The Case of the Harlan Park Gold

0:00 Rain, a Shrieking Modem and a Telephone That Rings

0:04 Watson: From the case log. May, two thousand two, Los Angeles. Sunday evening, the nineteenth, with a thin rain ticking on the porch of our converted craftsman house above Echo Park. Holmes had spent the day hunched over a beige computer and a dial-up modem that shrieked like a kettle with opinions. Since noon it had dragged one scanned photograph down our only telephone line. I was on call, and I needed that line.

0:31 Watson: Holmes, that contraption has been squealing since lunch. Holmes: Patience. The first owners of this house are arriving from the top down. So far, hats.

0:42 Watson: The clinic can't reach me through a hat. Holmes: They'll page you. Watson: With what? You borrowed my pager battery for the television remote.

0:52 Holmes: Watson! You've stopped them at the eyebrows. Watson: Very distinguished eyebrows. Have them framed.

1:00 Holmes: Barbarian.

1:08 Holmes: Yes? Navarro: Holmes. Navarro. Two hours of busy signal.

1:13 Holmes: Lieutenant Navarro. Were those train brakes I heard? Navarro: Payphone at the end of the line, and my last quarter. A junkman in Harlan Park had the best morning of his life today.

1:23 Holmes: And tonight? Navarro: Tonight he's begging for your help. Holmes: One moment, Lieutenant.

1:30 Watson: Don't. The last time Navarro rang on a Sunday it cost us a month's rent. Holmes: It also cured three weeks of boredom, Watson. I call that a bargain.

1:40 Watson: I'm on call tonight. And some stranger's lucky morning is no— Holmes: Think. Nobody begs for a detective after the best morning of his life.

1:48 Watson: Unless the morning didn't last. Holmes: Exactly. Somewhere before dark the luck turned, and now he needs it defended.

1:56 Watson: Then give me back my battery. The clinic will want to find me. Holmes: Top drawer. We're coming, Navarro. Where?

2:05 Navarro: Harlan Park. His lot's off Marlow, by the subway. Hurry.

2:09 Holmes: Your coat, and the umbrella. The first owners have waited a century; they can wait till morning. Watson: From the case log: we left the first owners of the house stranded at the eyebrows, and drove south through the rain toward Harlan Park.

2:25 The Junkman's Lot, Six Papers Folded to One Page

2:29 Watson: The junkman's lot was a chain-link square off Marlow Avenue, bedsprings stacked to the wire, and he was waiting at the gate. Otis: You'd be Mr. Holmes. Lieutenant said thin and rude. I'm Dale.

2:44 Holmes: She's kind. You've bought every paper on the block, Dale. Six, all folded to the same page.

2:51 Otis: My name's in every one. "Junkman Finds Treasure." Watson: And no cart in the yard. A man in your trade is never far from his.

3:01 Otis: Police towed it this afternoon. Evidence, they said. Twenty-six years I— twenty-six years I pushed that cart.

3:11 Holmes: And your neighbors read the papers too. Otis: Fella at the liquor store calls me a fence. Says somebody told me where to dig.

3:20 Watson: What about the reward? Otis: Thirty-five thousand dollars and two seats on Laurel night. This morning the Guild shook my hand. Tonight the police want my fingerprints. Like I'm some—

3:32 Holmes: And you think the money goes away. Otis: I think... nobody ever meant to put a junkman in a tuxedo, that's all... Holmes: Did you find it honestly?

3:44 Otis: You drove all the way out here to— Holmes: To hear the answer. You didn't look away, and you didn't recite. A man who'd planned the find would have rehearsed it. You're only angry.

3:55 Otis: Forty years in trash. One good find, and I'm a thief...

4:03 A Green Dumpster Behind the Supermarket

4:07 Watson: Four blocks east, behind the supermarket, the alley was all grease and pallets, and Navarro stood at a green dumpster nursing a cold coffee. Navarro: Holmes. Doctor. Know where I was Saturday? Liquor-store double homicide, Alder and Fortieth.

4:25 Holmes: And tonight you're guarding a bin. Navarro: For the Guild. The Chief got a call from somebody with a star on Hollywood Boulevard.

4:34 Watson: How many went missing, exactly? Navarro: Fifty-five Laurels. Gold plate, eight and a half pounds apiece. They came off a truck from Chicago at the Overland Freight terminal down in Dunmore, and walked.

