Sherlock Holmes - Silver Blaze

Nations of Sherlock Holmes.

The original and Immortal stories of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle dramatized Dunn. You were Sir John Gilbert and Sherlock Holmes, and Sir Ralph Richardson as our storyteller, Doctor James Watson. Many of the cases of Sherlock Holmes were private affairs that made no stir outside the family circles involved.

But the disappearance of.

Silver Blaze was a matter which set the whole country by the ears. For not merely had this horse, the favorite for the Wessex Cup, vanished for a week before the great race, but his trainer had also been tragically murdered. Give it a.

Small villa about two hundred yards from.

The stable, and see who has some newspapers there, Watson. Let's see what they have to say about the matter. Oh well, here's here's the morning post it. Yes, sir, The horses had been exercised and watered as usual, and the stables locked up. At nine o'clock towld the lads walked up to the trainer's house, where they had supper in the kitchen, while the third near the hunter, remained on guard.

A few minutes after nine, the maid Edith.

Baxter, carried his supper dish of curried mutton down to the stables. As the path ran over the open wor. She carried a lantern with her. About thirty yards away from the stables, a man appeared out of the darkness and called to her to stop. Excuse me, Can you tell me where I am?

I had almost made up my mind to.

Step on the moor when I saw your lantern.

You are a close to King's piling training stable, sir.

I am what a stirp of blood? I understand that the stable boys sleeps their learning the night. They had said, his suffer carrying, Yes, sir, well, it'll be getting called yes.

But you wouldn't be too proud to her in the price of a new dress, now, would job? See? The boy gets the sack note to night, and you have the prettiest dress that money can buy. Let me pass her. I'm not getting enough to anybody.

The girl was frightened by his mamma, and she ran past him to the stable window hatch through which she always used to hand the boy his needles. The hatch was already open and the boy was waiting inside. She had just begun to tell him what had happened. When the stranger came up again.

Day, I wanted to have a word with you, But what what what business? If your business?

It may put something in your pocket through two horses in for the Wessex cups over bears and they are it may have a straight tipany one for the rosa. It is the fact that it's the waits they are could give the other the hand of charms.

So so you're one of them, gent out, Well, I'll show her. We served them at King's Pilant. Just wait, my set the dog free ruga rubber. The boy ran to unleash the dog, and the maid hurried forward of the house, but looking back she saw the stranger leaning in through the stable window. A minute later, when a hunter rushed out with the dog, the stranger was gone. Yes, that's as far as we can get through the morning post.

If he had.

A hunter on the return of his fellow brooms sent a message after the trainer Straker to tell him what has happened. Straker seems to have been vaguely uneasy about the matter, for although he'd been to bed, he got up again at one o'clock in the morning, telling his wife that he was going down to the stable to see if all was well.

He put on a macintosh, for it was raining heavily, and.

Left the house with quite a wealth of detail, my dear Watson, and here I have the notes of Missus Straker's statements.

After her husband had.

Gone out, she went back to sleep again and didn't wait until seven o'clock in the morning. Finding him still absent, she called the maid and they set off together for the stables. They found the door wide open. Inside, huddled on a chair was Hunter in a state of complete stupor. The lads in the loft overhead had had nothing all night, but the favorite store was empty, and there was no sign.

Of the trailer.

Hunter obviously been run undubtedly. Missus Straker and the maid left him and ran up to the moor to see whether the Straker had merely taken the horse out for exercise, and so the murder was discovered spills you read me the rest of Missus Straker's strapman, Oh well, there's hurt sis. But some quarter of a mile from the stable, Missus Straker and the maid found Straker's coat flapping from a furze bush. Immediately beyond there was a blue shaped depression.

On the moor, and at the bottom of this John Straker's body was found, his.

Head shattered by a savage blow from some heavy weapon, wounded in the fire a long.

King cut, evidently inflicted by some sharp in.

Straker had obviously tried to defend himself from.

In his left hand he.

Grasped a red and black silk clavette, which.

Was recognized by the maid as having been worn by.

The stranger who had spoken to her outside the stables, until the stable boy also identified it when he recovered from the effects of the drug. This was apparently powdered opium, which had been put.

Into his carried.

Nothing of that that explains what the stranger was doing is in length through the stable window. For the lads who were at the same heel at the trainer's house were quite all right, so only one place had been drugged. It goes on the sailor were abundant proofs in the mud which lay at the bottom of the fatal hollow, but the.

