Dr. Watson

Remember, old chap, one of them in there is a murderer.

Are you sure he's dead, Dr. Watson?

There's no doubt about it.

His neck was broken instantly by the fall.

And you said the real ghost came up behind him, Mr. Holmes, and struck him so he crashed through the railing up there.

I said another figure dressed in a hat killed him, Mr. Nolan.

Shouldn't we get in touch with the police?

How can I get a message to them tonight?

Have you looked outside?

We're almost completely slowed in.

Hush, darling.

There's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

No, at least we have the assurance that the ghost will not limp again.

Why?

Well, the murderer has no further motive for impersonating the ghost.

To walk now would be to support the dead American's claims, no?

We shall spend a quiet night, and tomorrow I shall communicate with the proper authorities as to my quite definite notions regarding the murderer's identity.

But if the ghost should walk again, Mr. Holmes... Well, then, sir, I shall know that at last I've encountered a truly supernatural crime and shall retire from the practice of detection.

Don't you feel the same way, Holmes?

Holmes?