Nigel Bruce

Not at once, Mr. Bartell.

Sherlock Holmes persuaded the remainder of the household to give him the opportunity of examining the scene of the crime carefully before the police were sent for.

And so, a few minutes before one o'clock that October night, Holmes and I stood alone in the room of death.

Sure.

No, it's exactly as you reconstructed it, Holmes.

He was first beaten on the head with that poker lying on the floor.

Then he had the full file of cyanide injected into his left wrist.

No, this room's confoundedly hot.

He might have died any time from one to five hours ago.

Well, isn't it possible the murderer might have killed him shortly after eight and then dressed him in his nightclothes to confuse us?

Yes.

Look at the glass of water on the night table and the prayer book and the watch.

What do you mean, there's the answer, Watson?

At your home?

Holmes, here it is well after midnight.

You haven't done a thing on the Camberwell case.

Inspector Lestat was here tonight, you know, and he made some pretty caustic remarks, I can tell you.

There's another thing.

What will the star say when he finds that you took the dead man's watch?

Oh, why didn't you take it anyway?