Chapter 1: What is the story about Sherlock Holmes and Pigeon Feathers?
Petri Wine brings you Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce in the new adventures of Sherlock Holmes. The Petri family, the family that took time to bring you good wine, invite you to listen to Dr. Watson tell us another exciting story about his good friend, that master detective, Sherlock Holmes. And I'd like to tell you something that maybe you already know.
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Come in, come in, come in.
Good evening, Mr. Bartow. Good evening, Doctor. Well, the puppies seem very happy tonight.
Yeah, tonight, yes, but you should have seen them this afternoon. I doubt there's over two more frightened little dogs in the whole of California.
What happened, Doctor?
Well, I took them for a walk on the beach. As we were scrambling around a rocky point, a seal popped his head up in the water quite close to us.
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Chapter 2: How does Dr. Watson describe the mysterious tenant?
It is less effort to keep an old friend than to make a new enemy. But tell me your problem.
Well, it's really my sister's problem, sir. She keeps a boarding house at 14 Kensington Garden Square in Beeswater. And she's convinced one of her boarders, a man who has a broom on the first floor deck, she's convinced that he's a birdman.
And what in heaven's name is a birdman? Do you know, Gardner?
No, sir. I can't imagine. Oh, it's like a werewolf, gentlemen, except that the man turns into a bird.
Oh, come now, Mrs. Hudson.
Oh, I know it sounds daft, but my sister's in a dreadful state. Of course, I've been with your brother long enough, sir, to know that such things are nonsense. But how can I prove it to her?
Oh.
What reason does your sister give for holding a strange belief?
She keeps finding pigeon feathers in the room. Now, the man doesn't keep pigeons, sir. My sister knows that for a fact.
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Chapter 3: What clues lead to the investigation of the birdman?
There he comes. That's it. Look at the little fella. Snuggled up on my arm. Friendly little fellow, isn't he? Yes, I... Look out, Watson. The gentleman's revolver.
Yes.
When I get it, I'll... A beautiful apricot, Holmes. I'm, uh... I'm afraid he'll be unable to talk to us for some time. How fortunate he told us where the message was hidden before we indulged in this little set-to. What do you mean? Say anything about a message? No, not verbally. But I was watching his reflection in the mirror as he entered the room.
His eyes first glanced at this top drawer on the dresser here to see if we'd touched it. It was obviously the most important spot in the room. Let's see. Ah, here we are. A message already rolled up and in its container. Oh? What does it say, Holmes? It's in code, which is not surprising, but I don't think it will be very difficult to decipher. Yes, and when you've done that?
Then, my dear fellow, I shall compose a code message of my own and persuade this pigeon to lead us to its master.
Thank you.
I can see from your puzzled expression, Watson, that you're wondering why I brought you to Dexter's Music Hall in the metro road. Well, I must confess I've been confused, Holmes. First of all, we go to Baker Street and you spend hours poring over some obscure book. And you write out a message, attach it to a pigeon and let it loose.
Now you bring me here, I hate to question you when you're working, but I should be glad if you'd give me some idea of what's going on. Of course, old chap. At times I must seem confounded and mysterious, I'm sure. Here's the situation. The obscure book I was studying was the table of ciphers. I was trying to decode the message we found in the room on the first floor.
Well, obviously you succeeded or we wouldn't be here. Yes, the key word was Louis Botha. The name of the Boer leader. The message was a report on the number of troops now in training at Aldershot. Then you were right. They mixed up the ring of enemy agents. Obviously, old chap. So I kept the original message and composed another using the same code and dispatched it by carrier pigeon.
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Chapter 4: How does Sherlock Holmes deduce the significance of the pigeon feathers?
Remember, if it's a Petri wine, you know it's a good wine. Dr. Watson, that was really one for the books. So you got yourself arrested on a murder charge?
Yes, Mr. Bartell. It was a very humiliating experience. I was taken off to Scotland Yard in the Black Marat. It was like any common criminal. The wretched constable wouldn't listen to a word that I'd got to say.
