Sherlock Holmes -Rathbone & Bruce

Mystery Of Mrs Warren's Lodger

Sonntag, 11. Oktober 2026 · 29 min

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Remember this, chromoquinone cold tablets are made exclusively to help relieve the usual distress of cold. They're not a cure-all, they're made for one purpose and one purpose only. To help relieve the common miseries of a cold. The ache, the pain, the fever, the nasal stuffiness. That's why they do such an effective job. Give yourself the advantages of specialized medication. When a cold attacks, take chromoquinone cold tablets as directed and only as directed. Now, here we are again in our habitual armchair in front of Dr. Watson's fireplace, waiting for the good doctor to put down the evening statement. Oh, I beg your pardon, Mr. Manning. I didn't see you come in. I was reading about your latest American gang shooting. Yes,

crime seems to be riding high, wide, and handsome in most of our big cities, I'm afraid. What a pity we haven't got Mr.

Sherlock Holmes on the job.

This is just what I was thinking. Of course, on the other hand, these gangs of racketeers that sprung up to appeal a diatribe, we wouldn't know how to handle it. Rubbish. I can remember just one case we handled back in 1994. It was concerned with Giorgiano, the worst gang leader New York ever had. They didn't call us racketeering in those days.

It amounted to the same thing. Kidnapping, blackmailing, bombing, terrorizing innocent people. by during the course of that particular case, Georgiano, had one man taken for a ride, as you call it. That sounds interesting. Why don't you tell us about it? Well, it's a good story. Let me see. It was in November in the year 1894. Holmes and I were sitting in our rooms in Vegas. Well, I'd like to tell you this story was about the head of a New York gang. Yes, sir, I did, Mr.

Manning.

Sir, I did. Don't you interrupt. Even famous gangsters that we know to travel about from time to time, well, as I was saying... Holmes and I were sitting in our rooms in Baker Street, and our housekeeper, Mrs. Hudson, uttered in a friend of hers, a landlady who kept lodgings in Great Auburn Street. Holmes invited her to sit down.

The poor woman was obviously harrowed, and kept sucking away at the fringe of her cape.

Mrs.

Huntsman tells me that you've been having some difficulty with the lodger, Mrs., uh.

Warren, Warren.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

No, Mr.

Holmes, it isn't all the difficulty I'm having. There was a lot that was easier to do for. It's just that I don't see him from one weekend to the other.

Oh, come now. That's not anything uneasy about. I bet you, Mrs. Warren, if I were your lodger, there would be many occasions when you wouldn't see me for weeks at a time. I work a good deal at night, you know, and do my speaking by day.

Oh, I doubt it, Holmes. It's such a difference. He never goes out, not even at night. I've waited up to find out. I never see his face, not even when he pays his bills. Not the sign of him I've ever seen for the last three weeks.

And how do you know he's still there?

Like he's trying to get away from something. You would frighten me, Mr.

Holmes.

I can't sleep for a price.

When did this lodger first come to you?

Three weeks back, that's why. He asked for terms and I said it's 50 pounds a week. If he does a fine sitting room and bedroom all complete and I can put up the house.

Yes, yes, indeed. Go on. Well, Mr.

Holmes, he said to me I'll pay five pounds a week if I can have it on me on terms. He took a ten-pound note out of his pocket pen and then he did it for me two weeks in advance. Then he says he's to be left entirely to himself and never for any excuse are we.

To disturb him.

Oh, he's at the room and hasn't been out since.

Oh, yes, yes, sir.

What? But I thought you said that he had.

Yes, just what it was, sir, that first night. He went out and returned very late.

He was all in bed, but I had him.

Walking up the stairs. Then his door shut and laughed. And he kissed it last. And I ain't seen him since.

But his needles... How does he get his meal?

Well, when he rings, I take a tray up and leave it on the chair outside his door. Then when he rings again, up I go and put the tray away empty. If he's wanting anything else, he writes it on a piece of paper and leaves it on the tray.

I see. Have you brought any of those bits of paper with you?

Yes.

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

There's been three.

Good.

Here they are.

Uh-huh.

Good today. Oh. That's interesting. Written with a broad-pointed, violet-tinted pencil and printed.

