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Sherlock Holmes 45-03-26 (RB 020) Book Of Tobit(Rathbone-Bruce)

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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 about an exciting adventure he shared with his old friend, that master detective, Sherlock Holmes. And so while you're getting comfortable, I'd like to tell you about an old, old American custom. The custom of serving a glass of sherry wine before dinner. Petri, California sherry. You know, Petri sherry is to a good meal what the overture is to a good musical comedy or an opera. Before you sit down at the dinner table, just pour yourself a little glass of Petri sherry and sip it slowly. Look at that beautiful amber color. Smell the fragrance of those

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Good evening, Doctor.

Good evening, Mr.

Foreman.

Come in and make yourself at home.

Thank you, Doctor. Sitting here with the lights off, I see.

Have you been getting yourself in the mood for tonight's Sherlock Holmes story?

No, my boy, I was watching the sunset. It's quite a beautiful tonight.

Aye, doctor, the sun set over an hour ago.

Yes, I know that, young fellow, my lad, I know that.

But at my age, a fellow's entitled to take a little snooze after dinner, isn't he?

Of course he is, doctor.

And now that we've settled that, how about tonight's story?

Well, a very beautiful girl figured prominently in this adventure, Mr.

Foreman.

Her name was Jasmine Lafleur. Huh?

Say that again, doctor, please.

I know, my boy, but that was her stage name. When she was a magician's assistant.

Unfortunately, I never had the opportunity of seeing Jasmine Lafleur in the theater. But I'm told that she was a fascinating figure in.

Tights and spangles.

When Holmes and I first met her, however, she was dressed a little more conventionally.

And her name was then Diana Venering. Lady Venering. Lady Venering?

Say, those tights and spangles really paid off, didn't they? Well, how did you and Sherlock Holmes come to meet up with her, Doctor?

In rather spectacular style, Mr.

Foreman. Miss Lafleur became something of a femme fatale in the early 1900s. First of all, she married Signor Rossoni, the magician for whom she was working.

On the wedding night, he was mysteriously stabbed to death.

A few months later, Madame Rossoni, very fetching in her widow's weeds, I'm sure, met Sir Wilfred Venering. And, after a whirlwind courtship, she married him.

Don't tell me he got murdered, too.

He did, Mr.

Foreman.

Also on the night of the wedding. But this time the police found a suspect.

It was a certain Major Beckworth, cousin of the dead man, and an ardent suitor of the fair Diana. The trial at the Old Bailey was one of the most sensational I ever remember.

Sherlock Holmes and I, in court on the closing day as a jury, were still considering their verdict.

Holmes, the jury's been out over eight hours. I bet you they can't agree on a verdict and there'll be a new trial.

I think not, old chap. Look, here they come now. You know, there's a strong moral probability of guilt, but I'm sure they'll agree that there's insufficient evidence to convict.

Oh, perhaps you're right. Just look at Lady Venering down there ahead of us. What a stunning woman.

Yes, and a woman of great poise and courage.

Here it comes. Gentlemen of the jury, have you arrived at a verdict? We have, my lord. I'll say you.

Do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

Exactly. Come on, Watson. Let's get a breath of fresh air.

I was wondering perhaps if we shouldn't go over and congratulate really bettering.

On what?

The fact that our husband's murderer has not been found?

I suppose you're right.

Have you ever read the book of Tobit, Watson?

Tobit? I don't think so. When was it published?

A little before our time, old chap.

It's an Old Testament story.

Whatever made you think of it at this moment?

Well, it's so remarkably apposite with the case of Lady Baring... It deals with the highly peculiar.

Theories of murder. Seven of them, if I remember correctly.

Who's the murderer?

A jealous demon by the name of Asmodeus, who strangled husbands on their wedding nights.

Well, judging by the verdict just now, Mr.

Beckwith isn't the Asmodeus, or whatever you call him in this case.

Paper!

Paper!

Here's the paper!

Here you are, boy.

Here, give me a paper.

Thank you, Governor. Thank you. Paper!

Paper!

Well, Holmes, what does it say?

Oh.

Anyway, here we are. Listen to this.

Lady Venering, widow of the murdered man, says that she will marry the suspect. Lady Venering told newspaper reporters this afternoon that if Major Beckwith is acquitted, she will marry him before the year is out.

Oh, my soul, Holmes, there's a positive sparkle in your eyes. You read about her.

I must admit the lady fascinates me, old chap.

I hope before she becomes involved in any further tragedies that we may have the opportunity of meeting her. And something tells me that we will.

Some of the papers are certainly having a day over the Venering case, Holmes.

Did you read them?

No, I didn't watch them.

There's a complete life history of Lady Venering in one of them with photographs.

It's rather interesting.

Really?

What are you doing over there, Holmes?

Looking out of the window.

Ah, yes, yes. You expecting anybody home?

No, come over here, old fellow.

