The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes Page #3

After performance...

there will be little

celebration backstage...

and Madame requests

your presence.

We'd be delighted.

You are invited, also.

Hey!

Ah, Mr. Holmes...

Madame is expecting you

in her dressing room.

Dr. Watson, you will

amuse yourself meanwhile.

We have vodka, caviar, girls.

Oh, no, thank you.

No girls?

No caviar.

lt makes me break out in hives.

...Doctor Watson.

Any of your girls

understand English?

Nyet!

Well, now, not one single word?

Nyet!

ln that case,

l don't mind telling you...

that you all have

lovely pooh-poohs.

Mr. Holmes,

l must prepare you.

This is not ordinary case.

lt's only the extraordinary

that interests me.

Good.

Because you'll find this

extra-extraordinary.

Madame Petrova...

...Mr. Sherlock Holmes...

may l present Madame Petrova.

Ochen priatna.

Madame.

Madame says you are

shorter than she thought.

Oh, l didn't mean to be.

Short, tall, who cares?

lt is the brains that count.

Well, thank you.

Thank you.

...Baskervilles.

Madame is great

admirer of yours.

She has read every story.

Her favorite is...

''Big Dog from Baskervilles.''

l'm afraid it loses

something in translation.

Nikolai...

Mr. Holmes,

you know about fiddles?

What is your opinion of this?

''Antonius Stradivarius,

Cremonensis...

''Anno 1709.''

Well, the label is authentic.

Judging from the shape,

the color of the varnish...

and the tone, l would say

it is a genuine Stradivarius...

of the best period.

You like?

Oh, it's magnificent.

Nikolai...

Here. Take it.

Madame says it is yours.

Mine?

For services you will render.

My fees as a detective

are not exactly trifling...

but a Stradivarius--

you're not serious.

l am not, but Madame is.

All right...

l will pour vodka

and explain.

Mr. Holmes...

what you have seen

tonight is last...

and positively

final performance...

of Madame Petrova.

She is retiring.

What a shame.

She's been dancing since

she was three years old...

and after all,

she is now thirty-eight.

l must say,

she doesn't look thirty-eight.

That is because

she is forty-nine.

So Madame has decided

to leave ballet...

and spend life

bringing up her child.

How admirable.

Problem is how to find father.

Oh, is he missing?

Correct.

And that's why

you've called me in.

Also correct.

We must have father.

Because without father,

how could there be child?

Oh, l see.

The whole thing is still

in the planning stage.

Correct again.

Madame would like child...

to be brilliant

and beautiful.

Since she is beautiful,

she needs man who is brilliant.

Zo sdarovya!

What's in it?

What does it taste like?

Red pepper.

That's what's in it.

l beg your pardon?

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