The Case of the Unwilling Traitor

0:00 Rain on the Sash, Cricket Scores and a Garden Wedding

0:04 Watson: "It will rain, Watson," Holmes said from the far side of the room, "and you will stand in it." That was a Saturday evening in September, nineteen fifty-two. Rain ticked on the sash, and the wireless murmured cricket scores. For a fortnight we had done nothing grander than sort his commonplace books. Tonight I sat at the desk with Mrs Hudson's supper tray at my elbow. I was accepting an old army friend's invitation to a garden wedding in Surrey.

0:32 Holmes: An English garden in September. You'd do better to marry them in a tent. Watson: Major Wendle has booked the vicar, the lawn, and the sun.

0:41 Holmes: The sun keeps no bookings. I'll lay you a guinea it rains on the day. Watson: A guinea? You still owe me the last one.

0:49 Holmes: That was a wager on a horse, Doctor. This is meteorology. Watson: Done. A guinea says the bride stays dry.

0:58 Holmes: Seal your letter before the pillar box floods. Watson: Good Lord. Someone's just hauled a trunk up our stair.

1:05 Holmes: Two porters, both winded, and nobody knocking. They were paid to hurry. Mrs Hudson: Doctor Watson! A lady on my landing, and a trunk on my clean lino.

1:16 Holmes: Show her in. The trunk may stay where it fell. Greta: My name is— I'm Greta Kessler. Straight from the airport, Mr Holmes, and straight back with you.

1:26 Holmes: Sit, madam, while you still can. Mrs Hudson: I'm not lifting that trunk, mind, and if anyone thinks— Watson: Nobody will ask you to, Mrs Hudson. Thank you.

1:36 Greta: Every newspaper in Europe can tell you where my husband is tonight. Watson: Yet you've flown to London, Mrs Kessler. Greta: I need you in Berlin by morning to tell me how he got there.

1:48 Holmes: Then it's a matter for governments, madam. The four powers in Berlin don't open their files to a man from Baker Street, or to any— Greta: I know it.

1:57 Watson: Listen to what she's— Holmes: Berlin, by morning. I heard her.

2:00 Watson: Not where he is. The whole world knows that. How he got there.

2:05 Holmes: A nice distinction. Hardly a case. Watson: It's the one missing man in Europe who isn't missing. When did you last refuse a paradox?

2:15 Holmes: Not in living memory. Greta: You'll come? Holmes: The night flight, Mrs Kessler, if your porters have breath left.

2:22 Watson: I'll post my regrets to Surrey from the airport. Keep your guinea. Holmes: Gladly. Your hat.

2:33 A Grey Dawn and a Heavy Man Behind a Heavier Desk

2:38 Watson: Tempelhof gave us a grey dawn. By eight we sat with Frau Kessler in a West Berlin police office, facing a heavy man behind a heavier desk. Zimmermann: Zimmermann, criminal police. London sends me Sherlock Holmes, and Bonn sends me telegrams.

2:57 Holmes: Frau Kessler fetched me herself, Inspector Zimmermann. London knows nothing of it. Zimmermann: Hm. Then here are the facts, and they're public. Wednesday the seventeenth: the memorial for the men who tried to kill Hitler.

3:11 Zimmermann: Herr Kessler laid his wreath and told the newspapers that Hitler's men were back at their desks in Bonn. Watson: Good heavens. Zimmermann: That evening he called on a friend, a doctor, and he never came back to his hotel. Two days later East Berlin radio told us where he'd gone, and—

3:28 Greta: Where they took him. Zimmermann: A defector, they say. Bonn says traitor, and so does every paper in the Federal Republic.

3:36 Holmes: Your file is thin, Inspector, and the top sheet is dog-eared. You've stopped adding to it and started rereading it. Zimmermann: Na, not rereading, Mr Holmes. I am waiting for Bonn to take it off my desk. The man closed it himself.

3:51 Greta: My husband spent four years catching their spies. You think he ran to— Zimmermann: I think a man who is angry enough will go anywhere.

3:59 Watson: Angry? Lots of men are angry, Inspector. They shout. They don't go and live with the enemy.

4:06 Greta: Someone took him. You must keep looking, you must— Zimmermann: Frau Kessler, I heard his voice myself.

