The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Page #4

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- How do you do?

Sir Ronald Ramsgate.

Mr. Holmes, I...I--

Well, I've got what I wanted,

so I think I'll be going along.

Good day, Miss Brandon.

- Goodbye, doctor.

- Goodbye, sir.

- Your hat and stick,

Sir Ronald

- Thank you.

- I'm depending on you.

- I'll not fail you.

I'm sure of it.

- Goodbye, sir.

- Goodbye.

Yes, Miss Brandon?

I shouldn't have written you

as I did, Mr. Holmes

and then burst in, in this

melodramatic way but I had to see you.

Oh, that doesn't matter,

Miss Brandon.

There's no more resolutely

informal household in all of

London than mine.

- You're very kind.

- Not at all.

Only I don't understand why

you wish to consult me about

a garden party.

You couldn't possibly find a

worse guide to social etiquette.

It's because my brother

and Gerald Hunter.

He's the family solicitor.

He insist on my going

and I don't want to.

I don't want to.

Yes, but how should I know how

to advise you, Miss Brandon?

Perhaps you should do as

your brother and family

solicitor suggests.

Lady Conyngham is

imminently respectable.

Oh, Mr. Holmes,

I'm so frightened.

What are you frightened of,

Miss Brandon?

Murder.

Sit down, Miss Brandon.

Now suppose you tell us

all about it.

Well, this came for my

brother, Lloyd, in the post

two days ago.

Hmm.

This seems to be a field day

for crank messages.

Look at that, Watson.

Huh? Curious.

May the 11th, that's today.

My father received just such a

note before he was murdered.

Murdered?

Murdered.

Ten years ago on May the 11th.

Scotland Yard

couldn't make anything of it.

But I saw him, my father,

lying there on the pavement

with the back of his head all--

Now tell me, Miss Brandon,

do you associate May the 11th

with anything else besides your

father's death,

I mean, perhaps with some other

incident in your family history?

No, no nothing.

My family has no history.

My father was a self-made man.

I see.

Oh, Mr. Holmes,

you must save my brother.

Don't let them kill him

as they did my father.

[Knock on door]

Jerrold?

It was very wrong for you

to come here, Ann, after I

expressly asked you not to.

No more so

than for you to follow me.

- Where's the paper

you took off my desk?

- Here in my hand

and I'll keep it until

I find out what it means.

I apologize for the intrusion,

gentlemen.

My name is Hunter.

I'm a legal representative for

Miss Brandon's brother.

That note was placed

confidentially in my keeping.

It's of no concern to anybody

except Mr. Brandon and myself.

Murder is a concern of every

right-minded person, Mr. Hunter.

You make too much of a trifle.

There's is nothing trifling

about murder.

Miss Brandon fears this

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