Welcome to Subterranean Cinema , the perfect place to watch classic movies originating from your hometown TV station, PBS Fort Wayne.

I'm your host, Kris Hensler.

And tonight I am joined by Logan Nickloy.

So, Logan, when you're not busy being a pirate down here in the basement, what else do you like to do?

Well, I produce underwriting spots here at the station, but I also play guitar and hang out with my chickens, usually not at the same time.

Jolly good.

And as a reminder, Subterranean Cinema is our very own version of classic movie night.

And it's also something that PBS viewers have been requesting for quite a while.

So here we are taking a little refresh down here in the study The basement!

All right.

Right.

And watching some sweet, classic films.

Every week I come down here to look for clues in order to find a smashing good film.

Then once I find something tasty, we do a little research on the background of that movie.

And away we go.

Classic movie night, or as we like to call it, Subterranean Cinema.

And it all starts off on Saturday night at 8 p.m. on our Explore channel.

Then again at midnight on the main channel.

And then finally on Sunday afternoon at 2 p.m., also on the main channel.

Hey Kris, why don't you tell the viewers about tonight's film and why we're using these ridiculous accents?

Oh, yes, old boy.

That is precisely what I plan on doing.

Tonight's film is Sherloc Holmes Dressed to Kill , starring Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce.

This 1946 mystery features Sherlock Holmes as he becomes intrigued when Doctor Watson's friend Julian Emery visits and tells them of a strange robbery at his flat the previous night.

Mr. Emery is an avid collector of music boxes and has several quite expensive pieces in his enormous collection.

The previous night someone broke into his flat and knocked him unconscious as he tried to intervene.

All they took, however, was a simple wooden music box he had bought at auction that same day for a mere £2.

I'm quite curious, I must say.

Indeed.

Apparently the box was one of three available for sale.

As Holmes and Watson begin to trace the other buyers, it becomes apparent that someone will stop at nothing to retrieve all three boxes, including murder.

Hmm.

The plot thickens, wouldn't you say, Watson?

I mean, Logan, I think you might be right.

But it's also quite interesting that this film has to alternate titles.

Oh, do tell, old.

Oh, I will.

The first one is Prelude to Murder .

Sounds quite serious, I must say.

And the other is Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Code .

Not bad.

But I think Dressed to Kill is seriously the way to go on this one.

Oh, yes.

I must agree, my old man.

Anything else?

Well, yes.

Now that you asked.

This is also the final entry in a series of 14 films based on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes character.

And I must say, I do enjoy this hat.

I think it's quite stylish.

Oh, I do indeed.

Now, I must say, I am more than ready to see this film.

So let's get out the popcorn, pour some brandy and settle in for a night at the movies with Sherlock Holmes Dressed to Kill , starring Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce.

You're watching Subterranean Cinema only on PBS Fort Wayne.

Jolly old Watson!

I mean, Logan.

Sorry.

Cheers, old boy.

Cheers.

(pleasant music) (upbeat orchestra music) (dramatic orchestra music) >> Narrator: Dartmore Prison, isolated from the outside world by walls of granite.

They say you could get outta here by merely telling what you know.

>> You may or may not be another Scotland Yard bloke.

But I'll give you the same answer I gave the others.

I still have two years, eight months and six days left in which to make musical boxes that will be sold at auction for the benefit of this delightful sanctuary.

(music box chiming) And I intend to stay.

(music box chiming) >> Move along.

>> And now we come to the next subject on our list or I should say objects because there are three of them.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, these can be bought together or separately.

Now these beautiful little musical boxes only arrived this morning and I didn't intend to put them on the auction block until later, but I'm going to tell them now.

So, good friends, as our friend Mark Antony used to say, lend me your ears.

And what do you hear?

Right, the beautiful tinkle tinkle of a musical box.

What a lovely trinket.

What a beautiful gift.

Created and made by loving hands.

A thing of beauty and utility.

Now who's gonna start with five pounds?

It's a bargain, five pounds.

Do I see any hands?

Is there a connoisseur in the house who'll go three pounds for it?

Two pounds.

One pound.

10 shillings.

Thank you, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen 10 shillings is offered for a musical box you couldn't buy anywhere in London for less than five pounds.

Bit of a steal to let it go for 10 shillings.

Like taking milk from a baby.

All right, we'll sell it for 10 shillings.

10 shillings, 10 shillings if offered, 10 shillings if offered, 10 shillings if offered, Anyone giving one pound?

For only one pound?

Won't somebody give me one pound?

Haha, one pound is offered, one pound is offered.

Ladies and gentlemen, one pound is offered.

The interest is there.

We go to two pounds.

You go to two pounds, sir?

Two pounds, two pounds is offered, two pounds is offered.

Going once, twice, third and last call.

(gavel pounding) Sold to the gentleman for two pounds.

>> Sorry, my dear.

>> Now, ladies and gentlemen comes the opportunity to purchase an exact duplicate of the beautiful little musical box just bought by this gentlemen for the ridiculous low price of two pounds.

It's exactly the same.

Exactly the same.

Made it the same hands.

You hear that?

Isn't that lovely?

That tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle.

Sounds like the bells to me, you know, with the little angels pulling on the ropes, eh?

Who will give me two pounds for it?

Who's done with two pounds?

Will anybody start for two pounds?

Oh come, come, ladies and gentlemen.

You know, for all the enthusiasm we might be in Scotland instead of London.

>> Please buy it for me, Daddy.

>> Two pounds, certainly not.

We all might be in Scotland, besides I don't like these men.

>> One pound, 10 shillings.

One pound, one pounds is asked.

One pound, one pound is offered.

One pound is offered, do I have one pound the advance?

Going once, going twice, the third and the last call.

(gavel pounding) (music box chiming) Sold to the lady for one pound.

>> Smart bidding, my dear.

>> Thank you.

>> We come to the third and last of these beautiful little musical boxes.

Exactly the same, tinkle, tinkle.

Isn't that lovely?

Ladies and gentlemen, I don't bring you here to gully and to swindle you.

This is the exact replica of those two I just sold before.

(knuckles rapping) >> We're closed.

>> But this is extremely important.

>> Come in, sir, come in.

>> I'm sorry to disturb you but I was unfortunately delayed from arriving in time to bid on several articles which I was rather anxious to obtain.

>> Well perhaps they weren't sold, sir.

>> We are carrying several things over.

What might the articles be, sir?

>> Ah, three identical musical boxes about ah, so large.

>> Oh, I'm sorry sir but they were sold.

Pity you weren't here to bid on them.

They didn't bring anything like the real value.

>> I'm most anxious to obtain them.

I wonder if your records would show who the purchasers were?

>> Oh, we don't usually give out that information, sir.

>> For certain, shall we say, sentimental reasons I'm most anxious to get in touch with the purchasers.

