Sherlock Holmes Faces Death Page #4

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Always happy to

help, inspector.

Thanks but I don't think

I shall be needing any.

Why if it isn't

Dr. Watson.

Gentlemen, this

is my friend,

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Mr. Phillip Musgrave

and Dr. Sexton.

How do you do?

How do you do.

I'll just put him up to

spend a few days with us.

That's very good of

you but as you see

Scotland Yard's

already taken charge.

Oh really?

That's most unfortunate.

If you don't

mind, Dr. Watson,

I'd like to have a little

talk with your brother, sir.

I'm afraid you can't have

that pleasure, inspector.

Oh no?

I've got bad news

here, Mr. Musgrave.

We've just found your

brother in the lime walk.

He's dead.

You can't mean it.

No.

Look here, Holmes,

if this is one of

your little jokes.

Murder's no

joke, inspector.

That's right, Mr. Holmes.

Nobody's saying it ain't.

Murder?

Well let's get going.

I'll take charge now.

But it's quite

within my rights

as a local justice

of the peace.

I'll come with you.

Wait a minute you fool.

Don't go barging

in like that.

Don't maul me.

Surgical instruments.

You know Watson, the

instruments that save life

are hardly more

pleasant to look at

than those that take it.

Hmm.

Grisly thought, Holmes.

You rang, Dr. Watson?

Yes, Brunton.

I want you to

take some men

and go down to

the lime walk.

Me, sir, well I can't sir.

I'm sorry but

I simply can't.

My stomach, you know.

I really couldn't

look at a corpse.

Corpse?

Well I...

How did you know that

there was a corpse?

Obviously he was

listening at the door.

I'll take care of

the matter, doctor.

I was listening too.

Come along, Brunton.

Remarkable woman.

Housekeeper, I suppose.

She's very efficient.

Same type as

Marianne Carpenter,

the trunk murderess.

Extraordinary house.

Yes, it's is indeed.

Now Watson, if

you don't mind

I'd like to have a word

with your

extraordinary patients.

Let me remind

you, Holmes,

that my patients

are just patients.

Quite so.

All normal men,

sound in mind and body

and no sign of

psychoneurosis.

I quite understand.

And Holmes even

normal people

are sometimes a little...

Precisely.

Hello Mack.

Oh, I must have

taken a wee nap.

Mack I want you to meet a

very old friend of mine,

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Captain Mackintosh.

How do you do?

I have heard of

you, Mr. Holmes.

Sorry to have wakened you.

Oh, that's

quite all right.

See you later.

Yes.

Sit down Mack and go

on with your sleep.

Poor chap.

He got wounded in a

trench on Josher Hill.

The German Tanks

went over him.

Watson?

Huh?

Have you any idea

how Jeffery Musgrave

met his death?

He has a depressed

skull fracture,

wait a minute

Holmes, it isn't.

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