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its appearance. Indeed, what is its legend? Host? It said that he who possesses this tiny goddess dies, but first he's foreworn by a strange death song somewhat like the redium motherdy used by Snick Charnas. Good Lord Holmes, listen, We're at the door of doctor John Watson's study and we're about to hear another of his adventures with the fabulous Sherlock Holmes. Oh, good evening, mister Harris. Good evening, doctor Watson. I presume you have
one of your memoirs ready for us tonight. Indeed I had, and this was mister Harris, although taking place in our familiar haunts of London, had sinister and mysterious overtones from the far East, which to a lesser man than Holmes might have defied anellusks, Well, what do you call this memoir, doctor Watson. Holmes and I always refer to it as the case of the
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place in the summer of nineteen eleven. This was a time when England had consolidated her empire and many of Britain roamed the far Eastern domains in search of its ancient treasure. Among these were Sir John Brandewey, recently returned from Burma with the collection of priceless relics. He hadn't been in London an hour, however, when he received a strange physical Sir John, my name is ah Daco. I had come a long way, indeed from my native land of
Burmah for this interview reation. What is it to want? Sir? Some months ago a sacred Burmese temple near Sitang was desecrated by vandals, robbed of his sacred relics, Among these with the jade goddess of Emma, the sepent goddess. Originally there were two goddesses, the Sisters of Amar, but one of them vanished centuries of good, Yes, quiet, did I have the only remaining goddess in my collection? Now, yes, Sir John, and I have come to purchase it from you and restore it to the temple.
I'm sorry, a duck cool, but the Goddess of Aymar is not for sale. I am prepared to offer you a handsome sun enough to keep you in luxury for the rest of your life. I have no need of money, sir, and I repeat, the Goddess of Aymar is not for sale at any price I see, Sir John. No doubt you are aware of the old Burmese legend that he who possesses the goddess died, that he is first worn by the song of the serpent. And yes, yes I know
the story. Pure nonsenseant puppycock, of course, doesn't frighten me. In that case, there is nothing more I can say or do at the moment, night, Sir John, Sir John Bradleywine. Yes, my name is Bailey, Reginald Bailey. I am an art collector specializing in oriental optics of our well, mister Billy, a client of mine saw the Goddess of Emar when you exhibited it brieply in Paris on your way to England. Here he
has commissioned me to purchase it for him. My dear sir, you're the second prospective purchaser i've seen this evening, and I'll repeat to you what I said to the first goddess. Is not for sale. My clients is willing to pay ten thousand pounds at generous offer. I am sorry, mister Bailey, Sir John, I'm afraid you're being stubborn. I've been a collector long enough to know that there is no such thing as a priceless idem. Everything has its price, and if it is question of money at the last time,
Sir, I should try to make myself clear. I will not sell the I'd let any price. And now, mister b Alair good night. What who said devilish noise outside my window? No, it can't be that confounded ber Mes legend, it's absurd, right, find out what this is all about. Who's the other? My God, God forgive speak Oper. No, so you think sir John Brandywan was murdered because he possessed the serpent goddess of theym Mahme. Obviously, Watson, His demise followed the legend of
the letter. After he was lured to the window, he was struck by a blowgun missile soaked in deadly reptile venom, and he died honest instantly. Joe, Now all this makes it hard for a chapter believe he's living in the twentieth century. Yes, true, Watson, but Sir John's room was rifled in highly modern fashion. Fortunately, however, he had the foresight to luck the goddess and the remainder of his collection in a vault immediately after he
arrived in London. I wonder what became of the other goddess homes the wonder vanished centuries a girl, I believe I can give you the answer to that. Watson, Oh, okay, who has it? Her? I have what we yes, Watson, Oh, forgive me if it's one of the very few secrets I've kept from you these many years. Up to now, I saw no reason to mention it to anyone. You remember that the adventure of the Rangoon rubets did I do? That was some ten years ago?
