The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes Page #5

Right, you got it?

Wait.

All right. Up.

All right, my pretties.

Back to sleep you go.

Ooh!

l really thought

we were done for.

The art of concealment,

my dear Watson...

is merely a matter of

being in the right place...

at the right time.

Did you hear what she said?

You really think Emile

is going to pick up...

the letter himself?

lt certainly would

simplify things, wouldn't it?

Letter drops,

wheelchairs, canaries?

And what was

all that about Jonah?

And what do you suppose

they're doing up there?

And where is up there?

My guess would be Scotland...

lnverness, to be more precise.

lnverness?

Didn't you notice the paper

at the bottom of their cage?

''The lnverness Courier.''

Mr. Holmes, this letter.

What about it?

lt is addressed to you.

To me?

But that's impossible.

We sent it ourselves.

Nevertheless.

''My dear Sherlock...

''l expect you and Dr. Watson

to join me at the club...

''immediately upon

receipt of this note.

''According to my calculations...

''that should be at 11 :40 A.M.

''Your brother Mycroft.''

What time do you

make it, Watson?

11 :
43.

Either your watch is wrong

or Mycroft has miscalculated...

and knowing Mycroft,

l suggest you reset your watch.

Right.

Holmes...

l don't mind telling you...

l'm a bit apprehensive

about this.

l'm rather curious myself

to know what's going on...

in that Machiavellian

mind of his.

No. l don't mean Mycroft.

l mean Madame Valladon.

Oh, don't worry.

She'll be perfectly safe

with Mrs. Hudson.

To see Mr. Mycroft Holmes.

Right you are, sir.

He's expecting you

in the upstairs study.

Now, if you gentlemen

will sign in.

Surname, Christian name,

address, nature of business.

Gentlemen!

Hmm. Jamaican, no doubt.

Either Tropical or Golacina.

l'm not quite sure.

Come in.

Come in, Sherlock, Dr. Watson.

Sit down.

You're looking very fit,

both of you.

Thank you.

How are you, Mycroft?

How's your gout?

Under control, except for

an occasional twinge.

l've got a treat for you--

very old Madeira, 1814.

There are only six bottles

left in the world.

l've got two of them...

and l'm negotiating

for a third.

lf you don't mind

my saying so...

anybody who's susceptible

to gout shouldn't be...

The last doctor who

warned me about that...

was crossing Picadilly,

slipped on an orange peel...

and was run over

by a delivery van...

from Fortnum and Mason.

To your very good health.

Why are you wasting

this precious stuff on us?

l see you so rarely.

How long has it been?

Not since the, uh, case of

the Greek interpreter.

lsn't it ridiculous?

Two brothers,

living in the same town.

Same town, perhaps,

but not in the same world.

This is superb.

How old did you say it was?

1814. One year before Waterloo.

One year before Waterloo!

Think of that!

You do know where Waterloo is,

don't you, Doctor?

Why, it's...

lt's in Belgium, isn't it?

Quite.

And speaking of Belgium...

it has come to my attention...

that you are interested

in the whereabouts...

of a certain engineer.

Yes, l am.

Well, l can save you

a lot of trouble.

l'd be grateful

for any suggestion.

My suggestion is that

you pursue it no further.

For any particular reason?

Because it involves

the national security.

We are handling

the matter ourselves.

We? Who's we?

The Diogenes Club, of course.

l didn't say that.

l've always suspected...

there was some kind of

underground connection...

between this stodgy...

and seemingly calcified

establishment...

and the Foreign Office

in Whitehall.

That is neither here nor there.

lt seems to me the Diogenes Club

is here, there, and everywhere.

When there are rumblings

of revolt in the Sudan...

an expedition

subsidized by your club...

conveniently shows up to study

the source of the Nile.

When there's trouble along

the lndian frontier...

some of your fellow members

pop up in the Himalayas...

allegedly looking for

the Abominable Snowman.

What a vivid imagination

my brother has.

At the age of five...

by carefully observing

a neighbor's house...

he deduced that babies

were brought...

not by the stork

but by the midwife--

in her satchel.

As good an explanation as any.

Yes, Wiggins?

An immediate answer

is requested, sir.

Oh, yes.

Tell them that the three boxes

go to Glennahurich...

and the red runner

goes to the castle.

The three boxes to Glennahurich.

The red runner to the castle.

Very good, sir.

Why don't you crumple it up

and swallow it...

just to make sure?

My dear Sherlock,

there are certain affairs...

that do not come

within the province...

of the private detective.

They have to be dealt with...

on an altogether

different level.

ln other words...

you want me to stay

within my limits.

l do, indeed.

And speaking of limits...

what, exactly,

is ''Jonah, Limited''?

Sherlock, when l said

drop this case...

it was not merely a suggestion.

lt was an order.

By whose authority?

By the authority of

Her Majesty's government.

l hope l have made myself clear.

Perfectly.

And now if you'll

excuse me, gentlemen...

Good-bye, sir.

A pleasure, as always.

Just a minute.

You forgot your...''tool kit.''

You will be gentle, won't you...

when you tell her

you're dropping the case?

Watson, what does

the word Glennahurich...

suggest to you?

Absolutely nothing.

-lt's Scottish.

-ls it?

And like all Scottish names,

it's really a word picture.

Glen means ''valley,''

na means ''of the''...

and hurich,

if memory serves me...

means ''yew tree.''

You're just

trying to impress me.

So, the three boxes go to

the valley of the yew tree.

And l'll be in Scotland before--

You are dropping the case,

aren't you, Holmes?

Open that door.

Don't shoot, Mrs. Hudson.

You're liable to lose

two excellent tenants.

Oh, at last.

lt's been a ghastly experience.

Why? What's happened?

Did you ever try

doing embroidery...

with a gun in your hand?

You'll be relieved to know

it was not loaded.

Holmes, are you planning

to disobey Mycroft's orders?

He's not just

your brother, you know.

You'll be defying

Her Majesty's government.

Any news?

Did you find out anything?

Let's just say l know

what the next step will be.

Yes?

l want you to pack your things.

Where are we going?

Holmes, let me caution you--

At 7:
30 this evening,

Dr. Watson and l...

are going to take you

to Victoria Station...

and put you on the boat train.

The boat train?

Oh, that's better.

You're sending me

back to Brussels...

is that it?

Madame Valladon,

you must understand--

l came here to find my husband.

You were going to help me.

Yes, my dear,

but circumstances have changed.

The great detective.

Maybe this case is

too small for you.

On the contrary...

it's being handled

on a much higher--

l won't go back to Brussels!

Maybe you're giving up,

but l am not.

l'm going to go on

looking for him...

and nobody's going to stop me!

Even if they try to kill me!

Are you quite finished?

lf you recall,

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