Chapter 1: How does the episode introduce Sherlock Holmes and the setting?
This episode from the life of Sherlock Holmes will be transmitted to our men and women overseas by shortwave and through the worldwide facilities of the Armed Forces Radio Service. Petri Wine brings you... ...Hazel Rathbone and Nigel Bruce in the new adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
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The Petri family, the family that took time to bring you good wine, invites you to spend the next half hour listening to Dr. Watson tell us another exciting adventure he shared with his old friend, that master detective, Sherlock Holmes. And, say, let me tell you something I found out just the other day. Steaks are really back again. Good, thick, juicy porterhouse steaks. That's for me.
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Come in, come in, come in.
Ah, there you are, Mr. Bartell. Evening, Doctor. Just in time to join me in a cup of coffee. Draw up your chair, young fellow, my lad. Thank you. Ah, that's it.
Well, Doctor, you told us last week that tonight's new Sherlock Holmes adventure takes us to the south of France.
That's right, Mr. Bartell.
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Chapter 2: What delicate mission are Holmes and Watson involved in?
The south of France in the year 1900. A beautiful playground bordered by the bluest of blue seas and populated with an extraordinary cross-section of cosmopolitan Europe. Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief. All of them attracted by that riviera paradise. all of them drawn by the magical spell of a small white ball spinning round the rim of a roulette wheel.
Now, don't tell me that you and the great Sherlock Holmes were there on a gambling spree.
We were not, Mr. Bartell. At the time my story begins, we just completed an extremely delicate mission. A mission, I may say, that concerned the safety and good name of... A very prominent member of the royal family. Say, Doctor, you don't mean... One story at a time, Mr. Bartow. In any event, my boy, I'm afraid that's a case about which my lips are sealed for all time.
But to return to tonight's adventure... One June evening, I persuaded Holmes to accompany me to the Gatling Casino at Phragus, not far from Cannes where we were staying. It wasn't quite as fashionable as the casino at Monte Carlo, but as I intended to do a little more scambling myself, it seemed an establishment more suited to my means.
As we stood there at the green baize-covered tables, the chatter of voices and the melodic chanting of the croupiers as they called the results of each spin of the wheel formed a background to a quiet conversation. that Holmes and I were having.
Lost ten, Watson. Oh, confound it.
That number ten must come up soon. Oh, why not cut your losses, old fellow, and come for a stroll with me on the waterfront? Oh, just a big way. A couple more bets, Holmes. I have a feeling that ten is bound to come up in a minute. Watson, I believe the blood of a gambler courses through your veins. Oh, there's no harm in taking a little flutter once in a while.
Why don't you risk a few francs, huh? Oh, thank you, my dear chap. The law of averages convinces me that my money is safer in my pocket. In any case, I'm a little dubious as to the integrity of this particular casino. Oh, what makes you say that? Well, you will observe that this roulette wheel has a double zero. Most continental wheels have only a single one.
would indicate that this house is extremely concerned with its percentage.
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Chapter 3: What happens at the Gatling Casino during their visit?
Shot through the heart. Oh, to the deep of God. Suicide, Watson? Yeah, looks like it. Yes. Powder burnt on the shirt front. Revolver clutched in the right hand. Fingers in a natural position. The angle of the wound settles it. Obviously, self-inflicted. I missed you as you slipped out of the casino. What's wrong with him? I'm afraid he's dead, Mr. Gilbert.
Yes, he committed suicide. I hope, young man, that you are satisfied. All night you brought him bad luck. He asked you to move away from him to change his luck, but no, you could not do it.
Chapter 4: How does the gambling scene escalate the tension in the story?
Oh, Frau Schneemann, I'm terribly sorry, but I really don't see how you can blame me.
I do blame you, and I also blame you, Monsieur Chevrier.
But what have I done, madame?
Why do you let a man lose all his money at your tables? Is life so cheap to you and money so important that you can't close the tables to someone before he's gone?
Madame, I am of sympathy for you in your tragic loss. But the casino cannot be held responsible. If your husband could not afford to gamble, then he should not come here. How are we to know the financial limitations of our customers? You said your husband lost everything you had tonight, madame. Yeah, everything. Then how do you account for this sheaf of banknotes in his breast pockets?
Good Lord, it must be several thousand francs, sir. Then he wasn't ruined. And his suicide, therefore, cannot be blamed on his losses at my casino, madame. How do you account for this money, Frau Freeman?