Yes. At the culmination of that affair, the Burmese potentate involved was very grateful for some slight service I had rendered him, and he gave me the goddess. It seems that it had secretly been kept by his family for many generations. But Holmes, where is the goddess now safely under lock and key in my tin box at Barclay's back. But the only other goddess of Ahmar in existence, that possessed by Sir John Brandywine, will soon see the light of day. Eh, What do you mean? Oh? I take it
you haven't read the morning telegraph, Watson. It seems that Sir John's widow is auctioning off her deceased husband's entire Burmese collection tomorrow morning at Brandywine House on Barcley Square. Then, in view of Sir John's strange death, it might be interesting to see who bids for Goddess of Emma, quite, Watson,
and that is precisely why we shall attend the auction tomorrow morning. Ladies and gentlemen, Puri tinchent please the next many from the leads to John mandy Wine's famous Bernie's collection is this tiny jeep goddess, the famous seven gunness of Ema. Rare collectors, I can indeed I see a Henry's your name, sir, as you in your binzer fifty pounds pomes first frenchman is doing the bidding. Quite, He's the only one. The others are obviously afraid of the
legend. Watson. Note the condition of the pillow's hair and hand. What above interesting very well? I hear fifty POWs fifty pounds, one hundred pounds, one hundred pounds. I am bid one hundred pounds two hundred, three hundred four five homes. What are you trying to do by the goddess, Watson, I've pits thistle apiel for reasons of my own to her own five hundred pounds. Will summon off for six six, seven, seven hundred pounds. We'll be gentlemen in the rear road. Give me eight eight hundred bars
one thousand pounds, one thousand pounds, one thousand. I have imposed the other chap stop mining. He's leaving the auction as he isn't e Watson, But we have a new and late arrival. Note the high born Burmese gentleman hurrying from the door. I happy thousand once if thousand twice sold for one thousand pound, mister auctioneer. Wait, my name is ur Daku and I wish to be I am sorry, sir, but the Goddess of Amar has already been sold to the tall gentleman in the front row in some months the
door. Watson. Oh, yes, so, mister Holmes. I am Sherlock Holmes. This is my colleague, doctor Watson. My name is Reginald Bailey. I am an art collector, mister Holmes, and the client of mine is interested in the Goddess of Amar. You purchase at the auction this morning. Well, at my representative, Monsieur l'aville, foolishly allowed you to outbid him, thinking the price was too high. Well, I am interested in buying it now and am prepared to offer you a generous price. How
generous? Ten thousand pounds Holmes, that's ten times what you paid. Yes, quite, Watson, But the Goddess of Aymar is not for sale. Mister Holmes. You don't realize what you're saying. On the contrary, I know perfectly well what I'm saying. I repeat, the goddess is not for sale at any price now, mister Bailey, I bid you good night. Very well, mister Holmes, I can only say you'll regret your action. Good night, Dashandomes. You must be led turning down an awful life.
There, not at all, Watson. You recall the French gentleman who bit against me at the auction. You remember I referred to the condition of his hair and handness. The skin on the fellow's hands was desiccated, and he'd lost his fingernails. Moreover, on certain areas of his head, he'd suffered a complete glass of hair, Endomes, What's all this got to do with the Burmese Goddess. It means, my dear fellow, that the jade figure
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six four away, Jamaica Avenue. And now doctor Watson. Doctor Watson, you were relating to us the case of the Burmese gutness, so I was, mister Harris. Holmes did not explain his observations any further, and I did not press him. That night at Baker Street, I fell into a troubled and uneasy slump. And my last recollection was of Holmes sitting in his easy chair, smoking his pipe and facing the window. He seemed to be waiting for something, expecting something. And then Watson, Watson wake up this
water. Juice is the ice, good Lord Holmes, the warning song, the warning of death that let infernal legend heights. We have a visitor in the yard. Well confounded, less good of the windows. To stay away from the window, Watson, to approach and open it means certain death. We shall wait here on the dark and do the tramp pad set? Who are they? Obvious, Watson? They two shots from outside our window. Yes, something's happened which I did not foresee. What's in? Takel of
over and follow me down to the yard quickly, Hose. There's a body of a man here in the yard. He's been shot. Yes, and look there's a man who just run out of the shrubbery. Hello there, stop, stop the hoar shoot confounded, I missed him. He's head on the fence. Hose, he's running down Baker Street. Quicker after him. The beggar was too fast, was hosy? He got away? Yes? Quite, But he's left us a souvenir in this corpse here right, let
us examine the body. What is identification papers? What'son? And note? They prove that this dead man is Inspector Paul Duois for the French Civite what's the French police inspector got to do with a Burmese goddess? Host everything, my dear for know everything? Remember my competitive bidder at the auction was also French. Yes, the pieces of this remarkable puzzle are beginning to assemble themselves
into a clear and precise pattern. And one moment once and yes, observe this slip of paper on the dead man's body seems to be a torn piece of rather expensive stationary of it. On it are written the words room three twenty two in red ink quill Holmes. What does it mean? It means that pretty soon, Watson, I shall have the answer to this whole riddle. Suppose you find the nearest constable and inform him this affair. The moment
I shall return to our fat upstairs. Presently the place was a shamble, Yes, Watson, our fat was quickly rifled by some one looking on the promis. It's gone, has stolen light. From now on we must move with all possible speed. What do we do first? Her? First we must make a telephone call to the Prefective police in Paris. After that fine room three twenty two, and there we may discover the goddess but how are we going to do that? Obvious? The room number inspected Ugoi wrote down
means that this is a hotel rendezvous. And from the expensive quality of the stationery we made deduce that Ugi wrote down this number in some first class hotel. But homes London is full of first class hotel. Yes, true, wantsome true. But here is the salient fact. The room number was scrawled in red ink, a highly unusual procedure. You can only mean that this
particular hotel ran out of blue ink. In other words, of it if we didn't find a first class hotel using ready, yes, quite, Watson, quite, but come, we were wasting too much time in talkings. Resolved this affair quickly before the night's over, or it'd be too late. Hello, lovell, this is Bailey. I'm down in the hotel lobby. Wait did you get that goddess out of the homes flat? Wait while we here run after you, Misha Bailey, I took it from his apartment.