I'd be willing to pay, shall we say, five pounds.

>> Well for certain sentimental reasons, sir, we'd be happy to oblige.

Alfred!

Today's sales, the three musical boxes, middle of our day.

Ah, here we are.

The first purchased for two pounds to a Mr. Julian Emery.

52 Portman Square.

Write those addresses down, Alfred.

>> Yes sir.

>> The second didn't leave any name.

>> Well, how unfortunate.

>> I think she's a dealer.

You see, they've don't like us to know where the things are going.

>> On account of the profits.

>> You said the second purchaser was a woman.

Can you give me a description of her?

>> Oh, she was a young woman.

Fairly tall, slender.

A light complexion and dark hair and she was wearing a gray suit, don't you remember?

She probably runs a gift shop, she paid the one pound.

>> You say she comes here fairly frequently?

>> No, I didn't say so.

But she does, sir.

Like as not she'll come in on Thursday.

We have sales on Mondays and Thursdays.

>> Oh, and the third box?

>> The third, oh, Mr. William Kilgore, 143B Hampton Way, for 10 shillings.

>> Hmm, quite a drop from two pounds.

>> Mr. Kimball was a Scotchman.

>> Oh, well thank you, you've been most helpful.

>> Oh, thank you, sir.

If at any time you're passing, drop in.

We always have lovely things for sale.

Our card, sir.

>> Ah, thank you.

I'll ah, be back Thursday.

The message reached us too late.

The musical boxes have been sold.

Let's get out of here.

(growling) Someday you'll go too far.

Reaching for a star, you fool.

>> And yet a fool may touch a star, Colonel Cavanaugh, if he reaches high enough.

>> I'd not possess it as you would.

>> The musical boxes, they've been sold?

(tongue clicking) What a pity for you my dear Colonel.

>> Is it my fault that the message reached just only an hour ago?

Is it my fault that they were sold?

She can't hold me responsible for that.

>> I hope for your sake you're right.

("Danny Boy" violin music) >> You've a couple upon you tonight at a quarter to 8:00.

The gentlemen desires to consult you for a matter of the very deepest moment.

Remember that letter, Holmes?

It was written over two years ago.

Interesting case, devilishly interesting.

Hmm, Irene Adler, such a striking looking woman from the brief glance I had of her.

She was in here yesterday.

What charm, hmm, what poise and what a mind.

Sharp enough and brilliant enough to outwit the great Sherlock Holmes himself.

>> I take it the new issue of "The Strand" magazine is out containing another of your slightly lurid tales.

>> Indeed.

>> And what do you call this one?

>> I call it, "A Scandal in Bohemia."

Not a bad touch, that.

>> Hmm, if you must record my exploits, I do wish we put less emphasis on the melodramatic and more on the intellectual issues involved.

>> More on the intel, what you mean by that?

>> Well I do hope you've given ah, The Woman a soul.

She had one, you know.

>> By The Woman, I suppose you mean Irene Adler?

>> Yes.

I shall always remember her as The Woman.

(knuckles rapping) >> Come in.

(laughing) Stinky!

>> Fatso, old boy, how are you?

>> How are you, old boy?

I haven't seen your for years.

I want you to meet my old friend, Sherlock Holmes.

Holmes, this is Stinky.

In other words, Julian Emery.

>> Hi.

>> How do you do, Mr. Emery?

Watson has often spoken of you.

>> Oh has he?

Yes, we were in school together.

It's more years ago then I care to remember, but you didn't come here just remind me of that.

>> No, I just happened to be in the neighborhood and saw your lights burning so I took the liberty of looking you up.

Still writing your mystery stuff?

>> Yes, there's a new one out this week.

>> Good, I never miss 'em.

>> Oh good, thanks.

I say, that bandage makes you look very interesting.

Still your nose into other people's business as usual?

Who hit you?

>> I haven't the foggiest notion.

Somebody knocked me on the head in my own living room and then proceeded to commit the most idiotic burglary you ever heard of.

Ha, the fellow must have been balmy as a coot.

>> Balmy, why?

(chuckling) Come sit down, old boy.

You, you like a cup of tea, huh?

Oh, all right.

I'll go tell Mrs. Hudson.

>> Why do you say the robbery was idiotic, Mr. Emery?

>> Oh simply from the fact that with about 5,000 pounds worth of musical boxes in my living room the thief, who I caught in the act, made off with one that isn't even worth worth five pounds.

>> I gather you're a collector of musical boxes.

>> (chuckling) Yes, I am indeed.

Some of them are very beautiful but not the one that was stolen.

The thief evidently grabbed the first thing that came to his hand when he had me coming into the room.

>> Still it's rather odd, isn't it, that having disposed of you he didn't pick up something more valuable.

Was there anything unusual about the stolen box?

>> No, nothing at all.

I picked it up in the South of France, oh, several years ago.

>> You were saying you have many valuable music boxes and yet the thief made off of one that isn't worth five pounds.

Sounds like rather than an intriguing little problem.

>> Yes, well I take it that he was just very petty thief and didn't know the value.

>> That is a possible explanation and yet I venture to say that the average petty thief has a more extensive knowledge of the value of what object are then the average collector.

>> Well anyway, that's Scotland Yard's area.

They didn't get very excited about it.

>> That's consistent anyway.

I wonder if I might to see your collection, Mr. Emery.

>> Why of course you could.

Yes, nothing a collector likes more than showing off his treasures.

When would it suit you?

>> No time like the present.

>> Good, my place is just round in Portman Square.

>> Shall we?

>> Yes, right.

>> Hello?

Where are you going?

Stinky hasn't had his tea yet.

>> Oh, I'm sorry.

>> We're going round to my place where I'm going to give you something better than tea.

Now this one was made for Louis XV and is one of the very few still in existence from that period.

And a particularly fine specimen at that.

(bird whistling) Charming, isn't it?

>> Quite.

>> They all sound to me like a lot of mice running about on a tin roof.

>> I'm afraid you have no ear for music, Watson.

>> Give me a good old band playing a rousing march.

You can have all your silly little tweet tweets.

(whistling) (chuckling) >> Gracious me.

(chiming music) Stupid thing, singing rabbit.

>> What would you say offhand is the value of a box like that, Mr. Emery?

>> Well it's hard to say offhand but think it would bring about 500 or 600 pounds today.

It's the Gemini collection.

>> A thief who steals an oddity like a musical box passes up one worth 500 pounds for one of almost no value at all, odd.

Very odd.

>> What was the stolen box like, Mr. Emery?

>> Oh, just plain wooden box about so big.

>> Mmm hmm.

>> As matter of fact, I have another here almost exactly like it.

I picked this up yesterday at an auction room in Knightsbridge.

(music box chiming) Paid only two pounds for it.

Course I wouldn't ordinarily add one like this to my collection but the tune intrigued me.