Oh, it's a clergyman.

Yes, a very agitated one.

Look at the way he's pacing up and down, and looking up at our window, too.

Joe, what eyes.

Yes, there's a fanatical look about him, which suggests either the martyr at the stake or the inquisitor lighting the faggots.

Mrs.

Hudson's letting him in now. Well, I'll be interested to know what he's come to us about. I can hear footsteps on the stairs.

I'll go and have a look. How do you do, sir? Come along in, won't you? It's all right, thank you, Mrs.

Hudson.

You're Mr.

Sherlock Holmes? I am, sir, and this is my colleague, Dr.

Watts.

My name is Whelan, the Reverend Arthur Whelan.

How do you do, sir?

How do you do, sir?

Sit down, won't you, and tell me what I can do for you.

Thank you.

Mr.

Holmes, this is a very difficult subject to broach.

In fact, it's only after intense personal conflict that I've been able to force myself to come to you.

May I ask you, are you familiar with the Book of Tobit?

The Book of Tobit? You were talking about that yesterday, Holmes.

I see that you've come to consult me about the Venering case.

But that's amazing.

How did you know?

Has Lady Venering been in touch with you?

No, sir, but I'm familiar with the Book of Tobit. And Lady Venering's case closely resembles that of the woman Sarah in the Old Testament story.

More closely than you realize, Mr.

Holmes.

Did you know that before each one of Lady Venering's husbands was killed, they received a threatening note?

Yes, I recall that.

From the trial. Signed in some sort of gibberish, weren't.

They, Doctor?

No, Doctor.

Yesterday I was permitted, for the first time, to examine one of these notes. The apparent gibberish was, in reality, ancient Hebrew writing.

Indeed. Were you able to translate it?

Yes, Mr.

Holmes.

In effect, it said, If you go through with this marriage, your hours are numbered. And it was signed, Asmodeus.

Oh.

The name of the jealous demon who strangled husbands in the book of Tobit.

Exactly. Just why have you come to me, sir?

I want you to talk to Diana, to Lady Vannering. To tell her she must not go through with this new marriage. Murder is stalking her, Mr. Holmes.

I have argued with her, prayed with her, implored her to realize her danger.

But she is adamant.

I'm afraid I should feel extremely presumptuous in giving her my advice.

No, Mr.

Holmes.

I have prepared the way for you. You could, I'm sure, make her realize her danger.

And she's willing to see me, you say?

Willing and anxious.

Oh, very well. But I'd like to ask you a.

Few questions first.

Anything, Mr.

Holmes.

What is your interest in her?

She's a member of my flock. She needs my guidance.

Nothing further?

No, Mr.

Holmes.

I believe that you performed the marriage ceremony.

At both of her previous weddings.

Yes.

Are you proposing to officiate the ceremony if she marries Major Beckwith?

Well, I don't know. I hope that marriage will never take place. And so I want you to help me, Mr.

Holmes.

Where does the lady live?

47 Barclays Square.

Very well.

Dr.

Watson and I will call on her this afternoon.

Delighted to. Delighted to.

I doubt if I can be there myself.

In fact, Diana might speak more freely if I'm not. But here's my card.

Oh, thank you.

You'll know where to get in touch with me if you want to.

Very well, sir.

Good day to you, gentlemen. And I'm greatly in your debt.

Well, good day.

Good day. Strange business, Holmes. I can't believe that Mr. Whelan's motives are entirely impersonal.

Nor can I, old chap.

What are you laughing about?

I was thinking of.

The book of Tobit once.

In that the role of protector, the role I have just been asked to take, was played by the Archangel Raphael. I can't help feeling, Watson, that I'm making distinct strides in my profession.

Mr.

Sherlock?

Holmes.

I'm so glad to meet you.

How do you do, Lady Venering? May I introduce my old friend, Dr.

Watson?

How are you, Dr. Watson?

I'm very glad to meet you, Lady Venering.

Let's sit down, shall we? You're just in time for tea.

Thank you. You know why we're here, of course.

Naturally.

Mr.

Whelan came round here as soon as he'd left you. You are to persuade me to look after my mortal affairs while he takes care of my immortal ones.

Isn't that it?

May I say, Mr. Holmes, that I'm flattered that a man of your eminence should be sufficiently interested to bother about me.

You underestimate your own importance, Lady Benring.

Though I may mention that if your problem had been as simple as Mr. Whelan made it out to be, I might have been otherwise engaged.

You're being very frank and a little mysterious. Are you suggesting that Mr. Whalen didn't tell you everything? I am.

And I hope you will be more candid with me.

Sherlock Holmes, I like you. You're most refreshing. Milk and sugar in your tea?

Just milk, thank you.

Here you are.

How about you, Dr. Watson?

Oh, just the same way, please. Thank you, my dear.

And now, Mr. Holmes, perhaps you'll tell me why you think that you haven't been told everything.