Well, Sherlock Holmes went with you, of course.
Naturally. We arrived at Scotland Yard. My mortification was complete. And I found that I was led into the presence of our old friend, Inspector Lestrade. Holmes spoke to him at some length, but I could see from Lestrade's expression...
My position was very serious.
Now I can see what it is, Mr. Holmes. You see, I know you both. But I must say there are lots of them here at the yard that don't like what they call your eye-handed method. But Mr. Holmes, personal likes or dislikes have nothing to do with this. Of course they haven't. You're a man of evidence. Well, I know that, Dr. Watson. And the constable's evidence was as clear as the nose on your face.
The dead man was shot through the head, and you were standing in front of the body with a drawn revolver in your hand. But, my dear Lestrade, my dear Lestrade, there were no powder burns on the wound. Yeah, that's what you tell me, Mr. Holmes. But I'll have to wait for the official report on that. The police surgeon's examining the body now.
You understand, gentlemen, I'm not saying I'm sorry that Sid Trimble is dead. He's been a pawn in our side for a good many years. In fact, I... Oh, here's the police surgeon now. Dr. Hendricks, this is Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watts. How do you do? How do you do, gentlemen? I'm a great admirer of you both, and I'm sorry to see you in such a very unfortunate plight.
Thank you, thank you, Dr. Hendricks. What were your findings, Dr. Hendricks? Well, I just extracted the bullet, Lestrade, and... I'm very much afraid it's the same make and caliber as the one missing from Dr. Watson's revolver. Yes, but that doesn't prove that I fired the fatal shot. A .45 Colt's a very common weapon, Doctor. It proves nothing.
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Chapter 5: What role does espionage play in this Sherlock Holmes adventure?
Yes, yes, of course you can, Dr. Hendricks. Oh, hello, Lestrade. I thought we'd come and chat with you, Doctor. Oh, that's very nice of you, gentlemen. Yeah, not a bit of it, Doctor. You know, it hurts me to see you in here, and that's a fact. And I can't bear to see a fellow medical in such plight. Out coming in to see what I can do to help, Watson. You're very quiet, Miss Jones. Am I, Lestrade?
I was thinking, you see... What? Oh, chap. You have it. You have what? The answer. You'll sleep in vacancy tonight after all. Mr. Holmes, what are you talking about? The murder of Sid Trumbull.
Incriminating powder burns were obviously faked. Watson and I know that. Whether you and Dr. Hendricks believe it or not. The question is, how were they faked?
I think I have the answer. Dr. Hendricks. Yes, Mr. Holmes? If a blank conscience were found at the wound after death, it would produce parabens, wouldn't it? Undoubtedly. Yet, who could have done that, Mr. Holmes? That's the pointless side. Who had the opportunity? The constable who brought the body here. True, old chap. Also, you, Dr. Hendricks. That's perfectly true.
Well, I had the opportunity too, Mr. Holmes. I spent half an hour in the morgue alone with the body when it first came in. Well, you've narrowed it down to three suspects, Holmes. I hope I don't hang before you find the real killer. I'm Buddy Watson. Why, what's the problem? The answer is simple, Lestrade. The powder burns were certainly effected by a blank cartridge.
Now, if a blank cartridge was fired into a wound, the wadding would have penetrated and distorted the wound. Yes, but supposing the person had removed the wadding from the black Mr. Holmes? Its effect would still be quite apparent to the police surgeon who removed the bullet. Am I correct, Dr. Hendricks? Entirely. The surgeon could not fail to identify the marks, Mr. Holmes. Exactly.
And therefore, only one person could have fired that blank cartridge without detection. The same person who made the incision necessary to remove the cartridge would also remove all traces of the shot. You yourself, Dr. Hendricks. Holmes, I believe you're right. That's an ingenious theory, Holmes. Surely you're joking. Am I?
Then how do you account for the thick feathers on the collar of your coat? I'm...
The devil with you, Holmes? Here, here. Come back here. Hey, Johnson. Hey, Constable. Don't let your president kill him.
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