I'd never heard it before.

(whistling the tune) You have a remarkable ear for music, Holmes.

>> Rather unusual melody.

>> Sit down, will you.

>> Thanks.

You say you bought that box at an auction sale yesterday.

>> Yes, the Gaylord auction rooms in Knightsbridge.

>> Mmm hmm.

>> Run by old, uh, what's his name?

>> Crabtree.

>> That's the man.

>> At what time was the robbery committed?

>> Oh, about 3:00 this morning.

>> You know, Mr. Emery, that box in the robbery might well be cause and effect, especially since you say that the stolen box outwardly resembles this one a great deal.

And a Scotland Yard were not particularly interested, eh?

>> Oh yes, but I wouldn't blame them for that.

Especially as I told him I was quite unable to describe the thief except, of course, for the fact that it was definitely a man.

>> All you remember is that he came in here and someone struck you on the head.

>> Yes, and the next thing I knew my man was trying to revive me.

>> It might be wise to put that box away somewhere and lock it up.

>> No, I don't think that's necessary.

Besides everything's insured.

>> Well, at least if any further attempts at robbery are made I'd suggest that you call the police rather than running into any personal danger.

>> Oh come, Holmes, are you being a bit of an alarmist?

>> Possibly.

>> I must agree with Stinky, it seems to me you are making rather a mountain out of a mole skin.

>> Mole hill is the word, old boy, and it's time you were in bed.

(laughing) Thanks so much for letting us see your place.

>> Well it's been grand meeting you.

>> Holmes, I can't understand why you were so mysterious.

Seems to me the petty thief explanation was the only sensible one.

>> Really?

>> Yes, I can't see how you can believe it was anything else.

>> I didn't say I believed it to be anything else.

Petty thief is the obvious one, I grant you.

However, it's often a mistake to accept something's true merely because it's obvious.

The truth is only arrived at by the painstaking process of eliminating the untrue.

We are not able to do that in this case without further data.

>> Rubbish, you're pulling my leg.

You're trying to turn a common hackney robbery into an international plot.

>> No I'm not.

I just hope that your friend, Stinky, is a little more cautious in the future, just in case.

(phone ringing) >> Hello?

Yeah.

Julian Emery here.

Who?

(chuckling) Of course I remember you, Mrs. Courtney.

Yes, yes, you were the one bright spot at that appallingly dull affair at Lady Stanford's.

Huh?

No it's not too late to come around.

Yes, I shall be delighted to give you a drink.

I tell you what, come straight up and I'll leave the door unlatched.

Right then, well, 15 minutes?

Good.

(chuckling) I shall be counting each moment.

No, I mean that, really.

(chuckling) Right, goodbye.

(singing lighthearted tune) >> Boo!

>> Oh!

You startled me.

>> Did I?

>> Yes.

>> Must be the pixie in me.

>> I know I shouldn't have called you so late but I was at a party just around the corner and I remembered your invitation to see your collection of musical boxes.

>> My dear Mrs. Courtney, the pleasure is all the greater for being so unexpected.

>> My friends call me Hilda.

>> Thanks, mine call me Stinky.

>> Stinky, how quaint.

Oh what a perfectly wonderful collection of musical boxes.

You know when you told me you had a collection I had no idea it was so attractive.

>> (chuckling) Yes, they appeal to the ear as well as to the eye.

>> Oh what a plain little one.

Why it looks just like a country cousin amid all this grandeur.

>> Oh no, no, no, you oughtn't underestimate the country cousin.

Only last night a burglar broke in here and with all these to choose from, made off with one very much like it.

>> Really?

>> Yes, I don't mind the loss of the box so much but I do resent the crack on the skull.

>> It makes you look so interesting.

>> Oh, do you think so?

>> Uh huh.

>> Funny, that's what old fatso said.

>> Fatso?

>> I mean, Dr. Watson.

He was here to see me with a friend, a Mr. Holmes.

He's interested in my collection too.

>> Sherlock Holmes?

>> Yes, do you know him?

>> I heard of him.

>> Yes he seems to think I'm in some sort of danger.

>> What a haunting tune, it takes me right back to my childhood.

>> Really?

>> You know, it's odd that you should be interested in that particular musical box.

>> Mrs. Courtney: Odd, why?

>> 'Cause Mr. Holmes is also interested in it.

>> Mrs. Courtney: He may have been more interested in the tune than in the box.

>> Stinky: My goodness, that's right.

I remember now, he whistled it note to note having heard it only once.

>> Really?

>> He must be a remarkable man.

>> Bit of an alarmist if you ask me.

>> Don't you believe in warning?

>> Course not.

Who'd want a box like that?

>> I would.

>> You're not serious?

>> Oh but I am.

>> Well you put me in a very awkward position.

I'm a collector, you know.

And a collector buys but never sells.

>> But if the price were high enough?

>> (chuckling) Price has nothing to do with it.

It's the principle of the thing.

>> Yes well, we haven't had our drink.

>> No thanks, I must be getting along.

>> Must you really?

>> I'm afraid to.

>> Stinky: You're not walking out on me are you?

>> My reputation, Stinky.

>> (chuckling) I say, you know, you are an attractive woman.

>> Thanks.

(dramatic orchestra music) You fool, I told you to wait outside.

Why did you have to kill him for?

All I had to do is walk out with it.

>> He held you in his arms.

>> Don't touch him, don't touch anything.

Now get out.

>> I'm sorry.

>> You're sorry?

What about me?

This is murder.

What about Scotland Yard?

What about Sherlock Holmes?

Now get out.

(pensive orchestra music) >> Did you get it?

Good.

Did you have any trouble with it?

>> Just a matter of murder.

>> Ah, Mr. Holmes.

>> Hopkins.

>> Thanks for coming so promptly.

Inspector LaStrade suggested that I call through to you.

>> Mr. Emery was a client that Mr. Holmes, Inspector.

>> Indeed?

You didn't mention that when I telephoned you, Mr. Holmes.

>> Well, not exactly a client, Inspector.

Sergeant Thompson?

>> He was killed between the hours of 11:00 and 2:00 this morning, Mr. Holmes.

>> Must have been someone he knew or someone of whom he had no suspicion.

>> Poor old Stinky, it's all my fault.

I should have prevented this.

Well it's no time to start talking about that now, Doctor.

Apparently it's gone.

That's the second attempt on the musical box that Emery bought at the auction sale.

And this time it was successful.

>> But those boxes are only worth two pounds.

>> It was worth a man's life, Watson.

I think we better pay a visit to Gaylord's auction room and that fellow Crabtree.

Inspector, may I suggest that you make a complete search of this flat for a small, plain musical box about that size.

Thank you.

Come on, Watson.

You say the first box we went to Mr. Julian Emery.