Oh, what do they say, Holmes?

The messages are quite the comic, my dear Watson. So, David does that and that. They open up a very pleasing field of intelligent speculation. Suggestive, Watson, very suggestive. The gentleman... Do you see anything very unusual about this paper? No. That's printed. The gentleman doesn't wish Mrs. Warren to obtain a template. It's handwritten. And here, look, look. On this lip, asking for soap, a corner has been torn away. There was evidence of a mark, perhaps a substrate. It might give a soul to man's identity. Furthermore, the person is undoubtedly a foreigner. Oh, how do you deduce that? Well, he writes match, not matches. You must have looked the word up at the dictionary. Which gave only the singular,

of course. Now, Mrs.

Warren.

What did your lodger look like when he came to.

Take the room?

Youngish he was, Mr. Holmes, not over 30. Little size, dark, and he.

Had a beard.

Spoke English?

Yes, sir, he spoke English well enough, but with an accent, too, as a father.

What did I tell you, Watson? What did I tell you? Did he give you his name? No, sir. He had any letters or callers? No, sir. Where did he retire when you or the girl go into tourism in the morning?

We don't go in, sir. Just for himself.

Oh, I see. That's interesting. And, uh, you say nothing has come out of that room? Absolutely nothing?

Just two burnt matches and a cigarette end. They was on the tray this morning.

You brought them with you?

Oh, what I did, sir.

Mrs.

Hudson told me about you. Said nothing was too small to take notice of.

Mrs. Hudson was right.

Very easy.

These matches were used to light cigarettes. How can you tell what the matches were used for? It wasn't quite obvious, my dear. It wasn't quite obvious. The shortness of a burnt end. At least half a match is consumed in lighting a pipe or a cigar. Hello. Hello. Well, well, well. This cigarette is certainly remarkable. Yes, this is Warren. The gentleman who is now living in your room is not the gentleman who engaged them. No, no, Holmes. You can't tell us that. You can reduce that to the cigarette and stuff. Elementary, my dear Watson. Elementary. Notice the size of the thing. I believe you said the first gentleman had a beard, Mrs. Wallace.

Yes, sir, a black beard it was, and a flowing moustache.

Yes, yes. Now, take this to correct. Only a fiend-shaping man could have smoked down this bar. Why, Watson, even that person you call a moustache, a moustache would have been cinched. Perhaps he used a holder. Impossible, my dear fellow. Notice the way that it's matted at the end. No, no, it's a different person entirely. How could he have got in? Well, he went out the first night, Mrs. Warren told me.

But did the same man return? I think not. I think it was the second chap who came back, the one for whom the first man took the look. Perhaps they both returned. Possibly that there are two men in those rooms. Excellent, my dear Watson. Excellent. You're coming along. Now, tell me, Mrs. Warren, how much does the fellow... Could it be enough for two?

Oh, no, sir. He eats so little, I often wonder if he can keep life in one.

Well, that settles that.

Oh?

No, Mrs. Warren, there seems to be nothing more to be done for the moment. I hardly think the situation is dangerous, at least not for the present. But keep us informed of any further developments.

Oh, thank you, Mr.

Holmes.

I feel easy in my mind already. Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Not at all.

Good day, Jerry.

Good day. Good day, Mrs.

Warren.

Look here, Holmes. You're not going to go bucking about in this affair. The man is probably just a harmless extension of himself. You never know what, and you never know whoever he is. He's living in terror.

Huh?

Terror of what, I wonder? Oh, rubbish. Science, who's going to foot the bill? What do you expect to get out of a case like this? Education. Education. Oh, but pursuit of knowledge, Watson, is my great hobby. Pursuit of knowledge of the foot. Curiosity, that's what it is. Plain, unadulterated curiosity. Oh, possibly, Watson, possibly. Education, pursuit of knowledge, curiosity.

Perhaps they all amount to the same thing. Where are you going to look for your education in this case, if I may ask? In the Daily Gazette, my dear fellow, in the Daily Gazette. A newspaper is often a very storehouse of knowledge.

I say, Holmes, every time I look at you, you have your nose buried in a copy of the Daily Gazette.