4:45 Watson: Fifty-five at eight and a half pounds is close to five hundred pounds. Nobody carried that in his arms. Navarro: Fifty-two turned up in here. Three are still out there somewhere.

4:58 Holmes: Hm. Then our thief drove ten miles north with a fortune and threw most of it away. Nobody gets bored of gold. Something scared him off it.

5:09 Navarro: My detectives, maybe. We've been on the Dunmore night crew all week. Holmes: So he panicked, and a junkman—

5:16 Navarro: Nobody gets that lucky, Holmes. Not in a Harlan Park dumpster. Not ever.

5:22 A Quarter to Five, a Borrowed Shopping Cart

5:26 Watson: Navarro wanted it shown rather than told, so at a quarter to five the next morning we followed Dale and a borrowed shopping cart through the dark. Navarro: You always come this way, Dale? Otis: Laundromat first, then the noodle house, then here. Every morning since ninety-four.

5:44 Holmes: The laundromat is nearest your lot, yet you leave this bin for last. That isn't habit. That's a deadline.

5:51 Otis: Yes sir. This one's got a clock on it. Navarro: Explain the clock. Why here, why five?

5:58 Otis: Crusher truck comes every morning about half past five, Lieutenant. Lifts the bin and mashes whatever's inside flat as a flapjack. Navarro: Charming.

6:11 Watson: So there's only a half hour when anything in it's worth a nickel. Otis: Half hour, Doctor. I beat that truck or I go hungry.

6:20 Navarro: And the other pickers? Otis: Sleeping. The young ones won't get up for cans.

6:27 Navarro: Huh. Holmes: Lieutenant, how many dawns have you stood in this alley? Navarro: Counting this one? One.

6:34 Holmes: Dale has stood here some three thousand. And you call it luck. Navarro: Okay. Point taken.

6:42 Otis: Ain't luck, Lieutenant. I just get up early.

6:47 A Plywood Shed, Dale on a Crate, Holmes Pacing

6:51 Watson: Behind the lot stood a plywood rag shed that smelled of motor oil and wet cotton. Dale sat on a crate while Holmes paced. Holmes: Sunday morning, Dale. Before the gold, what did you see?

7:04 Otis: Cloth. The bin was heaped with old work shirts, gray, oil on the cuffs. Watson: Rags. Body shops buy them by the pound.

7:15 Otis: Forty cents, Doctor. So I bagged them first, before I saw anything shine. Holmes: How many?

7:22 Otis: Fourteen, fifteen. Big ones. Triple-X tall, every one. More cloth to the shirt, more money to the bag.

7:33 Watson: That many? Holmes: So they were clean enough to sell, which means they lay on top, clear of the garbage. They went in after the gold. Somebody spread them over it on purpose.

7:44 Otis: Laid flat, like a blanket on a bed. Watson: Where's the bag now? Otis: Police took it with the gold. Didn't even give me a receipt...

7:56 Holmes: And under the shirts? Otis: Pulled the last shirt off, and— and a gold man looked up at me.

8:04 Orange Lights and Open Trailers on a Night Dock

8:08 Watson: The Overland Freight terminal in Dunmore worked through the dark under orange lights. Navarro led us up the dock, between open Chicago trailers, to the night crew.

8:25 Navarro: Pam. This is Holmes, and Doctor Watson. Pam: Lieutenant, if they've brought another lie box, my crew— they'll walk. Three called in sick tonight.

8:37 Navarro: Noted. Holmes: That scanner I hear. Does it beep for every crate that comes off a trailer?

8:43 Pam: Every crate. It reads the label and logs it into Dunmore. Holmes: So the Laurels were counted onto this dock and never counted off it. Whoever took them took them here, after the scan.

8:55 Navarro: Which is why your crew's on the polygraph, Pam. It's voluntary. Pam: Voluntary. Tell that to a man with a mortgage. These are good people. Nobody on my dock would—

9:06 Rudy: Would, could, did. Machine'll decide. Rudy Garrity, Doctor. Mine's Thursday.

9:13 Watson: You've worked here a while... by the sound of it. Rudy: Eighteen years throwing freight, and a trash-picker gets thirty-five grand for lifting a lid. Navarro: He's the only one who's found anything, Rudy. So maybe you—

9:26 Rudy: Then hire him. Give him your badge, Lieutenant. Pam: Rudy. Enough.

