Sherlock Holmes

Really, if it were not for the microscope, I do not believe we should achieve half the results we managed to.

That was Shoscombe, Old Place.

A Sherlock Holmes story adapted from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle by Michael Hardwick.

With Carlton Hobbs as Holmes, Norman Shelley as Dr. Watson...

Frederick Treves as John Mason, and Godfrey Kenton as Sir Robert Norburton.

Production by Frederick Bradnam for the BBC.

Come in, come in, come in.

Ah, there you are, Mr. Bartell.

Take off your overcoat and come and join me.

Yes, that's right, Mr. Bartell.

A sequel that took place over 20 years afterwards.

In 1909, to be exact.

Sherlock Holmes was living on his Sussex bee farm.

It was only in June, I remember, that I received a telegram from the great man asking me to come and spend a long weekend with him.

None, Mr. Bartell, none at all.

I hadn't seen Holmes for some time, and this fact, combined with my rather indifferent health, found me on the Eastbourne train a few hours after receiving the telegram.

A dog cart was at the station to meet me, and after a brisk drive across the Downs, I found myself once more with my good friend.

He looked somewhat older than when I'd last seen him, but as he spoke to me, I realized from the keenness of his voice and the sparkle in his eye that Sherlock Holmes would never really be old.

After a while, our conversation lapsed into the comfortable silence that he kept on me exists only between friends.

And then, as the sun was setting, Holmes picked up his beloved violin and began to play some haunting melody.