Sherlock Holmes and the Woman in Green Page #4

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a young lady of fashion.

Well. She didn't

put her coat on.

Open car. Too.

Furthermore. There's

something in that bag

she wants to show me.

What makes you say that?

The bag doesn't

match her dress.

And again. It

was picked for size

rather than style

to accommodate

some bulky object.

You amaze me Holmes.

Elementary my dear fellow.

Well. That's interesting.

What is?

That cab.

At the empty house.

I wonder why he's

followed her here?

Well wouldn't you?

Watson. Give

me the glasses.

(Knock on the door)

Well we shall soon know.

Yes Mrs. Hudson?

It's a young lady

sir. Most urgent.

Ask her to come in.

Go right in. Miss.

Mr. Holmes?

Yes. This is my

friend. Dr. Watson.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Mr. Holmes. you must

excuse me. Please. I...

Yes. Well.

Won't you sit down?

Come along.

May I?

It's quite alright.

Now. Try to control

yourself. Miss Fenwick.

you're with friends.

You know my name?

No magic. I assure you.

I've often seen

your picture.

You're the daughter of

Sir George Fenwick.

Aren't you?

Yes.

It's about my

father that I...

What about your

father. Ms. Fenwick?

Oh. I don't

know what to do.

He's always been the

nicest. Dearest person.

Only since Mother died...

Yes. yes. We know.

So I didn't think

anything of it

when he was away

the night before last.

But he didn't come home

until yesterday

at teatime.

Didn't come in

for dinner at all.

Just paced up and

down in the library.

Hour after hour.

I begged him to let me in.

But he wouldn't!

Steady. Steady.

Now. Take your time.

I couldn't sleep

a wink last night.

Then I started

hearing things.

Hearing things.

What sort of things?

I heard someone

in the garden

underneath my window.

Then I saw a figure moving

down the garden path.

And I recognized

my father.

Stealing through his

own garden like a thief.

He had a spade

in his hand.

And he stopped

by the greenhouse

where he started to dig.

This morning at daybreak.

I strolled on

to the garden.

And found this.

A finger.

A human finger.

Ring up Scotland Yard.

Will you. Watson?

Ask them to get a hold

of Inspector Gregson.

And tell him to

meet us at once at

Sir George Fenwick's

house in Kingston.

Operator?

Give me

Scotland Yard. Quick!

Where's my

father. Norris?

He's still in the

library. Miss.

Thank you. We'll

see him right away.

Will you come

with me. Please?

Thank you.

I got your message.

Mr. Holmes.

Yes. Indeed.

Dad. May I come in?

Dad?

That's funny.

He doesn't answer.

Do you mind?

Please do.

Thank you.

Watson. Quick!

Oh. No. No. No. No!

Take charge of

Miss Fenwick. Please.

Come along with me.

Dead?

Yes.

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