4:12 Files Nailed Into Crates, Every Paper by Monday

4:16 Watson: The missing man's office stood two floors above a tram stop. At noon we found his secretary inside, nailing its files into crates. Holmes: Fräulein Pauline? Sherlock Holmes. Frau Kessler sends us.

4:30 Pauline: Then she sends you to a removal, Mr Holmes. Bonn wants every paper by Monday. Watson: Bonn doesn't waste much time.

4:38 Pauline: Bonn has made up its mind about him. So the papers go. That's all.

4:43 Holmes: East Berlin repeats his broadcast at noon. Would you find it for us? Pauline: Here? In his own room?

4:50 Holmes: Where better to measure it? You found their wavelength without hunting for it, Fräulein. Pauline: Every Berliner can find it, Mr Holmes. You can't get away from it.

5:01 Kessler: Eight years ago brave men died to free Germany from Hitler's servants. Today those same servants sit again in the ministries in Bonn, and the Americans pay their salaries. I hunted spies for that government. I won't hunt for it again.

5:18 Watson: That's no man in a cellar, Holmes. He sounds settled. Almost at peace.

5:24 Holmes: Doesn't he. Pauline: It's his voice. I'd know it through a wall.

5:30 Pauline: They take his name off the door tomorrow...

5:34 Hotel Blinds Drawn Against the Afternoon Glare

5:33 Watson: So soon?

5:38 Watson: Our client had drawn her hotel blinds against the afternoon glare. She pressed an envelope on me and asked me to read it, because she could not. Greta: It came to our house in Cologne the morning I flew to you. Aloud, Doctor, please.

5:54 Watson: "Greta. Forgive me. I can no longer serve a Germany that gives Hitler's men their old offices." "I go where I can still be of use. Do not look for me. Your husband."

6:06 Holmes: Posted in West Berlin, and typed throughout, even "your husband" at the foot, where a man signs in ink. Greta: He never typed a line in his life, Mr Holmes. Pauline typed his every word. Reports, letters, even his Christmas cards. He talked; she typed.

6:25 Watson: Then perhaps he talked this one to her. She'd be the natural person to— Greta: To his secretary? "Fräulein, a letter to my wife, I am leaving her, two carbons"?

6:35 Watson: Ah. Put like that... Holmes: Watson's question stands, madam. But whoever struck these keys, it wasn't your husband.

6:44 Greta: When he was away, he wrote to me every week, in pencil, on any scrap he could find... On the backs of tram tickets, Mr Holmes. Never once a machine. If he was leaving me— he'd have written it in his own hand.

7:01 Dusk in a Room of Leather and Walnut

7:05 Watson: Dr Falk received us at dusk in a consulting room of leather and walnut, high above the traffic. He took Frau Kessler's hands before he offered us his. Falk: Greta, my dear. You should be resting, not climbing my stairs with detectives.

7:21 Holmes: Sherlock Holmes, Dr Falk, and Dr Watson. You were his host on the seventeenth. Falk: His host, and his oldest friend in Berlin. Ask what you like.

7:32 Holmes: He came to you straight from the memorial. Still angry. Falk: Furious. Bonn, the ministries, the old faces in new suits. He made the speech again in that chair.

7:45 Greta: Did he— did he speak of me? Falk: Of you. Of the garden in Cologne. With great love, and that's what I can't understand...

7:56 Holmes: And he left when? Falk: At ten, alone, sober and cheerful. I swore it to the inspector, and I swear it to you.

8:05 Watson: Sober? After a day like that? Falk: As sober as you're now, Doctor.

8:11 Holmes: Furious at your door, cheerful on your stair. Something was settled in this room. Falk: Settled, decided, call it what you like, Mr Holmes. He'd decided. You could see it on him.

8:24 Holmes: Did he write anything while he sat here? A note, a— Falk: Nothing. He never touched pen or paper in this room. He talked, and then he stood up.

8:34 Greta: Then why would he leave me? Falk: He went down my stairs whistling, Greta. His mind was made up.

8:42 A Taxi Crawling Back Beneath the Neon

8:45 Watson: The taxi crawled back down the Kurfürstendamm beneath its neon. Between us in the back, our client held her handbag shut on her knee.

9:00 Holmes: You've kept that bag shut all day, madam, through every question put to you. The letter came out of it once, in your own room, for Watson's eyes. Never since.

