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Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year, and found him in deep conversation with a very stout, florid-faced elderly gentleman, with fiery red hair. With an apology for my intrusion, I was about to withdraw, when Holmes pulled me abruptly into the room and closed the door behind me. Very much so. This gentleman, Mr. Wilson, has been my partner and helper in many of my most successful cases, and I have no doubt that he will be of the utmost use to me in yours also. You have shown your relish for it by the enthusiasm which has prompted you to chronicle, and, if you will excuse my saying so, somewhat to embellish so many of my own little adventures.
Holmes confronts Windibank, Sutherland's stepfather: he accuses him of posing as Hosmer Angel while pretending to be away in France, in order to capture Sutherland's affections. By disappearing in such a mysterious way, Windibank ensures that Sutherland, heartbroken, won't get married any time soon. Why should he want to prevent her from getting married? Because if she weds, he will have no legal access to Sutherland's inheritance from her uncle New Zealand.
His letter to the city proves it: Holmes has written to Windibank's wine importing office with a description of Mr. Hosmer Angel that was provided by Sutherland. The office has written back confirming that the depiction of Angel corresponds with Windibank's own appearance.
The problem is, Windibank hasn't broken any laws. There's nothing Holmes can do to punish him, though he does try to put a bit of the fear of God into the scoundrel. All Holmes can do is promise Watson that a louse like Windibank will eventually commit a crime so bad he'll be hanged for it. The Boscombe Valley Mystery Watson gets a telegram one morning, asking him to meet Holmes at the train station for an adventure.
Watson's wife says he's been looking a little down in the dumps, and encourages him to go. So he does. McCarthy has been living as a tenant on the land of his much richer buddy, John Turner. Both of them knew each other back in Australia, where Turner struck it rich.
McCarthy has a son, James, and Turner has a daughter. McCarthy was killed by a blow to the back of the head while standing next to Boscombe Pool. Witnesses saw McCarthy walking towards the pool, followed quickly by his son, James; they also saw the two of them fighting violently. James is found near the body of his father with blood on his hands.
To make matters worse for James McCarthy, when the police arrest him on suspicion of murdering his father, James says that he's getting his just desserts. Everyone including Watson thinks this sounds like a confession. Holmes is not so sure. After all, witnesses mention that Charles McCarthy called out "Cooee" to James — but how could he have known that James was behind him? McCarthy didn't even know that James was in town.
Couldn't McCarthy have been expecting someone else at the pool? And if James did kill his dad, why didn't he bother to make up a story explaining their argument? Why remain silent on that point? James's statement does add two new pieces of evidence: his father's last words were something about "a rat," and James noticed a grey cloak on the ground next to his father's body when he ran over to see him. When James looked up, the cloak was gone.
Holmes goes to see James. He finds out that James has no idea who killed his father. Inspector Lestrade, the Scotland Yard officer who loves giving Holmes a hard time, is sure that James is guilty. But Holmes keeps defending James: after all, he notes, "Cooee" is an Australian cry, and McCarthy's last words weren't "a rat" but "Ballarat," an Australian city name.
Doesn't it seem more likely that the last person to see McCarthy before his fatal injury was a fellow Australian? Lestrade sneers and takes his leave. Turner was a robber back in Australia, and McCarthy knew about it. He had been blackmailing Turner for years. The last straw was that McCarthy had been trying to make his son marry Turner's daughter. But Turner will not tolerate McCarthy mixing his blood with Turner's daughter. So he picked up a rock and hit McCarthy over the head.
When he heard James coming to the pool, he ran off, dropping his cloak. He managed to grab the cloak without being seen and got away. Turner agrees to sign a confession so that, if James McCarthy is convicted of murder, Holmes can get the young man off. But Turner is dying, and doesn't want to spend his final days in prison for justifiable homicide what with the blackmail and all.
Holmes agrees that Turner's about to meet a higher judge than England can provide. Fortunately, James's case is dismissed due to lack of evidence, James marries Miss Turner, and John Turner takes his secret to the grave seven months later.
The Five Orange Pips It's a dark and stormy night and Watson's wife is out of town, so he's sleeping over with Holmes. Their peaceful evening is suddenly interrupted by the appearance of a young man, John Openshaw, who's worried about a series of weird events that have happened to his family.
