Sherlock Holmes and the Woman in Green Page #4

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for the future.

Mr. Holmes.

I should strongly advise

you to drop this case.

Don't be silly.

Think it over.

We've had many

encounters in the past.

You hope to place

me on the gallows.

I tell you. I shall never

stand up on the gallows.

But if you are

instrumental in any way

in bringing about

my destruction.

you will not be alive to

enjoy your satisfaction.

And we shall walk together

through the gates of

eternity hand-in-hand.

What a charming

picture that would make.

Yes. Wouldn't it?

And I really think

it might be worth it.

Shoelaces Governor.

Two pence a pair.

And strong enough

to hang yourself.

How many more

times must I tell you.

I don't want your filthy

shoelaces or your company.

Shoelaces. Governor?

Blasted impertinence.

Run along my good man.

Or I'll give you a charge.

Shoelaces. Governor?

Shoelaces. Governor?

For a poor bloke.

What's only got one arm?

Any luck with Mr. Holmes?

You can read

his obituary

in tomorrow's papers.

Oh. There you are.

Watson. Come in.

I was just going

out to look for you.

Look for me. What for?

I suppose you don't think

I know my way about.

Well. you're

right. I don't.

Blast all practical

jokers. Anyhow.

Know where I've been?

Oh a wild goose chase.

Exactly.

There's no such number

in McArthur's Mews.

Some fool's

idea of a joke.

Did you...

did you see anyone?

No. Nobody special.

Only a whining old

idiot selling bootlaces.

Persistent

beggar. Wasn't he?

Stuck to you

like grim death.

How do you know?

And finally

left you for someone

that looks like

Phillip the King.

Someone. My dear Watson.

Was Professor

Moriarity himself.

What?

He just called on me.

Moriarity here. And

you let him go?

But you must be

out of your mind.

Why?

Well. He bluffed

me into believing

that he was holding a

friend of mine as hostage.

Friend of yours. Who?

Oh. Nobody very important.

Just a fat. Lazy fellow.

Medical man. I believe.

Medical man.

Do I know him?

Ah. yes. I think you do.

Fellow by the

name of Watson.

Watson. Watson.

Never heard...

who. Me?

I'm afraid so. Old fellow.

Your street hawker's job

was to do away with you

under a

certain contingency.

And you let Moriarity

go because of me?

I had no choice.

I can't afford to

lose you. Old fellow.

Well. That's

very decent of you.

Old chap. I must say.

But I wish

you'd nabbed him.

We shall. Never fear.

I know the motive for

the finger murders.

All I have to find out

now is the method used

for the blackmail victims.

Method?

Yes.

How does Moriarity

get them to the

scene of the crime?

How does he plant those

severed fingers on them?

And how does he scare

them into believing that

they may have committed

those atrocious

murders themselves?

Curious.

Very curious.

Curious. What's curious?

That window in the empty

house across the street.

First floor front.

What's wrong with it?

It's open.

Why shouldn't it be open.

It wasn't open

half an hour ago.

I'll stake my

life on that.

Well that's not

our business?

Let it stay open.

I wonder if you'd

go over. Old fellow.

And see what's the matter.

Trespassing.

Against the law.

Very well.

I'll go myself.

Well. If you're going

to put it like that.

Ridiculous waste of time.

Going about

shutting windows

at this hour of the night.

Here. you better

take this torch.

Take what...

hmm. Dignified

job for a doctor.

Dr. Watson.

The torchbearer!

And what do

you propose to do.

Sit in a comfortable

chair. I suppose.

And read a good book.

That's a very good idea.

Hmm. very good idea.

While I play

night watchman.

you have a nice read.

Good night.

Have a good time.

What on earth is this for?

Oh. Umbrella stand.

Pretty little thing to

keep about the house.

Must have been a pet.

Rat probably.

While he sits comfortably

reading a book.

Humph!

(Sound of gunshot)

He killed Holmes.

He killed Sherlock!

Watson?

You?

But I saw him shoot

you a second ago!

Not me. My dear fellow.

Merely the bust

of Julius Caesar.

Incidentally. you

may have noticed

that all through the ages.

Prominent men

have prominent noses.

Oh. I'm afraid

we're in for

terrible trouble

again with Mrs. Hudson

window smashed. Plaster

all over the floor.

Get up. you.

Corporal Williams.

Middlesex Regiment.

Discharged from the Army

as physically unfit.

Hmm. Papers seem in order.

Now. Corporal Williams.

you've seen service in

the Far East. Haven't you?

The East.

I thought so.

Look at his complexion.

Watson... yellow saffron.

He's been

taking atabrine.

A cure for malaria.

Sniper. Aren't you?

Sniper.

Hmm.

Why did you

try to kill me?

I had to kill him.

I had to.

Oh. Snap out of it!

Stop it. Watson.

He's shamming.

No. He isn't.

Who told you to kill me?

She told me.

She told you?

She told me

I couldn't miss.

Well. Luckily you did

miss. you murderer.

He isn't a

murderer. Watson.

Listen. Corporal Williams.

She told you you had

to do it. Didn't she?

I had to do it.

I've got it.

Watson. I've got it!

Got what?

The method used in

the finger murders.

Well. What is it?

Hypnotism. My dear

fellow. Hypnotism.

And it wasn't

against his nature.

And that's the

devilish part of it.

They picked a man

for that purpose

whose job was sniping.

Who are they?

Professor Moriarity and

his finger murderers.

Williams spoke of a woman.

I think you'll find

that she asked him home

tonight for a drink.

Nice. Quiet rooms.

Soft lights. Music.

You've got it all

packed. Mr. Holmes.

What's the lady look like?

About 30. nice figure.

Blond. Lustrous eyes.

Oh. Really?

Got her phone number?

Williams will

give us her address.

Look after him Gregson.

Don't let anyone

come near him.

He's our key witness

in the finger murders.

Well. I hope

you're guessing

right. Mr. Holmes.

Get up. Williams.

Now. Go with

Inspector Gregson

anywhere he tells you.

Come on.

Ring me as soon

as he comes to

himself. Will you?

I will.

Good night. Gentlemen.

Good night.

Well. If you believe

that fellow Williams

is hypnotized.

I suppose you think

Sir George Fenwick

was hypnotized. Too?

I'm quite sure of it.

Have a cup of tea?

Thanks. Old boy.

Nothing to eat?

But why didn't

these people

make Sir George

do the murder himself?

Because they didn't

want to get him hanged.

They wanted to

blackmail him.

Well. Who do you think

the actual murderer is?

One of Moriarity's gang.

A diabolically

simple technique.

Kill a woman.

Yes. yes. yes. But why

cut off the fingers?

My dear fellow.

Don't you understand?

The severed finger

is what links the

blackmail victim

to the murder.

He wakes.

Finds the grizzly

thing in his pocket.

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