The Case of the Five-Barred Gate

0:00 Hail on the Sash

0:04 Watson: It was a mild spring Monday in London. I had switched off the gas fire in our Baker Street sitting room, on the principle that winter was over. Holmes had spent a fortnight indoors, sorting tobacco ash and scowling at an evening paper full of the miners' strike. Mrs Hudson had brought up cocoa and gone down again, tutting at the cold grate.

0:25 Holmes: You'll regret that fire before the night is out. Watson: It's practically summer, Holmes. The daffodils are out in Regent's Park.

0:33 Holmes: A bottle of port says it hails before ten o'clock. Watson: There isn't a cloud over the chimney pots. Done.

0:40 Holmes: Then you'll drink well and gloat, as usual. Watson: That's unjust. I gloat rarely, and always modestly.

0:49 Holmes: I shall record that in the margin, in very small print. Watson: You'll record nothing. You've lost your pencil again.

0:58 Holmes: Hear that, Watson? Hail on the sash. Fetch the corkscrew.

1:02 Watson: Good Lord, it's like gravel flung at the glass. Not one word.

1:14 Watson: Baker Street. Ann: Mr Holmes? Don't you dare ring off!

1:19 Watson: I'm holding this at arm's length. Who's speaking? Ann: My name is Ann. I'm on a— it's a hospital trolley telephone, and my coins won't last.

1:28 Watson: This is Doctor Watson. Mr Holmes is beside me. Say what you need.

1:33 Ann: Please, find out who wanted my husband dead, Mr Holmes, and come to Marlcott tonight. Watson: Hello? Hello?

1:43 Holmes: Marlcott. A village, I fancy, and nowhere near a cab rank. Watson: She rang from a hospital bed, and she asked for you. Will you—

1:52 Holmes: A county police matter, Watson, and a long way west. Watson: And that's the whole of your objection? Holmes: A patient on a ward telephone at night wants a sedative and a kind word. I supply neither.

2:04 Watson: Did you hear her ask for comfort? Even once? Holmes: I heard volume.

2:09 Watson: I heard orders. I've sat by enough beds to know hysteria. That wasn't it.

2:15 Holmes: Meaning what, precisely? Watson: No pill, no kind word. She wants a name. That's the one thing you do supply.

2:23 Holmes: Flattery, from a man who owes me port. Watson: Settle it on the train, Holmes. Are you coming or—

2:31 Holmes: Yes, yes. The port can wait for our return. Your hat.

2:35 Watson: We left the grate cold and went out into the hail.

2:44 A Bedside in Bristol

2:48 Watson: The infirmary sprawled over the edge of Bristol. At nine next morning we stood by Ann's bed, her legs in traction, her husband in the chair. Fenner: You'll be Mr Holmes. I'm Fenner, Ann's husband. She says she telephoned you.

3:04 Holmes: She did, Mr Fenner. Mrs Fenner, the bomb was in your husband's car, and you were driving it. Yet you asked who wanted him dead, not you.

3:14 Ann: Who'd want me dead? I keep the books and feed the hens. Holmes: Then why were you in his car?

3:22 Ann: Mine wouldn't start. It whirred and whirred and never caught. His keys were on the hook.

3:28 Holmes: Ah. Fenner: I'd have taken it out myself ten minutes later. Same as every morning.

3:35 Watson: You'd had warning, I gather. Fenner: Three letters since March. Block capitals, Bristol postmark. You'll pay, that sort of muck.

3:45 Holmes: Bristol. Half the county goes to market there. But whoever it was knew your car, and your hours.

3:52 Fenner: Inspector Kinnaird has them now. He told me cranks rarely act. Ann: This one did.

4:00 Watson: Your surgeon's done careful work. Ann: You're a doctor. Tell me straight. Will I walk again? Up the bank to the top field? Will I—

4:08 Watson: It's far too early to— Ann: Don't say early. Please. Just yes or no, Doctor... yes or no...

4:15 The Gate at the Foot of the Lane

4:20 Watson: Fenner rode out with us to Marlcott in a hired car, to the five-barred gate at the foot of his lane, where his farmhand Teresa met us with a bucket in each hand. Fenner: That post. That's where they— they spiked it there. A ewe's head. One of my own.

4:37 Watson: Good God. Left for you to find? Fenner: Card nailed under it, same capitals as the letters. Said I was next.