The second to Mr. Kilgore, 143B Hampton Way.

The third to the unidentified young lady who presumably has a shop and lives at Grover's Green.

>> That's right, Mr. Holmes.

>> Isn't it strange, Mr. Crabtree, that you should have three identical musical boxes, all thing the same tune?

Where'd they come from?

>> Dartmore Prison.

>> Dartmore?

>> Yeah, we get a regular shipment from there every month.

The inmates manufacture them.

They make all kinds of things, you know, pipe racks, wastepaper baskets, musical boxes.

>> Did you happen to notice if anyone showed any particular interest during the auction and the purchasers of these three boxes?

Oh come now, Mr. Crabtree, this is very literally a matter of life and death.

>> Well, since you put it that way, Mr. Holmes, there was a gentlemen came here about an hour after closing time and he was in an awful state he was.

He gave me five pounds to tell him where the boxes had gone to.

He said they had a sentimental value for him, sir.

>> Hmm, expensive sentiment.

>> Can you describe him?

>> He was tall, distinguished looking and he had gray hair and a mustache, he was quite a gentleman, sir.

>> And what was his reaction when you were unable to supply him with the address the young lady who runs the shop?

>> I told him the young lady usually comes back on Thursday.

He said he'd come back on Thursday, that's tomorrow.

>> Thank you, Mr. Crabtree, you've been very helpful.

Thank you.

Come on, Watson.

>> Where are we going now, home?

>> To the home of Mr. Kilgore and then about the third box.

(doorbell buzzing) >> But hang it all, Holmes, how do you know those other two musical boxes are of any importance?

>> I don't but I certainly have no intention of waiting until the owners are murdered to find out.

(doorbell buzzing) >> No one's at home.

>> I hope that's explanation.

>> I'll have a look through this window.

Doesn't seem to be anyone there.

Whole place seems deserted as far as I can see.

>> Yes?

>> Mr. and Mrs. Kilgore at home?

>> No.

>> When do you expect them?

>> Oh, in an hour or so.

There's no use your hangin' about, they don't buy nothin' from peddlers.

>> Peddlers?

My good woman, this is Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

>> Sherlock Holmes, oh go on.

>> Do you mind if we come in and wait?

My businesses rather urgent.

>> Well I've got to go out and do me shoppin'.

And I don't know if Mrs. Kilgore'd like any strangers nosin' about.

>> It's quite all right, I assure you.

>> Well I've got to be off.

You two wait in the parlor and no smokin' either.

Mrs. Kilgore says it smells up the house.

>> Funny old girl, Holmes.

>> Hmm.

(sighing) >> Park Lane.

>> Park Lane?

And what would the likes of you be doin' in Park Lane?

>> Now don't worry about the place, love.

If you knows how to get to Park Lane, up it.

(engine revving) >> Holmes, I've been thinking, there must have been something hidden in that box of old Stinky's.

Stolen jewelry, possibly.

What's up, Holmes?

>> Listen.

(muffled thumping) It's just the steam in the water pipes.

(muffled thumping) >> Sherlock: Watson!

>> Great Scott!

Come on, Holmes, get her on the chair here.

>> It's all right, my dear.

There, there, there.

Now don't worry, it's all over.

>> There, there, don't cry anymore.

>> She tied me up and shut me in the cupboard.

>> I know, I know she won't come back.

Did you show her your new musical box.

>> Yes, she said she wanted to hear it play and as soon as I showed it to her she grabbed hold of me.

>> I know, now don't worry your, don't worry.

We'll buy you a new musical box.

>> Yes dear, the best one in London.

>> Watson.

Oh what a fool, what a fool I've been.

>> What do you mean, Holmes?

>> She took the musical box out of this house and that market basket, right under our very noses.

>> Why would the Kilgore's charwoman want to take a music box?

>> She isn't the Kilgore's charwoman.

She's a consummate actress, extremely clever, unscrupulous woman who will stop at nothing.

Take care of the child, will you Watson, until her parents get back.

Explain everything to them.

>> Of course, I will.

But Holmes, where are you going?

>> Somewhere, somehow I must get to the young lady who bought that third musical box before on opponents find her.

I only hope that I won't be too late.

>> Oh now, now, now, now darling, you mustn't cry anymore.

Now cheer up.

Would you like to hear old uncle make a noise like a duck?

(quacking) Sorry.

(music box chiming) >> Now, ladies and gentlemen, how much am I offered for this beautiful lace china figurine?

A lady of the French court.

Now this is the genuine article.

What a beautiful ornament for your mantle piece or you could use it as a centerpiece on the dining room table.

Now, somebody start me for 10 pounds.

Will somebody start me for 10 pounds?

Eight pounds.

Seven pounds.

All right, five, five pounds is offered.

Five pounds is offered, five pounds is offered.

Five pounds, 10.

Five pounds, 15.

Five pounds, 15.

Six pounds offered, six pounds.

Six pounds going once, going twice, the third and the last call and that'll be all done.

(gavel pounding) Sold to the lady from Fricknam for six pounds.

Next, we I have a real museum piece, ladies and gentlemen.

A fine 19th century doll.

The costume an exact replica of the holiday clothes worn by the Hungarian peasant women.

Now ladies and gentlemen, an article like this would cost you from 15 to 20 pounds in a West End shop.

I'm not going to ask him anything like that.

Who'll give me two pounds for it?

Two pounds, anybody offer me two pounds?

Two pounds for the Hungarian.

One pound.

One, anybody?

Anybody give me one pound?

Anybody offer me one pound for the doll.

One pound is offered, ladies and gentlemen, one pound is offered.

Now I'm not going to waste your valuable time or mine in trying to get one half of what this beautiful doll is worth.

If the young lady can steal it for one pound, that's her good fortune.

So it's going once, going twice, the third and last call.

Any more?

(gavel pounding) Sold to the young lady for one pound.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, may I draw your attention to something which may be a great surprise to you.

Worthy of any collection.

The only other one like it is in the British Museum.

It's a Ming vase of the 7th dynasty.

This vase lay in a large collection somewhere outside Rome for over two centuries, as I understand.

It was discovered there by the noted antiquarian, Sir Andrew Cobblestone.

Now some of you may remember Sir Andrew Cobblestone.

Besides being another traveling antiquarian he's also a gentleman rider.

>> A girl with a parcel in her hand, that's her.

>> Are you sure that's the girl?

>> She fits definitely the auction's description.

>> Follow her, Hamid.

(motor rumbling) (distant siren blaring) >> It's lovely, dear.

>> And only one pound.

We can get at least three for it.

>> Easily.

I'll go make some tea.

>> I could deal with a cup.

>> Right.

(bell on door ringing) >> Good afternoon.

>> Good afternoon.

>> I'm looking for a birthday gift for a seven year old girl.

What would you suggest?

