Sherlock Holmes

The man posing as Mr. Coulter is still there.

We heard him call out as we came in.

Davis, what did you do with Mr. Coulter?

This is a fantastic situation.

Nobody has left this house since the telegram arrived, and nobody has come to it, and yet Mr. Coulter has vanished.

You are unquestionably the most promising detective in France, and some people have been kind enough to grant me a similar status in England, and yet my old friend Watson has just solved the case.

Listen to the breathing of that man in the chair.

He's been drugged.

There sits the real Mr. Quilter.

The persecuted victim who sent a cipher message for help.

The man we spoke to earlier.

Was you, Mr. Davies.

The impersonating coulter.

After you'd received us, you took off your disguise, adopted an Australian accent, and then hid your drugged victim by placing him in his own wheelchair, knowing that would be the last place we'd look for him.

And they would have kept him here until we had gone and then murdered him.

Well, what have you got to say for yourselves?

That's a dirty lie.

You were in this as much as I am.

Oh, this is splendid.

This is splendid.