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our listeners. Thank you so much for your support. Now it's time for today's episode of Sherlock Holmes The Blue Carbuncle, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, The Original and Immortal stories of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle dramatized Daniel, with Sir Ralph Richardson as Doctor Watson and Sir John Gielgood in the role of Sherlock Holmes.
Christmas Christmas in Our London of the eighteen paces, with a sparkle round the gas lights and the glow on the hurrying passes by, laden with mysterious passes, the candled shop windows heaped with poise, with tinkling handsomes hastening past with a million tall trees and a million tall boys, Woodmans Christmas and in the glow and glory of it. I called at Baker Street to see my old friends shall out homes. Compliments of the season, Holmes and who what
who's that? Compliments of the season? Holmes? Oh, Watson, with you believe me? How do you do it? Ah? I said, I produced cold we hire in the time of year. But don't you believe in the Christmas spirit? Yes, yes, of course I do, my dear fellow. He thenly that I'm profoundly engaged. My mind was elsewhere. It closed the door, Watson, come in because it confounded dims from the
street. Yes, that's much better. Sit down, won't you? Of course you're engaged at home, and I better not say I have still some visits to make to my patient. No, no, no, no, of course you know how glad I always am to have your old friend to discuss my problems with. Now help us up to a whiskey and sirda Watson, thank you, and just tell me what you think of that? Think
of what that hanging on the back of the chair. I've been contemplating it for the last half hour, but it's only I had a simple hard black head. Just so get us sit down with the bay by the part and telling me all about it, and I'll bruise some punch. Excellent and excellent Watson, you know where everything is, of course, And meanwhile i'll tell you the tale of this hat. And I asked you to consider it. Watson not as a bettered old billycock, but has an intellectual problem. I
don't know if I will not make greater first time. I'm ready where, Yes, here it is, you know, Peterson, the commissioner, the hotel on the corner. But of course why is it his heart? No, he's clothed clothing, Well he found it. The nay is unknown. It is arrived here Watson in companible a fine fat goose, which I have no doubt at this moment is roasting media in front of the Peterson's pie, a goose on their head. That the connections of this. But but where
where where do you put the lemons, my dear feller lemons? Oh, try the gazoge in stem. No, well then that hideous bamboo smoking companion, and MISSU Hudson Willins has come sitting down toside the sober every afternoon. Yea, Now, effects are peas Watson. Peterson, who's a very honest fellow, as you know, was returning about four o'clock this morning from some small seasonal jollification, and walk homewards down the Tottenham Court Road at the big
bully on my hands are full certainly wasn't in front of him. There in the gaslight, Peterson suddenly saw a tallish man with a stick, walking with a slight stagger and carrying a white boose over his shoulder. As he reached the corner of water on the street, this man was suddenly set upon by a crowd of roughs. One of them knocked his hat off, and as he raised his stick to defend himself, he accidentally swung it against a shop window and smashed the glass up a head and next home. But Peterson,
who was still reading his Commissionaire's uniform, rushed to the man's assistance. But the fellow, shocked at breaking a window and seeing a man in uniform running up to him, dropped his goose and flip through his heels. The rust did the same, leaving Peterson master of the field of battle. He brought the bird and hat to me. There was a card on the bird's leg with poor missus Henry Baker written on it, and the initials HB are written
on the label inside the head Uh huh. But of course there are some thousands of people named Baker in this great city of ours. So it has been my little occupation for this last hour or so to try and deduce the exact identity of this one from his head. Watson, the owner of this hat, Watson, highly intellectual, fairly well to do, but in the space of the last three years, seems to have fallen on evil days.
He used to have foresight, that he has less now than formerly. I suspect he's taken to drink, which would also perhaps to counter the fact that his wife no longer lovely. Dear middle aged goes out little, has brizzled hair, which he annoints with lime cream, and has been to the barber's lately. It is also extremely improbable that he has gas laid on in his house. I've seen you on this kind of thing before, of course, but this is going to wow his wife home. You said she stopped loving
him. The hat hasn't been brushed for weeks, My dear fellow. Ah, Well, when I see you, Watson, that's such an accumulation of dust on your respectable headgear. I shall expect you to be returning to your old quarters here within the next day or time. Oh, you've answer for everything, wonderful one except the guess. The fact that there's no guess laid on in his house. Now, that really is impossible, not at all.
One tallow stain or even two might come by chance. But when I see no less than five, I think there can be little doubt that the owner must be gotten frequent contact with burning tallow Yes, he probably walks upstairs at night with his head in one hand and a guttering candle in the other. Anyhow, he never got tallow stains from my guess yet satisfied a promise. Oh most elementary, my dear boss, Well, it seems well a waste of your talents. But there's did no crime committed, nothing but the
last of a Christmas goose. That goose, My dear fellow, Hello, Hello, what's this? Who is it? Yes? Come in Peters, who's nice, dear Peterson, it's it's a ghosh? Where has it returned to life? And flapped off through the kitchen window? Not as white as a seat sea? Looked at my white found inside its crop? What look this? This is treshed cove. Indeed, Peterson A pressure stone, one of the biggest I've ever seen. It's more than a precious stone, Watson.