We get the whole back-story on John's family:John's father, Joseph Openshaw, is a bicycle factory owner. Joseph's brother Elias, on the other hand, heads to Florida to start a plantation in the mids. Once the Confederacy loses, even though he's made lots of money in the South, Elias Openshaw flounces off back to England to retire with his fortune.
Elias is a real tool and has no friends. But he's taken a liking to his nephew John Openshaw, and so he invites John to live with him. Elias uses John as a kind of household manager and go-between with everyone else in the world. Elias mostly likes to stay locked up in his room drinking a lot. One day, Elias receives an envelope that says, on the back flap, "K. Inside the envelope are five orange pips.
Elias freaks out, runs to his locked room, and burns a bunch of papers he's been keeping locked up. After getting this envelope, Elias's bad behavior really becomes extreme: he seems alternately terrified and furious. Finally, one night, he gets drunk and winds up dead the next day. It seems that he ran out of the house and drowned in a small pool at the foot of the garden during that drunken spell.
The coroner rules his death a suicide, but John doesn't think it is. Next up, Joseph, Elias's brother, inherits his brother's fortune.
What's weird, though, is that Joseph then receives the same envelope, also with the same instructions, initials, and orange pips. And he also winds up dead, from a fall in a rock quarry. The coroner decides it's an accident, but, again, John Openshaw's not certain. It's come down to John himself. He, too, has now received the fatal envelope.
He has also found one tiny scrap of paper with some names and dates he doesn't understand, still in the fireplace where his uncle burned the papers before drowning. Now John wants Holmes's help.
Holmes tells Openshaw to go home right away, put the scrap of paper and the envelope on the sundial with a note saying everything else has been burned, and above all not to do anything dumb like confront the murderers. They are known, Holmes tells Watson, for arranging unlikely deaths for people who support, among other things, African-American voting rights.
Holmes continues that Elias must have been connected to this group: it can't be a coincidence that he left the States in , the same year the group apparently disbanded. But despite Holmes's solution of the case, he's too late: the next morning's newspaper carries news that John Openshaw fell into a river and drowned near the local train station. Holmes knows it's no accident, though. He resolves to get justice by tracking down the postmarks of the three fatal envelopes, all of which lead him to one ship, the "Lone Star," which was in the three origin cities at the right time to send these awful orange pips.
Holmes cables Savannah, Georgia with the news that there are men on the "Lone Star" wanted for murder in the U. The ship sinks on its way across the Atlantic, and Holmes never gets his direct revenge on the murderers of his client. Watson's friends, a lady named Kate Whitney, turns up at the Watsons' home.
She's at her wit's end because her husband Isa, an opium addict, has been away from home for some time. She begs Watson to visit her husband's opium den to fish him out. Even though it's late at night, Watson agrees to head straight over.
While there, who should he bump into but his good pal Sherlock Holmes, wearing the disguise of an addict. Holmes invites Watson to walk home with him, and explains that he's at the den trying to trace a missing person, one Neville St.
This St. Clair lives in a small town called Lee with his wife and two children. He has regular habits that include going into the city at the same time every morning and coming home on the same train at night. He earns good money doing something vague in investments.
The Monday before, St. Clair went into town early after promising to get some toy blocks for the kids. Soon after he leaves, Mrs. Clair decides to go into the city as well, to run an errand. This errand brings her into kind of a bad part of town.
As Mrs. Clair is walking down this nasty street, she looks up to see her husband's face looking down at her from a second-story window in fact, from the window of the exact same opium den Holmes has been staking out. She tries to get in to see him, but the owner of the opium den stops her. Clair runs to get some cops, the cops go in, but they don't find anyone on the second floor except this exceptionally ugly beggar, Hugh Boone.
No one downloads Mrs. Clair's story that she saw her husband until they find the blocks St. Clair had promised to download on a table in the den.
So they arrest Boone on suspicion of murder. He's well known throughout London as one of the cleverest beggars in the city. He's got blood on his sleeve, but he also has a cut on his finger that, according to Boone, explains this. He swears he's innocent. The police find St. Clair's coat weighed down with coins in the nearby Thames, but not a trace of his body.
Holmes and Watson go to visit Mrs. She greets them happily with the news that she's certain her husband is still alive. How does she know?
She's received a letter from him, in his handwriting, with his wedding ring as further proof. Holmes is up all night thinking about this new evidence, but he finally gets it, and feels dumb for not seeing it sooner.