>> We have lovely dolls.

Now this Hungarian- >> I think she has enough dolls already.

>> Books are always welcome.

>> Well, I'm looking for something a little different.

>> That's rather cute.

What is it?

>> Oh, that's a musical box.

Children always love them.

And this is an exceptionally nice one.

It plays many tunes.

(music box chiming) >> Have you any others?

>> Yes.

If you'll just step this way.

I have only two left.

>> How nice.

(music box chiming) Are you sure this is all you have?

>> I'm sorry, they're rather hard to find, you know.

That's our entire allotment.

I did have one other, but I sold it earlier this afternoon.

But it was only a plain wooden one.

It wouldn't have been a very nice gift for a child.

>> Really?

Do you happen to know the purchaser was?

>> Why yes.

He left his card just in case anyone should inquire for him.

>> How interesting.

I'm sorry but I'm afraid I shall look a bit further.

Thank you anyway.

>> Good afternoon, thank you.

(bell on door ringing) (motor rumbling) >> Cabby!

Follow that cab.

Here now, what's this?

>> Scotland Yard.

>> Hop in.

>> Sherlock Holmes, I might've known.

>> And we thought we were the hunters.

Instead of which we're the hunted.

>> We've been fooled, we played right into his hands.

Of course, he's had us followed.

Don't look.

The man in front of the toy shop.

Hamid, turn sharp right at the next corner and again at the next.

>> No photograph out there, Commissioner.

As I expected, she's not a known criminal.

>> But how do you expect to know if you do find her.

Of course she was disguised as a charwoman.

>> Don't worry, old fellow, if I ever see her again I'll recognize her.

>> Well, it won't be long till we know who they are and from where they operate.

Who's covering them?

>> Sergeant Thompson's following them, sir.

They won't get away from him, he's a good man.

>> He could have arrested them at Clifford's Toy Shop if we had any proof.

>> But we know that they killed Emery.

>> Proof, my dear fellow, we must have proof.

>> We have x-rayed it, sir.

There's nothing whatever concealed in the box.

>> We' know who took the plates.

>> Hmm, there must be some clue.

And it's probably been so obvious that we've all overlooked it.

>> It seems to me, we're up against a bunch of lunatics.

>> Not lunatics, my dear fellow.

Extremely astute cold-blooded murders.

>> What could these little musical boxes have them that's so important?

>> Don't forget, they were made in Dartmore Prison.

You can smuggle stuff into prison but not out.

>> Do you want us to break the box apart, sir, to see if there's anything that x-ray hasn't caught?

>> No, not yet.

>> Do you mind if I take it?

>> No, no.

>> Thanks.

>> The governor of Dartmore Prison informed us, sir, in answer to Mr. Holmes' question, that all three musical boxes were made by the same convict, John Davidson, serving a seven year term, sir.

>> Davidson?

>> The Bank of England plates.

>> That'll be all.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Now we're getting somewhere.

Wait a minute.

How did you know about the case, Mr. Holmes?

>> I'm a student of crime, Inspector.

I make it my business to know about such things.

And when the name of Davidson was mentioned.

>> Who is this fellow Davidson?

>> As long as Mr. Holmes seems to know all about it already, I suppose there's no harm in telling you Two years ago in London, there occurred a robbery of such tremendous importance, although the stolen articles themselves have no intrinsic value whatsoever, that the Home Secretary was instrumental in seeing that not a word of it appeared in any newspaper.

>> But you never told me anything about this, Holmes.

>> You were away at the time.

>> Articles with no intrinsic value and yet of such importance.

Huh, I don't understand.

>> Davidson was apprehended within 15 minutes of committing the theft.

But by that time, he'd hidden the articles in question and they have yet to be found.

>> Before going further, Dr. Watson, I must inform you that this matter is not to be mentioned outside of this room.

>> Of course not, do I look like a man who'd gossip?

>> Let's not go into that now, old fellow, shall we?

Davidson had been employed for years in a position of extreme trust by the engravings department of the Bank of England.

The articles he stole are nothing less than a complete duplicate set of plates for printing five pound notes.

>> What?

The Bank of England's own plates?

>> Precisely.

And with those plates, a gang of crooks could flood England with five pound notes, not forged in the usual sense of the word, but not undetectable from genuine Bank of England notes in any way whatsoever.

>> Good heavens.

>> Any whisper at all might have resulted in enormous damage in shaking public confidence in the treasury.

>> We tried everything after we arrested Davidson.

Offered him a shorter sentence if he'd tell us where he'd hidden the plates.

Oh we even put in Scotland Yard men with him as cellmates but no results.

>> Obviously Davidson is the man of strong character and incident patience.

Yet suddenly he feels impelled to smuggle out the secret of the hiding place of the plates to his confederates.

Why?

>> I don't understand Mr. Holmes.

>> Well, for example, has the Bank of England made any plans to radically change the design of five pound notes, so that in, say, seven years now, notes made from the stolen plates would be worthless?

>> Confidentially, Mr. Holmes, such a move was discussed but replacing all the five pound notes in circulation would be such a Herculean task that nothing's been done about it as yet.

>> I see.

Of course, there is another possible explanation.

Davidson didn't have much time to find a hiding place before he was captured.

He may be afraid that the plates will be accidentally discovered before he's released.

Hence his anxiety to communicate there whereabouts to his confederates as soon as possible.

>> I believe you've hit it, Mr. Holmes.

>> I'm sure that the message is contained in this musical box or rather than all three musical boxes, since possession of all three seems to be essential.

Our opponents have two thirds of the puzzle and we have one third.

>> Well, what do you want to do, Holmes?

>> Try to deduce the message from the one third that we have.

(musical box chiming) (whistling music box tune) It's the same tune as the one played by Emery's musical box.

And yet it's different.

>> Sounds the same to me.

>> The tune.

Somehow the tune is the key to the mystery.

It must be the tune.

Otherwise why is why use three musical boxes to convey the message?

Why not call boxes or shoe boxes?

(phone ringing) >> Yes?

Oh, it's for you, Inspector.

>> Oh, thank you, sir.

Inspector Hopkins speaking.

What?

Where?

>> Grover's Green Station reports they've just found Sergeant Thompson's body.

From the tire marks on his clothes he was apparently run over by a taxi.

>> What an unfortunate accident.

>> Not an accident, my dear fellow.

I'm afraid it's murder.

♪ Well you never just who you're going to meet ♪ ♪ When you're walking down a busy London street ♪ ♪ Mrs. Hawkins, Mrs. Brown, any subject of the crown ♪ ♪ Oh you never know just who you're going to meet ♪ ♪ So you better hold your topper in your hand ♪ ♪ Just in case you meet a lady on the strand ♪ ♪ Girls will think you're kinda sweet ♪ ♪ And your day will be complete ♪ ♪ Oh you never know just who you're going to meet ♪ ♪ Now a gentleman is judged by his appearance ♪ ♪ Yes, a gentleman is judged by 'ow ee talks ♪ ♪ Now he's much better off ♪ When he's speakin' like a toff ♪ ♪ Especially if he's takin' him a walk ♪ >> What on earth is this outlandish place?

