Sherlock Holmes

Oh, come, come, come, sir.

Such things can't happen in this 19th century of ours.

But they can, Watson.

And do, unfortunately.

You don't mean it.

I do.

A private school situated in a desolate spot and operated by an unprincipled scoundrel could provide excellent and profitable opportunities for removing unwanted relatives.

What a ghastly thought.

Mr. Holmes...

I know that Eric's dead and nothing can bring him to life again.

But I can try and avenge his death and bring his murderer to justice.

You will help me, won't you?

Yes, Lord Manders, I will.

If these shocking occurrences have been taking place, we may be able at least to prevent further tragedies.

Watson, suppose we join Lord Manders on the West of England Express tonight and tomorrow see what can be done to penetrate the black clouds that surround Ponsonby Hall.

We're walking in the wrong direction, Mr. Holmes.

The school's behind us.

Before going there, I thought we might profitably pay a visit here in the village to Llewellyn Coffin.

Oh, who's he?

The local undertaker.