Morsten,
Sherlock Holmes, my friend will
solve this case.
You can be sure.
And you will be
the richest heiress in England.
Here's a business!
Why, the house seems to be
as full as a rabbit-warren!
- Hello, inspector.
- Hello, the theorist.
Stern facts here - no room for
theories.
How lucky that I happened to be out
at Norwood over another case!
I was at the station
when the message arrived.
What d'you think the man died of? ''
Door locked, I understand.
How was the window?
There are steps on the sill.
Well, well.
Jewels missing.
Worth half a million.
Where have they gone?
Mister Holmes, I have a theory.
- Inspector?
- Yes, sir.
What do you think of Sholto,
Holmes?
Sholto was, on his own
confession, with his brother last
night.
The brother died in a fit, on which
Sholto walked off with the treasure?
He could do that.
On which the dead man very
considerately got up and locked the
door on the inside.
Hum! Yes.
Let us apply
common sense to the matter.
Here we go.
This Thaddeus Sholto was with his
brother, there was a quarrel. So
much we know.
The brother is dead and the jewels
are gone. So much also we know.
You see that I am weaving my web
round Thaddeus. The net begins to
close upon him.
Thaddeus is evidently
in a most disturbed state of mind.
And look, the door is locked, the
window is locked too, and the
treasure is gone.
Where is it gone?
Of course, Mister Holmes,
here is a hole in the roof.
Why didn't you notice that?
They left through the hole in the
roof.
There is a trapdoor communicating
with the roof, and it is partly open.
- It was I who opened it.
- Oh, indeed!
Well, whoever did it,
it shows how our gentleman got
away.
Inspector!
- Yes, sir?
- Sholto?
Yes, sir!
Mr. Sholto,
it is my duty to inform you
that anything which you may say
will be used against you.
I arrest you in the Queen's name as
being concerned in the death of
your brother.
Didn't I tell you!
Don't trouble
yourself about it, Mr. Sholto.
I think that I can engage
to clear you of the charge.
I will make you a free present
of the name and description of one
of the two people who were in this
room last night.
His name is Jonathan Small.
He is a man with his right leg off,
and wearing a wooden stump which
is worn away upon the inner side.
His left boot has a coarse,
square-toed sole, with an iron band
round the heel.
He is a middle-aged man,
much sunburned, and has been a
convict.
There is a good deal of skin
missing from the palm of his hand.
- The other man --
- Ah! the other man?
Yes.
He is a rather curious person.
Go on, you drunken vagabond!
If you kick up any more row, I'll
open the kennels and let out 43
dogs upon you.
If you'll let one out,
it's just what I have come for.
Go on!
I have a wiper in this bag.
I'll drop it on your
'ead if you don't hook it!
But I want a dog.
I won't be argued with!
Now stand clear, for when I say
'three,' down goes the wiper.
Mr. Sherlock Holmes --
A friend of Mr. Sherlock
is always welcome.
- Step in, sir.
- Thank you.
You are welcome.
Keep clear of the badger, for he
bites.
Don't mind that, sir.
It's only a slowworm.
It hain't got no fangs,
so I gives it the run o' the room.
It keeps the beetles down.
To let my lodgers live in peace.
You must not mind my bein'
just a little short wi' you at first.
I'm guyed at by the children.
There's many a one comes down
this lane to knock me up.
What was it that
Mr. Sherlock Holmes wanted, sir?
He wanted a dog of yours.
- That would be Toby.
- Yes, Toby was the name.
Toby lives at No. 7 on the left here.
You have him there!
Good dog, then!
Lestrade has gone.
We have had
an immense display of energy.
He has arrested
not only friend Thaddeus
but the gatekeeper,
the housekeeper, and the Indian
servant.
We have the place to ourselves
but for a sergeant upstairs.
Lend me your bull's eye, Sergeant.
Dip my handkerchief into the