Why, the fondness of that yellow rag.

Yeah.

The only gazette is the paper Mrs. Warren's mysterious lodger asked for, remember? Well, what of it? What can you discover from a common newspaper? The answer is nothing, nothing at all. Here it is, four days since we heard of that mysterious gentleman, Mrs. Warren. What have you unearthed? Nothing, absolutely nothing. You're wrong as usual, my dear Watson.

We interrupt this program to bring you a special bulletin from the NBC newsroom in New York. President Roosevelt will address the joint session of Congress at noon tomorrow. We return you now to the census of Sherlock Holmes.

My dear, this is the hiding place of the mysterious lodger. How did you go about keeping in touch with him? I don't know. Through the papers, my dear fellow, through the agony columns. And since Mrs. Warren's lodger received only one paper, the notices must appear in that. I see now, but how can you tell which notice is the one we're after? By elimination, Watson. By elimination. Take this paper, for instance. The edition which appeared two days after the lodger took up his residence with Mrs.

Warren.

The agony column, of course. Let's have a look. Dear me. What a collection of groans, cries, utter nonsense. Oh, perhaps, my dear Watson, perhaps. But nevertheless, an invaluable hunting ground for the searchers after education. Well? Well, go on. The first one reads, Surely Jimmy will not break his mother's heart.

That's a great question. Listen to this. It's the lady who fainted in the Brixton Bluff. Disregard that. The lady doesn't interest me. Here's another. Every day, my heart... Oh, bleach, Watson. Unmitigated bleach. Go on, please. Well, well, well. Be patient. We'll find some means of communication. Meanwhile, watch this column.

It signs G. Sounds more plausible, eh? Are there any others?

Yes.

Three days later, we picked up the trail again. Here it is. Now, that one. In making successful arrangements, patience and prudence, the crowds will pass. Do you get it? Yes, nothing to prove each other that. Then comes something more definite. Yes. The park is clearing. If I find a chance to signal, remember code. A1, B2, and so on. He'll be here soon. Oh, what's for cheese? That's yours. Seems you're warming up. Oh, well, see who that is, will you? What's his name? Oh, George. Oh, uh, Mr.

Duffy, isn't he?

Yes, I'm sure he wanted him back.

Thank you so much.

Well, well, well, well. What is it? It's the absolute copy of the Gazette. It's just arrived. Oh, good, good. He'll present the unit. The actress has pearls still. Oh, come on, give me that paper. Here, look, look, I'll help you. Take the paper out of a fellow's hands, I guess. Nice manners, isn't it? Here we are, Watson, here we are. High red house with white stone facing third floor, second window left after dusk. Gee, ha-ha, that's definite enough, Watson, that's definite enough. Hello, hello, what's that?

Look out of the window, will you, Watson? Here we go, friend. Go ahead. She's popping like a steam engine.

Ah.

We weren't there. Can't stop it. What's my hope? Come in, come in. Oh. Ah, Mrs. Warren, what's up?

Oh, Mr. Holmes, sir, I come as fast as I could.

Well, here, take a chair and get your breath. Oh. Now, wait a minute, wait a minute, sit down. Oh. That's better. Now then, what's happened?

It's a police matter, that's what it is. I'll have no more of it, and I won't. I'll cast him out back and back again at the end of my patience, I am, when it comes to knocking my old man about.

Oh, Mr. Warren, what? Well, to tighten him up, anyway. Who did that?

Well, that's what we want to know. It was around 11 this morning. There was a fog, you remember?

Yeah.

Well, I think Mr. Warren wanted to get Mr. Money in for the school he was to have for lunch. Well, he said he got no more than ten paces down the road when two men came up behind him, threw a coat over his head, and bundled him into a cab that was standing beside the curb. 12 o'clock, 1 o'clock, and he don't come back? And there am I and me still left waiting for the onions? Well, at 2 o'clock it's about to do anyhow. And you know what a stew is like without onions.

Yes, it's like tea without... Yes, I know. Tea without toast is about... Go on, Mrs. Warren.

Go on, have a bite.

Well, at 3 o'clock my old man comes home all black and blue and his coat torn.