4:47 Holmes: Anyone can post a letter. But somebody had to carry that head up your lane at night. Teresa: Mr Fenner, the ewes are out on the road again, and I've the one pair of—

4:56 Fenner: In a minute, Teresa. This is Mr Holmes, and Doctor Watson. Teresa: Grand. Can either of them milk? I was up at four and I'll be up past ten.

5:06 Watson: You're asleep on your feet. Teresa: I'll sleep when the farm does, Doctor. Fenner: Here. Black to the hedge. They took what was left away on a lorry.

5:17 Holmes: Two hundred yards from the gate. So the key didn't fire it. The car had to be moving.

5:23 Fenner: It should've— that should have been me. In that seat.

5:28 Hens in the Cobbled Yard

5:32 Watson: Teresa took us round to the cobbled yard behind the house, and we were barely among the hens when an older man came stumping up the track. Teresa: Mr Ottaway! Stay back of that gate—

5:43 Ottaway: Call it off, lass! I've only come to ask after Ann! Teresa: Fly! Leave it, Fly! Down, you devil!

5:51 Holmes: That's no warning to a stranger. It knows you, Mr Ottaway. Teresa, is it always like this?

5:58 Teresa: Sure, it goes mad at Mr Ottaway, every time he sets foot near. I've bruises from holding it. Ottaway: Dogs take after their masters. That one's Fenner's to the bone.

6:10 Watson: It's had you before, hasn't it? That scar on your wrist. That's a bite. No barbed wire did that.

6:17 Ottaway: Six stitches, Doctor. Fenner laughed. How's she, Teresa? Straight, now.

6:24 Teresa: Both legs smashed and pinned. She keeps asking after the hens. Ottaway: God help her. Tell her I asked. Tell Ann I'm sorry for her trouble. Never for Fenner's.

6:36 A Buff Folder at the Station

6:41 Watson: The police station in the market town smelled of wet coats and floor polish. Inspector Kinnaird sat us across his desk, a buff folder open. Holmes: Inspector Kinnaird. The vehicle examiner's report, I take it. You've read it twice.

6:56 Kinnaird: Three times, Mr Holmes. We read slow out here, but we read. His car: device under the driver's seat. Hers: the rotor arm was pulled the night before. Clean. Nothing else touched.

7:12 Watson: So that's why it wouldn't start. Without a rotor arm the engine turns and never fires. My old Rover did it once.

7:19 Kinnaird: The way I read it, the bomber stranded the house. One car dead, so Fenner drives his own, and there's nothing left in the yard to fetch help with, so— Holmes: Was the rotor arm found?

7:31 Kinnaird: Not in the yard. Not in the ditch. Watson: Odd, that.

7:35 Holmes: Then he pocketed it and took it home. Not a man in a red rage, Inspector. A tidy man.

7:43 Watson: We met a man with a grievance this morning. Ottaway. The dog nearly had him.

7:48 Kinnaird: Aye, Ottaway keeps a tidy yard. Ottaway threatened Fenner before witnesses. Come and hear him.

7:55 Empty Pens Over the Hill

8:00 Watson: The Inspector drove us over the hill to Ottaway's holding, a cottage and a tin barn at the end of a rutted track, and found its owner among empty pens. Kinnaird: Afternoon, Ottaway. You've met Mr Holmes and the doctor, I'm told.

8:14 Ottaway: At Fenner's gate, with his cur at my throat. Say your piece. Holmes: These pens are limed and scrubbed, the hurdles stacked. Nothing has stood in them for weeks.

8:25 Ottaway: Seven weeks Thursday. Two hundred ewes, bred down from my father's stock. Watson: Two hundred? Disease?

8:35 Ottaway: Debt, Doctor. Fenner's, not mine. I'd rented his low field twenty years on a handshake, and then—

8:42 Holmes: And he sold it from under you. Ottaway: To pay his bank. To a builder, without a word to me. No grazing, no flock. They went for slaughter.

8:53 Watson: Good Lord. Kinnaird: And in the village pub, before a full bar, you said what? Ottaway: Same as I'll say now. I'd see Fenner blown to kingdom come, and sleep sound after.

9:06 Watson: His wife is lying in the infirmary with both legs in pieces, and you'd still— Ottaway: I said Fenner! I never wished harm on Ann. Not once. Not— not ever.