9:12 Greta: No. Holmes: Then whom have you told? The inspector? The newspapers? His—

9:16 Greta: Not the police, not the newspapers, not Bonn, not Pauline. Not one friend. Whoever reads it hears a traitor's confession. No one else knows this letter exists, Mr Holmes, and no one will.

9:31 Watson: And every front page in Germany would print it as one by breakfast. Greta: Exactly. Holmes: Then it stays so, madam. Watson, your notebook: the letter is hers and ours, and nobody else's.

9:44 Watson: Written down. Greta: Good night, gentlemen. Thank you for keeping it.

9:50 Watson: Holmes, did Kessler cross East of his own free will?

9:54 His Name Gone From the Door and a List in Her Hand

9:58 Watson: His name was gone from the door when we brought Frau Kessler back next morning. Fräulein Pauline stood among the crates, a list in her hand.

10:11 Pauline: His things are in the small box, Frau Kessler. Nothing of Bonn's. Greta: His pencils. His reading glasses... Thank you.

10:20 Holmes: Three rings, a pause, and again. You know that signal, Fräulein, and you won't answer it. Pauline: Bonn, asking if I'm finished. I'm not.

10:30 Holmes: The seventeenth, then. His evening belonged to Dr Falk. And yours?

10:35 Pauline: At home. I was— I live alone, Mr Holmes. I had nowhere to go.

10:40 Greta: You weren't at home. Pauline: Frau Kessler, I— Greta: My husband rang me every night he was away. That night he— he didn't, and the hotel said he was out. So I rang you, because you always knew where he was. Twice that night, nobody answered.

10:57 Watson: Those were trunk calls from Cologne, Fräulein. The operator lets them ring a long while. Pauline: Then the bell— it didn't wake me. I was tired. Very tired.

11:09 Holmes: You hear Bonn's ring through a crate lid, but not your own bell beside your— Pauline: I was at home, Frau Kessler. I must have slept.

11:17 Kept Standing While the Inspector Finds His Page

11:21 Watson: Inspector Zimmermann sent for us after lunch, and kept us standing while he found his spectacles and his page. Zimmermann: Our monitors took it all down off the air. Every Berliner has heard the part about Bonn. Here's the rest. "In the Democratic Republic nobody asks me to shake hands with a Gestapo man. Here I serve Germany with clean hands."

11:44 Zimmermann: Three pages of it. He tells the whole world "I am in the East" in his own voice, Mr Holmes. Watson: Well. There it is.

11:54 Holmes: Your monitors mark each cough in the margin, and these margins are clean. Three pages, and not one stumble. Watson: That proves nothing. I've heard a man read the lesson at his own son's funeral without a stammer.

12:08 Zimmermann: Na, Doctor, a funeral isn't a speech against your own government. Holmes: No pistol at his ear, then, or none that hurried him. The voice was his, and so was the pace. And the telegram under your ashtray says Bonn takes the file. You've stopped waiting, Inspector, and so must—

12:26 Watson: You're conceding? On three pages? Holmes: On a voice we both heard, and a friend who watched him go.

12:33 Zimmermann: Good. A sensible man, from London. Holmes: Then I must tell his wife he chose it.

12:40 Rain by Evening and a Second Climb Up the Stair

12:44 Watson: Rain had set in by evening when we climbed Dr Falk's stair once more. Frau Kessler sat at the corner of his desk, red-eyed, watching him type. Falk: A moment, gentlemen. Her sleeping draught. No chemist can read my hand, so I type my labels.

13:02 Holmes: The cream Aldermann at your door is beaded with rain and cold to the touch. You fetched Frau Kessler yourself, Doctor, an hour ago or more. Falk: From her hotel. She shouldn't ride alone in taxis at night.

13:15 Greta: He's been kinder to me than Bonn, Mr Holmes. He's sat with me and listened. Watson: Parked on the tram stop, too, with the doctor's card in the windscreen.

13:25 Falk: Arzt. The one word a Berlin policeman respects. Holmes: Madam, I've come from Inspector Zimmermann. I've read the whole broadcast.

13:34 Greta: And? Holmes: I believe your husband went East freely. I'm sorry.

13:40 Greta: You believe. Two days in Berlin, and you believe what Bonn— Holmes: I believe his voice, madam, and the one man who saw him leave.

13:49 Greta: I paid your fare to doubt it. Falk: Greta. He loved you. He did. But he loved his country more, and that's... that's all it was.