>> A rendezvous for actors.

>> Actors?

>> Buskers, old boy.

You've seen them 1,000 times.

Actors who attend queues.

Waiting outside piers.

♪ Oh you never know just who you're gonna meet ♪ ♪ When you're walkin' down that busy London street ♪ ♪ So you better wear your best ♪ Now's the time to look you best ♪ ♪ 'Cause you never know just who you're gonna meet ♪ ♪ Oh you better your manners right with you ♪ ♪ Just in case a lady gives her arm to you ♪ ♪ She'll get roses in her cheeks ♪ ♪ Shine your shoes and keep them neat ♪ ♪ 'Cause you never know just who you're gonna meet ♪ >> Blimey, Mr. 'Olmes.

>> How are ya, Joe?

>> Never better, and yourself?

>> Fine, thank you.

I want you to meet a friend of mine, Dr. Watson.

Joe Cisto.

>> Oh, well any friend of Mr. 'Olmes is a friend of mine.

>> Hi Joe.

>> He gave me a good turn once that I'll never forget.

>> Yes, I cleared Joe of a most unpleasant charge.

>> Murder, no less.

>> Oh really?

>> By proving to the satisfaction of the police that he was busy at the time blowing up someone's safe.

>> That's right, gov'nor.

>> Good gracious me.

>> Now Joe, ah, now you can help me.

>> Come on, buzz off, buzz off.

Come on, off it, off it!

Can't we have some peace and quiet around here?

You too.

There you are, Mr. 'Olmes, now we can have some peace and quiet around here.

>> Thank you, Joe.

There's five pounds in this for you.

>> Well, I wouldn't want to take it on meself, sir, but I can get somebody to do it for you for half of that.

>> You don't know what the job is yet.

>> For five pounds, murder ain't it?

>> What?

>> No Joe, just music.

I want you to identify a song for me.

>> Oh, there ain't a song that's been written that I don't know.

>> That's why I came to you.

Now, of course, the violin is more my instrument but um, oh well, here we go.

Now listen to this, Joe.

(music box tune on piano) >> Wait a minute, you're playing that wrong.

That should be E natural, not E flat.

>> You know the song?

>> Oh yes, it's an old Australian song called, "The Swagman."

But you're playing it all wrong.

>> That's what I hoped you would say.

Now listen again, Joe.

(music box tune on piano) >> That's the same tune all right, but you're making different mistakes than you did the first time.

>> No, not mistakes, Joe, call them variations.

Here, play the song for me, will ya, the way it's written.

(music box tune on piano) >> There you are.

>> Thank you, Joe.

>> What's it mean, Holmes?

Are you on to something?

>> Perhaps.

I don't know yet.

It's probably a code of some sort.

Joe, could you write the song down for me the way it was originally written?

>> Oh sure, Mr. 'Olmes, but it'll take a few minutes.

>> Mmm hmm.

>> Here, ale.

A little ale.

Come on, off to it, go on with it.

>> Well obviously it didn't hurt.

No combination of those words made any sense at all.

>> The variations in the way Emery's musical box played the tune, they're different from the variations in the one we have.

>> You sure?

>> Quite.

You see I took the trouble to memorize the tune as played by Emery's box that night we were with him in his flat.

>> Holmes, you amaze me.

>> Elementary, my dear fellow.

One of the first principles in solving crime is never to disregard anything, no matter how trivial.

>> But why three boxes, why not one?

Because the message was obviously too long to be conveyed by any one variation.

And there's the third box, the one that woman took from the Kilgores.

That contains yet another set of variations.

>> Yes, well it's all beyond me.

>> Well all we have to do now is to find the secret of the variations, not a very easy problem to solve me dear fellow.

(pensive orchestra music) Hello?

>> What's up?

>> We've had company.

(pensive orchestra music) >> I say, this is outrageous.

>> Have Mrs. Hudson come in here, will you?

>> Right.

(pensive orchestra music) Mrs. Hudson?

>> Yes.

>> Oh there you are, will you come up here at once, please?

>> Coming, sir.

(tense orchestra music) >> Mercy me, Mr. Holmes.

What has happened?

>> Who called while we were out, Mrs. Hudson?

>> Just a young lady, the one who said you wanted her to wait for you.

And a nice looking old gentlemen.

>> Our friends again, Watson.

>> Friends?

>> What'd the young lady look like?

>> Oh, I couldn't see a see her face.

She had a heavy black veil on.

But she had such a nice way with her.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, if I've done anything at all.

But you did say I should always let clients come in and wait for you.

>> Don't worry, Mrs. Hudson, don't worry.

You had no way of knowing.

It's quite all right, quite all right.

Now don't worry, Mrs. Hudson.

>> Don't worry, but where on earth's the musical box?

>> They didn't get it.

>> Didn't get it?

Where is it?

>> It's in your hand.

>> Huh?

>> In that biscuit jar.

>> Take the biscuits off the top.

Now put your hand inside and you'll find the music box.

>> Well done, Holmes, well done, amazing.

(music box chiming) (Watson laughing) >> Nice, fresh smell.

Like a pub after closing time.

I say, Holmes.

>> What?

>> It's morning.

>> Allow me to congratulate you on a brilliant bit of deduction.

It's not a transposition, not a polygraph transposition, nor a chime graph nor any known form of decoding.

>> How about the Morse code, have you tried that?

>> Yes, at about 3:00 this morning.

>> I'm sorry, old man, I was only trying to help.

(music box tune on violin) >> Oh do me a favor, not again.

Must have heard that thing 1,000 times.

Kept me awake all night.

(plucking tune on violin) >> Not a very distinguished compensation I grant you.

>> You know perfectly well, I don't know one tune from the other.

When I was a kid my people tried to have me taught the piano.

I've always felt sorry for that old teacher of mine.

The poor old girl finally reached the point of numbering the keys for me.

One, two, three, four.

Even then I never progressed beyond the- >> Numbering the keys, Watson.

The 19th key of a keyboard is the 19th letter of the alphabet.

S, here.

Mark it down when I give it to you, will you?

The first altered note, write S first.

Now the eighth, the key is H. The fifth key, E. The 12th key, L. The sixth key, F. >> S, H, E, L, F. Shelf.

>> Your piano lessons were not in vain, old fellow.

You've solved it.

Thank you.

>> Oh, thanks, old bean.

>> We now have two thirds of the message.

Behind books, third shelf, secretary, Dr. S. Presumably, these are the first and second portions of the message.

