The Scarlet Claw Page #2

Say uh,

can't we get something

to eat before we leave?

We don't often get

food like you do here.

Don't you think

of anything else

besides your stomach?

No not often.

I think I'll get a paper.

Good morning.

Good morning sir.

I imagine you'll be glad to

get back to London Mr. Holmes?

Yes indeed.

Oh by the way, there's

a letter for you sir.

Thank you.

Here's something

about Lady Penrose.

She was found

in the church

with her throat

horribly cut

and then she dragged herself

from the marshes nearby

and tried to summon

help with a bell rope.

What is it Holmes?

Listen to this Watson.

What?

My dearest of Holmes.

I've every

reason to believe

my life is in danger.

Yet if you were to

ask me how I know

I couldn't give you

a logical answer.

There is nothing tangible,

yet like a

terrible premonition

it is also

frightfully real.

I've heard of you

being in Quebec

and I'm turning

to you, a stranger,

and asking your help

in the frantic hope

that you'll not fail me.

Well whose it from?

Signed Lillian Penrose.

Lillian Pen... Lady Penrose?

A letter from

the dead woman.

What's it mean Holmes?

I should say

that Lady Penrose

lived in fear of her life.

Some secret hidden in

her past in probability.

Perhaps it isn't

as simple as that.

What if Penrose is right?

I'm glad we're going

back to London.

Things like that can't

happen on Baker Street.

Oh it's a pity Watson.

Huh?

Do you know a village

by the name of

La Morte Rouge?

Yes sir, it's about

twelve miles from here

up towards the falls.

Great Scott Holmes

you mean you're going

to take on the case.

Quite.

Telephone the airport

and cancel our

reservations will you?

Certainly sir.

Consider Watson the

irony, the tragic irony,

that we accepted the

commission from the victim

to find her murderer.

For the first time

we've been

retained by a corpse.

Doesn't seem to be a bell.

Never mind come along.

Do you think we should?

What a cold, cheerless

looking room.

Yes.

What do you want?

Who are you?

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

I apologize for

this intrusion.

Would you mind gentlemen?

Mr. Holmes

is it your custom

to burst into

people's houses

without ringing the bell?

We couldn't find

the bell sir.

If you've come here

to use the death of my

wife to prove your theories

I must ask you to leave.

Penrose, I

received this letter

from Lady Penrose

this morning.

I say that was

devilish awkward.

I'm afraid you're a

little late Mr. Holmes,

my wife's dead.

And I've come here

to find her murderer.

You might have saved

yourself the trouble.

I'm convinced that

the solution to

this horrible deed

lies in an understanding

of psychic phenomenon.

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