Young Sherlock Holmes And The Pyramid Of Fear Page #3

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Ho...! Ho!

(MINISTER) Man that is born

of a woman has but a short life...

A few days later,

they buried Professor Waxflatter.

I had never been to a funeral before,

though I've been to many since.

Holmes could not attend the funeral.

His expulsion prevented such a thing.

The death of his mentor and friend

had taken its toll on Holmes.

In my life, I have only seen Holmes

cry on two occasions.

Today was the first.

(SERVICE CONTINUES)

No, Uncle didn't kill himself.

- He didn't? Then, what happened?

- He was murdered.

- What are you doing here?

- Excuse my entrance.

I had to climb up the fire escape.

I can't afford to be seen.

I only got halfway to Mycroft's home.

I had something gnawing at my insides.

I ordered the driver to turn round.

I'm going to miss him, too, Elizabeth.

- He was very important to me.

- I'm so glad you're here.

I had to come back.

- You really believe he was murdered?

- I'm certain of it.

Come on, you saw

Waxflatter's hand on the knife!

It was obviously a suicide!

Never trust the obvious. There are

too many puzzling elements.

Firstly, a man jumps out of a window.

Second, a reverend throws himself

under a carriage for no reason.

Then Waxflatter stabs himself,

which is unbelievable.

Another question. Why was Waxflatter

obsessed with their deaths?

Yes, he'd saved those clippings,

and he kept meeting that odd man.

He attended the funeral.

Do you know his name?

No. When he visited,

Uncle sent me out of the attic.

I asked about him,

but he changed the subject.

That man is connected to all three

murders. We must find out who he is!

You've been reading

too many detective novels.

This is not fiction! There's a clever

murderer about, and I'll find him.

- How?

- I'll live here. Work here.

- If that's all right with you.

- Yes.

- What if we're found?

- Only the three of us know.

- Someone may see you!

- I'll take my chances.

But you'll need food, supplies.

Me?! I can't...

You can run errands, be my assistant.

I might get caught.

That would mean trouble!

You'd let trouble ruin

an opportunity for adventure?

I can't afford to jeopardise

my medical career.

- Weasel.

- I'm not a weasel.

- I am practical.

- Weasels are practical.

And I imagined you courageous,

stout of heart.

I am courageous.

And I'm stout of heart.

It's just that...

- All right, I'll do it.

- Thank you, Watson.

Uncle would have wanted you

to have this.

Please.

Put it on.

On second thoughts, take it off.

It looks very silly. You can't wear hats.

I think it's very becoming.

- You're teasing.

- No, seriously.

The following day, we set out

to solve Waxflatter's murder.

We had very little to go on.

We only had two clues:

Waxflatter's final words, "Eh Tar",

and the dropped blowpipe.

It occurred to me

that when the cloaked figure ran off,

I had heard a peculiar jingling sound,

very much like the sound

I heard in the library at Brompton.

Holmes was intrigued, and we

decided to visit the library that night.

However, our first stop that day

was at Engle's Curio Shop.

Nice. Oh, very nice.

Egyptian. The markings, the design,

that's Egyptian craftsmanship.

- I've only seen this type once before.

- Where?

On jewellery, on sculptures.

I had it here in the shop.

- But I sold the lot.

- To whom?

An Egyptian.

Keeps some sort of tavern.

- And his name?

- Let's see...

Mm...

You promised to purchase something.

- Watson, buy something.

- Me?

- I'm short of funds right now.

- Rubbish.

Don't be a penny-pincher.

That address could lead us to our killer.

- How much do I need to spend?

- Buy anything!

(COUGHING)

Why on earth did you buy a pipe?

- It's distinguished.

- It's ridiculous.

You'll see. I shall learn to smoke it,

then you can't laugh.

(EASTERN MUSIC PLAYS)

(NOIS Y CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT)

What can I get for you boys?

Drink, food, women?

- Do you have any soup?

- Watson, please.

Are you the owner?

Have you seen this before?

Rame Tep.

Rame Tep! Rame Tep!

Rame Tep!

(MUSIC AND CHATTER STOP)

- Is that the end of the song?

- Where...?

- Where did you get this?

- I happened upon it.

Go! Take it away! Get out of here!

It's very important.

Could you tell us something about this?

(SPEAKS NATIVE TONGUE)

Get out of my tavern, or these words

will be the last words you ever hear!

Sir...

We're leaving, we're leaving.

Up there, the top shelf.

That's where I heard the sound.

Holmes, please hurry. Do you know

what happens when we're caught?

- Incredible!

- Holmes, your voice, keep it down!

Sorry, Watson.

- My God, that is remarkable!

- Holmes, please!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

What are my chances

of medical school?

- That quaint office I've dreamed of...

- Listen. "The care to preserve..."

Holmes explained that the Rame Tep

were fanatical followers of Osiris,

the Egyptian God of the Dead.

They were scorned because

of their distortion of traditional beliefs,

and their violent and sadistic rituals.

The Rame Tep use a blowpipe

and shoot a thorn into their victim.

The thorn is dipped into a solution

made up of plant extracts.

Upon entering the bloodstream,

the solution causes the victim realistic,

nightmare-like hallucinations.

- But we can be certain of one thing.

- What's that?

The murderer is still here...

on school grounds.

That's a rash statement, since this

jingling has been heard only once.

- Twice.

- Twice?

Remember a few nights ago

in the courtyard?

Uncas heard a jingling sound

like you described.

He took a piece of clothing from him.

It might still be here!

We must find that piece of clothing.

We sprang into action, searching

every nook and cranny for the cloth.

I accidentally turned on

one of Waxflatter's strange machines,

and I had the dickens of a time

trying to turn the thing off.

I found it! I found it!

Holmes spent a night and day

examining the section of cloth.

He conducted numerous experiments.

Not once did he rest.

His energy seemed boundless.

Following 18 straight hours of work,

Holmes turned to us, and those

four familiar words shot from his lips:

The game is afoot!

He explained it was Egyptian in origin

and contained so many warp and weft

threads, which I didn't understand.

The cloth was stained with paraffin

made only at Froggit and Froggit,

located in Wapping in London,

a dark and dangerous place,

and I told him so

in no uncertain terms!

Perhaps we should come back

in the morning when it's lighter,

and when there are more people.

- It's open.

- Holmes, wait.

- What if the murderer's inside?

- Then I shall introduce myself.

(BOARDS CREAK)

(SQUEAKS)

I knew it, there's no one here.

Back to school, eh?

Watson, you'll be on your own.

What do you suppose it is?

Some sort of Egyptian artwork?

Some sort of statue?

No, Watson, I'm afraid this is only

the tip of the iceberg.

- (CRACKING)

- Ah...!

Oh, no!

(COUGHING)

This is an interesting development.

(FAINT CHANTING)

There must be a passageway inside.

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