大偵探福爾摩斯 Holmes 精講之五

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Driver: Afternoon, sir. I put the notebooks in this one, sir.

Watson: Thank you.

Mary: What's in these, John?

Watson: Scribbles.

Mary: Scribbles? 

Watson: Notes.

Mary: They're your adventures. I'd like to read them.

Watson: Come on, what's wrong?

Mary: Do you think he's come to terms with you leaving?

Watson: Mary, look at the ring he's given us. Now, five minutes here and we'll go home.

Mary: Our home.

Watson: Get up those stairs. Don't worry, dear. Suicide is not in his repertoire. He's far too fond of himself for that. Holmes.

Holmes: Oh. Good afternoon. I was trying to deduce the manner in which Blackwood survived his execution. Clearing your good name, as it were. But it had a surprisingly soporific effect and I was carried off in the arms of Morpheus like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Good afternoon, dear.

Watson: Get on with it, Holmes.

Holmes: Cleverly concealed in the hangman's knot was a hook. Oh, dear, my legs have fallen asleep. I should come down.

Mary: John, shouldn't we help him down?

Watson: No, no, no, I hate to cut him off midstream. Carry on.

Holmes: Well, the executioner attached it to a harness allowing the weight to be distributed around the waist...and the neck to remain intact. My Lord, I can't feel my cheeks. Might we continue this at ground level?

Watson: How did you manage it, Holmes?

Holmes: I managed it with braces, belts and a coat hook. Please, my tongue is going, I'll be of no use to you at all.

Watson: Worse things could happen.

Mary: John.

Watson: Yet none of this explains Blackwood's lack of pulse.

Holmes: Right. Now, the medical mystery. We must restore your reputation, Watson. There is a toxin refined from the nectar of the rhododendron ponticum. It's infamous in the region of Turkey bordering the Black Sea for its ability to induce an apparently mortal paralysis. Enough to mislead a medical mind even as well-trained as your own. It's known as...

Mary: What's wrong with Gladstone?

Holmes: Mad honey disease. Oh, he's demonstrating the very effect I've just described. He doesn't mind.

Watson: Mary, don't worry, he's seen far worse.

Clark: Mr. Holmes? Doctor. Miss Mary. Sir, Inspector Lestrade asks that you come with me right away.

Holmes: What is it is this time, Clarkie?

Clark: It's one of our sergeants, sir. He went missing the day you stopped Lord Blackwood. I'm afraid sewage workers found his body just this morning, sir. We believe the sergeant was our first man on the scene.

Sergeant: Can I help you, officer?

Clark: Shot in the head.

Holmes: Was it a small caliber bullet?

Clark: Yes.

Holmes: Were there powder burns on his eyebrows?

Clark: Indeed, sir.

Watson: Point blank range?

Holmes: Moriarty. Professor Moriarty.

Mary: Oh, there's a good boy. Everything's gonna be fine.

Watson: Where is Blackwood's device now?

Clark: Secret Service have it, sir. They've taken over the case.

Holmes: I'd wager there's a piece missing.

Watson: So Moriarty was after a piece of the machine not the poison.

Holmes: There's nothing more elusive than an obvious fact.The wire-free invention was the game all along.

Watson: And Adler was just the diversion.

Holmes: He knew I'd chase her, leaving the machine accessible. A technology of that kind would be worth an untold fortune. Imagine being able to control any device simply by sending a command via radio waves. It's the future, Watson.

Driver: I've loaded the last of your boxes, sir.

Mary: Gladstone.

Watson: Stop him before he gets to the front door.

Holmes: Clarkie. Case reopened.