Watson is like — what? Holmes asks him to come for a morning drive into the city. Holmes and Watson arrive at the police station and ask to see Boone. He's fast asleep. Holmes pulls out a large sponge from his bag and suddenly gives Boone a vigorous face wash.
Underneath the grease, face paint, fake scar, and wig, the famous beggar Boone turns out to be none other than Neville St. It all becomes clear: St. Clair was once a journalist. He posed as a beggar to research an article once and made the accidental discovery that he could make more money as a beggar than he ever did in regular business.
So all of those regular hours he's been working in the city, he's really been sneaking off to the room he's rented in that opium den to change into his Hugh Boone disguise. When his wife happened to walk by that one afternoon, he was just changing back into his Neville St.
Clair clothes. He was too ashamed of being discovered to admit to her or, later, to the police what had actually happened. So he weighed down his coat with coins and tossed it out the window into the river, and then rapidly put his Hugh Boone disguise back on.
He handed the owner of the opium den that letter for his wife and then waited for the police to arrive. Since he hasn't actually committed a crime, Inspector Bradstreet agrees to let St.
Clair go — with the strict promise that they'll see no more of Hugh Boone around. If St. Clair goes back to his old tricks, his secret will become public and his family will be shamed. Clair promises, and that's that! The Blue Carbuncle When Watson comes over two days after Christmas to wish Holmes a happy holiday, he finds Holmes contemplating a battered old hat. This hat has been brought to Holmes by Peterson, a hotel employee they both know.
Here's the story behind the hat:Peterson surprises a group of guys harassing some older fellow on the street. Startled, the old guy runs away, dropping his hat and a goose. The goose is labeled "To Mrs. Henry Baker," but there are so many Henry Bakers in London that the note's not much help. Peterson brings both objects to Holmes to trace their ownership.
Holmes gives Peterson the goose but keeps the hat to see what he can reason from it to narrow down which Henry Baker. Holmes figures out that the hat's owner is a smart, well-educated guy who's fallen on hard times and perhaps into drink?
Holmes and Watson are chatting over his deductions when Peterson comes running back into to Holmes's place. As his wife was preparing the goose for cooking, she found a blue diamond in the bird's throat. Holmes identifies it at once as a jewel belonging to the Countess of Morcar, called the Blue Carbuncle, which was recently stolen from the Hotel Cosmopolitan. On the evidence of hotel employee James Ryder, a plumber named John Horner has been arrested, but the jewel still hasn't been found.
Holmes puts an ad in the newspaper — Found: goose and black felt hat. Holmes figures that Henry Baker the name attached to the goose's leg will definitely answer because he's poor and probably really misses his hat.
Holmes also asks Peterson to download Holmes a second goose. Indeed, Baker answers the ad, and he is exactly as Holmes described in the first scene: out of condition, bearing signs of alcohol addiction, but educated. The guy is relieved to get his hat back, but he shows no signs of distress that this second goose is not the original — in other words, he knows nothing about the blue diamond. Baker does put Holmes on the trail of the original goose, though, by telling the detective that he got the goose from the owner of the Alpha Inn.
Holmes uses this information to get to a Covent Garden poultry seller, where he's surprised to find someone else trying to figure out where a certain goose has gotten to.
This someone else is James Ryder, the hotel employee who ratted out John Horner, the plumber. But Holmes knows better: he tells Ryder that he's found the jewel in the original goose and he knows Ryder himself is the culprit. Ryder basically disintegrates.
He starts crying and carrying on. Holmes is disgusted, and demands that the guy pull himself together and tell Holmes how the diamond got into a goose's throat in the first place. Ryder explains: he decided to steal the carbuncle with the help of the Countess's lady's maid, Catherine Cusack.
The two set up poor John Horner, and then Ryder made off with the stone. He planed to bring it to a friend of his who's been in prison and who knows how to sell stolen jewelry for gold. But how should Ryder get the precious gem to his friend without getting caught? Well, Ryder had been staying over with his sister that night. She raises geese, and she had already offered him one. Ryder took a chance by stuffing the gem into the throat of one of the geese and then claiming it for his own.
But when he opened the goose up later on, he saw that he's killed the wrong goose in the shuffle. Hence his efforts to try and figure out where his particular goose got to once his sister brought her flock to market. Ryder weeps and begs Holmes not to ruin him, and Holmes tells him to get out. After all, Holmes tells Watson, 1 Ryder's so scared he'll never do anything wrong again, and 2 it's not Holmes's job to make up for the fact that the police suck.