9:16 Kinnaird: Sunday night, the night before the bomb. Where were you? Ottaway: Here. In my bed. On my own, same as these eleven years...

9:28 Kinnaird: Nobody to swear to that. Ottaway: Nor anyone to swear against it. Kinnaird: I'm arresting you for the bombing of Fenner's car.

9:38 Evening on the Ward

9:36 Ottaway: You've a nerve.

9:43 Watson: Ann's ward lay half dark by evening. Fenner had not stirred from her side, and Kinnaird came up from the market town bearing his news. Kinnaird: Mr Fenner. Mrs Fenner. Ottaway's charged. He goes before the magistrates in the morning.

9:59 Fenner: Charged. Thank God for that. Kinnaird: No alibi, and a full bar heard him swear he'd see you blown to kingdom come. A jury will weigh that.

10:11 Watson: I heard him say it myself, in those empty pens. He meant every word. Holmes: He meant it loudly. A man who swears before a full bar lends his threat to everyone who heard it.

10:24 Kinnaird: Or he's a man who means what he says. Holmes: Perhaps. Mrs Fenner, your dog. Was it loose on Sunday night?

10:32 Ann: Fly? Loose every night... since the letters. Holmes: Then the dog matters. If it barked, the Inspector's case stands. If it kept quiet, I'd want to know who it keeps quiet for.

10:46 Ann: Who's feeding Fly, love? You're here every hour... Fenner: Teresa's— Teresa's seeing to it. Hush now.

10:54 Ann: Teresa's run off her feet. Ask up the lane. It never barks at Ewan Hollis... he bred it, you know...

11:01 Watson: Ewan Hollis? Fenner: Neighbour, top of the lane. He'll see to it, love. Sleep.

11:08 Watson: She's had pethidine. She won't surface before morning. Holmes: When she wakes, she'll tell us whether the dog barked.

11:15 A Room Under the Eaves

11:19 Watson: Teresa's room was a box under the farmhouse eaves, an iron bed and a bare bulb. She let us in after dark with her boots still on. Teresa: Five minutes, Mr Holmes. The calves aren't fed.

11:31 Holmes: Five will do. Sunday night, Teresa. Ottaway's in a cell, and anyone who heard the yard could keep him there.

11:39 Teresa: Then you've the wrong girl. I was in that bed and— I slept like a stone. Till four.

11:44 Watson: Those hands want seeing to, Teresa. That's hot water, not wool. Teresa: Calves' buckets, Doctor. I slept till four, and that's the whole of—

11:53 Fenner: Tell them straight, girl. You're up at four every day God sends. Monday, no stir. At five I knocked, then put my head round the door. That bed hadn't been slept in.

12:04 Teresa: I never— Holmes: And you've kept that to yourself since Monday, Mr Fenner. Fenner: Thought she'd a lad in the village. Her business, I thought. But not— not now, with a man charged.

12:16 Holmes: No stir at four, no answer at five. You weren't late, Teresa. You weren't in the house.

12:22 Teresa: You'd no call to come in my room. Watson: If you were somewhere, someone saw you. Tell us and—

12:28 Teresa: Where I was is my own business.

12:31 A Knock Before Six

12:36 Watson: A constable knocked us up at our inn before six, and within the half hour we stood in the Fenners' kitchen with Kinnaird, Ewan Hollis dead on the flagstones between us. Kinnaird: Hold that towel to your face, Mr Fenner. The ambulance is coming. Now. Hollis knocked. Then?

12:54 Fenner: Back door, first light. Said he'd— said he'd a thing to tell me. Stood there by the range.

13:01 Holmes: Two cups on the table, one of them poured. You'd made him tea. Fenner: Neighbour at the door at that hour, you put the kettle on. Then he told me. Letters, the ewe's head, all him. All of it. Said he'd not stop till I was off this land.

13:17 Kinnaird: And the knife? Fenner: Out of his coat. Had my cheek open before I'd the gun from the corner.

13:23 Watson: One barrel, in the chest, at a yard or less. He's still warm. No stiffness in him anywhere yet. Within the hour.

13:32 Kinnaird: That's his knife? Fenner: Horn handle. He skins rabbits with it. Half of Marlcott's seen it.

13:39 Watson: Holmes, look here. His fingers are shut tight round it, and there's blood on the palm under the handle. Kinnaird: A man shot through the chest bleeds on everything, Doctor.

