Pursuit to Algiers Page #5

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Then I'll put you down for the

three-mile hike before each meal?

Yours?

Thank you yes,

there's a bag goes with it.

Thank you.

Oh, lunch.

There's nothing like salt

air to give one an appetite.

Don't you agree,

Mr. Arnold?

So long, ducky,

see you later.

Aren't you coming,

Dr. Watson?

- No, my dear, I'll join you later.

- All right.

What would Holmes do?

I said sherry, Steward.

Carrying a revolver,

very suspicious.

And I tell you, so long as no one

on the boat knows of our mission...

Things can't be kept

quiet indefinitely.

Certain factions are

still fanatically loyal

to their royal line,

you know.

For enough money

the people will forget

there ever was

such a King.

And once we have the body...

Shh.

- Doctor?

- Hi.

Small gray plane,

two white stripes.

No!

It can't be true!

Holmes,

Holmes gone!

Dr. Watson?

I beg your pardon,

Dr. Watson?

What is it?

I'm sorry to

bother you, sir,

but there's a gentleman

quite ill in Cabin 7.

The captain asked if

you'd mind seeing him.

No, no, I can't

see anyone now.

Well, we have no

doctor aboard, sir.

I've retired from practice.

Well, the captain

requested it, sir.

The captain?

- Oh, where is he?

- If you'll just follow me.

It's the cabin

adjoining yours, sir.

Right this way, sir.

The doctor is here, sir.

Is it serious, doctor?

Oh, dear, dear, dear,

can't you see I'm busy?

Thank you, Sanford.

Holmes!

But the wireless said

your plane crashed!

No survivors!

- It was shot down, Watson.

- I don't understand.

I'm terribly sorry,

old fellow.

I meant you to

know the truth

at the earliest

possible moment,

but as you know,

I have a dislike of plans

made by other people.

They have a habit of

becoming too widely known,

and that convenient accident

of the original plane

merely confirmed

my suspicion.

- You mean you intended to take

the boat all along? - Certainly,

I made the arrangements

with the Prime Minister

while you were at

Baker Street packing.

Well, why didn't you

tell me?

Why let me make

a fool of myself?

You didn't make

a fool of yourself.

No one could

possibly have known

from your manner

in coming aboard

that our young friend

here and I

were lying hidden below

until the ship sailed.

Your Majesty!

You mean, your nephew,

Nikolas Watson.

What?

Oh, yes, yes, of course,

yes, yes, of course.

That's my nephew, Nikolas.

As I suspected,

old fellow,

our enemies acted

promptly and ruthlessly

and it's only a

matter of time

until they find the

wreckage of the plane

and discover

that we're not on it.

Well, let me explain

something, Holmes.

There's a woman on board

who carries a revolver

in her handbag.

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