Sambu gets sweet revenge when the same Director eventually summons him to recover a lost pearl necklace. In another story Sambu traps the same corrupt manager who used to take great pleasure in referring to him at work as "that idiot".
Sambu's best moments are when he walks into his old office on the case of the pearl necklace and haughtily ignores his former colleagues who once showed him scant respect.
In one of the last episodes Sambu visits London and meets with Scotland Yard sleuths and solves a crime for them too and on his return from UK he is feted very well. His wife also delivers their daughter. Mahendra as Sambu and A. Holmes, for I thought that I was not to have the vacancy after all; but, after thinking it over for a few minutes, he said that it would be all right. When shall you be able to enter upon your new duties?
Holmes, especially Thursday and Friday evenings, which is just before pay day; so it would suit me very well to earn a little in the mornings.
Besides, I knew that my assistant was a good man, and that he would see to anything that turned up.
If you leave, you forfeit your whole position forever. The will is very clear upon that point. You don't comply with the conditions if you budge from the office during that time.
Duncan Ross, 'neither sickness, nor business, nor anything else. There you must stay, or you lose your billet. You must find your own ink, pens, and blotting paper, but we provide this table and chair. Will you be ready to-morrow? Jabez Wilson, and let me congratulate you once more on the important position which you have been fortunate enough to gain. It seemed altogether past belief that anyone could make such a will, or that they would pay such a sum for doing anything so simple as copying out the 'Encyclopaedia Britannica.
However, in the morning I determined to have a look at it anyhow, so I bought a penny bottle of ink, and with a quill pen and seven sheets of foolscap paper I started off for Pope's Court. The table was set out ready for me, and Mr. Duncan Ross was there to see that I got fairly to work. He started me off upon the letter A, and then he left me; but he would drop in from time to time to see that all was right with me.
At two o'clock he bade me good-day, complimented me upon the amount that I had written, and locked the door of the office after me. Holmes, and on Saturday the manager came in and planked down four golden sovereigns for my week's work. It was the same next week, and the same the week after. Every morning I was there at ten, and every afternoon I left at two.
By degrees Mr. Duncan Ross took to coming in only once of a morning, and then, after a time, he did not come in at all. Still, of course, I never dared to leave the room for an instant, for I was not sure when he might come, and the billet was such a good one, and suited me so well, that I would not risk the loss of it.
It cost me something in foolscap, and I had pretty nearly filled a shelf with my writings. And then suddenly the whole business came to an end.
And no later than this morning. I went to my work as usual at ten o'clock, but the door was shut and locked, with a little square of cardboard hammered onto the middle of the panel with a tack. Here it is, and you can read for yourself.
It is most refreshingly unusual. But there is, if you will excuse my saying so, something just a little funny about it.
Pray what steps did you take when you found the card upon the door? I did not know what to do. Then I called at the offices round, but none of them seemed to know anything about it. Finally, I went to the landlord, who is an accountant living on the ground floor, and I asked him if he could tell me what had become of the Red-headed League. He said that he had never heard of any such body. Then I asked him who Mr.
Duncan Ross was. He answered that the name was new to him. He was a solicitor, and was using my room as a temporary convenience until his new premises were ready. He moved out yesterday. He did tell me the address. Yes, 17 King Edward Street, near St. Holmes, but when I got to that address it was a manufactory of artificial knee-caps, and no one in it had ever heard of either Mr.
William Morris or Mr. Duncan Ross. But he could not help me in any way. He could only say that if I waited I should hear by post. But that was not quite good enough, Mr. I did not wish to lose such a place without a struggle, so, as I had heard that you were good enough to give advice to poor folk who were in need of it, I came right away to you.
From what you have told me I think that it is possible that graver issues hang from it than might at first sight appear. Jabez Wilson. On the contrary, you are, as I understand, richer by some thirty pounds, to say nothing of the minute knowledge which you have gained on every subject which comes under the letter A.
You have lost nothing by them. But I want to find out about them, and who they are, and what their object was in playing this prank - if it was a prank - upon me. It was a pretty expensive joke for them, for it cost them two-and-thirty pounds. And, first, one or two questions, Mr.