Is here on the table now I have already woken the goddess from the dead. Bastreful what you do, Leveille? Have no fear in these matters, monsieur, Am I not the next Bert. Yes, But these Burmese tables are after that goddess too, Leveille. They were outside homes flat when I got rid of inspected you. Why, I'll be right up and then we'll get out way, Masha Bailey. As for these burmes natives, they do not know where we are right all right? For sure? Bailey? What
is it? What's the matter? Yeah, here they've come from the goddess. What the song? The death song? It is outside my window the field? Hide the dead bast you here and let them have the guttage. That's all they want. What's your billy feel? Someone at the window and the faris gave me no, no, the field thee Ville Laville, sir, they got him, these devils they got him. They took the goddess. But the base, yes, is still here on the table. Fools
didn't know. They left you a fortune. Now we get out Canada perhaps Australia, or you get prison, mister Bailey, homest what no will you'll reach for that gun? As you see, I have my service revolver am straight into a head. I should not hesitate to use it at the slightest provocation. Note Watson the dead Man on the floor is Monsieur la Ville, my competitor at the auction, and he suffered the same fate of Sir John
Brandywine. The Permese revenge show this. They've taken the Goddesson. There's some good riddance. Let them take it back to the sacred temple once it was stolen. Our concern is with mister Bailey here. How did you find me here? No matter of routine investigation, my dear phenom, I sha'n't buy you with the details, and I wouldn't touch that lead base so tightly if I were you. Why I believe you'll find it worthless? What do you mean? I mean that it's merely a solid block of lead? You see,
my dear fellow, you purloined the wrong goddess. Why toes you mean you switched the figures. You took the Goddess that you own from the tin box at Barkler's Bank and posted narflet precisely Watson, and the Goddess I purchased at the auction now rests quite safely in the custody of Inspector Astride at Scotland Yard. You cheated me, You cheated me out of a fortune. Q
what's all this about fortune in radium? Watson? Radium exactly a grain of radium stolen from the Curil laboratories in Paris, hidden in the base of the Goddess of Amar, and thus smuggled into England. And now that we've delivered the smuggler Bailey to the authorities, would you mind telling me the course of your deduction? I must confess I am confused, are you? Watson? Holer affair is really quite obvious. The Burmese motive to recover the goddess was
simple enough for sacred and religious quest. But it was at the auction, after observing Laville, that a new element entered. But how how did you know? The condition of the man's hands and hair, loss of fingernails, desiccated, appearance of skin, loss of patches of hair symptomatic of work with radium. The fact that he was a Frenchman further heightened my suspicions. I still don't see how Laville, as I learned from the Paris Prefective Police,
was a worker in the Curie laboratory. He entered a conspiracy with this international thief Bailey to steal a grain of radium. The next problem was to smangle it out of the country, and so they concealed it in the Goddess of Ema while Sir John Brandywine displayed his collection in Paris. Exactly the lead base, of course, was a perfect carrier in which to hide the loot and get it past the customs and out of the country. They had planned to
purchase the Goddess from Sir John and then recover the radium. Their plans, however, went awry. Meanwhile, inspected Uvois was hot on their trail, and they got rid of him and their hose closes this adventure, Not quite, Watson. We are living in a new and dynamic age. I am a criminologist, not a seer, and yet I know that these radioactive substances hold the key to the future, and I cannot help but wonder if men
will use them for good or evil. Well, doctor Watson, that was quite an adventure, sir, Yes, indeed it was, mister Harrison. It is, in fact one of my favorite memoirs and significant in the light of what is being done with radioactive substance today. And now, doctor Watson, what adventure will you have for us next week? Next week, mister Harris, I should relate to you the Adventure of the Golden Pass Nick. It concerns an untidy rug, a box of Egyptian cigarettes, and a stab
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