Missing horse, silver Blaze, had been there at the time of the struggle.

Well, Watson, let a start our little journey quite agreeably, and here.

We are terystant.

Terrestock lies like the boss of a shield in the middle of the huge circle of Dartmoor. Two gentlemen were waiting for us at the station, silver Blaze's owner a well known sportsman, Colonel ross An Inspector Gregory of Scotland Yard.

I'm delighted that you've come down, mister Holmes.

But the Inspector here has done all that could possibly be suggested about. I wish to leave no stone unto and in find you a venged bosh paker and recover my heart. I trust that I may be able to assist yourself. Has there been in a fresh development, I'm sorry to sir.

We've made very little progress.

As you know, we have had nowhere difficulty in tracing the stranger. He was well known in the neighborhood. His name is Fitzroy Simpson, man who has come down in the world and lives by a little quiet and gentle book making in the London Club. His books showed he was carrying bits up the five thousand pounds against the favorite. When confronted with the cravati, turned very pale and was utterly unable to account for its.

Presence in the hand of the murdered man.

Of course, Drakler himself was wounded, wasn't he in the thigh? He may have wounded himself in the convulsive struggles which follow any brain injury. Excellent, my dear Watson, It's more than possible.

It's probable, in.

Which case one of the main points in favor of the accused disappeared. A minute later, we're all seated in a comfortable land, and we're rolling through the quaint old devil.

Chatwn clever council will tear your case to rags.

Why should Simpson take the horse out of the stable if he wished to injure it, he could do it. There has a duplicate key to the stable door been found in his possession? What chemist told him the part of opium above? Or where could he he is a stranger to the district hide a horse, and such a horse as this.

Tell me?

What is his own explanation as for the note which he wished the maid to get to the stable boy. He says it was a ten pound note, that one was found in his purse.

Also, he is not a stranger to the district.

He's twice large at Tavistock in the summer. The oak hum he probably brought with him from London. The key, having served its turn, will be hurled away.

As for the horse, they you're.

Well lie at the bottom of one of the pits or old mines upon the moor.

What does he say about the crevette?

He admits that it's his and says that he lost it. But a new element has been introduced into the case, which mayor country is leading a horse from the stable. We found traces that show the party of Gypsy's encamped on Monday night within a mile of the spot where the murder took place. On Tuesday they were gone. Simpson may well have been leading a horse to them when.

He was overtaken. It's certainly possible ed the moor has been scarred for them.

Meanwhile, I've examined Entry's table and outhouse in Tavistock, and for a wagius of.

Ten miles there's another training stable quite close.

I believe yes, and that's a factor we must certainly not neglect as desbre As their horse was second in the betting. They had an interest in the disappearance of the Silver Blaze. Silas Brown their trainer, he is known have had large bets from the event, and he was no friend of poor Straco. However, we've examined his tables and there's nothing.

To connect him with the affair, and.

Nothing to connect to Try Simpson with their interests, nothing at all. Ah, Well, here we are. Our driver pulled up at a little red brick pillar which stood by the road. Colonel Ross asked Holmes whether he would like to go on to the scene of the crime. No, I think I prefer to stay here a little while and go into one or two questions of detail. Taker was brought back here.

I suppose yes, he lies upstairs. The inquest is tomorrow. He's been in your service some years, Colonel.

I've always found him an excellent servant.

I presumed you made an inventory of what he had in his pockets at the diame of his death, Inspector.

I had the things themselves here in the sitting room, Tiller, a box of matches, twoinges of tallow candle, pencil case, a few papers.

And the ivory handled knife.

Yeah, very singular knife, Watson. Surely in your life is what we call a catillact knife used for surgical purposes, including very delicate operations. A strange thing for a man to carry with him on a rough expedition.

Why don't even shut up to go into his pocket? The tip was.

Guarded by a cork which was found beside his body. His wife tells us that he kept it for some days in the dressing table and picked it up as.

He left the room.

A poor weapon, but perhaps the best he could lay his hands on at the moment.

And the paper hey dealer's accounts.

This letter from Colonel Ross and this dressmaker's account for thirty seven pounds fifteen made out by Madame Lejure of Bond Street. I see that bill, please, certainly it's made out through William Derbysher. William Derbysher, Missus Straker tells us he was a friend of her husband, and that occasionally letters for him will address here.

Had he been staying here then did Missus Straker know him?

I gather not, But here is Missus Straker. Jolick Holmes missus Straker.

How do you do, sir? How do you do? Missus Straker?