At first, I think he's been in some pub. He's got a weakness for a draft hour, then.

Yes, yes, yes.

Pretty soon, I think he's knocked around just days. Then he tells me he's been driving around for two hours with a couple of men threatening him. And finally, they opened the door and chopped him up. And when it comes to, we found he was on hamster heat. So we took him back home. And there he lies now on the sofa, moaning and groaning.

Oh, my God. Now, did he notice the appearance of the man? Did he hear them talk?

No, no, Mr.

Old.

He's clean dazed. He just knows he was lifted up as if by magic and then dropped again.

You said that?

Yes, sir, that's right.

And you connect this attack with your lodger?

Well, sir, we've been living there 15 years now, and no such happenings have occurred before. I've had enough of it. Money's not everything. I'll have him out of the house before the day is done.

Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute, Mrs. Warner.

Wait a minute.

Don't do anything rash. The matter's becoming more and more interesting. It's clear that these men were sent to your husband, to your lodger, and they had you found this morning, and when they discovered their mistake, they released him.

They threw him out, they did, on his ears.

Wait a minute. The important thing is that your lodger's enemies have found him. They're on his track. They'll be back. I suggest you return to your home at once before anything serious has a chance to happen. In just a moment, we'll rejoin Sherlock Holmes as he endeavors to solve the mystery of Mrs.

Warren's lodger.

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Orleans, Mr.

Wally Schweikart of the Schaefer and Schweikart Pharmacy at Carrollton and Genetics. Now, here's what happened the other day when a friend of mine visited the shop. Paper and Schweikart Farmers. Mr. Schweikart, you certainly have a fine modern drugstore. How long have you been serving this neighborhood? About 25 years. Oh, dear, that's a long time. Say, what were those big buildings I just passed on the way out?

Why, the famous Tulane and Loyola Universities. And we're proud to have some of the students among our best customers.

And I suppose you have an occasional professor stopping in, too, huh? Yes, we do.

College students and professors buy medicines just like anyone else.

And that brings up a question I'd like to ask. What do most of your customers buy when they want to relieve the usual symptoms of cold?

Bromo quinine cold tampers by a big margin. We recommend them, and both Mr. Schaaf and I have used them to help relieve the common miseries of our own colds.

That's just the way it happened, isn't it, Mr. Schweikart? Yes, that's right. It's been a pleasure to have you with us, Mr. Schweikart, and your statement bears out the results of a close-to-close survey conducted by one of America's leading research organizations and taken among over 2,000 American druggists just like yourself. It was found that more than 87%, that's about 9 out of every 10 druggists, recommend bromoquinone cold tablets as an effective aid in the relief of the usual cold symptoms.

And in addition, the majority of these druggists said that bromoquinone cold tablets... with their largest selling tablets made exclusively for the common distress of cold. Friends, when you have the usual symptoms of a cold, get the preparation your druggist probably recommends. Time-proven Bromo quinine cold tablets can take only a directive. Bromo, B-R-O-M-O. Quinine, Q-U-I-N-I-N-E. Bromo quinine cold tablets.

This is my house, sir.

Hmm. It's very tidy, very tidy indeed. Starched curing, polished door knobs.

I do my best, Mr.

Holmes.

Now, where do I put my keys?

Those windows on the top floor with the lamp is lit. Those are the laundry rooms.

I take it?

Yes, sir.

Oh, here's the key. Step inside the ladder and be bad. Will you come in, gentlemen? Holmes?

Holmes? The door's open.

Come on, come on in.

I'll show you. Why are you staring at that house across the street? You see it, Watson? You see it? Of course I see it. I'm not blind. An high red house with white stone facing. Of course. The message. Yes. Watson, that is undoubtedly the signal station. Notice the fillet sign in the window? An ideal spot, my dear fellow. An ideal spot. Yes, I was supposed to be gone inside.

We're keeping Mrs. Warren waiting. Right, Watson. Practical as usual. No, Mrs. Warren, not now.

I don't roughly know, sir.

Well, I suppose you wouldn't like it. Look at this mysterious lodger of yours. How are you going to manage that if he keeps the door locked? When do you take his next stay up to, Mrs. Warren?