9:32 Pam: That's a mis-load on door nine. Excuse me. Watson: Who keeps an eye on the crates... when you're all down at the far doors?

9:39 Rudy: Want to know who watches this dock? Ask the boss.

9:43 The Supervisor's Glass Office, a View of Every Door

9:47 Watson: Navarro shut us into the supervisor's glass office at the head of the dock, where Pam kept a desk, a thermos, and a view of every door. Holmes: The crew leaves this dock once a shift, Pam. When?

10:00 Pam: Dinner. Ten o'clock to half past. The horn blows, and everybody goes to the break room by the yard.

10:07 Watson: Everybody but you. Pam: I eat at my desk. I— look, somebody's got to watch the freight.

10:14 Holmes: Your thermos is half full, and it's past midnight. You didn't drink it at dinner. Pam: That's my second, Mr. Holmes. The first one's gone by nine.

10:24 Holmes: Then I stand corrected. Navarro: Payroll says you've asked for every overtime shift since Christmas, Pam. Pam: So I work. So I work hard.

10:34 Navarro: Your mother's hospital bills. Eleven thousand dollars, in collections. Pam: How do you— That's my mother. You went through my mother's business?

10:46 Navarro: Credit check on every employee. It's my job. Pam: Your job. She's sick, Lieutenant. She's sick, and I work nights to keep her in her own bed, and you stand in my office and—

10:59 Holmes: At dinner, Pam. Were you alone on the dock the whole half hour? Pam: Alone. At that desk, every night, same as always. I never left that dock.

11:10 Navarro: Then how did fifty-five Laurels get past you?

11:14 A Basement Evidence Cage Under Fluorescent Tubes

11:18 Watson: Central Station kept its evidence in a basement cage downtown, and a clerk had left Navarro, Holmes and me alone with one brown paper sack. Navarro: Property log, item fourteen. I read it once, Holmes, so—

11:31 Holmes: I always listen, Lieutenant. I just don't always agree. Navarro: "Fifteen work shirts, gray, Overland emblem on the sleeve. Oil on the cuffs. Name patches removed."

11:42 Watson: Removed how? Torn off in a hurry? Navarro: Cut. Neat little squares, loose threads hanging.

11:49 Holmes: Ah. Then he took scissors to them, and took his time. He didn't mind the shirts saying Overland. He minded them saying who.

12:00 Navarro: Which tells me it's somebody off that dock. Which I knew. Watson: Have the papers... got any of this?

12:06 Navarro: The papers got "Junkman Finds Treasure." The shirts I keep to myself. Not the papers, not the dock. Every case, I hold one thing back.

12:17 Holmes: So the night crew believes the gold was simply lying in the bin, shining. Navarro: That's the story. And Doctor, that notebook of yours stays in your pocket.

12:27 Watson: It's a case log, Lieutenant. It doesn't talk. Navarro: Nobody else hears about those shirts.

12:35 A Bench of Two Pallets and a Plank in the Yard

12:39 Watson: Out past the parked trailers, on a bench of two pallets and a plank, Rudy Garrity sat smoking alone when Holmes and I walked out to him. Rudy: Doc. Mister Holmes. Lieutenant let you off the leash?

12:53 Holmes: She's busy with the polygraph schedule. May I sit? Rudy: Free country. Bench ain't. It's Overland's, same as everything else.

13:02 Watson: That cough is a pack and a half a day, Rudy. I'd know it anywhere. Rudy: Two packs, Doc. That machine Thursday's going to love my heartbeat.

13:12 Holmes: You sit facing the dock, not the yard. And from here, her window is the only light up there. Rudy: Nothing else to look at. Watch a window long enough, you learn somebody's habits. Dinner horn blows, we all troop to the break room. She stays up there. Alone. Half hour, nobody watching her but God.

13:34 Holmes: You've given that some thought. Rudy: Eighteen years, I've given everything here some thought. Meanwhile some genius— some genius dumps the gold in a bin, throws old work shirts over it, bothers to cut the name patches off, and a trash-picker walks off with thirty-five grand.

13:52 Holmes: You don't think the junkman earned it. Rudy: I've lifted a million lids. Nobody ever handed me a tuxedo.