>> And this gang has the first and third parts of it.

>> Precisely.

>> Then it's a stalemate.

>> Yes, Commissioner, but they can't leave it like that.

There's no doubt in my mind that they will try to secure our third of the message that's missing.

>> And I assume you've taken every precaution to guard that clip of music.

>> Oh yes, it's carefully hidden at Baker Street with Dr. Watson on guard.

However, I'm reasonably certain that, difficult as it may be, we can find the plates even without the missing part of the message.

>> Behind books, third shelf, secretary Dr. S. >> Outside of the fact that Davidson hit the Bank of England plates somewhere in London, Mr. Holmes, I don't see that we've progressed at all.

>> Allow me to point out to you, sir, the key words, Dr. S. It looks as if the plates were hidden in the house of the doctor.

Whether S stands for his first or last initial remains to be determined by a process of elimination.

>> Well there must be 10,000 doctors in London with S for a first or last initial.

>> Precisely, and every one of them will have to be questioned in person.

That's why I say this is a task for Scotland Yard.

>> It's a task all right, but Scotland Yard has searched worse haystacks and found the needle.

>> Well, for the time being I'll leave the matter in your hands, gentlemen.

>> We'll call you if and when we get a lead on our mysterious, Dr. S. >> In the meantime, I tend to follow up a little clue concerning a cigarette.

Hmm, you're certain of the identification of the tobacco?

>> Absolutely.

I have made up this special blend for only three customers.

It is almost pure Egyptian with a mixture of Latitia for added body and a pinch of perique, nearly a whisper as one might say for illusive fragrance.

>> Yes, yes, and the three customers?

>> Major Wilson in Bombay, India.

>> Mmm hmm.

>> Mrs. Kathleen Lemington-Smith in Ireland.

>> Yes, and the third?

>> Mrs. Hilda Courtney of Park Mansions, Bryinston Square.

>> Thank you, thank you very much.

You've been most helpful.

>> 'Tis a pleasure to have been of service, Mr. Holmes.

(doorbell buzzing) >> Yes?

>> Sherlock: Mrs. Courtney?

>> Yes.

>> Sherlock: My name is Sherlock Holmes.

>> Oh, do come in.

>> Thank you.

>> I've heard of you, of course, Mr. Holmes.

I believe we have a mutual friend in Sir Edward Brookdale.

He's spoken to me of you quite often.

>> Indeed.

>> And to what good fortune am I indebted for this visit?

>> I think you know, Mrs. Courtney.

>> Well I did get a summons for stealing last week.

But outside of that I don't think I'm of any interest to the police.

>> Oh come now, Mrs. Courtney, you seem to forget that you and I have met before.

>> I'm sorry, I'm sure I would have remembered meeting the great Sherlock Holmes.

Please sit down.

>> Thank you.

>> You say we've met before.

>> Yes, at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Kilgore, 143B Hampton Road.

>> Kilgore, I don't think I know anyone of that name.

>> Well didn't you say you knew them.

As a matter of fact, you called on them when they were out.

>> I don't understand, Mr. Holmes.

>> Really?

And you were dressed rather differently.

>> Indeed Cigarette?

>> Thank you.

Thank you.

You know, Mrs. Courtney, people generally forget, you know, assuming a disguise, but the shape of the ear, an almost infallible means of recognition and identification to the trained eye.

>> Evidently you've mistaken me for someone else.

>> Oh no, not at all.

Though naturally I expected your denial.

But when you paid your visit to my rooms at Baker Street you carelessly left behind another identification.

They're, um, identical, aren't they?

>> Yes, I must admit they are.

You see, Mr. Holmes, to catch one as clever as you, I had to use a very special lure.

I knew you'd be unable to resist the bait of my cigarettes, having read with great interest, your monograph on the ashes of 140 different varieties of tobacco.

>> I should advise you not to move, Mr. Holmes.

>> I must congratulate you on your ingenuity, Mrs. Courtney, it was indeed a brilliantly designed trap.

>> Thank you, Mr. Holmes.

Praise from a master is indeed gratifying.

I shall always cherish the memory of your flattering words.

>> Memory?

>> Precisely.

I'm afraid these gentlemen have a most regrettable task to perform.

>> Unless of course you care to turn over the missing musical box with your pledge to take no action against us in the future.

>> I'm afraid that would be impossible.

>> I thought that would be your answer.

Hamid.

Careful, careful.

There's no need to be unnecessarily rough with our distinguished guest.

>> You realize, Mr. Holmes, that your demise will not place here.

The corpse de-necktie, you know.

>> Well, naturally.

>> Shall we go?

>> It's so fearfully awkward having a dead body lying about.

Don't you agree, Mr. Holmes?

>> Another dead body shouldn't weight too heavily on your conscience, Mrs. Courtney.

>> You mind if I have a cigarette?

>> Don't see why not.

(tense orchestra music) (tires squealing) Be careful, Hamid.

>> It's the breaks, they bind.

>> Thank you, Colonel Cavanaugh, that's very considerate of you.

(tense orchestra music) >> You'll be happy to know, Mr. Holmes, that your death will be a painless one.

Hamid, attach this to the motor of the taxi.

That little attachment, my dear Mr. Holmes, contains the deadly fluid known as monosulfide.

The Germans used it with gratifying results in removing their undesirables.

(dramatic orchestra music) Start the motor.

(motor rumbling) (tense orchestra music) Tape his mouth.

Now, up with him, Hamid.

(tense orchestra music) You find yourself like Muhammad's coffin, Mr. Holmes, suspended between Heaven and Earth.

Plenty of fuel in the tank?

Good, it would be too bad to have anything go wrong for so simple an oversight.

(dramatic orchestra music) (coughing) (pensive orchestra music) (knuckles rapping) (muffled talking) >> Good afternoon.

>> Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

>> No, I'm Dr. Watson.

>> Oh, of course, Dr. Watson.

How stupid of me.

>> Not at all, stupid of me.

Won't you come in?

>> Well I, I really came to see Mr. Holmes.

>> Oh, I'm afraid he's out.

I don't know when he'll be back.

Perhaps there's something I can do.

Oh, won't you sit down?

>> Thank you.

>> You know, Sherlock Holmes and I have been engaged on a great many cases.

>> Oh really?

>> Yes, indeed.

As a matter of fact, this very moment we're involved in, in one of the most baffling, well uh, won't you tell me your trouble?

I may be able to help you.

>> That's very kind of you, Dr. Watson, perhaps, if I wouldn't be imposing too much.

>> Imposing?

It's no imposition, no imposition at all.

A pleasure I assure you.

Now tell me all about it, miss ah.

>> Miss Williams.

>> Miss Williams.

>> I live in Surry, Dr. Watson, and I've come up to London in sheer desperation.

My only sister has disappeared while local police seem utterly unable to find her.

