Sherlock Holmes

I can and I will.

You'll go to prison for this night's work.

Watson, see what may be done to arrive at the house while I turn this man over to the police.

How is Miss Manderby, Watson?

So am I, as usual.

Then let me analyze this singular affair in its logical progressions.

I early concluded that you, Mr. Shapley, were the master and the other man was the servant.

Right, Mr. Holmes, but I didn't know how you knew it.

Your speech and manner suggested nothing else.

You reversed roles, I imagine, because it was an easier way to rent a house in the English countryside.

And your servant saw his advantage.

When you decided to change identities, he realized that if he disposed of you, he would be able to continue in his false character as the supposed Mr. Shapley.

He could have taken over your large bank balance and retired under yet a third name with the proceeds.

Precisely.

He drugged his master, placed him in the incriminating trap, and then planned to burst in just ahead of us and shoot him.

But, Holmes, the white feather you found on Mr. Shepard's coat... Undoubtedly planted there.

It's obvious that you never climbed that.

You're heavier than Dr. Watson, and it wouldn't support his weight.

Your servant was a small light man.

No, Mr. Shapley.