It's the precious stone, the blue carbuncle great, the the Countriess of more Cars, precisely missing for five days and with the descriptor thats the every morning and the times about it, and the reward of a thousand pounds for its recover a thousand parents lever Duck a ghost. It's a blue car. Yes, yes, I remember nine lost at the Hotel Cosmopolitan. That's it. And they've arrested some plumber fellow who supposed to have taken it from the
Countess's jewel case. Thousand towns. Oh I was reading about his owner just now, Yes, here we are here, we are the Hotel Cosmopolitan, Joel Robert It. John Horner, plumber twenty six, was brought up on the charge of having abstracted from the Joel case of the Countess of more Car the valuable jim known as the blue Carbank. What else, Watson? It seems that this fellow Horner was taken up to the Countess's room by her maid,
a girl called Catherine Cusack, to do some kind of repair. When they hid attendant at a hotel went in a fellow called James Rider to see if the work was finished. He found the joel case was lying empty and the horner had gone. They gave the alarm and term I was fanged by the police. They're arrested him. The case is being referred to the assizers.
Well, then, the only problem remaining to be solved is the sequence of events leading from an empty drill case and a hotel room at one end to the crop of a goose in the Tottenham Court Road at the other. Just give me a pencil and that step of paper, will you, Peterson? Oh yes, oh John, Yes, are you're going to do a Holmes? Find the owner of this hat h b. Henry Baker? Yes, he began as a joke and now I've become a mystery. We'll try
the simplest method first, an advertisement. How's this Watson reading found at the corner of wat on the street, a goose and a black felt had Mister Henry Baker can have the same by applying at six thirties this evening at two to one Baker Street, heard and concise, I think yes, if you've quite recovered from your order stand When Peterson so just run down to the adretisment office and have this put in all the evening papers, will you all of
them? All of them? Oh? And by the way, Peterson, on your way back, just see if you can buy another Goose Goosen. Yes, as near as possible, the same size as that one that your family is about to be. You're going to keep the station, yes, yeah, in my strong box. And I'll just jump a note for the Countess to say we've found it. Hur you Peterson, Yes, of course time of Christ. No, no, the gays, Peterson. M oh, mister Baker, if I'm not mistaken, who come in? Mister Baker,
Oh, thank you? Sit down if you praise it down. This is my good friend, doctor Watson. How do you do meant? I help you to a whiskey and soda, and mister Baker, oh, oh thank you. I leave out the soda if I made it to home. So, of course, you see, Watson, gratulations homes the very man as you've described them. I beg your part, oh not himself, and give us a private matter. Mister Baker, you come heaven to an answer
to my advertisement? Is this your hat? Oh? Yes, sir, undoubted and pray allow me to return it to you with my compliments the bird. I'm afraid we've been compelled to eat what, oh dear careful carefulness today, Hey, you spill your drink. It was quite a necessary I'm afraid, since in these modern days we seem to have lost the art of reguduration, in which are Elizabeth and ancestors. However, there's this other bird here
on the sideboard, to which are extremely welcome as a replacement. That's uncommonly kind of. Of course, we still have the feathers and the crop of your own bird, if you'd like to take them too, oh, annest mentor, but this is yet a member of my late acquaintance. Are hardly likely to be a much use to me. But but I will have one more drink if I knew me very small. No, certainly, what is trouble you, mister Baker? And tell me where you got that uncommonly time
bird of yours? Not a toaster. I'm a member of the Christmas Boost Club, run by the landlord of the Alpha Inn near the Museum the Alpha in Watson Ah. I got it there in exchange for my weekly sortances, which I've been paying since last April. That's good night for twelve shillings lust about he yes, I therely am mist grateful to you for your kindness, sir. I was set on by some rats in the street and I lost it. All's well, that ends well, mister Baker. We were fortunate
enough to find it. So here's your hat, and here is your new bird. Oh. I put the old ticket onto it, the one that was tied to the other goose's leg, marked to missus Henry A. Baker. Oh, how nice. I'm much a blight, sir. Well, not at all a peace offering, mister Baker. A piece of brings in plain kid sect to my better heart. Quite good night, sir, and thank you again, well so much for mister Henry Baker. Wats that's quite evidently he was innocent, of course, from the crap to relate, I
mean about the feathers from the clops. Evident, I suggest, Watson, we turned that the post dinner dos into a late supper. I'll tell missus Hudson, she'll forgive us, and in the meanwhile, let's follow up the two of the Alpha. By all means, homes, I confess I'm most even chea because I'm a baby can have to battle our way out through those infernal weights who are making nights of hideous on our humble doorstep. Come Watson, we worked to do this Christmas evening. It was a bitter night,
and so we drew on our ulsters and wrapped our mattlers about outforts. We swung through the doctor's quarters of Wimpole Street and Harley Street, and served along the great telefa of Oxford Street, where the crowds were thinning. Now to Bloomsbury, and there, in a forgotten corner we found the Altar Inn, and from the rosy Land Board learnt that the geese for his Christmas club had come from a dealer named breckon Ridge in Covent Garden. Yes, here's the
market homes, Robin Vani of the goose dealer brecon Ridge. Watson, Yeah, there it is. You see the largest stall of the lot. There's the name written up over. Yes, just in time. They're closing up. Horsey looking fellow, isn't he you say? Horse? Good for you, Watson, That fact might come in new school. Oh good evening, mister breckon Ridge. It's a cold night, cold enough I'll reckon to get finished sold out of geese. I see, let's have five hundred tomorrow morning.
