Sherlock Holmes The Pearl of Death Page #2

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not exposed.

Well naturally.

Well Watson I think our

usefulness here has ended.

Goodbye Digby.

Goodbye Mr. Holmes.

Proved to be

most interesting,

thank you very much.

Goodbye Mr. Digby.

Goodbye Doctor.

Oh good day Inspector.

Good day sir.

Oh I'm so sorry.

Oh accidents will happen.

Mind where you're going.

My new hat.

My apologies Digby.

Oh no harm done

I assure you.

On the contrary

I'm afraid the greatest

harm has been done.

I beg your pardon.

Are all the objects

of art in this room

connected with your

protective system?

Well most of them but why?

This etching for instance,

is it connected?

Most certainly.

It's a priceless original.

Take it down

will you Watson?

Not me.

Once bitten, twice shy.

Oh tush.

I'm not afraid of

guards and gongs.

But, but.

I don't understand.

What's happened?

Why don't the gongs ring?

I'll tell you why

because your whole

elaborate system here

isn't worth a

brass furling.

But...

It all depends

on three wires

behind that strip

of Chinese embroidery.

Who told you?

You told me yourself,

said the wires

weren't exposed.

The only unexposed

wall space in this room

is behind this embroidery.

While you were picking

up those ornaments

I disconnected these wires

just to show you

how absurdly easy

it would be for anyone,

Far less ingenious and

far less resourceful

for Giles Conover to

do the same thing.

Now will you listen to me

when I tell you

to lock that pearl

in the deepest, darkest

vaults in all England?

Stop thief!

Stop thief!

Open the door.

Gone.

It's gone.

A workman took it sir.

Bates is after him.

I don't understand

the gongs never rang

and the shutters

never closed.

No, The wires

were disconnected

thanks to

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

A grateful nation owes

you a memorial Mr. Holmes.

You demonstrated

your cleverness

oh most brilliantly.

You did put

your foot in it

and no mistake Mr. Holmes.

Nonsense.

How was he to know

that anyone...

How?

Well elementary

my dear Watson.

By his deductive

reasoning of course.

Oh shut up Lestrade.

Deductive reasoning?

Giving away the Borgia

Pearl like a pound of tea.

Fifty thousand

pounds not tea.

What's this?

A man who

wanted to be caught,

Mr. Giles Conover.

How are you Mr. Holmes?

But I don't understand.

This is one of

our workmen.

He's been employed

here for weeks.

He came highly

recommended.

Yes I've no doubt of it.

Every employee

of this museum

is scrupulously

investigated.

I take it be that

Mr. Conover's

is a man of infinite

resource and precaution.

Well thank you Mr. Holmes.

Just a bare chance

that his accomplice

Miss Naomi Drake

might not get away

with that pearl on the

boat from Austin to Dover.

Pearl, what pearl?

Who are you getting at?

Did you search him Bates?

Yes Inspector but there's

not a thing on him.

He might have

swallowed it.

No he hasn't got it

or he would have

never allowed

Bates to catch him.

While he was running

away did he stop?

Did he meet anybody?

Why yes sir as he went

around the corner

he bumped into a woman.

Did you get a

good look at her?

No sir, not good enough.

Awe that's where

you lost your pearl.

That woman was

an accomplice.

Same girl that was

on the boat hey?

Possibly.

In any event may

I suggest Lestrade

that you hold Mr. Conover?

Awe come now Mr. Holmes

haven't you made enough

mistakes for one day?

It's no crime you know in

taking a job in a museum.

There's no

crime in running

when you're being chased.

Just what am I

being held for?

Window breaking.

Thank you Mr. Conover.

Take him away officer.

How long can you hold him?

Well you heard

what he said,

strictly

speaking we can't.

One day, two?

Well maybe it two.

Good.

Good?

What's good about it?

Do we want him or

want the pearl?

That's just what I'm

getting at Watson.

One of two things

has happened,

either the woman he bumped

into was an accomplice

in which case

she has the pearl,

or he managed somehow to

conceal it in his flight.

He had to stick that pearl

in some make shift

hiding place.

He'll never rest

until his confederates

have it safely

in their hands.

He'll try to send

them a message.

You are to give him

every opportunity.

But how?

May I suggest, Lestrade

that he's permitted

to have his food sent

in from the outside?

Huh?

Oh.

Here we are Inspector.

Here is his tray just the

way Mr. Conover left it.

Ten to one

there's a message

in there somewhere.

Yes, what makes you

so blinking sure

there's a message in it?

Because he asked me

for a lend of me pencil

that's why and

he promised a quid

if I'd keep my mouth shut.

Oh he did did he?

Cunning ain't he?

Well there's some

that's cunninger.

He's got the wrong

pig by the ears

this Mr. Giles Conover.

Yes.

He hasn't got

Mr. Sherlock Holmes

to deal with.

Well nothing there.

There might be a note

stuck on underneath.

Seeing eye that's what

you've got to have.

Nothing much gets

by you Inspector.

Oh we all slip up

once in a while.

No one's

infallible you know.

That's funny.

Got you Mr. Giles Conover.

Here hang on to this.

What is it?

You'll soon see,

a note to his accomplice

or I'm a Dutchman.

Yes.

Fancy me pulling

Mr. Sherlock Holmes'

chestnuts out of the fire.

Thought he'd fool didn't

he, bless the little man.

This will tell us where

the Borgia Pearl is.

It means promotion for

me, surely, surely alive.

What'd it say?

What do you care

what it says?

It didn't say where

the Borgia Pearl

was at Inspector.

Just you clear

up this tray,

that's all you got to do.

And see it gets back

to the restaurant.

Very good Inspector.

Holmes and his theories.

Naddie my girl get

a move on will you?

What are you staring

at that plate for?

Oh I ain't a staring at

it I'm a washing it see?

Well I ain't paying you

to go to sleep on

your feet you know?

Go on you old

bag of grease.

Wash your own

dirty dishes.

See?

You can't do

that there here.

It's lovely

weather ain't it?

Holmes you drive

me raving mad

standing there scraping

on that filthy fiddle

as if you haven't got

a care in the world.

All the time

your reputation's

been dragged in the mud.

My dear Watson, I

really must caution you

against hitting newspaper

reporters in the teeth.

It's... isn't dignified.

Well he deserved

it the idiot.

But how did you know

I struck a reporter?

Observation my

dear fellow.

You come in here

with two copies of

the morning paper.

The thing you never do

unless there's an article

in which you wish to

keep for your files.

You talk about

my reputation being

dragged in the mud.

Obviously I've been

the subject of an attack

in connection with the

theft of the Borgia Pearl.

Oh you certainly have.

This article

practically suggests

you should

profit by the deal,

and it implied that you

were working with Conover.

Yes I'm afraid I'm

in for it Watson.

But how did you know

I struck the fellow?

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