>> Well Holmes and I solved a case exactly like that once.

Very interesting as far as I remember.

I call it the, eventually the, Solitary Sight Case.

Now I come to think of it, it wasn't so very similar.

Entirely different.

I can't think what I was saying.

Oh, where were we?

>> She's only 17, Dr. Watson and until she disappeared last Thursday she seemed to be in the best of spirits.

>> Possibly a romantic entanglement?

>> Oh, no, no.

Nothing of the sort.

She left no note, didn't even pack a bag.

No explanation.

She just started to walk to the village from our house in broad daylight and since she's vanished from the face of the earth.

Oh there, there, there.

>> Might I have a glass of water?

>> Of course, of course, a glass of water.

One moment.

(pensive orchestra music) >> There you are, my dear.

>> Thank you, Dr. Watson.

>> Now you're not to cry anymore.

You must pull yourself together.

>> I feel much better already knowing that you're going to help me.

Oh Dr, Watson, look!

>> Good heavens!

(dramatic orchestra music) (Watson coughing) >> Get through, get through to the fire brigade quickly.

>> Haven't you a fire extinguisher?

>> By George, we have, in the kitchen.

(dramatic orchestra music) >> Don't you worry, Miss Williams, we'll have this thing out in no time.

(pensive orchestra music) (coughing) Oh, that's done it.

>> There, you see, there was no need for the fire brigade after all.

I hope you weren't too frightened, Miss Williams.

Oh, gone.

That's the trouble with women, they always lose their heads in an emergency.

Well?

The musical box.

Great Scott.

Miss Williams.

>> Well?

Good.

>> And Holmes?

>> By now, Mr. Holmes has no doubt exchanged his violin for a harp.

>> Oh, well, assuming that Heaven is his destination.

>> Mmm.

>> And now that we have the missing musical box.

(music box chiming) >> 19th note.

19th letter.

>> 19th.

S. >> He hasn't been there, you say?

Holmes, where on earth have you been?

I've been trying to get you to come.

Got Scotland Yard all over London.

You were looking for me in the wrong places.

>> Holmes, terrible things happened.

I've been duped.

That woman, she made a complete fool of me.

>> What do you mean?

>> Well, she came here, lit off a smoke bomb.

I thought the whole place on fire and my first thought was to save the musical box.

>> No need to say any more.

She has the box.

>> Yes.

>> Don't blame yourself too much, old fellow.

She is an extremely clever antagonist.

Smoke bomb you said?

(chuckling) >> Well, you can console yourself with the thought that your charming friend is at least a reader of yours.

>> What do you mean?

>> If I remember correctly, you wrote about my little experiment with the smoke and the crying, fire, in the story you entitled, "A Scandal in Bohemia" which is just appeared in "The Strand" magazine.

>> All right, all right, go ahead, rub it in.

>> Well it may cheer you up to know that she made a fool of me too.

With that cigarette stub.

It was planted here for one express purpose.

Have you got a bandaging around this place?

>> Bandaging, what's the matter, Holmes?

You hurt?

>> Explanations will have to wait until later.

At the moment we are faced with a problem, which I feel is insurmountable.

>> Come over here, old boy, will you?

>> Right.

>> Our opponents are in possession of all three parts of the code and here are we, while the Bank of England plates pass into their possession.

>> Cheer up, old fellow, cheer up.

As Dr. Samuel Johnson once said, there no problem the mind of man can set that the mind man cannot solve.

>> What's that, old fellow?

>> I was just quoting Dr. Samuel Johnson.

He said, there is no- >> Thank you, Watson, thank you.

>> Hmm.

>> Leaving the front reception room, we come into the main hall where Dr. Johnson was in the habit of passing through to have his meager meals in the dining room opposite in company with his friend and biographer, James Bosbo.

We will now pass up those stairway, which remains in its natural wood finish just as it was when the good doctor was here.

The framed etching on the wall is believed to have been presented to Dr. Johnson by the distinguished painter, Sir Joshua Reynolds.

>> I've been told, dear, that that picture was given him by Mrs. Threhill, and it's definitely not a Reynolds.

>> Is that important, my dear?

Oh I'm sorry.

>> This way, ladies and gentlemen, this way.

>> Move along, children, move along.

>> The secretary is not on this floor.

>> Patience, Hamid.

>> I have a feeling- >> My dear Colonel, with Sherlock Holmes out of the way what could go wrong?

>> And here we have the gallery library, in which Dr. Johnson wrote his famous dictionary.

And in which you will see also many of the great man's books and other items of interest.

Step forward, ladies and gentlemen, please step forward.

Standing in the corner is the secretary which contains many of the original works by the literary genius.

On this table Dr. Johnson's cat, Hodge, used to sleep while his master worked.

A strange thing about this cat, ladies and gentlemen, was it's love of oysters.

They do say that the dear doctor often went hungry to find the cat that delicacy.

What a pity.

Now we will visit the Gray Room, which is immediately below us in which you will see the very bed in which Dr. Johnson died.

>> What did he die of?

>> Gout, just gout.

>> This way, ladies and gentlemen, mind the steps please.

(tense orchestra music) >> Your keys.

(tense orchestra music) Third shelf up.

The knife.

Gentlemen, the Bank of England plates.

>> Well Mrs. Courtney, so we meet again.

No, I shouldn't do that if I were you, Colonel Cavanaugh.

>> I must congratulate you Mr. Holmes.

You're far more clever than I thought.

>> Thank you, Mrs. Courtney.

Praise from you is indeed gratifying.

I shall always cherish the memory of your flattering words.

>> Memory?

Oh, thank you.

>> And now I have a most regrettable task to perform.

(gun firing) >> Holmes!

Coming Holmes!

Holmes, you all right?

>> Perfectly, thank you old fellow, but I think this gentleman on the floor requires some medical attention.

We must see that he looks his best, you know, when he's hanged.

>> Take them in charge.

>> A brilliant antagonist.

It's a pity her talents were so misdirected.

Will you see that these plates are returned to the Bank of England, Inspector?

>> I still don't understand how you solved it, Mr. Holmes.

>> It's entirely due to Doctor Watson.

He gave me the clue when he mentioned Doctor Samuel Johnson.

>> Well, congratulations, Doctor.

>> Oh, thank you, Inspector.

I don't think I could have done it entirely without Mr. Holmes' help, you know.

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Very good.

Yes.

Down here in this really old basement.

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So any idea what next week's movie will be?

It just so happens that I do next time around will be viewing Never Wave at a WAC starring Rosalind Russell and Paul Douglas.

And be sure to tune in next time to see who's in the study basement.

Yes, who's in the basement, along with me to watch our next smashing film.

We hope to see you next time on Subterranean Cinema only on PBS Fort Wayne.

Cheerio.

Froot Loops.