Sherlock Holmes and the Woman in Green Page #2

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In this case. The murderer

chooses his victims

from all walks of life

and from different

sections of the city.

No. My dear fellow.

This is not the work

of a homicidal maniac.

It's something

infinitely more sinister.

You're giving

me the creeps.

What on earth are

you talking about?

Watson. I'm convinced

that these murders

are only incidental

to some larger and

more diabolical scheme.

That may be. But

why the severed fingers?

The answer to that

question. My dear fellow.

Is our only hope of

solving these mysteries.

Dear Sister. I am so happy

I had such a lovely

Holiday at Brighton

with you and Alph.

And I'm looking forward

to being with you again.

Poor little thing.

Sort of raises a

lump in your throat.

I can picture

her sitting here

happily writing

this letter

and not a bit realizing

that she's shortly

going to her death.

Hello.

Gregson.

Oh. There you are.

Mr. Holmes.

I've been looking

for you everywhere.

What's happened?

Murder in Edgeware Road.

Not half an hour ago.

Woman?

Yes. And the right

forefinger cut off clean.

(Newspaper vendor

hawking his paper)

Morning Paper,

all about the murder,

Paper, horrible murder.

Another young woman

found murdered, paper sir.

Korrible murder, paper,

paper, read all about it.

On me fancy. Mum.

There's been another of

those horrible murders.

Dear. Dear. How shocking.

Yes. Mum.

I really don't feel

quite safe here myself.

(Doorbell)

Oh. Dear.

Why. Sir George!

I must see

Miss Marlow at once.

I don't know if she's...

I must see her.

Where is she?

Lydia.

Why. Sir George!

What is it. What happened?

I don't know.

You'll have to help me.

You've got to help me!

But I don't understand.

Listen. I woke up

a few minutes ago

in a cheap

boardinghouse

off Edgeware Road.

I don't know

how I came there.

I don't know when.

The last thing I remember

is being here with you.

Calm yourself. Sir George.

When did I leave here?

Well. It was

about. Uh. Uh...

It was 10:
45.

Mum. Precisely.

You seemed.

Forgive me.

Just a little

bit distressed.

Detached. Not interested.

I thought I'd said

something to offend you.

I don't remember.

I can't remember.

Tell me. Has this

happened to you before?

Before?

Well. There

is such a thing as

amnesia. you know?

If it was 10:
45

when I left you.

It was 9:
00 this

morning when I woke.

Over ten hours lost.

Ten hours that

I can't account for.

And in my pocket

when I awoke. I found.

Here in my pocket.

(Doorbell)

That... that isn't...

Oh. It's not

for you. Of course.

It can't be.

Excuse me. Mum.

But there's a man asking

to see the gentleman.

Send him away.

Yes. Mum.

No. No. No. Please.

I'll see him.

Well?

Delightful room.

Not much like the place

you woke up

in this morning.

You followed me here?

Yes.

Are you a detective?

Oh. No.

Quite the contrary.

Don't be afraid.

Sir George.

You know my name?

Oh. yes.

A very old and

highly-honored name.

And being the

bearer of such a name.

And also a

very wealthy man.

I thought you

might care to possess

yourself this trifle.

Rather than

let it fall into the

hands of the police.

It's yours.

If I'm not mistaken.

The initials "GF"?

Where did you get this?

It came out

of your pocket.

I saw it fall.

But you never noticed.

You were very busy.

Bending over something.

With a knife.

Then you put

something in your pocket.

Come along. Holmes.

Come along. Come along.

How many more times

must I tell you.

You're missing a treat.

This is delicious.

Little jam

tarts to follow.

Aren't you tempted?

Hmm.

You and your fish Watson.

They tell me that fish

is good for the brains.

Brains. I haven't any.

You realize that a day.

A whole day and a

night have gone by

since that bestial

affair in Edgeware Road?

I'm as much in

the dark as ever.

Hello. Here comes a client

unless I'm very

much mistaken.

Well. Attractive.

very attractive.

Obviously. She left home

under the stress of

some very great emotion.

How do you know that?

She isn't

wearing any gloves.

A startling omission on

a young lady of fashion.

Well. She didn't

put her coat on.

Open car. Too.

Furthermore. There's

something in that bag

she wants to show me.

What makes you say that?

The bag doesn't

match her dress.

And again. It

was picked for size

rather than style

to accommodate

some bulky object.

You amaze me Holmes.

Elementary my dear fellow.

Well. That's interesting.

What is?

That cab.

At the empty house.

I wonder why he's

followed her here?

Well wouldn't you?

Watson. Give

me the glasses.

(Knock on the door)

Well we shall soon know.

Yes Mrs. Hudson?

It's a young lady

sir. Most urgent.

Ask her to come in.

Go right in. Miss.

Mr. Holmes?

Yes. This is my

friend. Dr. Watson.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Mr. Holmes. you must

excuse me. Please. I...

Yes. Well.

Won't you sit down?

Come along.

May I?

It's quite alright.

Now. Try to control

yourself. Miss Fenwick.

you're with friends.

You know my name?

No magic. I assure you.

I've often seen

your picture.

You're the daughter of

Sir George Fenwick.

Aren't you?

Yes.

It's about my

father that I...

What about your

father. Ms. Fenwick?

Oh. I don't

know what to do.

He's always been the

nicest. Dearest person.

Only since Mother died...

Yes. yes. We know.

So I didn't think

anything of it

when he was away

the night before last.

But he didn't come home

until yesterday

at teatime.

Didn't come in

for dinner at all.

Just paced up and

down in the library.

Hour after hour.

I begged him to let me in.

But he wouldn't!

Steady. Steady.

Now. Take your time.

I couldn't sleep

a wink last night.

Then I started

hearing things.

Hearing things.

What sort of things?

I heard someone

in the garden

underneath my window.

Then I saw a figure moving

down the garden path.

And I recognized

my father.

Stealing through his

own garden like a thief.

He had a spade

in his hand.

And he stopped

by the greenhouse

where he started to dig.

This morning at daybreak.

I strolled on

to the garden.

And found this.

A finger.

A human finger.

Ring up Scotland Yard.

Will you. Watson?

Ask them to get a hold

of Inspector Gregson.

And tell him to

meet us at once at

Sir George Fenwick's

house in Kingston.

Operator?

Give me

Scotland Yard. Quick!

Where's my

father. Norris?

He's still in the

library. Miss.

Thank you. We'll

see him right away.

Will you come

with me. Please?

Thank you.

I got your message.

Mr. Holmes.

Yes. Indeed.

Dad. May I come in?

Dad?

That's funny.

He doesn't answer.

Do you mind?

Please do.

Thank you.

Watson. Quick!

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