14:01 Falk: So don't sit up all night with a typed goodbye. Ten drops, and sleep. Holmes: Watson, your notebook. The doctor's dosage, and every word of his advice.

14:11 Greta: Put it away, Doctor Watson. Mr Holmes, you've said what you came to say. Go home to London.

14:18 Watson: We've lost our client, Holmes. Holmes: So it seems.

14:24 Near Midnight Past Waiters Stacking Chairs

14:28 Watson: Near midnight Holmes and I walked the length of the Kurfürstendamm, past waiters stacking chairs on wet café terraces. You told that woman her husband chose it. Do you believe it?

14:40 Holmes: I believed what I had this afternoon. Tonight I have more. Let's lay it out. The doctor's version: his friend went down those stairs at ten, whistling, clear in the head, by himself. The secretary's: home all evening. Yet a trunk call rings till the exchange gives up, and nobody sleeps through two.

15:01 Watson: She's lying. I've watched ward orderlies lie like that. Never for themselves. For somebody.

15:08 Holmes: For whom? Watson: I don't know. It nags at me. And— look, why have me take down Falk's every word?

15:16 Holmes: For later. A remark, like a claret, should lie a night in the cellar before it's opened. Watson: Then which of them is telling the truth?

15:25 Holmes: Perhaps both. A man may leave a room cheerful, and a woman may lie for reasons of her own. Watson: So, no verdict.

15:34 Holmes: Tomorrow, Watson, we see where Fräulein Pauline goes.

15:39 A Knock at Holmes's Door Before Breakfast Was Cleared

15:43 Watson: Frau Kessler knocked at Holmes's door before breakfast was cleared, and for a moment could not meet our eyes. Greta: I sent you away, Mr Holmes. I was— I was wrong. I'm ashamed of it.

15:55 Holmes: You sent me away for repeating the evidence. Has it changed? Greta: I couldn't sleep. I sat on the bed with the doctor's bottle and the letter.

16:05 Holmes: You measured the drops and never drank them. The bottle's down a dose, and you haven't slept. Greta: No. I couldn't. I watched him type that label. Read them both, please.

16:18 Holmes: "Frau Kessler. Ten drops in water, at bedtime. Falk." And the letter: "Greta. Forgive me."

16:27 Greta: Every e sits low. The label, the letter, every one a hair below the line. Watson: Good heavens.

16:35 Holmes: A worn type bar. A typewriter's faults are as personal as a limp. Watson: Then it's plain. He never typed a line himself, so he sat in Falk's chair and talked, and Falk typed it.

16:47 Greta: Dr Falk swore he wrote nothing in that room. You heard him. Watson: In this city a man who helps a defector say goodbye can be tried for it. He's saving his skin.

16:59 Greta: And you call that a friend? Holmes: It's one explanation, and Watson's very fond of it. I'll keep hold of the label, if you'll allow me.

17:07 Greta: What do I do? Holmes: Say nothing to Dr Falk, madam. Not yet.

17:13 Dusk and the Walkers Coming Home From the East

17:17 Watson: At dusk we stood at the western end of the Marienau Bridge and watched the walkers coming home from the East. Holmes: Good evening, Fräulein Pauline. Your bag is empty and smells of coffee. You carry it full one way only.

17:31 Pauline: Half Berlin carries coffee, Mr Holmes. Now let me— Holmes: Frau Kessler rang your flat on the seventeenth. Twice that night, nobody answered because you were where you've been today.

17:41 Pauline: We're forbidden— his staff, I mean, are forbidden the Soviet sector. If Bonn knew, I'd lose my post. Watson: Then who's over there, worth your post?

17:51 Pauline: My mother. Her heart. Every week I bring her coffee and her pills; over there you can't buy them. That night as always. I was walking home across here at quarter past ten, by the clock on the control hut.

18:07 Holmes: And something passed you, going the other way. Pauline: A big pale car, with the doctor's card in the windscreen. Arzt. It slowed at their barrier, under the lamp. And I saw Herr Kessler in the back, slumped senseless, heading east.

18:24 Watson: Asleep, perhaps? Or the worse for drink? Pauline: His head was on the glass. His mouth open, like— like a dead man's. The driver I never saw. I told myself he was drunk. Then the wireless said he chose it, and I— I said nothing. I nailed his papers into crates and said nothing...

