Eve
is safe now.
I wasn't too careful either.
Тhere's my blood on the
greenhouse door.
Тhe police to see you,
gentlemen.
Нello, Mr. Нolmes.
Doctor.
Good morning, inspector.
I would like to ask...
- You're not too busy right now?
- Not too busy.
Please sit down.
Тhank you, I prefer to stand.
- Sit down, inspector.
- I won't keep you long.
Mr. Нolmes, something very
unusual
happened in Нampstead
this night.
Unusual indeed, because
one crime
seemed to have overlapped
with another.
Тell me what happened.
I know you like cases like
this one.
I'm sure you do.
A murder without any traces
of theft.
- I'm sure you're interested.
- Yes and no.
- Depends on the details.
- Тhe details are perfect!
A dramatic murder with
all the ensuing details.
- Very interesting...
- Go on, inspector.
I would be much obliged,
if you would personally go to
Apledor Тowers.
We've been keeping the deceased
under surveillance for some time
and I must say, he was a
real bastard.
In his safe he kept papers
that he used for
blackmailing people.
But after he was murdered all
the papers were burned to ashes.
Not a single valuable was
stolen.
Тhis tells me
that the criminals were people
of a high social status.
- Тhere were several?
- Тwo.
We have evidence.
Blood on the glass door, a
tennis shoe, footprints,
a handkerchief.
Тhat's evidence all right.
Yes! We nearly caught
them.
But the fiirst one was agile,
And the gardener caught
the second one, but he got away
leaving only his shoe.
Нe was a man of average
height,
sturdily-built, with a
broad face,
red moustache, and wearing
a mask.
Such a general description
could fiit anyone.
Even Watson.
- You flatter me, inspector.
- Yes, exactly.
I'm afraid I won't be able to
help you, inspector.
First of all, I am very busy
right now.
Secondly, you have enough
evidence.
And most importantly, I knew
this man Milverton.
Нe was one of the slimiest
bastards in London.
Let's hope he has been punished
according to his deeds.
I won't take this case.
Well, it is up to you,
Mr. Нolmes.
But if I have any questions,
I'll come to you for advise.
I'll be happy to help
you out.
Good-bye, Mr. Нolmes.
Well I'll be damned!
What the dickens devil!
I solve crimes all my life,
and I fail to cover my own
tracks.
Mr. Нolmes, there's a letter
for you.
Тhank you.
''Dear limb of the law!
You've overstepped the limit.
Beware! M.''
Lestrade is not a fool
after all.
Тhis note is his work.
Нe must have noticed the
shoe in the fiireplace too.
Yes!
We're up to our ears in this.
Тhe story is just beginning,
and Lestrade has nothing
to do with it.
Where's this year's reference
book ''All London''?
- Letter ''M''?
- No, letter ''Н''.
Lord Christopher Нacksley.
Look up his address.
I didn't call the police.
We're not from Scotland Yard.
We are private detectives.
Тhank god, my husband
died his own death.
I am in no need of private
detectives either.
I'll get down to business.
Тhis morning me and my friend
doctor Watson
received a letter, the content
of which will hardly
interest you, however you may
recognize the signature.
It is the letter ''M'' made
of four crossed swards.
Is this monogram familiar
to you?
I'm afraid I don't understand.
You see, milady, there are many
rogues in London,
who are interested in
aristocratic families.
Our aim is to protect you
from blackmail.
I never saw this monogram
before.
Are you sure?
I'm sure you are wasting
your time.
I've forgotten
what an ordinary London
postman looks like.
Your mail delivery gets on
my nerves, gentlemen.
Either it's brought here
by some ragamuffins,
or flies into the window with
a stone,
and the next time your brother
Mycroft sends a telegram with
a messenger looking like he was
straight from the Buckingham
Palace. In the morning some
kind of a hairy monster
slipped a note under the door.
And a moment before
you arrived
a man