Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Weapon Page #4

wharf rat.

You've been in

jail, ain't ya?

How you know?

I've heard from

the blighter

what left you to

swing instead of him.

You know who

I'm mean matey.

I know.

I'll have to kill him.

Would it be worth

ten pounds to you?

You know where he live?

For ten pound I know.

I only got two.

Goodbye matey

Five.

Ten pounds or nothing

you lying heathen.

You dirty...

Well it ain't

so much to ask,

for what you

want to know.

You make good bargain.

That does it.

Well?

You remember

Angel's Court.

Huh.

Then follow your nose

through the alley

till you come to Jed

Brady's Carpenter Shop.

He can tell you where

the blighter is

at this very moment.

You come too.

Me?

If you lie.

All right, mister.

I'll come along with you.

Easy matey, easy.

Follow me.

Please governor.

I hadn't had nothing

to eat for two days.

Ah, go away.

Who's there?

Peg leg.

Who's this bloke?

He's a bloodthirsty

heathen

but has good money to

spend for information.

What's he want to know?

He give me five pounds

to bring him to someone

what could tell him

the whereabouts

of you know who.

You no tell me

I cut two throat.

Cost you another fiver.

Five pound more, eh?

You pay him?

Me?

Come on you.

Come on pay him.

I'll tell you

all right I will,

the truth and

that's a fact.

The blight is in

Davey Jones' locker

and feeding the

fishes he is,

deader than a

blinking mackerel.

Now ain't that

worth a fiver?

I tell you he's alive.

And I say he's been

dead these many years.

You're lying.

Easy there Jack Brady.

I would say

you were wrong

and Mr. Sherlock

Holmes was correct.

Good evening

Professor Moriarity.

Welcome, Holmes.

My men have the

instructions

to bring anybody here

who inquires for me.

They haggled

while I watch,

an admirable

disguise by the way.

It fooled them completely.

Of course it

didn't fool me.

I never intended

that it should.

I meant only that

it should bring us

face to face.

Just like old times, eh?

The battle of wits of

superior intellects.

I may say I've

been expecting you

since I made off with

your precious Dr. Tobel.

And his code.

Ah yes.

And his code.

But valuable

as your doctor

and his code are

to my business

I think my main

interest in this affair

is the chance it gives me

to battle with you again.

Moriarity,

this is no simple crime

that you contemplate.

It's a staggering blow

against your own country.

That doesn't

concern me overly.

I should make greater

profits from this affair

than all my other

adventures put together.

Then you refuse?

Oh, most assuredly.

In fact,

I intend to insure the

success of this venture

tonight by liquidating

you, Mr. Holmes.

I think that is the

American phrase.

Quite.

You are the one man

intelligent enough

to stand in my way.

Huh, a gun.

Oh, come now.

This is not the

Professor Moriarity,

the master criminal

I once knew.

A dock rat could

do as much.

Did you think I was going

to shoot you, Mr. Holmes?

Oh, oh.

Dear me no.

This is simply to prevent

a troublesome scene.

I expected you,

and made full

arrangements.

You see my good

Mr. Holmes,

these shelves lift out

and you will rest

somewhat uncomfortably

in the false bottom

of this sea chest.

My sailor friend,

Jack Brady,

goes to sea immediately.

Once out of

sight of land

he pushes the

chest overboard.

Tie him up.

Perhaps your good

friend, Dr. Watson,

can entitle

this adventure,

the end of

Sherlock Holmes.

He will be disappointed.

He intended to call it

the end of

Professor Moriarity.

Hurry.

Aye, sir.

Brilliant man

Sherlock Holmes.

Too bad he was honest.

That one-legged man,

he takes Mr. Holmes

right to that

carpenter shop.

He knocks on the door.

A man comes out

and in they go.

Thank you, George.

We'll take over the watch.

Good night, Dr. Watson.

Good night.

What does Mr. Holmes

hope to accomplish

by this masquerade?

He hopes to

frighten Moriarity

into rushing Tobel into

another hiding place.

Moriarity's dead,

I tell you.

Look out.

Over here, quick.

Hey, just a minute.

Who's there?

What have you got there?

Who's asking?

Scotland Yard.

Scot...

governor, I'll

show you me papers.

There you are, governor.

I'm Jack Brady,

ship's carpenter.

Shipping out tonight

in the convoy,

destination unknown.

Me pal here is helping

me get the chest aboard.

Make him open

it, Lestrade.

Yes, or course.

All right governor,

see for yourself.

There is nothing

here, doctor.

Just a couple of

simple seafaring men.

All right get on with it.

Thank you governor.

Come on, now.

Easy does it.

Right there.

Good night, my lordships.

Told you it was a

lot of nonsense.

I don't understand.

That thing must

weight a ton.

Look at that

man staggering.

Do you know

something, doctor.

A few tools wouldn't

take that much energy.

We've just looked inside.

On the top only.

There might be

a false bottom.

Hey you, you stop there.

Stop or I'll shoot.

Great Scott, Holmes.

Well I'll be blowed.

You're not hurt.

No,

but you needn't have

yelled at them so abruptly.

Huh?

They dropped

me on my head.

Oh.

Moriarity would have

been delighted.

So Professor

Moriarity is alive.

Alive and in possession

of Dr. Tobel's code.

No point going back,

they've all gone.

Then what are

you going to do?

Well first I'm going to

wash this filthy

stuff off my face

and then I'm going to

see Miss Eberli again.

I've got to

find some clue

to the content of

Dr. Tobel's message.

Come on quick.

I only got one

glimpse of the note

while he was

preparing it.

He was seated

at this desk?

No, he was sitting

on the couch

when he wrote the message

but he sealed the

envelope here.

The message was written

in ink with this pen?

No he used a pencil.

This one.

Thank you.

He used this writing pad?

Yes.

Has it been used since?

No.

It should be here.

It must be here.

What, Mr. Holmes.

The lead in this

pencil is hard,

hard enough to

make an impression

on the course

fibers of which

this paper is made.

Impressions at the

moment are invisible.

If we immerse

this sheet

in the solution

of florescent salts,

dry it and then

photograph it

by ultraviolet light

the fibers broken

by the writing

will absorbed less

of the solution

than other parts

of the paper.

Switch off the

lights, Watson.

We place the slide

in the projector

and turn on the light.

The broken fibers

appear darken

than the rest

of the paper

and therefore visible.

Splendid, Holmes.

Now I recognize that code.

Do you remember a case

we had some years ago?

It's partly the same,

alphabet

substitution code.

Yes, Watson.

I believe Dr. Tobel

meant to communicate

with us by that means.

Substitution of

the alphabet.

I don't understand.

My dear, one of the

oldest codes in use

is based on the

repetition of figures.

E is a letter most used

in the British language

therefore the single

most used probably

in this message is e.

T-a-o-I-n.

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