Sherlock Holmes and the Woman in Green Page #3
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- 1945
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Oh. No. No. No. No!
Take charge of
Miss Fenwick. Please.
Come along with me.
Dead?
Yes.
What do you make
of it. Doctor?
Shot in the back.
Between the second
and third ribs.
The bullet undoubtedly
penetrated the heart.
Look at the powder
marks on his coat.
I was afraid of this.
What do you mean?
Don't you remember
the man in the cab
who followed Miss
Fenwick to Baker Street?
Well. you don't think
he had anything
to do with it. Do you?
Well. I think it's
reasonable to assume
that he tipped off someone
that I've been sent for.
Sir George has
obviously been murdered
to keep him from
telling me what he knew.
What was the weapon used?
Small caliber revolver.
Point-blank range by
the look of the wound.
The murderer came in
through those
French windows.
Look at the mud
from the garden
he brought in
on his boots.
Sir George must have
surprised the intruder
and crossed the
room to him here.
What follows.
We can't tell.
But from the
location of the wound.
I'd say that he turned
his back for a moment.
And as he turned.
The muzzle of
the revolver was
placed between his ribs
and one muffled
shot fired.
And you mean to
say he kept on going
even after he was shot?
There's no
doubt about it.
Look there.
us back to the desk.
There's something
Sir George was after.
Some thing.
I know. He was trying to
summon help. Poor chap.
I don't think so. Watson.
There's the bell pull
by the fireplace.
No. you'll notice from
the trail of blood
that Sir George
made straight
for this desk here.
I wonder...
there was something
he was desperately
anxious to get.
Hello? His right
hand is clenched.
That's perfectly natural.
The left hand lies open.
Why only one hand clenched
in the death agony.
The right hand. The
hand nearest the desk.
Please note that.
If Sir George took
something off this desk.
Something so important
that he spilled his last
drop of blood to get it.
I want to know what it is.
It's nothing but an
ordinary match folder.
Where does that lead us?
I imagine to something
very important. Gregson.
This match folder is
from Pembroke House.
Why shouldn't it be?
He was there. you know?
We saw him yesterday.
Yes. But the effort he
made after he was shot
to get hold of
this match folder.
It's just possible.
He wanted someone to
remember Pembroke House.
He may have wished to
recall it to someone
who saw him there.
Someone who...
like ourselves.
Saw him with a woman.
(Knock on door)
Come in.
Oh. Dr. Watson.
This came by hand
for Mr. Holmes
not ten minutes ago.
Thank you. Mrs. Hudson.
That would be the report
from Sir George's bank.
Oh. Really?
Don't you remember
his daughter told us
that he just
closed his account?
Had it looked
into at once.
He drew out his
entire balance in cash.
Nearly 10.000 pounds.
yesterday.
Just after that young
woman was murdered.
What does that
suggest to you. Watson?
That he paid
it out to someone.
Precisely.
I smell the faint.
Sweet odor of blackmail.
You don't think
he paid it out to someone
who saw him murder
the McLean woman?
Sir George never
murdered anyone.
But he did have
that woman's finger.
And he did have to
pay out a lot of cash.
That's the terrifying part
about blackmail. Watson.
The victim is afraid
to fight the accusation
no matter how false.
Once the
accusation is made.
The name is smeared.
And sometimes
his life is ruined.
Well. If Sir George
didn't commit
these murders.
What fiend did?
I rather think
they're not the
work of any one man.
Oh. Come Holmes. you
don't expect me to believe
there's a whole
organization going
about killing people
and chopping
off their fingers?
Well. It's possible.
Quite possible.
Well. Whoever's
behind all this thing
must be out of his mind.
On the contrary.
My dear fellow.
If my assumptions
are correct.
This little scheme
has behind it
the most brilliant
and ruthless intellect
the world has ever known.
You don't mean
Professor Moriarity?
I do.
Oh. Steady. Holmes. you've
got him on the brain.
This is the third time
in as many months
you've suspected him
of unsolved crimes.
He's dead. you know?
Is he?
You know he is.
He was hanged in Montevido
well over a year ago.
I heard that someone
was hanged in Montevido
under that name.
But I'll stake
my reputation
that Moriarity is alive
and here. Now. In London.
(Phone ringing)
Hello?
Yes...
Dr. Watson. Wait a minute.
Who. Me?
Well. yes.
This is
Dr. Watson speaking.
No. No. I'm
afraid I've retired.
I don't practice anymore.
What?
Oh. That's a
different thing.
An emergency case.
Well. Just a minute.
Yes.
Yes. Well. See that
she's not moved.
Remember that.
Don't touch her
'til I get there.
Fractured...
in McArthur Mews
heavy woman.
Dust.
Just the sort of person
who wouldn't hoist
herself up on a stool
to feed the canary.
There ought to be a
law against fat people
keeping little
dickey birds.
So long. Old man.
I shan't be very long.
Haven't used that bag
since I brought
little Amelia Watson
into the world.
She grew up to be a
very unattractive child.
Huh. Who wouldn't
with a name like Amelia.
Amelia. Huh.
Oh. Professor Moriarity.
Not that I wish
to appear inquisitive.
But to what am I indebted
to the pleasure
of this visit?
Scotland Yard
will be interested.
It's very
convenient for me
to have
Scotland Yard think
that I am still
dead in Montevideo.
I never dreamed
of fooling you.
Thank you.
The thought occurs
to me. Mr. Holmes.
That there are
some advantages
in living within the law.
You are very comfortably
fixed here. Aren't you?
As I get on in life.
The little comforts
appeal to me
more and more.
Oh. I beg your pardon.
Won't you sit down?
Thank you.
And now.
Professor Moriarity.
What can I do for you?
Everything that
I have to say to you
has already
crossed your mind.
And my answer has no
doubt crossed yours?
That's final?
What do you think?
I shall not rest
until you are hanged
for the finger murders.
You've no proof. you know?
No. Not a shred.
But I have you.
I could turn you
over to the police.
Here and now.
You could.
But if you did.
you'd never see
Dr. Watson again.
Oh. The telephone call?
Quite.
I rather assumed
you had taken
some such precaution.
Or I should have
snatched up a revolver
and indulged in
a fit of heroics
when you came in.
Very smart. Aren't you?
Not smart enough.
Or I should have
anticipated you.
But. If any harm
comes to Dr. Watson.
I shall seek you out.
I shall not rest
until I find you.
And when I do...
No harm will come to
Dr. Watson this time.
But I can't answer
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