Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Weapon Page #6

in spite of all

your torture

otherwise you wouldn't

be trying so desperately

to collect the four

sections of the bomb sight.

A keen observation,

my dear Holmes,

but observe further that

you are now in my hands

and I have profited

by my last mistake

by allowing underlings

to attend to you.

Holmes took my place

and while the Nazis

were inside with him

he instructed me to

attach a small apparatus

underneath their car.

He's a brilliant

fellow, Holmes.

I helped him prepare

the apparatus.

Did you really, doctor?

That is I poured

the luminous paint

when he told me to.

Very clever, Dr. Watson.

The apparatus drips

at regular intervals

leaving a trail

of luminous paint.

I see.

Leading us to Moriarity

and Mr. Holmes.

Why are you so

confident, Professor?

Only a suggestion.

But how do you know

that Scotland Yard

isn't waiting to break in

at this very moment?

I selected this address

with special care.

No one can find it,

not even Scotland Yard.

Relax, Mr. Holmes.

There's no escape.

And I'd suddenly

dash to the window

and break it open and

shout to a passerby.

There are no passersby.

The glass in the

window is unbreakable

and the room

is soundproof.

This is my

stronghold, Holmes,

equipped with all the

modern conveniences

of a successful man

in my profession.

Sit down.

They cleared

up again, sir.

I don't understand,

Lestrade.

It stopped

and then it started

and now it stopped again.

Maybe the apparatus

broke down.

Oh, a suggestion,

gentlemen.

At a crossroad back there

a car might have gone

over the spots of paint,

picked some up

on the tires

and left this false trail.

Just what

I was about to...

Just what I was about

to suggest myself.

Very well.

We'll try it.

Now Holmes,

what will it be?

The gas chamber,

a cup of hemlock

or just a simple bullet

through your brain?

You disappoint

me, professor.

Indeed.

Yes.

Somehow I always

thought that in the end

you'd prove to be just

an ordinary cutthroat.

You know me

better, Holmes.

Gas, poison, bullets.

I assure you, professor,

were our

position's reversed

I should have something

more colorful,

more imaginative to offer.

I'm satisfied to

be the winner.

I shall be alive.

Alive, yes,

the winner, no,

for in the last analysis

I shall have proved the

more resourceful man.

You didn't trap me here.

I came here because

I wanted to,

to prevent your

getting Hoffner

and all you can

do in return

is to commit

ordinary murder

to relieve your sense

of frustration.

And what, my

good Mr. Holmes,

could you have conceived

that would have been

so much more colorful?

Well even offhand

I can improve upon your

suggestions considerably,

but that's only

natural of course.

And what is this

brilliant idea of yours?

You know that a man dies

if he loses five

pints of blood?

Yes, of course you do.

I should have you placed

on an operating table,

inject a needle

into your veins

and slowly draw off

your life's blood.

The needle to the

last, ay, Holmes?

Slowly, drop-by-drop

the blood would be

drawn from your body.

You would be aware of

every exquisite second

to the very end.

You would be

watching yourself die

scientifically noting

every reaction

and in full possession

of your faculties.

Interesting.

Yes, isn't it.

I humbly submit,

professor,

that to the very end

I've been more

resourceful than yourself.

You've played

into my hands,

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Time and again I've

used this place

as a haven for

friends of mine

injured in alterations

with Scotland Yard.

I have a fully

equipped hospital here.

The trail goes this

way, inspector.

Drop by drop, Holmes.

Drop by drop.

Ahh, in a way

I'm almost sorry.

You were a stimulating

influence to me

but it was obvious that

I should win in the end.

Only a matter

of moments now.

Take Tobel down

to the boat.

Start the engine.

Closer to the end Holmes,

closer and closer.

Each second a few

more drops leave your

desiccated body

ending,

you can feel

me touch you.

You're perfectly

conscious

aren't you, Holmes?

I shall be conscious

long after you're

dead, Moriarity.

Ahh.

Still the same old

swaggering conceded

Sherlock Holmes.

Wait.

If Moriarity hears a shot

he'll kill Holmes.

You keep an eye

on the boat.

Don't make a move

till Dr. Watson

and I get inside.

Understand?

You wait here,

Professor Hoffner.

Come on doctor.

The water's this way.

Moriarity's rooms

must be up here.

I can't wait any

longer, Holmes.

You'll have to forgive

the crudity my friend.

This is only the

coups de gras.

Stay still, Moriarity.

You're done for.

Holmes!

On the contrary,

inspector,

my men are outside.

It's you who are done for.

Really?

Just take a look

out the window

and see for yourself.

He's trying to get

to the speedboat.

Yes, he won't go

without Tobel.

Wait.

Here's Dr.

Tobel, inspector.

He ain't too badly hurt.

Thank heavens for that.

Look after him

will you Hoffner?

I'll take him to the car.

Well I expected you

but not with my revolver.

You realize, of course,

when I was brought into

the room blindfolded

I heard the mechanism

of this door.

Of course.

And yet knowing

that I'd heard it

you planned this

way of escape.

Not very flattering to me.

Suicide my dear professor.

Not at all, my

dear Holmes.

You see this is not an

ordinary passageway.

Oh, my mistake.

It has been equally

well prepared

as the rest of my

humble quarters.

I have a trap set,

electric eye principle.

My passing through

will break the beam

and automatically open

the highly deceptive

trap door behind

me, of course.

My pursuer, meaning

you my dear Holmes,

will then be plunged

sixty feet into

the sewers below.

Holmes.

Holmes.

Poor Moriarity.

I neglected to warn him.

It seems some

careless person

came across his trap door

and left it open.

Come along, Watson.

Germany wanted the

Tobel bomb sight,

but will send her

thousands of them

in our airplanes.

Yes, thanks to

Mr. Sherlock Holmes

and to Mrs. Tobel.

And, of course,

Inspector Lestrade.

Oh well, that's

all right, Miss.

Things are looking

up, Holmes.

This little islands

still on the map.

Yes.

This fortress built

by nature for herself,

this blessed plot,

this earth, this realm,

this England.

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