That's no good. I'm afraid we want one to night. Here there's someone that stall over there with a guest player. Now excuse movie. We were recommended to a particularly mister breckon Ridge, oh oh by by the land lord of the alpha alien bloom me b Yes, you supplied him with some incomparable birds. He told us where did you get them from? By the way, now look here, what exactly are you driving at Mistah? Why? Nothing? Only that I wanted to know who sold you those geese?
Deskip or Tellier they you're another one? The pest to me? Are you another one? What do you mean when aren't I good money? Fricking? That should be the end of our Sorry, but it's where are those geese? And who you just allows geese too? Till I'm sick of it? You think that's not with the only geese in the world. A why some folk keep on at me about them? Were I going to show them? We've nothing to do with any other people who've been making inquired as mister Breckenhood.
In fact, all I'm concerned with there's a little bet I've made a bet. That's so, I'm already to bet my opinion, and I've better fiver with my friend the doctor here. But the bird we ep from the alpha was confibrate. You've lost your father then? Because it was town b No, no, no, it was nothing of the case. Tell you, cor do you think you know more about thousand? Or do when I've been in the tige Maine? And boy, but I tell you it's a confibrate each town here? Will you take a bet with me? Too?
Good pleasure a sovereign every penny of it? Right, it's on? Nah, where's that ruddy boot? Co'm on? Ah? Here it is here? Just let it now, mister cock short? Or what's this? That's the list of the folk I buy from? See and what I do with the stuff when I bought it? Now? Then look at that name there? I just say, can you see it? Watson in this life? Yes? Yes, Miss is Oakshot, isn't it? That's right? Miss Outshot? And what's the address? I one hundred and seventeen Brixton Road,
eggan Portlet Supplier, Brixton Road, Mister Ian Mightley? And what's the last saint me? Andrew? I December the twenty second twenty four Geese at seven and six. I know what I sold to. I sold to mister Windy Gate of the Alpha at shilling right. And so what are you say now miscubling me polting pace here? Well, I must say I could have sworn of this country road. All right, you win, mister breckon Ridge. There's your sovereign. Come along, doctor you five. I think, yes,
you do, easy money, That's what I say. Well, Gretny Jakes co here is this? Here is Breganry Come well, wats let's stand here by the guest lamp for a moment. I want to think ten you are done nothing about it? What's going on? Was some kind of a borrow or breckon store? Oh yes, souder he is program red face tiller. You see Breconridge is threatening in. I tell you why, I've head enough for you ain'tel blooming geek you sign it for You've got to take by
the answer, you ain't anybody else. One of them Geese was matin. I, well, you're gonna ask me. He's blooming out shot for it. He told me to ask. Then you're gonna ask the king a batch of all like here, you get all can going on? I got to dart man looking girls coming this way watching it looks at me, say Archerster Brixton, go on me to color him turned by if he gets nasty. He looks a bit of a shrimp done. Not much trouble here, and my man, not so fast. I'm just like a word with you here?
Who are you? What do you want? I couldn't do no over here any honor disagreement with a good salesman over there, and I think I might be able to assist you. Now, dear me, how could you know anything? Who are you? Ain't? My name is Shell Holmes, and it's my business to know what other people don't know. Like I can't
do anything about this. On the contrary, you're trying to place some geese which was sold by missus Oakshot to that man there who sold them to the landlord of the Alpha in who got rhythm of them through his Boost club of with mister Henry Baker is a member. What hi's your love, daddy man? I've been looking for, mister Holmes. Oh what can all they tell you? How much it means to make Watson be good enough to signal for
a four Wheeler, will you, I think my favorite. We're going to discuss this home mother in some cozy place rather than in the crowded street. We'll go to my room, shall we. Oh? What's your name? May I ask? My name's Robinson? John Robinson? No, no, no, the real name. It's always so awkward with business with an aliens. All right then, James Rider head attenders of the hotel Cosmopolitans believe right. So yeah, you have the cab Watson coming over home, lendid splendid.
