The Seven-Per-Cent Solution Page #6

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I don't need it now.

No, you best hand this matter over

to the Viennese police.

A man who believes his

mathematics tutor to be the...

- serpent from Eden...

- What?

Serpent from Eden?

Is not the person to grapple

with the intricacies

of Miss Deveraux's abduction.

But, Holmes, you said yourself

the lady's courage was an example.

That I cannot follow, I fear.

- Doctor...

- Herr Holmes,

the Vienna police are no better

than Scotland Yard.

Now, assume you were concerning

yourself with this case...

what would be your next move?

Will you please take me home

and hypnotize me.

I tell you I'm having an attack.

I will hypnotize you right here...

if you answer my question.

You are blackmailing me

into helping your patient?

You are both my patients, and I will

decide what is best for both of you.

Now kindly answer my question.

You leave me no choice.

Very well.

My first move, if I were concerning

myself with this affair.

Would be to follow that man there.

That man? Why on earth follow him?

- What's he to do with it?

- He seems to be waiting for someone.

He's waiting for us.

He followed us here from the hospital.

- How do you know that?

- Because I saw him!

Now, keep your promise.

Why? Why should he be concerned

with us?

Dr. Freud, you see

but you do not observe.

A faculty you must cultivate.

Describe that man to me.

- You can see him yourself...

- Describe him!

He's wearing a bowler...

dressed as a tradesman...

long ragged coat, black shoes,

scarred face...

He's the man who abducted

Freulein Devereux.

- Now... will you keep your promise?

- Yes.

Devil take him! Come on!

Why a chemist?

Well, think, Watson.

Chemists dispense drugs...

and drugs were the steady diet

of our abducted Miss Devereux.

And the likelihood is,

that whoever held her prisoner

knew of her dependence on them...

and wished to reestablish it.

See, when somebody

has turned into an addict

they turn into a slave.

However, if one is cured

by some miracle,

as Miss Deveraux was,

their addiction is very likely

a secret confined to the past.

Yet, whoever kidnapped her knew of it.

Somewhat intimately.

However, it's dangerous to theorize

in advance of the facts.

Herr Holmes!

Herr Holmes, Dr. Watson

will follow that man!

- I will take you home.

- No! Come on!

He's playing with us.

Why?

Ought we to let him go?

No.

I must say, he doesn't look the sort

to initiate such an abduction.

Doubtless you are correct, Watson.

He is merely a supernumerary

in our drama.

Hired by one of the principals.

But who and why?

To have her ransomed by her lover?

Do you know the Baron?

Oh, we had the occasion once

to play a set of tennis.

Tennis?

- Who won?

- Dr. Freud did,

the Baron has no backhand.

No backhand?

That is interesting.

What is this place?

There's no one here.

They're here.

They're here.

Doctor, I think I have need

of your services.

- Now?

- If Dr. Freud would be so kind.

I don't know

if you can see the watch.

I beg you to try.

Yes, yes... sit, sit. Look at me.

Don't cover your face.

Open your eyes!

Concentrate on the watch.

Focus on the watch.

As it swings back and forth,

I want you to think of nothing else.

Now you are getting drowsy.

Now you are falling asleep.

You are falling asleep.

Now you are asleep.

You are fast asleep and the urge

for cocaine is diminishing.

The very thought of cocaine

is making you sick...

They are just horses.

They're not just horses. They're the

most intelligent horses in the world,

and they've been trained to kill!

- Oh, my God.

- Wake up, Holmes!

Bring him out of it, man!

Bring him out of it!

Distract the horses.

I must have some time.

- Wake up, Herr Holmes, do you hear?

- Come on, come on.

Come here.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Wake up, without your craving

for cocaine. Wake up.

Are you all right?

- What has happened?

- We have entered a trap.

Someone has arranged for us

to get trampled to dead.

Come on, come on.

Come to me.

Come on, come on.

We must make ourselves a target.

Quickly!

This way!

Stand right where you are.

Don't move till I tell you.

Jump!

Watson!

Watson, are you all right?

Very well, thank you.

Hurry, man. The hospital.

I fear we may be too late.

Why the hospital?

Is it possible you do not see?

The little man we followed,

his job was merely to lead us astray?

I gather his instructions

were somewhat more specific,

nevertheless astray will do.

It would give them time!

Time to do what?

My dear.

I had no idea.

Oh, darling.

But it's all right now.

Dr. Freud came and told me

where you were.

He didn't want me to see you,

not for a day or two...

but I couldn't wait.

Oh, Carl.

Oh, if you only knew.

Do not speak about it.

It's all over now.

I have come to take you away.

- But, Dr. Freud said-

- I made him change his mind.

After your terrible ordeal

as a prisoner in that warehouse,

the last place you ought to be is a cold,

impersonal hospital.

The warehouse.

Yes.

Come on, my darling.

It's all over.

Ah, sister.

Freulein Devereux is leaving.

You had better come along with me

and see that she is taken care of properly.

Of course, Herr Baron.

Where are you taking me?

Somewhere safe,

away from all this.

Is something wrong?

No.

Just give me my flowers.

- As I feared.

- It's impossible.

Do you see

what you've done?

Do you know what havoc you've wrought

by forcing me to take this case?

Oh, I bungled it.

Why? Why was I so stupid

just to listen to you?

Why do you insist on taking all the blame,

Herr Holmes?

What is this egocentric streak

of melodrama in you

that does not allow anyone to share

in your triumphs or disasters?

I followed the wrong man!

You are a human being,

not a machine.

Gentlemen, please,

please get a hold of yourselves!

This is not the time

to apportion blame!

A woman is in danger.

Women are always dangerous.

Dr. Watson is right.

There's no time for this discussion.

Where can they have taken her?

Not home, certainly.

Perhaps to her original prison.

No, no, no.

Out of the question.

They have no way of knowing

what she found out about the place

or how much

she might have revealed to us.

We know its location, surely.

And that is reason enough

for not returning there.

Its location?

How do we know that?

Watson, Watson, Watson.

She was found on the Olgarten Bridge

after a heroic escape

down a drainpipe.

As an addict,

how much strength could she have had?

From how far off

could she have gone?

- Dr. Freud.

- Ja?

What buildings front the Danube Canal

by the bridge?

Warehouses.

They won't take her there again.

Well, the situation

calls for more than ratiocination.

Doctor,

would you kindly return home

and bring Toby?

Ah, yes, Toby.

I think perhaps

you should accompany me.

You needn't worry, Dr. Watson

will prevent my stealing hospital's

supplies of cocaine.

You underestimate us both,

Herr Holmes.

Time is wasting, Doctor!

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