He discovered that the Earth
revolves around the Sun.
Or perhaps you're ignorant
of that fact also?
My eyes tell me that rather the
Sun revolves around the Earth.
Then again maybe he is right,
this... What's his name?
If I may ask, Holmes.
You are a man of acute mind,
I can tell right away.
You are an expert in
chemistry.
How is it that you don't know
things known to any schoolboy?
I knew them when I was a
schoolboy, but then forgot.
You brag of your own
ignorance?
Could you tell dirt
from Regent St. from
dirt from Picadilly?
Or ashes of a Hawaiian cigar
from that of a Manilla cigar?
Can you say what it says in
Paragraph 3
of the British Penitentiary
Code?
But I'm speaking of elementary
things, familiar to everyone.
I'm not "everyone", Watson. The
human brain is like an attic,
that you can stuff with anything
you want, which is what fools do
when they drag everything useful
and useless over there.
Until finally there's no place
for the most useful thing,
or else it is put away so far in
the back, you can't take it out.
This is not what I do.
I keep only the most useful
tools up my attic.
They're many, all kept in ideal
order, always handy.
- No useless junk. - You call
Kopernik's teaching useless junk?
All right, supposing the Earth
revolves around the Sun.
What...
What do you mean, supposing?
The Earth revolves around
the Sun.
But I can find no use for that
in my line of work.
How awful it would be to live
in a world,
where you couldn't talk to
anyone about poetry,
about art,
or politics.
Where everyone knows only what
he has to know for his business.
Watson.
I'm sorry.
Mister Watson.
Watson, I can cheer you up. The
thing is that people like me...
are few in the world. It could
be that I am the only one.
- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.
- Let us in.
- What is it, gentlemen?
What's going on?
Where do you think you're
going, sir?
- Where?
- Wt want Mr. Holmes.
Watson, they've come to
see me.
- Good morning, gentlemen.
- Good morning, sir.
You didn't wait for me.
Hunger beats male solidarity.
But that's all right.
I'll catch up with you, and then
wt can play a game of chess.
You play chess?
What about your visitor?
Visitor? The old man?
He left.
- He left?
- That's right.
I didn't see him leave.
Mrs. Hudson.
Did you happen to see an old man
leave Mr. Holmes' room?
What old man?
Disgusting looking, dressed in
shabby rags.
No, I haven't. And,
Mr. Watson, I try...
not to notice who goes in there
and who goes out.
And I would advise you to do
the same.
Watson. Come on in, Watson.
Come in.
Say, Watson, did you ever meet
any of these charming gentlemen?
Put your power of observation
to a test.
Who art they?
My good acquaintances.
I don't know any of them.
After you.
I'm sure you will no longer
need my services.
Straight ahead, please, and
use this door.
You may rest assured, Your
Highness.
What is it you're eating there,
Watson?
Omelet! I hate omelet.
Put it aside and get dressed!
What for?
We're dining at the "Ferrari",
quail and "Chateau Rose".
Today I am wealthy.
Thank you, I'm full.
Mrs. Hudson.
Don't you find, that
Mr. Holmes...
is a somewhat mysterious
person?
No, I don't find that.
I don't fiend that. And I prefer
not to discuss him.
Me too.
Why are you whispering?
He's not at home.
What, you can't sleep, Watson?
I slept soundly.
But I was awakened by these
sounds.
But you said you loved music.
Music, yes.
But this... I thought someone
was having a fit.
Or a cat got trapped in a pipe.
Maybe you're right.
But it is one of my habits,
you see.
I like to think this way, and I
have something to think about.
You'd better think, that
its already
2 in the morning.
- What is this?
- An eye. A human eye.
Glass?
No, real.
It's thought that the pupil of
the tyt of a murdered man
holds the image of the murderer
at the moment of the murder.
I carried out a few