Well, I do not understand. Heinrich kept nothing from me. I know that he had not so much money on him when he started tonight. Well, why do you all look at me like that? Is it up, you think? You think... Quick, why don't you take it?
I've got it. Let's get her to her room. You can take her to my suite in the casino. No, let's take her to the hotel. My wife will look after her. Poor woman, she's had a dreadful shock. She can probably do with another woman's company. It's very considerate of you, Mr. Gilbert. Where are you staying? At the Hotel Creon. It's quite near here. I'll get a cabin while I'm doing that, Watson.
See if you can revive her, will you? Then we'll take her to the Hotel Creon. Very kind of you, Mrs. Gilbert, to let us bring the poor lady into your suite.
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Chapter 5: What leads to the discovery of a body in the garden?
Yes, Monsieur Holmes. I should appreciate it. Be happy that you're sitting down. Very well, gentlemen. It won't take me long. First name on?
Ja, Herr Holmes.
At what time did you leave your hotel tonight?
Well, I do not know what time it was.
Well, what made you leave it?
Well, I could not sleep. I knew that they had taken poor Heinrich's body away, but I felt that I must walk back there. It was the last place I saw him alive.
How close did you come to Mr. Gilbert's body when you saw it lying there?
Oh, close enough to see who it was. Then I ran into the casino to tell his wife. I knew what had happened.
How did you know? You say you didn't come close to the body.
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Chapter 6: How do Holmes and Watson analyze the circumstances of the death?
Exactly. Now, on those rather gruesome occasions, whose responsibility is it to secrete the money? Yours? Or do you entrust the matter to an underling? I do it myself. I see. Did you place the money on Herr Schneemann tonight? Yes, monsieur, I did. And did you also perform the same service on the body of Mr. Gilbert? No.
I knew nothing of that death until the German lady false name and running into the casino. Excuse me interrupting, monsieur. Of course, inspector. What is it? I think that you are wasting time. It is obvious that Madame Gilbert committed the crime. She knew of her husband's plot, she had no alibi, and she had the motive. For is not marriage itself the greatest of all motives for murder?
Oh, my dear inspector, how very cynical. Madame Gilbert did not kill her husband. I know it. And what is your opinion, Watson? It's a German woman. She had no alibi either. And remember, she was half mad with grief. Mr. Shepard, you say that you know Mrs. Gilbert is not guilty. How do you know? I was with her myself at the time the murder was committed. Oh, indeed. How very interesting.
And what time was the murder committed? Well, it was... It was... Our investigations have never established what time the murder was committed, Monsieur Chevret. I'm afraid you've walked into my trap. You've given yourself away. It's not Chevret. It was you. Chevret, I've known you a good many years, and this is going to be a hard thing to do. I am going to arrest you.
Oh, no, you are not, Chevret. Put down that revolver, sir. Do not be frightened, Doctor. I am not going to shoot you. Chevret. Chevret. Why did you murder Roger Gilbert tonight? Surely you know that too, Monsieur Holmes. Because I am in love with his wife. She's young, beautiful, and rich. It did not occur to me until I saw the young fool lying there tonight pretending to be dead.
In my profession, it is natural that I should carry a revolver. What was simpler? Mr. Gilbert gave me the perfect opportunity. I... I could not resist it. Put down that revolver, Chevrolet. Why are you all so frightened? Surely you know how I am going to use it this time. I think so, monsieur. But it's a coward's way out. What an unperceptive remark for such a perceptive man. No.
No, all my life I have been a gambler. I gambled tonight for the highest stakes of all and... I lost. No. No, I am not afraid to pay for my losses. Au revoir, monsieur. An extraordinary case, Holmes. I never suspected Sherbert. And I, old chap, suspected him from the beginning. Well, I wasn't the only one who was stupid, anyway. Inspector Galloway thought it was the wife. True.
Very puzzling conclusion for a detective inspector to arrive at. Well, it seemed logical enough to me at the time. No, no, no, my dear Watson. Cold logic should have told you otherwise. Roger Gilbert has been losing heavily and had planned this hoax. He obviously had no money on him. Therefore, the money was planted in his pocket by Chevrolet. After he shot him? No, my dear fellow. Before.
Before? The bullet hole through the bank notes provided that. Now, had the money been put there innocently, Gilbert would have, well, you know, come back to life. As soon as the person placing it there had left, he would not have remained lying on the ground for a murderer to find him.
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