18:46 Watson: You were frightened, Fräulein. That's no crime. Holmes: Tomorrow you'll tell Inspector Zimmermann every word of it.

18:54 Pauline: Yes. Yes, I will. Holmes: Nobody defects senseless, Watson.

19:01 Nine the Following Morning at the Inspector's Desk

19:05 Watson: Fräulein Pauline signed her statement at nine the following morning, across the inspector's desk, with Holmes and me at her shoulder. Zimmermann: Signed. Every week into the Soviet sector, Fräulein, against orders, and only now you tell me.

19:20 Pauline: Only now, Inspector. Bonn may have my post as well as his name. Zimmermann: Bonn can wait. A spy-catcher slumped senseless, heading east, and two days later he reads three pages without a stumble?

19:35 Holmes: The transcript lies on top of the file, Inspector, not the telegram. You've been rereading after all. Zimmermann: Na. All night. Fräulein, four years you took his letters. Read it for me.

19:49 Pauline: "Clean hands." "Gestapo man." These are their words. He never talked like a newspaper.

19:56 Watson: Yet it's his voice. We all— Pauline: His voice, Doctor, reading. Here, and again on the last page: "I am in the East."

20:04 Zimmermann: So. He tells us where he is. Pauline: Where he is. Never how he came. Not "freely," not "of my own will." Not once in three pages.

20:15 Zimmermann: Hm. Holmes: A defector says that first, Fräulein, and says it twice. Pauline: And he chose every word. Four years he crossed out my "perhaps" and wrote "probably." "Perhaps" was a lie, he said. By one inch.

20:32 Pauline: If he had come freely, he'd have said so. He'd have made them print it. Zimmermann: Bonn says take the file. Bonn didn't sit up all night at this desk. Then it is kidnapping, in my city. Find me that doctor's car.

20:47 A Sleeping Porter and a Hotel Lounge at Two in the Morning

20:51 Watson: At two in the morning the hotel lounge held only a porter asleep at his desk, and Holmes would not let me go up to bed. Holmes: Your notebook, Watson. The taxi, the first night. Read me what I had you write.

21:05 Watson: "Letter known to Frau Kessler, Holmes and self. To no one else." She never once opened that handbag.

21:13 Holmes: Now the doctor's room, in the rain. His advice to her. Watson: Ten drops, and not to brood over the letter. And he called it... typed. I've underlined the word.

21:25 Holmes: Did he, now. Underline it twice. Nobody in that room had said there was a letter, let alone how it was written.

21:33 Watson: Ah. Then she told him herself. In his car, that evening, out of grief.

21:39 Holmes: She hid it from the police and from his own office. She'd hide it from a friend who calls her husband "decided." Watson: You heard him say it, and you've sat on it ever since.

21:51 Holmes: Longer in the cellar than I promised, I grant you. Alone, it was his word against a frightened wife's. This morning she'll be in the room when he answers.

22:01 Watson: And Zimmermann's doctor's car? Falk's Aldermann wears the card. Holmes: So does every physician's in Berlin. A card hangs no one. A word may.

22:12 Watson: Her silence, and his word. They can't both be true. Holmes: Then who told Dr Falk it was typed?

22:21 Morning Sun and Four Callers Unannounced

22:25 Watson: Morning sun lay across Falk's walnut desk when the inspector, Frau Kessler, Holmes and I came up unannounced. Falk: Greta. And— the police. Mr Holmes, I thought you were in London.

22:39 Holmes: One remark kept me, Doctor. The other evening, in this room, you comforted Frau Kessler over a typed goodbye. Falk: Did I? Then I meant it kindly.

22:51 Holmes: You meant the letter posted to Cologne. How did you know it was typed? Falk: Greta told me, of course. In the car, coming here.

22:59 Greta: I told you nothing. Falk: My dear, you were exhausted. You can't remember half of what—

23:05 Greta: I remember every word I didn't say. No one else knows this letter exists but these two men. Not Pauline. Not you.

23:14 Zimmermann: A letter? What letter? To me, Frau Kessler, nobody shows a—

23:18 Greta: I was ashamed of it, Inspector. I'm not now. Falk: Then I— I guessed. Everyone types now.

23:27 Holmes: Everyone but her husband, who never learned, and you knew him twenty years. Guess again, Doctor. Falk: Very well. He dictated it to me, here, in that chair. He couldn't type, so I typed it, and he asked me to post it.

