habit -
of carrying a loaded gun in your
jacket pocket.
Does this room seem
familiar to you?
It could very well be that you
didn't kill Milverton.
The material evidence testifies
only to the fact,
that you'd been here.
You have been here,
haven't you, Holmes?
Am I right?
You wanted Lady Eve's
letters.
You have come here to steal
them.
You couldn't do it legally,
so you decided to violate
the law.
You were guided by your
ambitions.
You see, Holmes, I'm also good
at making logical deductions.
But you have made a number
of major mistakes.
Footprints, bloody stains
on the glass door...
Charles was my friend.
Besides, he was my supplier.
It is a great loss.
Mind you...
I felt your presence
after Milverton's death.
One secret thread was
pulled.
Only someone who read my secret
correspondence with him
could know about it.
That was on March the 4th.
On the 23rd you bothered
me the second time.
In the middle of April you
disappointed me again.
At the end of the month you
frustrated my plans.
Today I'm faced with the
threat of being exposed.
And once again not without
your help!
- So what do you suggest?
- I suggest you quit!
You've crossed the path of a
very powerful organization.
Even you can't understand the
full extent of its power.
Stop playing this game, or
they'll crush you!
The papers you took from
this table, with my monogram!
Considering your interest in me,
you couldn't have burnt them!
- You have them!
- Why are you so sure?
They could be in
Scotland-Yard!
No, Holmes, you have them.
No one, except you, knows the
meaning of the letter "M".
No one, except you, especially
not that idiot Lestrade,
will be able to decipher
the coded text.
You have them.
You hope to decipher the
invaluable papers
and put us all behind bars.
I repeat...
That is not going to
happen.
Because otherwise
you will not leave this
room alive.
Your threats are very
serious,
therefore they call for no
less serious proof.
Milverton received
invoices
an hour before you came
here.
My personal messenger
brought them.
They were lying on the
table.
That's not good enough,
professor.
Not good enough!
Apart from me there were
other people here too:
Servants, maids, police
officers.
And then again you forget
about the real killer.
Don't switch the light on,
Watson. That can be dangerous.
You mean, he can be looking
for me already?
- Who is that?
- Colonel Moran.
What have you done?
I became the witness of
an ugly scene
between the Colonel and
a young man.
Let's not stand in front
of the window.
Take a seat and tell
me everything.
A young man by the name
of Ronald...
You must be talking about
sir Ronald Adair.
A frequenter and a Board
member of the club "Bagatelle".
An inveterate card-player, but
never goes beyond the limits.
The younger son of count
Meinus,
the governor of one of our
provinces in Australia.
Is engaged to Edith Woodley
From Corster.
An absolutely harmless
creature.
They played in a pair with
the Colonel and won.
Then they had a fight.
Sir Ronald accused the
Colonel of cheating.
- Did anyone else hear it?
- Just me. Accidentally.
I don't envy Sir Ronald
and you.
I suggest we draw the
shutters.
What is it you're afraid of?
An air-gun.
- Pardon me?
- An air-gun.
The files of my letter "M" card
index came into motion.
The tiger hunt is on.
- Who is the tiger?
- Yours truly.
And now you too, Watson.
- What shall we do?
- Run.
We're dealing with people who
don't shelve their promises.
Listen carefully and remember
my instructions.
I disappear right now.
You sleep over in
Mrs. Hudson's room.
Watson, remember my
instructions to the letter.
We've engaged ourselves
in a war
with an organized criminal
association.
Tonight you are to send our
luggage to Victoria Station
not disclosing the
point of destination.
Tomorrow morning you send
Mrs. Hudson to get a cab.
She is by no means to stop