you make of all this?
- A savage!
- That is right, Watson.
The Andaman Islands.
Situated 340 miles to the north
of Sumatra, in the Bay of Bengal.
Moist climate, coral reefs, sharks.
Convict barracks.
The aborigines of the Andaman
Islands may is the smallest race on
the earth.
The average height
is rather below four feet.
They are a fierce, morose,
and intractable people,
though capable
of forming most devoted friendships.
Mind you, most devoted friendships.
We have to wait for the news
from Wiggins.
You can do what you will,
but I must remain on guard.
Then I shall run over to Camberwell
and call upon Mrs. Cecil Forrester.
Mrs. Cecil Forrester?
Women are never to be entirely
trusted - not the best of them.
If you are crossing the river
you may as well return Toby,
for I don't think it is at all likely
that we shall have any use for him
now.
I will be back in two hours. Toby!
An argument
to the previous chapters.
Toby, as a participator
will correct me if I am wrong.
I will start my story neither
from your visit to Baker Street,
dear Miss Morstan,
nor from our trip to Thaddeus Sholto,
where he told us about your father's
and his father's deaths.
I guess, you told Mrs. Forrester
about our trip
to his brother Bartholomew Sholto.
Trust me, he died of a horrible
death.
After that I took you home.
On the way home
I met this nice gentleman.
Now I am talking about you, Toby.
When Toby and I came to the crime
scene,
we found a new character:
Scotland Yard inspector Lestrade,
who arrested everyone
in the house except Sherlock
Holmes,
and Thaddeus Sholto was brought to
trial on a charge of murder of his
brother.
What? Thaddeus Sholto was
arrested?
Yes.
But we know who are the real
criminals.
Do we, Toby?
There are two of them
and they have fabulous feet.
One has a wooden stump, the other
one has bare feet with a tarlike
odour.
Three of us started chasing them.
It was Sherlock Holmes,
your humble servant and this dog,
who, by the way, brought
us to a large timber-yard.
Yes, yes Toby.
So, Toby brought us to the Thames.
We know that criminals
left on the steam launch Diana,
which we will find soon.
We know that one of them
is Jonathan Small,
the other one is a savage
from the Andaman Islands.
It is a romance!
An injured lady,
half a million in treasure,
a black cannibal,
and a wooden-legged ruffian.
And two knight-errants to the
rescue.
Who can make the lady rich.
It is for Mr. Thaddeus Sholto
that I am anxious.
Nothing else is of any consequence.
He has behaved most kindly
and honourably throughout.
It is our duty to clear him of this
dreadful and unfounded charge.
Holmes!
- Mr. Sherlock Holmes has gone
out?
- No, sir. He has gone to his room.
I am afraid for his health.
Why so, Mrs. Hudson?
After you was gone he walked and
he walked, up and down, and up
and down.
Then I heard him talking
to himself and muttering
and every time the bell rang out
he came on the stairhead,
with 'What is that, Mrs. Hudson?'
What is that, Mrs. Hudson?
Not what but who.
This is Doctor Watson,
my second lodger.
And I am going to buy some
cooling medicine for you, Mr.
Holmes.
I am off down the river, Watson.
I have been turning it over in my
mind, and I think it is worth trying.
Surely I can come with you, then?
No, you can be much more useful,
if you will remain here
as my representative.
Act on your own judgment
if any news should come.
- Can I rely upon you?
- Most certainly.
Men sometimes speak funnily.
When Dr. Watson was tellin me
about his adventures in the east,
he told me how a musket looked
into his tent at the dead of night,
and how he fired
a double-barrelled tiger cub at it.
Why did he say something
like that, Mrs. Forrester?
My dear girl, you live
with me for such a long time
that I can tell you
that Dr. Watson is madly --
Miss Morstan.
I am not guilty.
Mr. Sholto, have you been set free?
I am