Sherlock Holmes

me with a perfect alibi.

A Kipman jar emerald?

Oh, come now, Mr. Holmes, you know the treasures in this house as well as I do.

Apart from the emerald, there's a superb cellini that would fetch a fine price in the right market.

We aren't here after any valuables, my good man.

Please don't call me your good man, Dr. Watson.

It's patronizing and untrue.

In any case, sir, whether you were here after the valuables or not makes no difference.

I've caught you both red-handed.

You're completely in my power, gentlemen.

You're going to steal the pleasures, I suppose,

I shall kill you both, secrete what objects appeal to me, and when my master regains consciousness, I shall explain that I found three men burgling the house, that I killed two of them while the third got away with the loot.

Who will be able to doubt my word?

To be regarded as a hero?

I might even have my salary raised.

Watson, I'm afraid this is the end, old chap.

What a sordid way to die.

Shot the back like a coward.

Divas, at least do us the courtesy of allowing us to face the firing squad, will you?

Very well, gentlemen.