Pursuit to Algiers Page #3

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Things can't be kept

quiet indefinitely.

Certain factions are

still fanatically loyal

to their royal line,

you know.

For enough money

the people will forget

there ever was

such a King.

And once we have the body...

Shh.

- Doctor?

- Hi.

Small gray plane,

two white stripes.

No!

It can't be true!

Holmes,

Holmes gone!

Dr. Watson?

I beg your pardon,

Dr. Watson?

What is it?

I'm sorry to

bother you, sir,

but there's a gentleman

quite ill in Cabin 7.

The captain asked if

you'd mind seeing him.

No, no, I can't

see anyone now.

Well, we have no

doctor aboard, sir.

I've retired from practice.

Well, the captain

requested it, sir.

The captain?

- Oh, where is he?

- If you'll just follow me.

It's the cabin

adjoining yours, sir.

Right this way, sir.

The doctor is here, sir.

Is it serious, doctor?

Oh, dear, dear, dear,

can't you see I'm busy?

Thank you, Sanford.

Holmes!

But the wireless said

your plane crashed!

No survivors!

- It was shot down, Watson.

- I don't understand.

I'm terribly sorry,

old fellow.

I meant you to

know the truth

at the earliest

possible moment,

but as you know,

I have a dislike of plans

made by other people.

They have a habit of

becoming too widely known,

and that convenient accident

of the original plane

merely confirmed

my suspicion.

- You mean you intended to take

the boat all along? - Certainly,

I made the arrangements

with the Prime Minister

while you were at

Baker Street packing.

Well, why didn't you

tell me?

Why let me make

a fool of myself?

You didn't make

a fool of yourself.

No one could

possibly have known

from your manner

in coming aboard

that our young friend

here and I

were lying hidden below

until the ship sailed.

Your Majesty!

You mean, your nephew,

Nikolas Watson.

What?

Oh, yes, yes, of course,

yes, yes, of course.

That's my nephew, Nikolas.

As I suspected,

old fellow,

our enemies acted

promptly and ruthlessly

and it's only a

matter of time

until they find the

wreckage of the plane

and discover

that we're not on it.

Well, let me explain

something, Holmes.

There's a woman on board

who carries a revolver

in her handbag.

She calls herself Dunham,

Miss Agatha Dunham.

If she's a she.

From the looks of it, I wouldn't be

surprised if it's a man dressed up.

Oh, it's not very

uncommon for a woman

traveling alone

to carry a revolver.

Yes, but there's

another thing, Holmes.

I just heard a very

suspicious conversation

between two men

in the smoking room.

Something about

a fanatical faction

and the body of a king.

Oh, hmm.

I had hoped my strategy might give

us breathing space for a day or two.

What do you propose to do,

Holmes?

I...I've made

arrangements to hand

Nikolas over to

his friends in Algiers,

the ships first stop.

They have the means to ensure the

completion of his journey and safety.

After which you

and Dr. Watson

will be able to continue with

your interrupted holiday.

After which we shall both

need some relaxation.

From the look of it, old

fellow, you've already started.

What do you mean, Holmes?

Along the lines of

relaxation, I mean.

Brunette, young, beautiful.

As a matter of fact

you're right,

but how did you know?

Brunette.

And I pay sufficient

credit to your good taste,

to take the

beautiful for granted.

singing Now, if a

Ha, ha, ha, delightful,

very delightful.

Now, how about that surprise

you said you had for me?

Oh, you'll see in time.

But first of all you must

keep your promise.

You said you'd sing, "Flow

Gently Sweet Afton" for me.

Oh, all right,

if you really want me too.

Oh, of course I do.

I wonder if you'd hand

me my music case, please?

Oh, here it is.

Oh, I may say!

So sorry.

That's all right.

- Hope I didn't hurt you?

- No, no.

Ah, here is my surprise.

May I introduce my nephew,

Mr. Nikolas Watson?

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

And my friend,

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

How do you do?

Oh, I...

Excuse me.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Excuse me.

Really, Watson, I've never

thought of myself as handsome,

but that's the

first time in my life

that a woman has run

away at the sight of me.

Hang it all, Holmes,

something must be wrong.

Obviously,

can I have a sherry?

- Please.

- No, thanks.

Did you tell her

I was on board?

No, no,

I just told her tonight

that I had a surprise for her.

That seems to be rather

an understatement.

- Two sherries, please.

- Yes, sir.

I don't understand it,

Holmes.

She seems too nice a girl.

She sings charmingly.

My dear fellow, musical talent

is hardly evidence of innocence.

As a matter of fact,

the late Professor Moriarity

was a virtuoso

on the bassoon.

Thank you.

Incidentally,

under no circumstances

is Nikolas to be left alone,

at any time or for any reason.

Oh, what are you

going to do, Holmes?

Normal, nothing.

I shall leave the first

move to my antagonists.

Cheers.

Good morning, everybody.

Good morning, my dear.

Not that it is a

very good morning.

Well, at least it's

mysterious and attractive,

not all dirty and sinister

like a London fog.

Blasted noise,

- kept me awake half the night.

- Oh, that's too bad.

Would you be interested in

a stroll around the deck?

- I'd like to but ah...

- Well, come along, then.

Watson, I think a walk

on the deck, is indicated.

Not for me...

Oh, yes of course,

nothing like a good hike

for the digestion.

That's funny,

they can't have gone far.

Can't see a thing.

Well, unless we

should get in touch

with someone

in authority at once.

I do know there should be

three bodies, not just one.

We were told to use our own

judgment about the best way to...

Pardon me, gentlemen,

have you by any chance

seen Ms. Woodbury and...

Sorry, we haven't.

That's very rude.

Nikolas?

Good morning, ducky.

Good morning, you're looking

depressingly healthy.

Rather.

Three-mile hike before

each meal, old boy.

I know,

good for the digestion.

You haven't by

any chance seen

Ms. Woodbury and

my nephew, have you?

Don't tell me you've lost

the dear boy.

The question is not

have I lost the dear boy,

but have you seen him?

Come, doctor

a- hunting we will go.

But I've already been this way.

You know, there's

something fascinating

about fog at sea.

Gets you just as wet.

It really is thick,

isn't it?

You can hardly see

the water.

It looks ominous.

Yes, doesn't it?

You're right about it

being wet.

You know, I have a feeling

my nose is a sight.

- It's a very pretty nose.

- Oh, liar!

Oh, look out.

Oh, well, thank you, I...

Isn't it lucky you were here?

Yes, isn't it?

You, you startled me.

I thought you were

deep in your chess game.

Oh, the lost is found, Doctor.

- Sorry, Holmes, it was a fog.

- Yes, so I observed.

It's colder out here

than I thought.

Come, my dear, a good brisk

hike will do you good.

I'm sure the Doctor

doesn't wish to continue

now that he's found

the dear boy.

It appears that someone

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