Young Sherlock Holmes And The Pyramid Of Fear Page #5

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of five Egyptian princesses.

We removed all the relics

and treasures to send to England.

But... Oh!

Bloody insect.

Place needs a good cleaning.

There was an uproar.

The villagers were convinced

we'd desecrated sacred ground.

Our lives were in danger.

The British sent the troops in,

several people were killed.

(REMEMBERED GUNFIRE)

The entire village

was burned to the ground.

- Burnt...

- (REMEMBERED SCREAMS)

Fire!

Ah!

- Are you all right?

- Fire!

- Fire!

- They've hit Cragwitch with a thorn!

- I'm burning! Fire!

- Listen to me!

Your name is Chester Cragwitch,

you're a banker. Can you hear me?

- Answer me, who are you?

- My name is Chester Cragwitch.

I reside at Cragwitch Manor,

Hampstead...

My God, it was so real.

(JINGLING)

Real, so very real...

Yes. I mustn't forget.

I must pass on this information.

It is time someone else knew.

- The village had burnt to the ground?

- Yes. Yes!

We got out of Egypt with our lives.

In England, we went separate ways,

all of us keeping in touch with

Waxflatter through correspondence.

When the murders began,

I met frequently with my dear friend.

What about the Rame Tep?

A year after the incident,

we all received this letter.

It was sent by a young boy

of Anglo-Egyptian descent.

You'll notice the letterhead is adorned

by the symbol of the Rame Tep,

two golden serpents.

The boy and his sister

were in England with their grandfather

when they learnt of the destruction

of the village which was their home.

Both their parents

were killed in the attack.

The boy vowed that the Rame Tep

would take their revenge

and replace the bodies

of the five Egyptian princesses.

- And the boy was called Eh Tar?

- Waxflatter's final words!

- Very good, Watson.

- Eh Tar!

You filthy murderer.

You wanted to kill all of us.

- Well, you won't kill me.

- Watson, speak to him!

What? Oh... Your name

is Craggy Critch... Your name...

- Your name is... What's his name?

- Cragwitch...

Argh...!

Mr Lestrade!

- What are you doing here?

- I stuck myself with a thorn.

The hallucinations... Ghastly.

Took four policemen

to stop me hanging myself.

So I thought

I'd better look into your story.

Now, I wish you

and your podgy friend farewell.

I appreciate you

getting me started on the case.

Getting him started on the case?

Lmagine that.

I've only done all the work for him.

- (JINGLING)

- (GASPS)

- It's you!

- Yes, my dear.

- (BARKING)

- (JINGLING)

(SHE GROWLS)

- (JINGLING)

- (GROWLING)

- Ah!

- (GLASS SHATTERS)

(DOG GROWLS)

Aah...!

Mr Rathe, you must stop her,

she's a murderer!

So, my dear,

you've discovered our little secret.

Where are your two friends?

You'll never find them.

You'll never find them.

You'll never find them.

Never find them.

- What shall we do with her?

- She'll come with us.

We need the fifth princess.

Holmes, I know the answer

to the riddle. The bear is white!

Good for you. Do you know why?

Well... No. It was the one colour

I didn't choose.

Keep thinking.

Answers without evidence are useless.

This riddle will give me a headache.

- Eh Tar... Eh Tar...

- Can't you think of anything else?

- It's necessary.

- It is annoying.

(CONTINUED BARKING)

This silly bear puzzle, Holmes.

I can't work it out.

I know the bear is white, but I don't

know why. I'm not stupid or anything.

Think the whole thing through.

Take it apart piece by piece.

Your face is bleeding again.

This cut from Rathe's ring

never seems to heal.

The bear is white because...

- Oh, God! How could I be so stupid?

- What?

It's Rathe, Watson. It's Rathe!

Giddup!

Come on!

Faster!

Giddup! Giddup, there!

Rathe's got Elizabeth!

- There's only one way to catch them.

- How?

- Come on!

- Where are we going?

This is madness!

It's our only chance

to get there in time.

Waxflatter worked on it until he died,

and I've also done some tinkering.

Hopefully, the problems are sorted out.

Coming, Watson?

Oh, dear...

- What have I got myself into?

- The adventure of a lifetime.

Uncas, pull!

- It works, Watson, it works!

- We're flying!

- Would you believe it, Watson?

- We're flying!

Faster! Giddup!

(CRACK OF WHIP)

Faster!

Holmes, down there!

Holmes, look out!

Ooh...!

My God, it's nearly half past twelve!

I've just realised I have no idea

how to land this machine!

- Hold tight!

- I'm holding!

This time we're going to crash!

- Hurry, we're sinking back here!

- All right!

Oh!

(VOICES CHANTING)

(JINGLING)

Oh, my God, they're going to kill her.

Elizabeth.

Oh, Elizabeth.

I don't know what to do.

There are a hundred of them.

What can we do?

Perhaps we can apply something

we learnt at school.

- For goodness' sake.

- I can't think of anything.

- Why don't you think of something?

- Watson, that's not helpful.

- Why can't I think of anything?

- You're flustered.

- Why can't you?

- I'm flustered!

(JINGLING)

Watson, I've got it.

- We must create a diversion.

- Create a diversion?

- Why didn't I think of that?

- If my geometry is correct,

one beam misplaced will bring down

this whole thing like a house of cards.

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

Watson, I've a plan.

(CHANTING IS MORE URGENT)

Hurry, Holmes!

Holmes!

Aah...!

Argh...

(GURGLED SCREAM)

(SHE SCREAMS)

Holmes...! Look out!

Holmes, are you all right?

Watson, get her out of here!

Aah!

Oh, no...

Holmes!

Rathe's taken Elizabeth and the stairs

are blocked! What should I do?

Go around the other way!

You must stop him!

Holmes!

Holmes! Holmes! Holmes!

(ELIZABETH) No!

What am I going to do?

No...!

Giddup! Ha!

Ya! Ya!

Aah...!

Good show.

- Elizabeth, are you all right?

- I think so.

Please...

- What are we going to do about Rathe?

- Where is he?

He's gone.

The police will find him.

- Elizabeth...

- Strange...

Strange.

Let's just go back now.

I don't know how

I'll explain this to my parents.

It'll all be explained

in tomorrow's papers.

- Will you be allowed back to school?

- I don't know. Perhaps.

- Holmes!

- No!

Damn!

Ah...!

- Put my coat around her.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going to get him.

- You'll be killed!

Eh Tar.

You're nothing but a damned fraud!

And you are letting your emotions

get the better of you again.

You cannot best me.

Throw down your sword.

- Never. I'd rather die a horrible death.

- Very well. Then I will oblige.

Come, is this the best you can do?

You fight like a child! I've already won!

You've lost every battle,

this will be no exception.

All your dreams have been shattered!

Everything has been destroyed forever!

Ha...! Ha...! Ha...!

Ha...!

Elizabeth... Elizabeth.

Yes, Holmes, let's tarry a while longer,

as your Elizabeth's precious lifeblood

flows from her body.

Argh...!

Elizabeth, come on.

Wake up. Open your eyes.

Elizabeth... Elizabeth.

Holmes.

Don't be sad.

Someday, we'll be reunited.

In another world. A much better world.

I'll be waiting.

And you'll be late... as always.

Elizabeth... No.

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