Sherlock Holmes Faces Death Page #2

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What's got into

the old clock?

Nothing, nothing at all.

Oh, sir.

Don't you remember the

last time it did that

your father was

killed the next day?

Mr. Holmes, sir.

Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Holmes.

Oh, Mr. Holmes,

I, oh I, oh...

A purely scientific

experiment Mrs. Hudson.

Oh, frightening the wits

out of honest people.

Permit me.

Oh dear,

so now it's bullet

holes in me plaster.

Oh, Mr. Holmes, this

is the last straw.

The last straw,

Mrs. Hudson,

the one which

breaks the back

of the case against

Jacob Dillery.

It proves beyond

a shadow of doubt

that even bound as

he claims he was

he could still

have fired the shot

in his own defense that

killed his wife's lover.

But shooting holes in

my beautiful plaster.

Come in, Watson.

My dear fellow, I'm

glad to find you in.

I didn't even knock.

How did you know

it was me, I.

Me is acceptable, Watson,

unless, of course,

you're a purist,

which I doubt,

and may I add

that your step

is like no

other in London.

You're just in

time for breakfast.

Good, I rather

counted on that.

Mrs. Hudson,

dear, how are you?

Oh, it's good to

see you again, sir.

I think they'll be

enough here for two.

Splendid.

You're a sight for

sore eyes, Watson.

Thanks, old boy,

and so are you.

Sit down.

Good, thank you.

All right let's have it.

What brings you from

North Cumberland

at this early hour?

Bad business, Holmes,

very bad business.

How did you know

that I came from

North Cumberland?

Elementary, my

dear Watson.

You're overnight bag

carried the fresh

Houston label.

The only train arriving

at Houston Station

at this hour is the

New Castle Express

from North Cumberland.

There goes the night,

thou cometh from

North Cumberland.

Obvious, isn't it?

Quite.

Now tell me, how dark deep

was Hurlstone

Towers last night?

Well that's what I came

to see you about, Holmes.

About ten o'clock

last night

I was sitting in the li...

how did you know that

I came from Hurlstone?

You wrote me that

you volunteered

for medical service

within the realm.

With your experience

what post could have

been offered you

other than to

put you in charge

of a home of

convalescent officers?

Only one such home

has been opened

in North Cumberland

in the last month

and that's Musgrave

Manor at Hurlstone.

Simple reasoning,

a child could do it.

Not your child, Watson.

What?

I never had a child.

I very nearly did though.

Did I ever tell you about

that widow Twikem,

a very narrow escape?

I just found out in time

that she had the most

horrible little squirt

about three and a half.

Yes, Watson.

I think we better

stick to Hurlstone.

Oh, sorry, What?

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