THE ADVENTURES
OF SHERLOCK HOLMES AND DR.
WATSON
By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The Agra Treasure
Part One
Sherlock Holmes
VASILIY LIVANOV
Dr. Watson
VITALIY SOLOMIN
Mrs. Hudson
RINA ZELYONAYA
Inspector Lestrade
BORISLAV BRONDUKOV
To Mr. Sherlock Holmes esquire.
Grit in a sensitive instrument,
or a crack in one of his
own high-power lenses,
would not be more disturbing
than a strong emotion
in a nature such as his.
In our society
we speak of softer passions
as of an excellent for drawing the
veil
from men's motives and actions.
- I thought the woman...
- Her name is Irene Adler.
I thought Irene Adler would only
stay
in the folder,
named ''The Scandal in Bohemia.''
With Wilhelm Gottsreich
Sigismond von Ormstein,
Grand Duke of Cassel Felstein,
and hereditary King of Bohemia,
but I was wrong.
Her picture always follows him.
After some deducting reasoning,
I draw a horrible conclusion.
You faltered, Sherlock Holmes.
It was not that you felt any emotion
akin to love for Irene Adler.
All emotions, and that one
particularly, were abhorrent to your
cold,
precise but admirably balanced
mind.
But you faltered.
What is it in your hands?
This is a sovereign you got from her.
There's much harsh truth
in your saying, my dear friend.
Momentary hesitation.
I successfully failed the case
''The Scandal in Bohemia.''
Of course, Irene Adler
was an exception,
which proves the rule.
You are right
women are low-level creatures,
in comparison with us, men.
Because they always follow
so called ''softer passions'',
emotions.
Emotions are opposite
to pure and cold judgement.
You are right.
Of all women I know
only our incomparable
Mrs. Hudson can live here.
A young lady for you, sir.
Miss Morstan.
I have no recollection of the name.
Ask the young lady to step up.
I hope, you don't need me.
I need to attend a pathology course.
Don't go, Doctor.
I should prefer that you always
remain
when a woman is close to me.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Have a seat.
- Thank you.
State your case.
You will, I am sure, excuse me.
If your friend, would be good
enough to stop, he might be of
inestimable service to me.
We are listening to you, miss
Morstan.
My father was an officer
in an Indian regiment.
When I was quite a child,
my mother died.
I had no relative in England.
My father sent me to Edinburgh.
I was placed
in a comfortable boarding
establishment
where I remained
until I was seventeen years of age.
He telegraphed to me
that he had arrived to England,
and gave
the Langham Hotel as his address.
I drove there.
I was informed
that Captain Morstan was staying
there,
but that he had gone out
the night before and had not
returned.
Next morning
I read in newspapers
about my father's disappearing.
from that day to this no word
has ever been heard of him.
The date?
He disappeared
upon the third of December, 1878.
- His luggage?
- Remained at the hotel.
some clothes, some books, and a
number of curiosities from the
Andaman Islands.
He had been one of the officers
in charge of the convict-guard
there.
Had he any friends in town?
Major Sholto.
Only one that we know of - Major
Sholto.
The major had retired some little
time before and lived at Upper
Norwood.
We communicated with him, of
course, but he did not know
anything about my father.
A very old case. 10 years ago.
I had better leave you.
No, no, please, stay.
I have not yet described to you
the most singular part.
About six years ago
an advertisement appeared in the
Times
asking for the address of Miss
Morstan,
and stating that it would be
to her advantage to come forward.
After that there arrived through the
post a small cardboard box
addressed to me,
which I found
to contain a very large and lustrous
pearl.
Since then every year
upon the same date
there has always appeared
a similar box, containing a similar
pearl.
They have been pronounced by an
expert to