14:00 Watson: That's a lot of bitterness for a man who never stood to win. Rudy: Haul freight eighteen years, Doc. Everybody's bitter.

14:10 Rudy: Pam's alone up there every dinner. Ask her why.

14:14 Back in the Glass Office, the Forklifts Shut Out

14:18 Watson: A curl of dispatch printout hung from Navarro's hand when she brought us back into Pam's office and closed the forklifts out. Navarro: Overland dispatch keeps a call log, Pam. Did you know that?

14:30 Pam: They log everything. They'd log my sneezes if they could. Navarro: The night those Laurels walked, a quarter past ten, dispatch called this office about a Chicago trailer. Rang and rang, nobody answered.

14:44 Pam: So I was— I was down on the floor. Checking a door, probably. Navarro: Dispatch tried twice more before half past.

14:52 Holmes: Three calls in one dinner, to the one desk on this dock that's never empty. A supervisor who lets dispatch ring out gets written up. You didn't ignore that phone, Pam. You never heard it.

15:04 Pam: I don't... I've got nothing to say. Navarro: You sat in that chair and swore to me, "I never left that dock." You still want that on the—

15:12 Pam: I want my union rep. Watson: Whatever it is, a doctor has heard worse. Tell us.

15:19 Pam: You'd tell her. And she'd tell Overland. Navarro: Holmes. Talk me out of it.

15:25 Holmes: I can't. By her own word she was alone at dinner, the one half hour the crew is away. If she wasn't at her desk, she was with the freight. Pam: I wasn't with any—

15:36 Navarro: Get your coat, Pam. We'll talk downtown. Pam: Lieutenant, wait. Who'll— who'll see to my mother tonight?

15:45 Drawer by Drawer Through the Filing Cabinet

15:49 Watson: The supervisor's chair stood empty once two officers had walked her down the stairs, and Navarro worked through the filing cabinet drawer by drawer. Navarro: If she's got shirts at home, there's paper here. Something tying her to that sack.

16:03 Holmes: Watson, the green folder. The uniform company's sheet. Read me the night crew.

16:09 Watson: Issue sheet, night shift. Mediums, larges, a couple of double-X. Only Garrity takes a triple-X tall. Navarro: So Garrity's a big boy.

16:19 Watson: Bigger than big. I'm six foot and I take a large. A triple-X tall is a man built like a doorframe.

16:27 Holmes: And at the bottom, Lieutenant: "Old issue retained by employee." Overland never takes its shirts back. They go home with the man who wore them.

16:37 Navarro: And from his house to a garage sale, a rag bin, a church drive. Shirts get around, Holmes. Pam signs these sheets. She knows who wears what.

16:47 Watson: Holmes, you can't just let that— Holmes: Later, Watson. Not tonight.

16:53 Holmes's Car in the Lot With the Engine Off

16:57 Watson: We sat in Holmes's car in the employee lot with the engine off, watching a striped gate arm rise and fall for the late arrivals. She swore to our faces she never stirred from that desk. Holmes: And dispatch rang three times into an empty room.

17:13 Watson: Then she lied. I've had patients swear off the bottle with gin on their breath. Same voice. Fast, and looking at the wall.

17:23 Holmes: She lied about where she was. That doesn't make her the thief. Watch the gate.

17:28 Watson: I'm watching. A beep and a pole. Holmes: Every car on this lot passes that arm. Every card that lifts it gets written down somewhere.

17:38 Watson: The gate log. For that night. Holmes: Wherever she went at dinner, she went on foot, or she went through that gate.

17:46 Watson: If her car sat here all dinner, she's finished.

17:50 A Plywood Gatehouse With a Space Heater

17:54 Watson: The gatehouse was a plywood box with a space heater and a printer, and Pam waited just inside the door in her coat, Navarro at her elbow. Navarro: Your gate log, Holmes. Every swipe, the night the Laurels went.

18:07 Holmes: Watson, find Pam's card and read it out. Watson: Out at one minute past ten. Back in at twenty-nine past. Her car was off the lot all through dinner.

18:19 Pam: Machines make mistakes. Cards get— Holmes: Twenty-eight minutes. Too long for cigarettes, too short for a restaurant. Somewhere near, and straight back. Home?

18:28 Pam: Six minutes each way. I time it. Holmes: "Rang and rang, nobody answered," your dispatcher wrote, because you were six minutes up the road.