13:49 Fenner: Is it over, then? Was it him all along? The bomb—

13:52 Kinnaird: Hollis wrote letters, maybe. The bomb was Ottaway's; he stays in my cells.

13:58 A Statement at Noon

14:02 Watson: Noon found Fenner across Kinnaird's desk at the station, stitches in his cheek and more under his shirt, while Holmes and I listened and a constable typed. Kinnaird: Give it me once more in your own words, Mr Fenner, so it's right. Fenner: I shot him, and I was alone with him till your lads came. Sat on the back step and— and shook. I never touched him after. Couldn't look at him.

14:28 Kinnaird: Your farmhand was up the top field from four. My constable found her there with the ewes. Fenner: Then she was spared it.

14:35 Holmes: A twelve-bore by the kitchen door, loaded at dawn. That isn't for foxes. That's a man who's slept badly since Monday.

14:43 Fenner: Since the ewe's head on my gate. Wouldn't you? Watson: I would. I'd have had it under the pillow.

14:50 Kinnaird: One more matter, for the file. A policy on Mrs Fenner's life. Fifty thousand pounds.

14:57 Fenner: That's— Holmes: Who pays the premiums? Fenner: The farm does. Why? What's the money to do with Hollis? What's it—

15:03 Kinnaird: Maybe nothing. I like a full file, that's all. Fenner: Every farmer insures his wife. Ask Ottaway who wanted me dead.

15:12 A Bench Outside the Ward

15:16 Watson: Holmes and I kept a hard bench that afternoon outside Ann's ward, while the nurses changed her dressings behind drawn curtains. Let me set it out, Holmes. Ottaway swore it before the whole pub. The dog nearly had his arm off. That's one man.

15:32 Holmes: Mm. Watson: Last night you wondered aloud whom a silent dog might know. Ann named Hollis. By dawn Hollis was dead with a knife in his hand.

15:43 Holmes: You've laid them in a row. Now tell me what the row means. Watson: That we had it backwards. Hollis was the bomber. The dog let him through, and he came back to finish Fenner.

15:53 Holmes: Or the dog barked itself hoarse on Sunday, Ottaway's your man, and Hollis only wrote letters. Watson: Confound it, you must lean one way or the other. Holmes: It all hangs on one thing, Watson. What that dog did on Sunday night.

16:10 Watson: And only one woman in Bristol heard it. Holmes: Then let's ask her what the dog did.

16:15 The Owl and the Church Clock

16:20 Watson: When the sister let us back in, Fenner sat close by the pillow, Teresa stood at the bed-end with news of the hens, and Kinnaird filled the window. Holmes: You're clearer today, Mrs Fenner. Sunday night. Fly was loose?

16:34 Ann: Every night since the letters came. And I've not— I've not slept a night through since the ewe's head. I lie in the front room, over the yard, and listen.

16:45 Kinnaird: With your husband beside you, I'd hope. Ann: He snores like a tractor. He's had the back room since Christmas, over the orchard.

16:54 Fenner: Rattles the glass, she tells me. Ann: I heard the owl in the barn, and the church clock at one, and two, and three. Fly was loose in that yard all night and never barked. Not once.

17:09 Kinnaird: A dog can be quieted. A bit of meat over the— Holmes: Not that dog, and not for Ottaway. It put six stitches in his wrist in broad daylight.

17:17 Teresa: Mother of God, that dog goes mad at Mr Ottaway if he only stops in the lane. He'd never have got past the gate. Holmes: And both cars stood in the yard. To touch either, a man must cross it.

17:30 Fenner: Then it was— it was Hollis. Like he told me. All of it.

17:35 Ann: Then someone walked under my window... and Fly lay quiet as a lamb... and me lying there listening— Who, Mr Holmes? Who was in my yard? Watson: Ann. Breathe with me. Slowly, now.

17:49 Kinnaird: Well. There goes my case. Holmes: Release Ottaway, Inspector. He never crossed that yard.

17:58 Steam and Frying Fat

18:02 Watson: Past midnight Holmes had our hired car pull in at a lorry drivers' café out on the trunk road, all steam and frying fat, and there at the back sink stood Teresa. Teresa: Mother of God. Mr Holmes, and the Doctor. Who— who told you where I'd be?

18:20 Holmes: Your hands, Teresa. Scalded to the wrist, and calves don't drink boiling water. Watson: I said as much in your attic. That's dishwater.