Usually at his tea around 4.30.

4.30, eh? It's almost that now. Is there any chance, sir... Another room with a door opening onto this corridor.

I'm not sure about that.

Oh, wait.

Wait a minute, sir.

There's a cupboard.

A big cupboard almost opposite this door here. Excellent.

Excellent. Watson, you and I will secrete ourselves in that cupboard while it is working. It's definitely a secret. Very good, sir.

I'll hand it in right away. It's the top floor, Mr. Owens.

You can't miss it.

The cupboard door is the first one to the right.

It's the end of the stage.

Good. Good. Thank you. Come on, Watson. Let's go. Don't you think it's nice flying like this? What, do too many scruples to make a first-class detective? No, not the stairs. They creep like a rusty hen. Now what are you doing? Removing my shoes. You've got to follow my example. That way you have a much better chance of being undetected.

Very well, but I feel like a criminal myself. Colonel Notter. I can't get my shoe less than that. Don't forget to take a break if we can't sit here all afternoon. All right, all right. Oh, there you are. Come along, come along now. Quietly, quietly. You sound like the charge of a light brigade. I'm not making any more noise than you are.

Shut the door.

Yes, yes, let's go.

What?

I thought you said it was a large... I'll go back, please, will you? Open the door.

Open the door.

Open the door.

Open the door.

Open the door. Open the door. I can't do the best thing for you, I guess. I'm not supposed to. I'll do this. Ah, here comes the water. Now, stop that noise. You're talking like a grandpa. Yes, yes, you are. Lift that chair. It's going away. Ah. Open the door now. Slowly. And a big white thunder. Well, I dashed. What is it, Holmes?

What's that look?

Something I did not foresee. Follow me downstairs quickly, Watson. Why, all excited. Who was it? Who opened the door?

Remember, I didn't.

The substitution of lodges, Watson. Yes? What I did not foresee was that we should find a woman. No ordinary woman, Watson. No, no, of course not. A dark, young, handsome woman. But her face set with terror.

Terror?

Do you think she saw us? I think she suspected our presence. Well, what do we do now? We're going to put on our shoes. They're going to spend the next few minutes on the front doorstep.

Why?

Do you remember the message said that you would communicate with the Lady of Dust today? You can keep an eye on the window opposite. Yes, but just to... We're almost out now. Come along.

Come along.

Holmes, we've been here for half an hour. My fingers are practically numb. That's a friend who's seen us and has been scared off. Well, it's always too dark. It's more likely that something has happened to prevent his coming. Hold on. There's a light over there now. Yes, I can see the shadow. Look, there he is. A pale face.

Is that a candle? Peering across. I want to make sure she's there. Have you seen his flash? A single flash? A day. Take a minute, Willie Watson. Let's check up on each other. T. That is a T-80F. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Let's jump. Another T. You need to say the word. Now E. And something N. Come on, let me try.

It's another T.

And A. It's not. Well, surely that's not all. F. At Tenta. At Tenta. At Tenta night. That's the one I recall. I had it. I had it.

T-A-A.

The initial. That goes again. Why do you got a race like that? I can't keep up with the weather. The same message over again. There he is, Watson. At Tenta. Must be in Cypho. Not a very obscure Cypho, Watson. It's Italian. At Tenta means beware. It must be urgent. Very good. Still the same message. At Tenta. Hello. He's broken off. The light's gone out. Someone's broken the window.

What's that? Quick, Watson. We must get in there.

Something violent is happening.

The door's unlocked, Joe. Come on, Ben. Keep your revolver handy. Here, here, up these stairs. Hello. There's a camp where he dropped it. or but but but but but but On the floor, a mask on his back and covered with blood. Look, there's a knife. A knife sticking straight up. Driven blade-deep into the body, a terrific blow. Give me that candle.

Let's have a look at it. Ah, yes. There. Look at the red circle drawn on the floor under his head. A halo in blood. Holmes, what are you doing with that candle? Finishing the message. I think it will be helpful.

To get to the root of this mystery.