Now would you mind just standing on mister Ride on the other side and just taken by the arm, will you? He might have a sensor to go for the little walk. Well, here we are all looks very seasonalle this weather. Do put some more colon, would you Watson? Now? Then pray take the basket chair, mister Rider, you look chilly. I'd have some more punch, I think, Holmes. We could all do with
a warning. Thank you Watson. If you will, you will find the lemons behind you on the gazogene stems and the nut makes scraper there behind the person slipper, or you might hand it to me when you're the fellow. I'd like some tobacco. Thank you so much. Well now, mister Rider, Yes, do you want to know what became of those geese, mister Rider, or rather of that goose? For I fancy it was only one that you were interested in, a white one with a black bar because its
tail you could only tell me, so I'd be that grateful. It's really mind us, he said. It was so by mistake, and a most remarkable bird, if I may say so, mister Rider. Watson, hand me over my strong box. If you did. Yeah, that bird laid an egg after it was dead, mister Rider, the bunniest, brightest little blue it ever was seen. I had his head O mercy for eleven. The game's up, righter, I haven't any on your day in the fire. Jim Watson's all right, homes, I've got him almost thinking. Poor
Ever, I get him a brand day, poor devil. Hey, heavens what a warmer fellow is? He's not got blood enough to go in front of telling me they are man. Drink it up. Oh, thank you, thank you. Whatever I've done, whatever I don't know, Pepe to wear what you've done. Rider. It only needs one or two more links, Watson to make the case complete. Now, then, Rider, who told you of the Countess of Marker's jowel or the blue carbine? It was
Katherine qu s exter I spelled. It was her ideas the Countess is waiting made home exactly, And so you invented some excuse to send that unfortunate young Horner into the Countess's hotel room. And after he was gone, you right for the jewel case, raised the alarm and put the blame under him. Yes, right, did suck her? Or for heavens that it hasn't mercy, mister Arms, I never went long before it was coffee was to blame. Oh man, it's no good kneeling to me. He wouldn't show my
co mercy to Horn, I didn't you. I'll leave the country. Said that the charge of fake down against him. Watson helping on who steak the heavens? See? What I want to know is how the stone got into the goose rider, damn man him take another drink? Well it was a honest take, because he's once, I added, I wanted to ride it somewhere. It seemed to burn a hole in my pocket, so I went to his sister. Just think to think things out. Your sister Maggie.
She married a man called up Shop. She fat and sells for the market at Brixton Oaks. They well, I was thinking it out in her yard, so he smoking a pipe light. I remember that Maggie had promised me a bird for Christmas, so I had an idea. Are you forced the stone down the bird's throat? Yes? Well, just then Maggie come up to see what I was up to him. The bird got free for a minute, but I went and called it again, and Meggie and I killed
it. I had a notion to take the stone to a chap. I knew I've been killed one that told me he knew how to get rid us dull and property here. I thought it'd be safe from any search in the birds crop. Yes, he said, even if the police did take it into their hands to stop me. They weren't all that certain about only you. See, ah, man, you've got to kill them. It wasn't there. I rushed back to me. By that time, all the other birds have gone to market. See there were two of them. When Bard
tales your sister, I'd caught the wrong one. I after they got away better that storm that the garden ever since trying to find out where they've gone. Ash. What are you going to do with Holmes? I'm not quite sure, but I think all things considered, it might be best still get out, writer? What you mean? I meant? Get out? Man? Oh, I have a blessed your listen. I don't want to hear any more from you. Well, well, a most singular and whimsical business,
My dear Watson, my dear homes. Shouldn't you have turned it in? Well when all of a sudden done, Watson, I'm did not pertained by the police to supplement their deficiency. As soon as I send the stone back the place against Horn, I will collapse at once, will be no witness. But you're committing a perone you now, and it's just possible that I'm also saving a soul. I don't believe you'll go wrong again. It's too scared. Besides, Watson, well, well, this is the season
of forgiveness, man, Listen, twelve o'clock it's Christmas Day. Or pass me some of that delicious punch of yours, won't you and tell me you'll forgive me too? Forgive you and heavens then for one for being so surly yesterday morning when you offered me the compliments of the season, I return them now with all my heart. And here's your health the old friend with my glass upraised. A Merry Christmas, my dear Watson, I'm merry Christmas.
Homes God save her, gracious majesty, Amen, welcome back. Well, I definitely prefer this to the John Stanley version, but that's just my opinion. Well acted and U again, just a very solid John giel good performance here. I do apologize. One thing I regret is not able to bring it to you at a more seasonally appropriate time, but as we've only got six more weeks of the show left, will be done in h in I believe early July, just not anytime that's more Christmas Eve to play it.
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