18:29 Holmes: A girl who rises at four can't stand at a sink till dawn more than twice a week. An all-night café on the main road. This was the third I tried.

18:39 Teresa: Keep your voice down. The owner will think I'm in trouble with the guards. Holmes: The wages book, hung by the till. Teresa, Sundays, eleven till five. Wednesdays, eleven till five. Nine pounds a night.

18:54 Teresa: Oh, Lord. Watson: Sunday. The night before the bomb.

19:00 Holmes: So that's why your bed hadn't been slept in. You were here, scouring frying pans for lorry drivers. Teresa: Earning what he owes me. Not a penny since January, and me running the farm on my own.

19:13 Watson: Since January? Then he can hardly sack you for working when he— Teresa: He'd say I was stealing sleep from his farm. And then where am I? A Cork girl with no reference.

19:23 Holmes: You let us think the worst of you, with a man in a cell. Teresa: Please, don't tell Mr Fenner. He swears there's no money, and I— I believe him. I've seen the letters from the bank.

19:36 A Handshake on the Station Step

19:41 Watson: Ottaway had gone home over the hill by breakfast, and Kinnaird shut his office door on the three of us like a man who had lost a prize bull. Kinnaird: He shook my hand on the station step, Mr Holmes. No hard feelings, says he. I'd sooner he'd spat.

19:57 Holmes: Did he. Watson: He's lost his flock and two nights in a cell, Inspector. A handshake costs him nothing now.

20:04 Kinnaird: So. Hollis wrote the letters, Hollis spiked the head, the dog let Hollis in to the cars. The man's dead. I close the—

20:12 Holmes: Not yet. You read that report as a man stranding the house. Kinnaird: Aye. One car dead, nothing left to fetch help.

20:22 Holmes: Nobody needed fetching. The bomb was under Fenner's seat, yet the rotor arm was pulled from hers. On a farm with two cars, kill one and you choose who drives the other.

20:33 Kinnaird: Choose? You're saying it was set for the lassie. Holmes: I'm saying whoever crept into that yard knew who leaves it first on a Monday morning.

20:42 Kinnaird: Hollis lived at the top of the lane. He'd see them go by. Holmes: A dog that was loose all night and never barked tells you it knew the man, Inspector. Not which man. Teresa was washing plates out on the trunk road from eleven till five. I've read the café's book.

20:58 Kinnaird: My lads went through Hollis's cottage last night. Rabbit skins and seed catalogues. Not a sheet of writing paper in the place.

21:07 Watson: Three letters in careful capitals, and nothing to write them on? Kinnaird: Then Hollis's confession rests on Fenner's word alone.

21:16 The Blackened Verge

21:21 Watson: Before lunch Holmes walked me down to the blackened verge, and I stood there with my notebook flattened against the wind. Holmes: Read me the kitchen. Not what you remember, Watson. What you wrote.

21:33 Watson: Twenty past six. Hollis, shot once, chest, twelve-bore, a yard or less. Warm. No stiffness.

21:41 Holmes: And? Watson: Right hand shut hard on the knife. Fine blood on the skin beneath the grip.

21:48 Holmes: Your pencil went through the page on that line. You were calm for the rest, and not for that. Watson: It nagged at me. Then I told myself— well, a death grip. A man dies in an instant and his hand locks on whatever it holds.

22:03 Holmes: And Fenner at noon, across the Inspector's desk? Watson: Alone with the body till the police came. Out on the back step, shaking. Not a finger laid on Hollis since the shot.

22:15 Holmes: Then set the oath beside the blood. Don't add them up. Just look at them.

22:20 Watson: I've been. Since yesterday. I don't care for it.

22:25 Holmes: Then who closed Hollis's fingers round that knife?

22:30 A Scrubbed Kitchen

22:34 Watson: By afternoon the Fenners' kitchen had been scrubbed. Fenner would not come past the table, Kinnaird stood at the range, and Holmes and I waited by the door. Kinnaird: The Doctor has a thing to say about Hollis, Mr Fenner. I'd like you to hear it.

22:50 Fenner: Say it, then. I've ewes to see to. Watson: Shot at a yard, there's a fine spray of blood. It reached the palm under the handle, skin that horn grip should have covered.

23:01 Kinnaird: So? Watson: So if he'd held that knife when he was shot, the skin beneath it would be clean. It isn't. His hand was open.

