Sherlock Holmes and the House of Fear

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case, Mr. Chalmers.

Watson pack your things

were off to

Scotland tonight.

Scotland, home

of my ancestors.

A lonely land but

a peaceful one.

It's wonderful after

stuffy London, hey Holmes?

I say who is this

Doctor Merrivale?

Oh well, if you want

to behave like a clam,

you have not uttered a

word since we left London.

Sorry old fellow,

I was thinking.

Twenty years ago

Doctor Merrivale

was a famous surgeon

on Harley Street.

Can't be so very famous,

I never heard of him.

Oh but he was.

His main claim to

distinction, of course,

was the unnecessarily

brutal murder

of a young bride.

Really?

However, he testified

so brilliantly

on the witness box

that he was acquitted

after which he dropped

completely out of sight.

And you think that

he was most probably

responsible

for the death of these

two Good Comrades?

Well I don't

say that he was

but I do say that

he could have been.

Murder is an

insidious thing, Watson.

Once a man has dipped

his fingers in blood

sooner or later he'll feel

the urge to kill again.

Oh gracious me

very unpleasant.

Funeral home.

You suppose were too late?

Oh I think your

unnecessarily

suspicious, Watson.

One of the villagers hey?

Aye sir.

Mr. MacTavis

the blacksmith.

Now daughter, don't be

talking to strangers.

Wasn't her fault.

I asked your daughter

whose funeral it was.

Andy MacTavis,

cut down in the

flower of his manhood.

What a pity.

A young fellow huh?

Just seventy-two.

Seventy-two?

Flower of his manhood,

trying to be funny?

Come on, Watson.

Oh seventy-two,

flower of his manhood.

I've seen about

forty men...

Can I help you gentlemen?

I telegraphed for

reservations from London.

Name sir?

Sherlock Holmes

and Doctor Watson.

We have your

rooms ready then.

Thank you.

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