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Oh yes, yes of course, anything you say.
Thank you, inspector.
- Not at all. - Thank you.
It's a watch fob.
Only I don't understand why you wish to consult me about a garden party.
Why should I want to kill him?
When you found that cab,
Yes.
And what would you propose that I should do, Mr. Holmes?
He's been shaving.
"My dear Mr. Holmes.
but she gives the kind of parties that one comes away from with a feeling
Good evening, Miss Brandon. Everything all right?
No, there's no occasion. I have ample protection.
Miss Brandon, is anything wrong?
when Moriarty's lose on London?
That's exactly what I didn't want.
- Well, goodbye. - Goodbye, sir.
He certainly couldn't sell it as it is.
You mean Jerrold?
Oh, please don't try.
- Thank you, sir. - Thank you, Dawes.
- Why not? - Well, it won't get us anywhere.
- Let me take your hat and stick. - Oh, thank you, yes.
Intelligent criminals are seldom vicious except on special occasions.
I'm gonna break you, Holmes.
What? No, no. Perhaps it doesn't matter at all, Watson. We'll see.
and report to me at the museum.
All right. You stay here.
But Moriarty, what of him?
"Sincerely yours, Ann Brandon."
Once it arrives it's technically in my custody. - Yes.
the crowning act of his career...
No, no nothing. My family has no history.
Now what? Oh, bother the Star of Delhi. - What?
Is he busy?
Can't do yourself any good pacing my office.
Ann, you're glad you came, aren't you?
How do you do, sir?
with the back of his head all...
I don't know why I don't.
And Mr. Hunter?
Don't let me detain you.
You make too much of a trifle.
Captain Mannery, Royal Navy, with escort reporting to Sir Ronald Ramsey.
Oh, I don't know what I'm saying.
Nobody.
Hmm? Yeah, that's a chinchilla foot, Billy.
May I give you a lift? Cabs are scarce in this rain. - Thank you.
Probably wouldn't matter.
You have your orders. That's enough.
I went up to be with my brother.
Forward march.
the instrument that killed Lloyd Brandon. - What?
- Holmes, Holmes. - Come on Watson, quick.
Goodbye. Thanks.
- What? - No.
I'm sure of it.
I want you to post that letter at the box at Portland Square
Look at that, Watson.
I don't know why you let that insufferable little brat come in here.
Never doubt it.
You'll forgive me bothering you like this.