Neither anyone I know nor the
police have ever heard
of a detective Mycroft
Holmes.
If I say my brother is more
perceptive that I am,
you must trust me.
- Is he younger than you?
- 7 years older.
- Why is he unknown?
- He is popular in his circles.
For instance, in the club
"Diogenes".
What is that club?
The most silent club in London.
It prohibits any chatting
or conversations.
One who breaks the rule,
is immediately excluded.
Mycroft is one of the founding
members.
Every time I go there I find
that the atmosphere is
most appeasing.
I am going there now.
Want to keep me company?
It is a special room for
visitors.
You can talk in here.
My brother Mycroft.
Pleased to meet you, doctor.
Since the day you started
writing my brother's biography,
there's no end to questions
whether I am in any way related
to the famed Mr. Holmes.
Sherlock, I expected to see
you last week
about the case in Manorhouse.
Thought you might be having
difficulties.
We solved it. We've just
come back from there.
- Garlic sauce?
- That's right.
To get rid of the opium odor.
That's what I figured from
the start.
What an interesting character.
The marker?
The man who's talking to the
doorman.
A marker?
Could be.
The right shoulder
is more developed.
The left pocket is smeared
with chalk.
Is easily susceptible to
colds.
Especially in spring.
Single.
- More likely, a widower.
- I agree.
- But not more that 3 years.
- I agree.
- Has a child.
- Children, my boy.
A boy and an older girl.
But wants to get married
again.
Despite his gout.
Well I'll be damned!
Now you see, dear Watson,
Mycroft would have made
a brilliant detective,
if he wouldn't prefer silence
to everything else in the world.
But not even here can one hide
from the gruesome reality.
Sherlock, I wanted to see you
about a very important matter.
Not one soul, except you,
of course,
is to know about this.
Especially the police.
Such was the request of
Lady Eve Brackwell.
- Brackwell?
- Don't strain your memory.
She's hardly known to
anyone yet.
One of the most beautiful
women I've ever met,
she started going out only
this year.
Their wedding with duke
Dovercourt
is planned for next week.
Charming.
However there are several
careless letters -
- That's right, careless, -
that she wrote to one poor
esquire.
The letters were stolen by
a scoundrel.
His name is...
- Charles Augustus Milverton.
- Yes.
These letters are enough to
break the engagement.
Milverton will hand them
over to the duke
if he is not paid a
substantial sum of money.
The monster!
Lady Brackwell doesn't
have the money.
That's why I ask you take up
this case, Sherlock.
Milverton?
The Master Blackmailer.
He abuses people's vices,
mistakes and weaknesses.
He has many victims to his
score.
Do me a favor and take this
case, my boy.
Charles Augustus Milverton.
"I shall pay you a visit at
10 p.m.".
That means, someone had
informed him about our
conversation, even though we
talked at the Silent Club.
Watson!
I wonder what you can say
about that gentleman.
I presume, that was his card.
Correct.
All of London's criminal world
is at his service.
He pays generously.
Once he paid 700 pounds
to a servant
for a note of 2 sentences.
As a result the head of a
family committed suicide
and the whole family was
ruined.
Come in, he's upstairs.
I imagine you must be quite
surprised, Mr. Holmes.
Not at all.
Did the doorman from the
"Diogenes" club tell you?
No, a marker I know.
This gentleman?
My friend and colleague
doctor Watson.
The case of our lady client
is a delicate one...
I have no secrets from
doctor Watson.
Then let's get down to business.
I understand, you are acting
on behalf of Lady Eve?
Has she authorized you to
accept my conditions?
- What are they?
- 7 thousand pounds.
What happens if we say no?
Dear sir, I hate to say this,
but if the money will not be
paid to me on the 14th,