23:43 Greta: "Forgive me. Do not look for me." He said that to you, and you wrote it down?

23:49 Falk: He made me promise silence. Helping a man go East can put a doctor in the dock. Watson: That's my own theory, Holmes, very nearly word for word.

23:59 Holmes: It is, Watson. And he's just broken his oath with it. Zimmermann: You swore to me, Doctor, he touched no pen or paper in this room.

24:08 Falk: Nor did he. He talked, I typed. That's not a lie, Inspector, that's—

24:13 Zimmermann: Then you can say it again at my desk. Your coat, please. Falk: That's my machine. My prescriptions—

24:19 Zimmermann: Your typewriter rides with us, Doctor. It has also a statement to make.

24:24 One Green Lamp Burning in the Inspector's Office

24:28 Watson: One green lamp burned in the inspector's office that night. Falk sat before the desk in his good coat, and Frau Kessler sat apart, by the wall. Zimmermann: My men typed a line on your machine this afternoon, Doctor, and every e sits low, like the letter and like her label.

24:47 Falk: I've told you I typed the letter. For him, at his dictation. Zimmermann: So you've said.

24:53 Holmes: Then hear your two stories side by side. You swore he left you on the seventeenth at ten, alone, sober and cheerful, having written nothing. This morning you told us he sat in your chair dictating his farewell. A man who dictates a letter has written one. Both can't stand.

25:12 Falk: He dictated it. Before ten. Then he left.

25:16 Holmes: At a quarter past ten Fräulein Pauline saw him on the Marienau Bridge, in the back of a big pale car, his head on the glass. The Arzt card, propped against the windscreen. Your cream Aldermann wears that card on the tram stop below your window.

25:31 Falk: Half the doctors in Berlin— Watson: Whistling down the stair at ten, Holmes, and mouth open on the glass by a quarter past. No drink fells a man that fast. Only a heavy draught does that, from a man who measures them out every day.

25:46 Falk: No. That's not... no... Holmes: Then if he dictated anything, Doctor, your draught was already in him, and he never left your room on his own feet. A man who goes East freely writes his own goodbye. He couldn't. So you wrote it for him, and posted it to his wife.

26:08 Greta: You sat with me. You held my hands and said he loved his country more. Falk: Greta, I—

26:15 Greta: Why? Falk: Their secret police promised me sixty-five thousand Deutschmarks. And a chair. A professor's chair, at the Sankt Aldegund, after twenty years of rich men's livers.

26:28 Greta: For that you sold him? Falk: I stirred it into his brandy myself. Twenty minutes, and he slept in my chair. My oldest friend... They swore he'd be well treated. They swore it, Greta, and I believed them, because I wanted to.

26:45 Zimmermann: I charge you with the abduction of Herr Kessler, in my city, for money. Greta: I'll go home to Cologne, Inspector. I'll keep his garden, and I'll wait for him.

26:58 Baker Street Again, Mrs Hudson Gathering the Tea Things

27:02 Watson: From my journal, the last page of the affair: Baker Street again within the week, Holmes at the window and Mrs Hudson gathering the tea things. Holmes, every paper still calls him a traitor. Was he?

27:16 Holmes: Two links, Watson, and you heard both. First, the doctor knew the letter was typed when only three of us knew it existed. It's in your notebook.

27:26 Watson: And a man senseless by a quarter past ten never went whistling down anybody's stair. I've given enough draughts to know. Holmes: Second, the broadcast. Fräulein Pauline read it in the inspector's pages: where he was, never that he came freely.

27:43 Watson: Drugged, frightened, reading their script... Holmes: And still he knew the one lie that mattered. He gave them every word they wrote, and withheld the only one they needed.

27:55 Watson: He refused them. And the whole West took it for a confession. Holmes: He sounded calm because he was choosing his words. He always did.

28:04 Mrs Hudson: A letter came from Surrey, Doctor. Major Wendle. The ink's run where the envelope got wet.

28:11 Holmes: Ah. Watson: It rained on the wedding, Holmes. I suppose I owe you a—

28:16 Holmes: A guinea, yes. Set it against the one I owe you. Horses and meteorology cancel.

28:22 Mrs Hudson: So Dr Falk's charged, and the poor man still over there? Watson: Charged, Mrs Hudson, and his friend still over there. His wife keeps the garden in Cologne, and waits.