Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Weapon Page #3

I regret gentlemen.

I cannot change

my decision.

I shall work

independently.

Can't you persuade

him, Holmes?

But supposing something

should happen to

you, Dr. Tobel.

You know, there's

already been

one attempt

on your life.

And if Holmes'

suspicions are right?

Quiet, Watson.

There is no use

discussing it, gentlemen.

My mind is made up.

Scotland Yard

will redouble

the guard about

you doctor.

In fact we'll

quadruple it.

That is just what I do

not wish done, inspector.

That would only

draw attention

to my activities.

Good day gentlemen.

Just the same I'll have

my men watching him

every moment from now on.

No, no, Wait Lestrade.

We must not

offend Dr. Tobel.

We must remember that he,

as a citizen

of Switzerland,

is under no obligation

to give us his invention.

We must do as he asks.

Now don't you

agree, Holmes?

But sure, Sir Reginald.

I'm not officially

connected with the government

and I intend to

remain on the case.

Good, good.

That is if Inspector

Lestrade doesn't mind.

Not at all, Mr. Holmes.

We're always glad to

have you hanging around.

Thank you.

You can put those

away now, Lestrade.

Hoffner, I am

entrusting this to you

because first of all you

are a Swiss and second

there is no doubt in my

mind of your ability.

I am honored Dr. Tobel.

I have divided the

mechanism of my invention

into four units.

Each is meaningless

without the others.

You have delivered

the other three.

Yes.

No one but myself

knows the identity

of the four scientists

working on the four units.

Their names are not even

known to each other.

I think I understand.

From what you tell me

it will be easy to reproduce

the unit assigned to me

at any quantity you wish.

I knew I could

rely on you.

I will get in

touch with you

as soon as I have made

the rest of my

arrangements.

No, no, no.

The back door if you

please, Professor Hoffner.

Au vaus.

Au vaus.

Hello.

Yes, Lestrade.

Oh.

Very well.

What is it, Holmes?

Just as I feared.

Lestrade's men report

that Tobel is missing.

Missing?

Yes, I was afraid of this.

How long has he

been missing?

Practically since he

walked out of your

office yesterday.

If he'd only given the

address of this place

I shouldn't

have had to

waste so much

time finding it.

Empty.

The bomb sight's gone.

I didn't expect to find

here, Sir Reginald.

This is a pretty mess.

If you knew this

was going to happen

why the devil didn't you

do something about it?

You can rely on Holmes

implicitly, Sir Reginald.

Tobel is gone and heaven

alone knows where.

It serves me right

for listening to that

half-brained idea of his,

Dismissing Lestrade's

men and they went

leaving him here

alone and unguarded.

Holmes, if anything

has happened to Tobel,

if his invention

falls into the

hands of Germany,

it will be a major

disaster for England.

Christmas wrapping.

He did his

Christmas shopping

in plenty of time.

Yes, curious.

Do you, do you note

something, Holmes?

Scent.

Perfume.

Yes.

I noticed it the moment

we entered the room.

Claire de Luna.

One of the rarer essences

and very expensive.

That woman again.

Undoubtedly.

Get me Inspector Lestrade.

Sherlock Holmes calling.

So Holmes is

finally stumped.

First time I've heard

him call for help.

Call for help indeed.

He's only just beginning

his investigation.

Lestrade?

This is Holmes.

Check the records

and place a call

made on my private

telephone of Bakers Street

approximately

twelve o'clock

on the night of Dr.

Tobel's arrival in London.

Finally stumped,

hey Sir Reginald.

Yes, Lestrade?

Wait a minute.

Charlotte Eberli,

St. George's Street,

Flat B.

Excellent, Lestrade.

Thank you.

Where is Dr. Tobel?

I can't tell you.

You mean you

won't tell me?

I don't know.

How many

Christmas packages

did you take to

him, Ms. Eberli?

Five.

He dismantled

his bomb sight

and packed the units

in four of the boxes.

Is that correct?

Pardon me.

Hello.

Yes.

This is Miss Eberli.

Why, why someone

must have stolen it.

On Richmond Bypass?

Yes.

Yes, I'll arrange

to have it removed.

Yes.

At once.

Now I can be frank

with you, Mr. Holmes.

Dr. Tobel has

disappeared.

They found my car on

Richmond Bypass wrecked.

I loaned it to

him last night.

For what purpose,

Miss Eberli?

He wouldn't tell me,

but he said that

if anything should

happen to him

I was to give you this.

Holmes?

Then he must have

expected something.

Yes.

This envelope has been

opened and resealed.

But that is in impossible.

It hasn't been

out of my hands.

What?

Why that's not

the message.

It isn't even

the same paper.

I saw Dr. Tobel draw

little sets of figures.

What kind of figures?

Well they, they looked

like little dancing men.

Dancing men?

That's curious.

Who's been in this

apartment since Dr. Tobel

entrusted that

envelope to your care?

Why no one.

I've had no visitors.

Think.

Possibly a tradesman.

No.

Only the one for

a few minutes.

And that one?

A workman.

He came to fix

my light switch.

He couldn't

have possibly...

Did you send for him?

Why no.

My lights went out

and soon afterwards

he knocked at my

door and told me

the porter had

sent him up.

That's where he worked.

But he wasn't

alone in this room

more than five minutes

and he did fix

the lights.

They went on again.

The switch hasn't

been touched.

The paint still covers

the screw heads.

He simply threw the main

switch in the basement,

pretended to

work on this one

and after a few moments

an accomplice threw

the main switch back on.

But in those few minutes

- Did you get a

look at his face?

No, only a glance.

Now I realize he kept

his face averted.

But he was a large man?

Yes, he was large.

His eyes, heavy lidded,

a thin film

over the pupils.

And Holmes...

I remember now.

His eyes, they were

like a snake's.

Miss Eberli,

Dr. Tobel is being held

by one of the

most brilliant men

in the history of crime.

Come on, Watson.

There isn't a

moment to lose.

Goodbye Miss Eberli.

Goodbye Miss Eberli.

I don't see why I'm not

allowed to go with you.

You have your own

mission, Watson.

Yes, to take a sealed

note to Inspector Lestrade

while you search

through holes.

I shall not be

searching for him.

I shall permit him to

find me in the character

of a murderous lascar

once in his employ

and whom I may add

is still in jail.

Yes, but after

all these years.

Make no mistake, Watson.

This is not a

duel of intellects

or the cruel but

single-minded Gestapo killer.

This is our

greatest problem

with England as the stake

and our antagonist,

Professor Moriarity.

You've got to beat him.

Once he's behind bars

I think I shall

entitle my memoirs

of these adventures

the end of Moriarity.

An excellent

title, Watson,

but we must arrange

that it isn't Moriarity

who's left to

write the memoirs.

Huh?

Ramsing.

Ramsing?

Who know Ramsing?

I do, you blooming

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