Sherlock Holmes

It forced you, Mr. Cochran, into a betrayal of your love.

But what was more important, it proved from what Dr. Watson's natural reactions were that a man holding the creased boots could not fail to realize that fact at once.

You brazenly committed murder before our very eyes, Mr. Corcoran, hoping to appear as an innocent victim of another's plot.

Your theory is an ingenious one, Mr. Holmes, but how can you prove it?

I can claim that my hands are unusually insensitive, not the delicate fingers of a doctor like your friend.

Yes, he's right, sir.

How can you prove it?

When, uh, with your kind cooperation, Sergeant...

We find the body of Mr. Hankin and examine it.

I shall study his boots.

If the grease was applied at the hotel, as it would have been if Sean O'Flaherty had done it, the boots will reveal dust from the walk here.

If there is no dust, the grease must have been applied as you grasped your partner's boots with grease-smeared hands, Mr. Cochran.

You should know best what my test will reveal.

Come back here.

Don't.

Please don't.

Goodbye, Molly, my darling.

No!

Great Scottie.

He jumped off the parapet.