The Sign of Four Page #4

Oh, come, now, come!

Never be ashamed

to own up.

But what is all this?

It's a bad business!

Bad business!

Stern facts here

no room for theories.

It's lucky I happened

to be up at Norwood

on another case when

I got the message.

How do you think

this man died?

This is not a case for

me to theorize over.

No, no, no.

Still, we can't deny

you hit the nail on

the head sometimes.

Door locked,

I understand.

Jewels worth a

fortune missing.

How were the windows?

Fastened; but there was

a footstep on the sill.

Windows fastened.

Nothing to do with

it. It's common sense.

Man could have died

in a fit I suppose.

Ha!

I have a theory.

These flashes come

to me sometimes.

Sergeant, outside

if you please.

And you too, Mr. Sholto.

What do you think

of this, Holmes?

Sholto has confessed

he was with his

brother last night.

The brother died in a fit.

Sholto walks off

with the treasure?

How about that?

Whereupon a dead man

very considerately

gets up and locks the

door from the inside.

Hum!

There's a flaw

there somewhere.

Let us apply common

sense to the matter.

They were brothers

there was a quarrel

brother

Bartholomew dead

jewels gone.

And master Thaddeus

evidently in a

disturbed state of mind.

His appearance well,

not attractive.

You see

I'm weaving a web

around Thaddeus.

The net begins to

close upon him.

Jones

that splinter,

which I firmly believe

to be poisoned,

that card and that

curiously shaped instrument

were lying there

on the table.

Confirms my theory

in every respect.

The house is full of

Indian curiosities.

All point to Thaddeus.

But

how did he escape?

There is a trapdoor

in the roof Sergeant.

May I ask Mr. Sholto

to step this way?

You see facts are better

than theories, after all.

My view of the

case is confirmed.

There is a trapdoor

communicating

with the roof,

and it is partly open.

It is I who opened it.

Mr. Thaddeus Sholto, it

is my duty to inform you

that anything you say

will be taken down

and maybe used in

evidence against you.

I arrest you in

the Queen's name

as being concerned in the

death of your brother.

I didn't I tell you

Don't trouble

yourself, Mr. Sholto.

I think that I can engage

to clear you

of this charge.

Don't promise too

much, Mr. Theorist.

You may find it a harder

matter than you think.

Not only will I

clear Mr. Sholto,

but I will give

you a description

of the 2 men who were

in this room last night.

One was a poorly

educated man,

strong,

active,

with his right leg off,

wearing a stump worn

away on the inside.

His left boot has a

coarse, square-toed sole

it has an iron band

around the heel.

He's much sunburned,

middle-aged

and has a certain

amount of skin missing

from the palm of one hand.

And the other one?

He's rather a

curious person.

I hope before

long to be able to

introduce you to

the pair of them.

Watson, go to 3

Pinchin Lane, London

and ask for Toby.

I'd rather have

Toby's help

than that of the whole

detective force of London.

Mr. Toby?

Mr. Toby?

Mr. Toby?

Get out of it.

You drunken hooligan.

Go on get out of it or

I'll turn my dogs on you.

All 43 of them.

I'm looking for Mr. Toby.

I have a viper

in this bag,

and I'll tip it

out over your 'ead

if you don't hoof it!

It's urgent

that I find him.

I won't be argued with!

1, 2, 3 and down

comes the viper.

I've come from Mr. Holmes.

I've come from Mr.

Sherlock Holmes.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes

well who'd of

thought it?

Awe here you are.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes

why didn't you say so,

come in.

[inaudible].

Oh yes he does

now Naughty.

Oh please don't you

bite the gentleman

cause this gentleman

is a friend

of Mr. Sherlock Holmes

and any friend of

Mr. Sherlock Holmes

is a friend of mine.

Don't mind him.

He'll just give you a

nice friendly squeeze.

I've give him the

run of the room

because he keeps down the

beetles something beautiful.

Now what did you say

Mr. Sherlock

Holmes wanted?

Toby.

Toby?

Yes Toby.

Awe well Toby's No. 7

there along on the left.

Here you give him these

and Toby will go

along with you

as quiet as a lamb.

Hey Toby wake up come on.

There's work

for you to do.

A gentleman's come

here to see you.

Toby come on.

Come on love.

Come on Toby.

Watson?

It's all right officer

it's Mr. Holmes.

Coach around.

Come on Toby.

Well done you've got Toby.

Here comes London.

I'm coming down.

Holmes!

Ah,

look at these Watson.

I found them

in the gutter.

Oh thank you

Mrs. Bernstone.

Do you smell the creosote?

Athelney Jones arrested

not only Thaddeus

but also the gatekeeper,

the gamekeeper,

2 Indian servants.

I was lucky to

escape myself.

Watson are you on for

a bit of a trudge?

Of course.

You and Toby game

as they come

when it's a good

holding scent.

Now find him.

Go Toby.

Seek Toby seek.

Steady Watson steady.

Lucky the rain

has stopped.

The scent will

lie on the road

in spite of their start.

Ah, how sweet the

morning air is.

Have you brought

your pistol Watson?

No I have my stick.

In the event were

led to the men

the peg leg I'll

leave to you.

Leave the ally

to me come.

What the deuce is the

matter with the dog?

They took a boat

except they didn't take

a cab or a balloon.

They must have been

met at the waters edge.

Toby!

Toby!

Toby!

Toby!

Toby!

He's lost his character

to infallibility.

No, no, no.

Toby's not to blame.

Those barrels are

filled with creosote.

The scent was divided.

So like good

huntsmen Watson.

We must cast

the dog again

and find the true one.

Toby

Toby

We're out of luck.

They've taken the

boat from here.

These people are

cleverer than I thought.

Now Watson these

people show

preconcerted

management here.

Mordecai Smith.

You come back here and

get your face washed.

Jack?

Oh you youngin'.

I'll get your Dad to

give you a good spankin'

when he gets back.

My what a rosy-cheeked

young rascal!

Is there anything

you'd like Jack?

I'd like a shillin'.

A fine young lad you

got there, Mrs. Smith.

Lor' bless you, sir, he

is that, and forward.

He gets a'most too

much for me to manage,

'specially when my man

is away days at a time.

Awe it's a pity

about that.

I was hoping to hire

a boat from him,

a steam launch.

Why, bless you, sir,

it is in the steam

launch that he has gone.

Aye' didn't like the

bloke who did the hire

not at all, very rough,

with a wooden leg,

come tappin' at our window

in the middle of the night

and away they went

without a word to me.

Now this man with the

wooden leg, was he alone?

Think he might have

had an animal with him.

A dog?

Didn't look like

no dog to me sir.

More like something that

you find at the zoo.

So tell me about

the launch.

It's the old green bird

with the yellow line.

Oh no, no, sir.

The Aurora has just

been fresh painted

black with a gold trim.

Awe yes, with

a white funnel.

No sir black funnel.

Awe yes of course.

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