Sherlock Holmes and the Voice of Terror

Good afternoon, Sir Evan.

Your card opened

all doors.

Blauser,

you've put on

a little weight

since you left school.

You don't look any

younger yourself, Dimples.

How are you?

Fine.

Come in would you.

You know these gentlemen?

I think so.

How do you do?

I haven't had

the pleasure.

May I introduce my friend

and associate, Dr. Watson?

Hello.

How do you do?

I'm afraid I've arrived

at an embarrassing moment.

Not at all.

This gentleman here,

Admiral Sir John Prentiss,

Admiral Prentiss

objects most strongly

to my being called in.

How could you

possibly infer that?

Look on the carpet.

Carpet?

A man who rises

from his chair

and digs his heels

sternly into the carpet

is violently opposed

to something,

and the Admiral being

quite distressed

by the criticisms

of the Press

would be most apt to

resent my intrusion.

Well.

You've just arrived

from Seven Oaks.

Yes, of course.

How on earth did

you know that?

Pardon my mentioning it

but adhering to

your left boot heel

is a clay known

only in Seven Oaks.

An amazing piece

of deduction.

Elementary my dear Barham.

Here's a broadcast of

the Voice of Terror.

Greetings from

the Third Reich.

Are you listening

stout fellows

across the channel?

Are you listening

you little body

of incompetent men

known as the

Inner Council?

Today a new thrill,

a new proof of the

invincibility

of the Fuhrer.

Right now a packed

express train

laden with British

troops and nurses

is speeding

across England.

In just one moment

it will leave the

rails forever,

crashing twisted metal,

the cries of

the dying...

They can't,

they wouldn't dare.

It's impossible.

They couldn't have...

...men are

laughing, joking.

That one in the third car

reads a letter from home.

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