The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Page #7

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I have ample protection.

Then I bid you goodbye,

Sir Ronald.

Goodbye, Captain Mannery.

I am most grateful to you.

- Thank you, sir.

- Gentlemen.

All right, Gentlemen.

Guard, about face.

Forward march.

Halt.

Ah. It's the longest

short walk I ever had.

Hold that for a moment,

will you?

The Crown Jewels, gentlemen,

the accumulated wealth of ten

centuries of English kings,

a grave responsibility.

It's not often

this door is unlocked

and this is the key

to all this treasure.

Now!

(All fighting)

- The emerald!

- Where is it?

- Somebody snatched it.

- The policemen,

where are they?

They're not policemen at all.

After them.

Guards, the stairs.

Sir Ronald, look.

The Star of Deli.

They've dropped it.

You see, Sir Ronald.

Every thing's turned out

all right after all.

And all thanks to your brilliant

friend, Sherlock Holmes.

So my fears were ridiculous

and that note was merely

the work of a crank.

Nobody would steal

the Star of Deli.

- No one there, Sir Ronald.

- Never mind, Sergeant.

I have the jewel.

I have a good mind to give

this story to the press.

It will put Holmes

in his place.

Oh, I wouldn't do that,

Sir Ronald.

- You have got the jewel back.

- I have indeed,

as safe as the

Crown Jewels of England,

but no thanks to Holmes.

Well, he did send me

in his place.

Yes, and it's a capital thing

he did.

You're a splendid fellow,

Watson.

You've done me a

great service tonight.

I shall see to it

that your courage is reported

- in due course

to the proper authorities.

- Thank you.

Come along, Sergeant.

- Turn out the lights.

- Yes, sir.

They got away, sir,

in the direction of Tower Hill.

But they left

what they came for.

- The emerald is safe.

- Oh good, sir.

All right, Sergeant.

Goodbye, my dear. I'll drive

over and see you tomorrow.

- You're terribly tired,

my child, aren't you?

- Yes, I am.

You better go to bed.

I'm going to look in on you

later and if you're not asleep,

- I shall be very severe.

- Uh-uh.

Whatever is the matter

with you, my dear?

I just noticed the time.

That clock on the landing.

It's seven minutes to twelve.

In another eight minutes it

won't be May the 13th anymore.

You must go to bed at once,

You really must.

- I'll go with you.

- I'd like you to.

Only I shouldn't take you away.

Nonsense.

They've all gone.

Besides no one misses

a middle-aged hostess.

Have a good rest, my dear,

and be sure to sleep late.

It's an invariable custom

of the house.

I'll try.

- Good night.

- Good night, my dear.

??

I was just coming to find you,

Miss Brandon.

There's a gentleman on the

terrace asking to see you

and he says it's

most important.

Mr. Holmes, thank you.

Ann, my dear.

What are you doing here?

Am I so unwelcome then?

Why did you come?

I've been terribly worried

about you, darling.

I wanted to be sure

you were safe.

Why did you think

I might not be safe?

Ann, whatever has

come over you?

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

Surely you're not afraid of me?

You are afraid.

That's how much

all the years have counted.

You think I want to hurt you.

I don't know why I don't.

Ann! Wait!

Come here, Ann!

??

Come along this way. Quick.

Ahh!

- Holmes, you all right?

- Never better, Watson.

And Miss Brandon?

She'll be all right,

the poor child she's fainted.

Look after her will you,

Andrews, and take her back

to the house.

Very good, Mr. Holmes?

What on earth is this, Holmes?

This, Watson,

is a South American bolas,

- the instrument that killed

Lloyd Brandon.

- What?

Yes. Come and take a look

at his murderer.

He's badly hurt.

Can he be moved, doctor?

- Yes.

- Then I'll take him

to The Yard.

Yes, it's just as I suspected.

This club footed shoe

was a very clever device

but not quite clever enough,

my friend.

I'll wager you didn't think

of it yourself. Who put you

up to it?

The professor. He's said he'd

fix it so I don't get caught.

Professor Moriarty.

Si, Moriarty.

I'll kill him.

I scarcely think

you'll have the chance now.

So that clears up our case.

Clears it up?

We've only just begun.

Come along, Watson. Quick!

Shh. Don't move.

Stay where you are

and keep your eyes open.

All right, come on, Watson.

There's nobody here.

Well, why didn't you

say so before?

Oh, lilly pond.

- Damp.

- Damp, I'm wet through.

He's been shaving.

Moriarty's worn that beard

for years. Why would he shave

it off?

- To disguise himself,

of course.

- Obviously, Watson.

But why tonight especially

for what purpose?

Huh?

A Baedeker.

What would Moriarty

be doing with a guidebook?

He knows London

like a cab driver.

Look, Watson, look.

The Tower of London.

Sergeant Bullfinch.

Moriarty without his beard.

- Then he stole the emerald!

- I wonder what exactly he did

do, or rather is doing.

What do you mean, Holmes?

Don't you see, my dear Watson.

Moriarty concocted

that Brandon case

with all its fantastic

convolutions expressly to

divert my attention

till the time the Star of Deli

was delivered.

So that he could steal the

emerald but he didn't get it.

We fooled him.

That's exactly the point,

Watson. He didn't want the

Star of Deli.

- What?

- No.

The real crime

has not yet come to light.

He caused a man to be murdered

solely in order to distract me.

He staged that fiasco

at the Tower of London.

Why I don't know

but one thing I'm certain.

It was all done with a purpose.

Somewhere in London

at this very moment something

tremendous is happening.

He said he was going to do it

and he's doing it now,

the most stupendous,

the most incredible crime

of the century,

the crowning act

of his career...

The crowning act.

Crowning?

"St. Edward's crown.

This was the crown stolen from

the Tower of London in 1671

by Colonel Blood

and his accomplices,

the total value of the

regalia is estimated at three

million pounds."

Watson, the Crown Jewels!

We're wasting time.

Ay, cabby.

Never mind, get in, Watson.

I say, steady. Drive a little

careful, old boy.

Serg, Sergeant!

- What is it, McKenzie?

- An accident, Sergeant.

Give me your hand.

Get this man out of here.

Well, what were

you trying to do,

batter your way

right into the Tower of London?

Of course not, course not,

preposterous.

Well, what were you doing?

- Well I--

- Where is your cabby?

Cabby?

Oh, yes, yes, cabby.

Well, where is he?

I don't know,

I haven' the faintest idea.

- Bring him along

to the posting room.

- Where?

Did you hear a shot?

I did, sir, I thought it came

from the tower.

Follow me on the double.

Well, "Ann Brandon 21,

and Jerrold Hunter 29,

were married this morning

at the Castone Hall

Register Office."

Well, that takes care of that

but I still don't understand

how young Hunter became

involved in the mystery.

Alfred?

- May I borrow your violin?

- Certainly, governor.

I said, I still don't

understand how young Hunter

became involved.

Perfectly simple. Whatever

Gerald Hunter did was done to

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