Surely we've met before as a garden party in Plymouth recently, Now, sir, you.

Must be mistaken. I could have sworn it.

You wore a costume of dove colored colored silk with ostrich feather trimmings. Never had such addressed, sir.

Well that's settles he excuse me, sir, like a word with a colonel. Of course, I'll leave with you in a moment to.

Holmes, Oh, Inspector Holmes, I believe you got your hand on a clue.

Or do you?

As a matter of fact, I was just remembering a really excellent curry we once set together in so Ho. Sherlock Holmes next up to be shown the part where the murder had been committed. A short walk, cross and work brought us to the hollow in which the body had been found.

At the brink of it was the third bush upon.

Which the making tooch belonging to the murdered man had been hung. There was no wind that night, I understand, none but deaddy had arranged. And well, in that case the coat was not blown against the third bushes.

It must have been placed there.

Yes, it was laid across the bush.

Very interesting. In this bag, I have one of.

The boots which straker wall, one of Fitzroy's, Simpson's shoes, and the cursed horse shoe of silver blade. Right, dear respector you surpass yourself. Holmes took the bag, and descending into the hollow, he made a careful study of the trampled mud in front of him.

Hello, what's fifth the spent match next to the dike?

Counting how I came to miss it? It was invisible, buried in the mud. I only find it because I was looking for it.

But you expected to find it.

I thought it not unlikely. You will have searched the ferns round the rim of the hollow for any more tracks. Of course, I'm afraid there are none. I've examined the ground very carefully for a hundred guards in each direction.

Good. Then I will take a little.

Walk over the moors before it grows dark, and I think I'll put this horseshoe in my pocket just for luck. I suppose you know your own death at best. I suppose perhaps you'll come back with the inspector. And there are several matters on which I need your advice, especially as to whether we own to the public to scratch so the bags from the Wessex Cup certainly not.

Colonel, I should let the name stand.

I am very glad to have your opinions, which will see you later on. When you finished your walk, Boss and the Inspector.

Went back to the villa, our homesy walked soarlier across the moor.

He may leave the question of who killed John Straker at the moment, and and find ourselves to finding out what had become of the horse. Now, supposing he broke away during or after the tragedy, where could he have got to? Almost anywhere on dart Or. I should imagine jour knows horses a be gurious animal. If left to himself, his instincts would have been able to return to King's Thailand or go all over to Caperton yonder.

Why should he run wilder on the moor. He's not at King's Thailand.

He must be over there at Campleton. Come along, We're not far to go. And as we approached the gates of Capleton we met a groom coming.

Out of them. We don't want the lawyers round here. I only wanted to ask you a question.

Would I be too early to see your master, mister Silas Brown? If I were recall here at five o'clock tomorrow morning.

Why bless you? If anyone's about, it'll be him.

He's always the first churring this this?

Are you there? What would you want here? Ten minutes?

Talk with you, my good sir, I've no time to talk to everything about. If we don't want stranger there be off you. I find a doggerty. Here's one word in your ear, my friend, in your own interest.

It's a lie, an infernal life.

Very good? Shall we argue about it here in public? Or talk it over in your parlor?

Or do I go to the.

Police just twenty minutes before he returned? It should be done to just if you wish it. There must be no mistake. Oh no, they should be then a mistake it should be there. Should I change it first or not? No? No, don't.

I'll write to you about that. No tricks now, now you can trust me? You can trust me? Yes, I think I can.

Well.

You shall hear from me tomorrow. Good day, do you? Good day? Sir?

You see what's a more perfect compound of the bully colored.

And sneak than Master Silace, but I've seldom met with he has the horse tim Or. He tried to bluster it out, but.

I told him so exactly what his actions had been.

That means that he's convinced.

I was actually watching him first a stain force wandering on and went out to it when he's very nice little day because I sat.

It returned to the Pilmcule, which he had to do.

But then he realized that if the horse would only be hidden, and after the Wessex Cup, his own horse desbro and allmust certainly wind.

So he changed his mind and turned.

Back halfway brought Silver Blaze down to his own stable.

But I thought his tables as being covered a sore or old horse. Faker like him has many a dodge and around tew afraid to leave the horse in his power. Now he seed every interest in injuring it.

My dear fellow, he guarded like the apple of his eye. He knows that his only hope of mercy is to produce it safely at the race tack for the Wessex Cup. I made that persic appear to him. But I have a little trick to play on ternel Ross who may have noticed that his manner to me was just trustle caroleer.

