Young Sherlock Holmes And The Pyramid Of Fear Page #4

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and into your school books.

I appreciate your time, Mr Lestrade.

I suggest you hold on to these.

If I were a detective sergeant

trapped in this room all day,

I'd do everything in my power

to seek out that one investigation

- that could promote me to inspector.

- Good day, Holmes.

Holmes!

What are you doing?

Dudley dropped this.

I was giving it back.

- I beg your pardon?

- Your paper.

- It doesn't belong to me.

- You dropped it.

- It isn't even my handwriting.

- Give it...

These are the exam answers.

It appears we have finally discovered

the secret of your intelligence.

- But, sir...

- You better come with me.

The fools!

Their age has turned them to granite.

They only listen to themselves.

- I thought they'd consider my record.

- They did.

It did more harm than good.

A record of that quality only convinced

the Board you'd cheated all along.

- That's absurd.

- Well, Holmes,

you were caught with the answers

in front of a classroom of students.

Worse, the answers

were in your handwriting.

An excellent forgery. Who'd have

suspected Dudley could pull it off?

I can prove my innocence,

if you'd give me time.

The Board quoted the school motto

five times during our meeting.

- "Honesty, probity and diligence."

- Exactly!

In their eyes, you've committed

the worst crime imaginable.

And I'm being given the worst

punishment imaginable: Expulsion.

Holmes, I will do everything

within my power to help you.

I'll watch this Dudley fellow

and write a recommendation

that will get you into any school

in England.

- I appreciate that, sir.

- If there's anything else I can do...

Oh, well, there is one thing.

- One last duel.

- Yes, sir.

Holmes. You all right?

Fine. It's just a small cut.

I lost concentration for a moment.

I should have removed my ring.

It was an unfair distraction.

- The match is yours.

- Call it a draw.

Come, let Mrs Dribb

look at that wound.

Ah!

- There we are.

- Thank you, Mrs Dribb.

We're all going to miss you

around here, Mr Holmes.

Come on, giddy-up.

Dudley's going to pay dearly for this.

Punch to the jaw! Jab to the ribs!

Now, Watson, revenge is sweetest

when it's served up cold. Come.

- Holmes!

- (BO YS LAUGH)

You did this!

You're responsible, aren't you?

So that's where I dropped my

chemistry experiment: Into your tea!

Don't worry, it will wear off shortly.

You should be back to normal...

by summertime.

(JINGLING)

Chestnuts, hot chestnuts!

Chestnuts!

Chestnuts!

(SHOP BELL)

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

- Is your brother expecting you?

- I'll tell him when I arrive.

(CHUCKLES)

(SCREECHES)

Ah...! Ah...!

(STILL YELLING)

Get 'em off me!

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