The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes Page #3

Holmes!

Holmes!

There you are.

You wretch! You rotter!

You blackguard!

Of all the vile,

unspeakable fabrications!

What do you have to say

for yourself?

Well, don't just sit there!

Speak up, man!

Holmes?

Are you all right, Holmes?

Holmes?

From the sound

of your footsteps...

l gathered that you were not

in a particularly amiable mood.

How--how could you...

invent such a dastardly lie?

What the deuce

were you thinking of?

Watson, you have

my most abject apologies.

But have you ever been

cornered by a madwoman?

lt seemed like the only

way to get out of it...

without hurting her feelings.

And what about my feelings...

and my reputation?

You realize the gravity

of what you've done...

the possible repercussions?

So there'll be a little

gossip about you...

in St. Petersburg.

These things spread

like wildfire.

l can just hear

those malicious whispers...

behind my back.

l'll never be able to show

my face in polite society.

And if it ever got back

to my old regiment...

you don't know the Fifth

Northumberland Fusioneers.

They'll strike me

off the rolls.

They'll cut off my pension!

Watson, you're running amuck.

Dishonored, disgraced,

ostracized...

What am l to do?

Well, for one thing,

l'd get rid of that flower.

Oh, you may think

this is funny...

but we're both

in the same boat.

We must take

desperate measures.

We must stop this talk!

Maybe if we got married.

Then they'd really talk.

Obviously,

we cannot continue...

to live under the same roof.

We must move apart.

Of course...

we can still see each

other clandestinely...

on remote benches

in Hyde Park...

and in the waiting rooms...

of suburban railway stations.

This whole thing's ridiculous.

We have nothing to hide.

That's what l've been

trying to tell you.

Let somebody start a rumor,

just one ugly word.

We'll sue them for slander.

No one would dare.

After all, you have an enviable

record with the fair sex.

Damn right.

l can get women

from three continents...

to testify for me...

and you can get women

to vouch for you, too...

can't you, Holmes?

Can you, Holmes?

Good night, Watson.

Holmes.

Let me ask you a question.

l hope l'm not

being presumptuous...

but there have been

women in your life?

The answer is yes...

you're being presumptuous.

Good night.

Holmes.

What indeed was

his attitude towards women?

Was there some secret

he was holding back...

or was he just

a thinking machine...

incapable of any emotion?

l was not to get the answer...

until we became involved

in what l considered to be...

the most outrageous case

in all our years together.

Were you expecting someone?

Not at this hour.

Maybe Mrs. Hudson

is entertaining.

l never found her so.

l don't know nothing about it.

Then l'd like

to speak to the master.

Well, l think he's in bed.

lt's important.

What is it, Mrs. Hudson?

There's a cabby here,

says you owe him two and six.

For what?

For the fare, governor.

The young lady

don't have no money.

What young lady?

This one.

Well, what have we here?

Who are you, miss?

What happened to you?

l don't know.

That's all she keeps saying:

''l don't know. l don't know.''

Where did she come from?

From the river.

l was driving down

the embankment...

just below

Westminster Bridge...

and there she was

in the water, drowning.

Wasn't easy, governor...

what with the cold water

and her fighting me.

Why did you bring her here?

Because l found

this in her hand.

''221-B Baker Street.''

That's right, isn't it?

Young lady, what did

you want at this address?

l do not remember.

Rather perplexing,

wouldn't you say?

Rather.

Well, gentlemen...

you want her,

it's two and six.

Or shall l throw her

back in the river?

Oh, Mr. Holmes,

you can't let him do that.

Watson, you better

accept delivery.

Keep the change.

Thank you, governor.

No extra charge for the use

of the horse blanket.

You're shivering, my dear.

Come along...

let me get you out

of those wet clothes.

Sit here, my dear.

She's suffering from

shock and exposure.

There was some printing

on the back of this...

but it seems to have

come off in the water.

Look at this.

She's had a nasty

blow on the head.

Could she have hit

her head when she fell...

or jumped into the river?

No. The blood had

already coagulated.

So, it would appear

that she was the victim...

of a deliberate attack.

Get my bag, will you?

Who are you?

l'm Dr. Watson...

and this is Sherlock Holmes.

Oh.

Do the names mean

anything to you?

No.

Think.

l'm trying.

Can you think

of your own name?

No.

She's obviously

had a concussion...

which often leads

to temporary amnesia.

So, all we know...

is that she was

coshed on the head...

dumped into the Thames...

and subsequently

dumped into our laps.

We know a lot

more than that.

From her accent,

we know she's foreign.

From her ring,

we know she's married.

There's one

other clue we have.

Namely?

Something l deduced...

when l was helping

her up the stairs.

No corset.

Good work.

''La Femme Elegant.''

Are you French?

Vous etes francaise?

Non.

Je ne suis pas francaise.

How can she say

she's not French...

in French?

Vous etes suisse?

Non.

Alors, vous etes belge?

Je ne suis pas sur.

Vous etes belge, de Bruxelles?

Bruxelles.

Oui.

Je pense que oui.

Oh, dash!

Will someone remove

this violin, please?

We just found out

she's Belgian.

Poor thing.

From Brussels.

lf you don't mind.

ls your name Gabrielle?

Gabrielle?

l don't know.

And your husband's

name is Emile?

Emile.

Where is he?

What are you doing in London?

l don't know.

When did you arrive

from Brussels?

Where are you staying?

l don't know!

What happened at the river?

Think!

Pensez!

That's enough, Holmes.

l will not permit you...

to question her

in this condition.

Here, Mrs. Hudson.

Put her to bed, my bed.

l'll sleep on the couch.

Come on.

l better give her

a sleeping draught.

Watson, l think

we should arrange...

to have her removed

to a hospital.

Under no circumstances.

She should have

medical attention.

She can get that from me...

but more important,

she must be protected.

There's already been

one attempt on her life.

This temporary amnesia,

how temporary is it?

lt depends on the extent

of her injury.

lt's like veils

shrouding her memory.

lt could clear up

in a few days...

or a few weeks.

Watson, this is

a very small flat.

We don't want to

clutter it up with women.

Holmes, we've never

had a case like this.

A woman comes to us

with a problem.

We don't know

who the woman is.

We don't know

what the problem is.

Don't you find

that challenging?

Quite...

but we can't afford to wait

for these veils to lift.

We must break through them

as quickly as possible.

You really feel

it's that urgent?

l do.

The sooner

we solve the case...

the sooner we can

get rid of her.

Oh.

Emile?

Emile.

Emile.

ls that you, Emile?

Yes, Gabrielle.

Oh, Emile.

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