I must find out how he got there. You mean this man? Then you recognize him? Naturally, Watson. It's Black Georgiano, the head of the most terrible band of criminals in America. Georgiano? Gee, Georgiano. Then it must have been he who sent the message. What's he doing over here in England? That's the question in the constant lady from across the street. You should be here any moment. I signaled her to come. Here she is. What is it? I have a comment. Oh, fool.

What is it?

What have you.

Done with him?

You must prepare yourself for the last shock, madam.

My husband, what has happened? What are you hiding from me? Who is that on the floor?

I beg of you not to.

Oh, let me see.

Let me see. Oh!

Giorgiano.

Giorgiano. Giorgiano, you have killed him.

He's dead.

Please, please, don't be so upset, madam. But it is wonderful.

Marvelous.

What?

You are a police. You have killed him.

Oh, I'm so happy.

You won't feel him.

He was dead when we found him.

But so, then it was my gender who killed him. My wonderful gender. He has done it to protect me.

He has seen me.

He has made me to do it. But when he did, just now he sent a message for.

Me to call.

It was I who sent the final message. Your husband disappeared out of the back window, if I read the signs correctly.

But I ran away. For my husband, he did it to protect himself.

He saved me.

No one could blame him. You could not arrest him for that.

No.

Now that Giorgiano is dead, we fear nothing.

We are proved. Perhaps you'd like to tell us about it. I may be able to arrange matters for Scotland Yard.

Giorgiano is my husband. Leonardo Luca.

I am Amelia Luca.

My husband and I, we live in New York. We are a happy, and so my Giorgiano's brother.

He meets the Giorgiano.

The little devil. The monster.

There is no judge in the world who would punish my husband because he killed him.

Yes, I understand he had rather an unsavory character.

He was a king.

He made the youngest child of men join him in the sack.

And now his brother was one of his men. He cannot break away. He must do the most terrible thing. And then one night he said no.

He was shot.

Shot in the back.

In the back? Quite a lot. Quite what?

After that, he showed down that he'd say my husband must.

Join his gang.

He'll begin to make love to me.

He's terrible.

I'm so afraid. Will you run away?

Yes.

One night we go on a boat for England. But we know Georgiano will follow us when we find out.

Margeno will hide me where I will be safe. He knows Georgiano will come and be waiting for him outside. Tonight he arrives at last. But Margeno is ready. He is prepared to kill him.

Oh, he is a hero, my Gennaro.

I don't know what the British point of view will be, but I imagine that in New York, this lady's husband will receive a pretty general vote of thanks. Oh, I think we can arrange the British point of view, Watson. Scotland Yard has been on the lookout for this, Giorgiano, since they heard he had landed.

Mr.

Luca has just paid them a little bit of work, that's all. And now, Mrs. Luca, if you'll come with me, I believe we can arrange matters satisfactorily. Grazie, signor, grazie.

I'm so happy.

Well, it's been an interesting case, Holmes, but I still can't for the life of me see what you expect to get out of it. Education, Watson. A little more education. Always seeking knowledge at the old university.

In just a moment, Dr.

Watson will be back to tell us about next week's story. Ladies and gentlemen, when colds are prevalent, act wisely. Don't neglect the cold. Rest and avoid exposure. Remember, if neglected, even a so-called light cold may lead to more serious illness. But if a cold attacks with its headache, pain, nasal distress, and fever, say, chromoquinine colds have it. They go right to work to help relieve the usual miseries of a cold.

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Bromo quinine cold tablets. Now, Dr. Watson, what about next week? Well, next week I think I'll tell you an adventure that took me on a wild goose chase halfway across the continent of Europe. A case which Holmes solved by opening a coffin. You have been listening to a Sherlock Holmes adventure adapted from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's story, The Adventure of the Red Circle, with Basil Rathbone as Sherlock Holmes and Michael Bruce as Dr.

Watson.

The dramatization was by Edith Meiser. Musical interludes composed and conducted by Lou Croslock. This program is presented from Hollywood each week at this time by the makers of Bromo Quinine Soul Caps. Prompt release for cold distress. This is Mark Manning speaking. Christmas deals are the stamps that help fight tuberculosis. Your contribution to the health and strength of our nation. Buy your Christmas deals today. This is the Red Network from the National Broadcasting Company.

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