23:10 Kinnaird: A death grip, then. I've seen men locked to a steering wheel. Watson: So have I. A death grip keeps what's already in the hand. It doesn't let go, take up a knife and close again. Those fingers were shut afterwards.

23:25 Fenner: Then he dropped it, and I don't know. It was all at once, the noise and the— Holmes: Yesterday at noon you swore you were alone with him and never touched him after. Was that true, Mr Fenner?

23:36 Fenner: Teresa was about the place. She might have— Kinnaird: Up the top field from four, and my constable found her there. You said yourself she was spared it.

23:45 Fenner: Then I— I must have moved it. I was out of my head, my own blood in my eyes. Holmes: You folded a dead man's fingers round a knife, one by one. That isn't panic. That's a tidy man.

24:00 Fenner: I... Kinnaird: I'm arresting you for the murder of Ewan Hollis.

24:05 Under the Strip Light

24:09 Watson: The interview room's strip light buzzed like a trapped wasp that evening; Fenner sat beneath it, Kinnaird across from him, Holmes and I against the wall. Holmes: One question, Mr Fenner, and it's mine. Ottaway hated you before the whole village. Why Hollis?

24:27 Fenner: Because of you, Mr Holmes. You stood at her bed and said it. A quiet dog is quiet for someone it knows.

24:36 Watson: And Ann answered you, half asleep. Fenner: Who's feeding Fly. And I sat holding her hand and heard her say the dog never barks at Ewan Hollis. There it was. My way out.

24:50 Holmes: So you asked him down at first light, and poured him a cup, so he'd stand easy by your range. Fenner: Said I'd a thing to tell him. He came straight down. He always came when you asked him. He was—

25:02 Kinnaird: And Sunday night, Fenner. The car. Fenner: The bank wants the farm. Fifty thousand pounds on Ann, and it's all paid off. I built it in the workshop, under the bench.

25:13 Watson: And the letters? The ewe's head on your own gate? Fenner: Mine. So you'd go looking for a man who hated me. Ottaway did the rest himself, in the pub.

25:24 Kinnaird: And her car. Fenner: Pulled her rotor arm about two. Fly at my heels, wagging. Not a sound out of her.

25:33 Watson: Ann was lying awake above that yard. She heard the clock strike two. Fenner: I know. I know she did. It was meant to be quick. She wasn't meant to lie there asking will she walk—

25:45 Watson: Fenner— Fenner: And I sit with her every day, Doctor, and she holds my hand... she holds my... Kinnaird: I'm charging you with the murder of Ewan Hollis, and the attempted murder of your wife, Ann.

25:58 A Bottle of Port

26:02 Watson: From my journal, the last page of the Marlcott affair: a week on, Holmes and I were home in Baker Street with the gas fire lit, and Mrs Hudson brought up the tea. Mrs Hudson: Tea, gentlemen. And the fire on, Doctor. Wonders never cease.

26:18 Watson: Thank you, Mrs Hudson. Hail teaches a man humility. Mrs Hudson: And the wine merchant's boy left a bottle of port for Mr Holmes. With your compliments, he said.

26:30 Holmes: Ah. Splendid. Watson: One thing still sticks. Letters, a ewe's head, the whole village. Everything said that bomb was meant for Fenner. How was it ever Fenner's?

26:42 Holmes: He wrote the threats himself; you heard him tell Kinnaird so. All for show. Then Ann's car: pull its rotor arm, as Kinnaird's report had it, and with his keys on the hook she drives his car first.

26:55 Watson: Ten minutes ahead of him. He said so himself, at her bedside. Holmes: And the dog never stirred for its own master. Ann listened over the yard; Fenner slept at the back, over the orchard. She told us so, and never heard what she'd said.

27:11 Mrs Hudson: And him sat by her bed every day. That poor woman. Watson: Ann rang this morning. Teresa's staying on to run the place. Paid first, Ann says, before the bank.

27:24 Holmes: Fenner stands charged with murder, and the attempted murder of his wife. And Ewan Hollis lies in Marlcott churchyard because I reasoned aloud at a bedside. Watson: You couldn't have known who was listening.

27:37 Holmes: I knew exactly who was listening. I simply didn't think. Watson: Holmes—

27:42 Holmes: Hereafter I keep my deductions to myself until the handcuffs are on. Pour the port, my dear Watson. I shall drink it in silence.