18:38 Pam: It's my mother. She's diabetic. Her hands shake too bad for the needle now, and she can't get up, she can't—

18:45 Watson: Insulin at ten. And someone has to give it. Pam: Me. Every dinner. I drive home and I give her the shot, and I hold her hand till it takes, and I drive back praying the dock's still standing.

19:00 Navarro: Why didn't you just tell me? Pam: Because you leave the dock, you're fired! That's the rule. Fired, and then who pays the eleven thousand dollars? Who keeps her out of some home that... that...

19:16 Watson: Sit down, Pam. Here. Breathe.

19:20 Pam: I'd rather you thought I was a thief. A thief keeps her job till you prove it. Navarro: Holmes, I had her. I had her in the car...

19:29 Holmes: The crates could only go at dinner. She was gone. Navarro: Yeah...

19:36 The Following Night Back on the Dock

19:39 Watson: At ten the following night the dinner horn emptied the dock, and Pam came down from her office in her coat, car keys already in her fist. Navarro: Where are you headed... Pam?

19:51 Pam: You know where. It's ten o'clock, Lieutenant. She's lying there waiting on me.

19:56 Navarro: Downtown hasn't signed you off. Until it does, you stay where I can— Pam: She can't wait on downtown.

20:03 Watson: Lieutenant, twenty minutes late is nothing. Skip the dose altogether and her sugar climbs all night. I've seen where that ends.

20:11 Pam: Please. Holmes: Your keys were out before the horn finished, Pam. You're not bolting. You've done this every night for years.

20:20 Pam: Two years. Since the needle got too hard for her hands. Holmes: Look down the dock, Lieutenant. The crew's in the break room. The freight's alone, and the employee lot's a short push away. A pallet jack, a pickup bed: half an hour is plenty. This is when the crates went, the only time they—

20:36 Navarro: I know when they went. Holmes: Then you've read the gate log. It put her car off the lot all through dinner. Keep her here and you're guarding the one person who couldn't have done it.

20:47 Navarro: Huh. And if Overland asks me why their supervisor walked off her dock? Pam: Then I'm fired. I'm fired, and that's on me. Just let me go first.

20:59 Navarro: Overland can ask somebody else. Go on. Six minutes, you said.

21:04 Pam: Six. Thank you. Thank you, Lieutenant.

21:16 Watson: And now nobody's watching the freight at all. Holmes: Exactly as it was that night, Watson. Empty, and free for anyone.

21:25 Watson: Ah.

21:27 The Locker Room, Dented Steel Doors

21:30 Watson: Behind the dock, the crew's locker room was a row of dented steel doors with names on masking tape, and while the break ran it was ours. Navarro: The crew's back in twenty minutes, Holmes. Say it fast.

21:43 Holmes: At Central Station you read me fifteen shirts from your property log. Emblem, oil, missing patches. You never read me a size.

21:51 Navarro: Because the log doesn't take sizes. Nobody writes down the collar tag on a rag. Holmes: Nobody but a man who sells rags by the pound. Dale bagged them himself before he saw the gold. "Triple-X tall, every one," he told us.

22:06 Navarro: He told you? He never told me. Watson: Then read the collars in your own bag, Lieutenant. The tags will still be sewn in.

22:14 Holmes: And set them beside Pam's issue sheet. Only Garrity takes a triple-X tall, on the whole night crew. Navarro: I heard the doctor read it. I said it then. Shirts get around.

22:26 Holmes: One shirt gets around. A garage sale, a church drive, a rag bin. Fifteen don't, not all one rare size, not all in one heap.

22:35 Watson: That's no stray shirt. That's a closet. Old issue goes home with the man, the sheet said, and he's had eighteen years of it.

22:44 Navarro: Or he gave a sack to his brother-in-law. Or somebody cleaned out his garage. I've watched defense attorneys work, Holmes. They'd do that in their—

22:51 Holmes: Then photograph those tags before anyone else touches them. Navarro: Lawyers laugh at old shirts. I need it from his mouth.

22:59 The Smokers' Plank, One Lit Window Up on the Dock

23:03 Watson: Holmes took the smokers' plank among the trailers, facing the one lit window up on the dock, while I held my notebook open under a yard lamp. You've sat in his seat five minutes, Holmes, staring at her window. Holmes: He said a man who watches a window learns habits. Read me your notes, Watson. In order.

