Sherlock Holmes and the Woman in Green Page #2

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absurdly romantic.

She loves dreamy music.

And she thinks that we...

But we do. Don't we?

Do we?

Well. It's rather

soothing. Restful.

Yes.

And we all need

rest at times.

Like tired children

who played too long.

You've played with wooden

soldiers. I suppose?

Funny. Hadn't thought

of that for years.

Toy boats were

my special joy.

Anything I could

set afloat anywhere.

Like this. And this.

Toy boats sailing into

the never-never land.

The land of

beautiful dreams.

Look.

Look odd. Isn't it. How

the light is reflected.

Little specks of light

that move and move.

Like stars on a

slowly-moving stream.

You know Holmes I'm very

sensitive to atmosphere.

Oh?

Yes I can tell by

the feel of this room

there's been a

murder committed here.

It may interest you to

know. My dear fellow.

It was at the other

side of that door

at the foot of the

stairs that the poor

girl was murdered.

If only I could find it.

Find what?

The one thing

these unfortunate

victims have in common

that might give us a

motive for these murders.

There must be something.

Another Jack the Ripper.

If you ask me

a homicidal maniac.

No. Watson. In the

case of Jack the Ripper.

There was one

thing in common.

His victims were all

from one walk of life.

Living in the same

section of the city.

In this case. The murderer

chooses his victims

from all walks of life

and from different

sections of the city.

No. My dear fellow.

This is not the work

of a homicidal maniac.

It's something

infinitely more sinister.

You're giving

me the creeps.

What on earth are

you talking about?

Watson. I'm convinced

that these murders

are only incidental

to some larger and

more diabolical scheme.

That may be. But

why the severed fingers?

The answer to that

question. My dear fellow.

Is our only hope of

solving these mysteries.

Dear Sister. I am so happy

I had such a lovely

Holiday at Brighton

with you and Alph.

And I'm looking forward

to being with you again.

Poor little thing.

Sort of raises a

lump in your throat.

I can picture

her sitting here

happily writing

this letter

and not a bit realizing

that she's shortly

going to her death.

Hello.

Gregson.

Oh. There you are.

Mr. Holmes.

I've been looking

for you everywhere.

What's happened?

Murder in Edgeware Road.

Not half an hour ago.

Woman?

Yes. And the right

forefinger cut off clean.

(Newspaper vendor

hawking his paper)

Morning Paper,

all about the murder,

Paper, horrible murder.

Another young woman

found murdered, paper sir.

Korrible murder, paper,

paper, read all about it.

On me fancy. Mum.

There's been another of

those horrible murders.

Dear. Dear. How shocking.

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