Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Weapon Page #6

If he'd only given the

address of this place

I shouldn't

have had to

waste so much

time finding it.

Empty.

The bomb sight's gone.

I didn't expect to find

here, Sir Reginald.

This is a pretty mess.

If you knew this

was going to happen

why the devil didn't you

do something about it?

You can rely on Holmes

implicitly, Sir Reginald.

Tobel is gone and heaven

alone knows where.

It serves me right

for listening to that

half-brained idea of his,

Dismissing Lestrade's

men and they went

leaving him here

alone and unguarded.

Holmes, if anything

has happened to Tobel,

if his invention

falls into the

hands of Germany,

it will be a major

disaster for England.

Christmas wrapping.

He did his

Christmas shopping

in plenty of time.

Yes, curious.

Do you, do you note

something, Holmes?

Scent.

Perfume.

Yes.

I noticed it the moment

we entered the room.

Claire de Luna.

One of the rarer essences

and very expensive.

That woman again.

Undoubtedly.

Get me Inspector Lestrade.

Sherlock Holmes calling.

So Holmes is

finally stumped.

First time I've heard

him call for help.

Call for help indeed.

He's only just beginning

his investigation.

Lestrade?

This is Holmes.

Check the records

and place a call

made on my private

telephone of Bakers Street

approximately

twelve o'clock

on the night of Dr.

Tobel's arrival in London.

Finally stumped,

hey Sir Reginald.

Yes, Lestrade?

Wait a minute.

Charlotte Eberli,

St. George's Street,

Flat B.

Excellent, Lestrade.

Thank you.

Where is Dr. Tobel?

I can't tell you.

You mean you

won't tell me?

I don't know.

How many

Christmas packages

did you take to

him, Ms. Eberli?

Five.

He dismantled

his bomb sight

and packed the units

in four of the boxes.

Is that correct?

Pardon me.

Hello.

Yes.

This is Miss Eberli.

Why, why someone

must have stolen it.

On Richmond Bypass?

Yes.

Yes, I'll arrange

to have it removed.

Yes.

At once.

Now I can be frank

with you, Mr. Holmes.

Dr. Tobel has

disappeared.

They found my car on

Richmond Bypass wrecked.

I loaned it to

him last night.

For what purpose,

Miss Eberli?

He wouldn't tell me,

but he said that

if anything should

happen to him

I was to give you this.

Holmes?

Then he must have

expected something.

Yes.

This envelope has been

opened and resealed.

But that is in impossible.

It hasn't been

out of my hands.

What?

Why that's not

the message.

It isn't even

the same paper.

I saw Dr. Tobel draw

little sets of figures.

What kind of figures?

Well they, they looked

like little dancing men.

Dancing men?

That's curious.

Who's been in this

apartment since Dr. Tobel

entrusted that

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