box

with your pledge to take no action

against us in the future.

I'm afraid that

will be impossible.

I thought that would

be your answer. Hamid!

Careful!

Careful, there's no need

to be unnecessarily rough

with our

distinguished guest.

You realize, Mr. Holmes,

that your demise will

not take place here,

the Corpus Delicti

you know?

Well, naturally.

Shall we go?

So fearfully awkward having

a dead body lying about.

Don't you agree,

Mr. Holmes?

Another dead body shouldn't

weigh too heavily

on your conscious,

Mrs. Courtney.

Do you mind if

I have a cigarette?

Why I don't see why not.

Be careful, Hamid.

It's the brakes,

they bind.

Thank you

Colonel Cavanaugh,

it's very

considerate of you.

You'll be happy to know,

Mr. Holmes,

that your death will

be a painless one.

Hamid,

attach this to the

motor of the taxi.

That little attachment,

my dear Mr. Holmes,

contains the deadly fluid

known as, monosulfide,

the Germans use it with

gratifying results

in removing

their undesirables.

Start the motor.

Tape his mouth.

Now, up with him, Hamid.

You find yourself like Muhammad's

coffin, Mr. Holmes,

suspended between

heaven and Earth.

Plenty of fuel

in the tank?

Good.

It would be too bad to

have anything go wrong

through so simple

an oversight.

Good afternoon.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

No, I'm Doctor Watson.

Oh, of course,

Doctor Watson.

How stupid of me.

Not at all,

it's stupid of me.

Won't you come in?

Well, I really came

to see Mr. Holmes.

Oh I'm afraid he's out. I don't know

when he'll be back.

Perhaps there's something

I can do.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

You know Sherlock Holmes

and I have been engaged

on a great many cases.

- Oh, really?

- Yes indeed.

As a matter of fact,

at this very moment we're involved in

one of the most baffling...

Well, won't you tell

me your trouble.

I may be able to help you.

That's very kind of you,

Doctor Watson,

perhaps if I wouldn't

be imposing too much...

Imposing?

Oh, it's no imposition,

no imposition at all.

A pleasure

I assure you now.

- Tell me all about it Miss...

- Miss Williams.

Mrs. Williams.

I live in Surrey,

Doctor Watson,

and I've come to London

on sheer desperation.

My only sister

has disappeared

and the local police seem

utterly unable to find her.

Well, Holmes and I solved a

case exactly like that once.

Very interesting as

far as I remember.

I called it

"The Adventure Of The

Solitary Cyclist."

Oh, sorry. Now I

come to think of it,

it wasn't so very similar,

entirely different now.

I can't figure

what I was saying.

Where were we?

She's only seventeen,

Doctor Watson

and until she

disappeared last Thursday

she seemed to be in

the best of spirits.

Well, possibly a

romantic entanglement.

Oh no, no,

nothing of the sort.

She left no note,

didn't even pack a bag,

no explanation,

she just started to

walk to the village

from our house in

broad daylight

and simply vanished from

the face of the Earth.

Oh there, there,

there, there.

Might I have a

glass of water?

Glass of water,

yes of course. Glass of...

I'll have one

in one minute.

There you are, my dear.

Thank you, Doctor Watson.

Now, now you're

not to cry anymore.

You must

pull yourself together.

I feel much better already knowing

that you're going to help me.

Oh, Doctor Watson, look!

Good heavens!

Get through, get through

the fire brigade, quickly.

Haven't you a

fire extinguisher?

By Jove, we have one,

in the kitchen.

Don't you worry,

Miss Williams

we'll have this thing out

in no time.

Now, that's got it.

Let's get some air.

Well, you see there was no need for

the fire brigade after all.

I hope you weren't too

frightened, Miss Williams.

Oh, gone.

That's the trouble

with women,

they always lose their

heads in an emergency.

Hello.

The musical box.

Great Scott!

Miss Williams!

Well?

Good.

And Holmes?

By now Mr. Holmes

has no doubt

exchanged his violin

for a harp.

Oh, well assuming that

heaven is his destination.

And now that we have

the missing musical box.

- Nineteenth note,

- Nineteenth note,

- nineteenth letter.

- nineteenth letter.

"S".

He hasn't been there

you say?

Holmes, where on earth

where have you been?

I've been trying to

get you at the club,

at Scotland Yard,

all over London.

You were looking for

me in the wrong places.

Holmes, a terrible

thing's happened.

I've been duped.

That woman,

- she made a complete fool of me.

- Well, what do you mean?

Well, she came here and

let off a smoke bomb.

I thought the whole

place was on fire

and my first thought was

to save the musical box.

No need to say anymore.

She has the box.

Yes.

Don't blame yourself

too much, old fellow.

She is an extremely

clever antagonist.

Smoke bomb you said?

Well, you can console

yourself with the thought

that your charming friend

is at least a reader of yours.

What do you mean?

If I remember correctly,

you wrote about my little experiment

with the smoke and the cry of fire

in the story you entitled

"A Scandal in Bohemia",

which has just appeared

in the Strand Magazine.

All right, all right, old boy,

don't rub it in.

It may cheer you up to know

that she made a fool of me too.

With that cigarette stub.

It was planted here for

one express purpose.

Do we have any bandaging

around this place?

Bandaging? What's the matter,

Holmes? You hurt?

Explanations will have

to wait until later,

at the moment we're

faced with a problem,

which I fear,

is insurmountable.

- Come over here, old boy, will ya?

- Right.

Now the opponents

are in possession

of all three parts

of the code

and here are we while the

Bank of England plates

pass into their

possession.

Cheer up, old fellow,

cheer up.

As Doctor Samuel

Johnson once said

"There's no problem the

mind of man can set

that the mind of

man cannot solve."

- What's that, old fellow?

- I was quoting Doctor Samuel Johnson,

- he said there is no...

- Thank you, Watson, thank you.

Leaving the front

reception room

we come into

the main hall

where Doctor Johnson was in the

habit of passing through

to have his meager meals in

the dining room opposite.

In company with his

friend and biographer,

James Bosvo.

We will now pass

up the stairway,

which remains in it's

natural wood finish.

Just as it was when the

good doctor was here.

The framed etching

on the wall

is believed to have been

presented to Doctor Johnson

by the distinguished painter,

Sir Joshua Reynolds.

I've been told here

that that picture

was given to him by

Mrs. Tarrel

and its definitely

not a Reynolds.

Is that important, my dear?

Oh, I'm sorry.

This way ladies and

gentlemen please, this way.

Move along children,

move along.

The secretary's

not on this floor.

Patience, Hamid.

- I have a feeling...

- My dear Colonel

with Sherlock Holmes out of

the way what could go wrong?

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