23:23 Watson: Navarro forbade me the shirts. So I only wrote down what people said. Holmes: Then read me what people said.

23:31 Watson: Central Station. Navarro holds back one thing every case. This time it's the shirts: kept from the newspapers, and from every soul on this dock. Then this bench. Garrity: some genius threw work shirts over the gold, and snipped the names away. Then something about tuxedos—

23:49 Holmes: Stop. Watson: What? What is it?

23:52 Holmes: Read me the first again. Who was it kept from? Watson: The papers. The dock. Good Lord, Holmes. He said it right here, and I took it down like a weather report.

24:04 Holmes: And I sat beside him and never heard it. I was too busy watching him watch her. He didn't guess at cloth, Watson. He knew they were work shirts, and he knew the names were gone.

24:16 Watson: Nobody guesses a detail like that. Holmes: If nobody on the dock was told, who told Rudy Garrity?

24:25 Door Four and a Long Walk Down the Dock

24:29 Watson: When the break was over, Garrity stood stacking Chicago freight at door four, and Navarro walked the length of the dock to him with Holmes and me a step behind. Rudy: Lieutenant. Doc. Mister Holmes. Thursday come early?

24:43 Holmes: No machine tonight, Rudy. Just something you said on the bench. Rudy: I say a lot on that bench. Mostly cough.

24:51 Holmes: You told us the gold went under old work shirts, and that somebody went and cut the name patches off. Rudy: So? Dumb thing to do. I said so.

25:01 Holmes: Not dumb, Rudy. Careful. What interests me is how you knew it was done at all.

25:08 Navarro: That's my detail, Garrity. I kept it in a padlocked cage downtown, and I told nobody, not the papers, not the dock. Rudy: Then your guys blabbed. They— they were crawling all over this place all week.

25:21 Navarro: My guys asked about crates. Not a single one of them knows about the shirt. Rudy: Pam, then. Ask the boss. Who do you think tells this crew—

25:29 Navarro: I questioned Pam myself. Shirts never came up. She doesn't know.

25:34 Holmes: And the shirts have a second thing to say. Fifteen of them, all your size, and the issue sheet gives that size to nobody else on this crew. Watson: I'm six foot, Rudy, and I'd be lost in one.

25:45 Rudy: Lot of big men in Dunmore. You know what eighteen years on this dock gets you? A bad back. A cough. And some trash-picker lifts a lid and gets a tuxedo.

25:56 Holmes: Every time, you come back to the junkman. Rudy: Because I owe the bookies more than I'll make in ten years, and for once in my life something was going to be mine, and he— he... I want a lawyer.

26:11 Navarro: You'll get one. Where are the other three, Garrity?

26:15 The Last Entry in the Case Log, Modem Unplugged

26:19 Watson: Last entry in the case log, two nights on: our rooms on the Echo Park hill were quiet, the modem unplugged for good, and Holmes had taken the notebook from my hands to finish it himself. Before you close it, Holmes, one thing. Ten miles north, past a thousand bins. Why that one?

26:39 Holmes: Remember the alley before dawn. "Crusher truck comes every morning," Dale told us. Nobody hides gold for later in a bin that's flattened at half past five.

26:49 Watson: Then he wasn't throwing the gold away at all. He meant it— Holmes: Destroyed. Flattened by half past five. No Laurels, no evidence, a case that never closes.

26:59 Watson: Then why bother with the shirts, if the truck was coming anyway? Unless... Holmes: In case someone lifted the lid first. On the bench he told us about the missing patches. He cut the names off with scissors, and never once thought about the size on the collar.

27:15 Watson: And Navarro called Dale lucky. Holmes: Dale beat that truck by half an hour, as he has some three thousand mornings. Garrity wasn't beaten by luck, Watson. He was beaten by habit.

27:27 Watson: The missing three? Holmes: One more turned up since. The last two aren't at his house, and he isn't saying. He's charged. Dale is being fitted for a tuxedo, and the Guild has his name on two seats.

27:40 Watson: Good for him. And Pam? Holmes: Navarro's report never mentions a dinner break. Overland can't fire anyone over a paragraph that isn't there.

27:51 Watson: Ah. Tidy. Then it's your entry. Write it.

27:57 Holmes: Fifty-three home, two still out there. Junkman paid. Thief undone by his laundry.