So neither of us, please, for the present, will say anything to him about the horse or a certain amuntitude wishes.

However, and of course this is all quite a minor matter compared with the question of who killed John Staker, and you will devote yourself to that in the meantime. On the contrary, we'll both go back to London by the night chair. I was thunder struck by my friend's word. It'd only been a few hours in Devanter, but he should give up an investigation which had begne so brilliant

There are certainly great difficulties in the way.

I have every help, however, that your horse would be as the race back next Tuesday, and I beg that you have your jockey in readiness. Oh now I take this photograph of John Straker with me back to town. The wed inspector, I'm rather disappointed in our London consultants, and I don't need to put any star with the way. He came released your head an assurance that Joe horse will run next week.

Years I had his assurance, I.

Should prefer to have my horse.

We went outside, Goodbye.

Goodbye, colonel. I hope to see you with the Wessex Cup and Silver Blaze. Four days later, Holmes and I thought silver Blaze win the Westx Cup by a good six lengths, but was not a silver Blaze that even its owner could recognize, with no taste to be seen as a famous white splash on its hoddead or of the muffled off folly. The silver Blade that won the Wessex.

Cup was a powerful day. It was only in the way and soda after the race.

But the plans began to explain to a colonel it is completely bewildered. He order to wash his space in his leg in silitab wine and he would find that he's just the same old silver Blazer.

Ever, you should take my breath away as I find him in the.

Hands of a taker, and took the liberty of running him just as he was sent over.

My DearS, Are you done, wonders?

I owe you a thousand of policies. You've done here very great service by recovering my horse. You would be here a greater skill if you.

Could lay your hands on the murderer, John Staker. I've done so, you done so, have got him. But the way here he's in a hard company at because of the moment.

That is either a very bad joke, mister Holmes, or is it really insult I'm not the Duke. The real murderer is standing immediately before.

You the horse. The horse sold the blaze himself.

It may less from the guilt if I say that the killing was done entirely in self descend, and that John's taker was a man who was quite unworthy of your confidence. There goes the bell, And as I stand to win a little on the next race, I shall defer a lengthier explanation till a more fitting time. But not until we were on our way back to London. The homes will get down to these explanations. Despite the

Occurred the curriage mutton.

Even when you mentioned our sole whole meal exactly, powdered opium has a disagreeable and perceptible flavor. Only something more strongly flavored, like a curry could have disguised the taste. Now, Fitzwright Crimson would never have known that the nido deserving the stable lab of the cuddy that night. The only people would have known that for people in my house, But who could have taken advantage of the back. Then there was the silence of the dog. When the horse

John Staker himself, But why did you wish to take Silver Blaze out on to the moor and the dead of night?

Un Secretly, the answer to that was in John's sacred pocket. The dressmakers built besides the addressed to William Darbyshire. That set me thinking perhaps John s Baker was leading a double life. After all, his wife confirmed that the expensive costume wasn't for her, and by recognizing the person that I showed her, Madame Rosierier, the dressmaker, later confirmed that John's taker had indeed bought it there to give to a woman a more expensive taste than.

In fact, John Staker was leading a double knife and was in there's financial shade.

In John's streaker. I can scarcely believe him. The knife gave me.

The final too.

It was the surgical knife, such as could be used to lame a horse with us leaving an invisible evidence.

Of foul play.

By laying the silver blaze and betting on desbra John Faker would have been able to retrieve his portable the candle, and then I busted.

He led the horse out.

Onto the moor so that when he cut its timbom, its plunging wouldn't waken the gooms overhead. In order he told see what he was get to do, he needed a candle so that the campbell should not be seen. He led the horse to the hollow. In lighting the campbell, he dropped that spent match in the mud. Unfortunately for him, the knight must have scare the horse, unless it was instinct.

Whichever it was, the horse.

Lashed out and its steel shoe Colt straker full in the forest. He had already taken off his macintosh to be fear, and as he fell gashed his sigh on his own knife.

I guess he might have been that one and the Corvette Victory Simpson, which was in the dead man's hand.

Cimpton said that he lost it. No, God he did three time. Must have found it and picked it up, perhaps with the idea of using it to secure a horse's leg. Well that's disclosure of everything, right, spo. I haven't taken a while away the rest of this journey idea Watson with a game of chess. The Adventures of Sherlock Pols, based on the original stories of Sir Arthur coland Doyle, have been dramatized on You with original music composed by Sidley cors four