Before I answer that question... Lady Venering, I wonder if I might ask you some questions.

But of course.

Anything.

When your first husband, Signor Rossoni, was killed, did the police find any suspects?

Yes.

One.

Ferdinand Gauthier, a young man who had been an assistant in our magician's act. A stupid, poor-looking boy who thought he was in love with me. But, of course, Inspector Lestrade had to release him. There was no evidence.

Inspector Lestrade. Well, you can bet that if he arrested him, the boy was innocent.

A warning note was found among your husband's effects, wasn't it? Yes.

And it was signed in Hebrew with the name Asmodeus. But perhaps you're not familiar with the Book of Tobit.

Oh, yes, yes. I'm familiar with it, Lady Benring. How did you know then that the Hebrew letter signified that name?

Mr. Whelan translated them for me.

Oh, I see.

And also read me the Book of Tobit. He's always been particularly fond of that book. Perhaps because it illustrates his own ideas on the dangers of marriage.

Holmes told us that he hadn't seen one of the warning notes until yesterday.

Precisely.

Lady Benring, I read in the papers that you intend to marry Major Beckwith, the man who has just been tried for your late husband's murder.

Yes, Mr.

Holmes.

When are you going to marry him, may I ask?

When it pleases me.

Doesn't it occur to you that a great deal of comment will be caused?

Also that Major Beckwith's life is in obvious danger?

Of course it occurs to me, my dear man. But because of two tragic marriages, am I to spend the rest of my life alone?

As Mr.

Whelan would have me do. I'm young, alive. Peter, what are you doing here?

I just arrived back in England today, Diana. What's this I read about you marrying Beckwith?

Peter, I have guests.

Mr.

Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. This is Peter McComas, one of our most promising young painters.

Diana, tell me it isn't true. When I left England, you loved me, and I you. I come back and what do I find? You're planning to marry Beckwith. Well, I won't stand for it. If you think you can throw me over like some silly boy, you're very much mistaken.

I can tell things, you know.

I can tell lots of things.

Get out of here, Peter.

Get out.

Diana.

And don't come back until you've learned manners and discretion.

But, Diana.

Get out.

I'm sorry, gentlemen. Were there any more questions you wanted to.

Ask me, Mr. Holmes?

One, Lady Benring. Where is your fiancée, Major Beckwith?

He's upstairs. I'm letting him stay here until the scandal of the trial has died down.

I must see him at once.

At once? Why, Holmes, he's in no danger until the marriage takes place?

The marriage has taken place, Watson, unless I'm very much mistaken.

It makes you think so, Mr.

Holmes.

You're much too discreet and intelligent, Lady Venering, to let him stay here in your house unless you were already married.

We were married this morning. But we planned to keep the fact a secret for a few months until the scandal had died down.

May I talk to him, please?

Of course.

I'll ring for the butler and ask him to come down.

May I ask, madam, who married you?

The Reverend Arthur Whelan, of course.

Oh, and all the time he talked to us today, and you perfectly well this marriage had taken place.

He must have just come from it. I don't trust that man, Holmes.

Oh, there you are, Hudson. I just rang for you. Will you ask Major Becker to.

Excuse me, my lady. I was just on my way to telephone the police.

The police?

Yes.

What do you mean?

It's Major Beckwith, milady. He's been stabbed to death in his bath.

You tell me.

Mr.

Beckwith murdered, too.

Hudson, I'll telephone the police. And now I'm rather well acquainted with Inspector Lestrade. Excuse me, gentlemen.

A third husband murdered on his wedding day.

But what a woman, Watson.

She's superb, magnificent.

What on earth do you mean, Holmes?

What courage. What unconquerable spirit in the face of a fresh tragedy. Watson, she fascinates me.

I haven't seen such a splendid female since we solved that case.

For the King of Bohemia.

THE END.

Dr.

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Watson are brought into the case.

As we rejoin our story, it's a month later, and for some obscure reason, Sherlock Holmes seems to have lost interest in the case, though not in the beautiful.

Mr.

Holmes.

Yes, Mr. Holmes?

It's over a month now since Major Beckwith was murdered, and we haven't found a single clue to.

You expect.

Me to supply the deficiencies of Scotland Yard?

Well, it's unlikely not to help us, Mr.

Holmes.

After all, you and Dr. Watson were in the house when it happened.

If you ask me, the murderers.

Either McComas, that Irish painter, or the clergyman Wayland, What do you think, sir?

As far as I'm concerned, the case is closed, Lestrade, and I wish you'd stop bothering me. What do you think I am, nothing but a detecting machine?

Mr.

Holmes, whatever's come over you.

Holmes, you're not going out again this evening, are you?

I'm afraid so, old chap.

Well, this will be the fourth night in a row. I was hoping that we might have a nice, quiet evening.

Oh, I'm sorry, Watson, but I promised to take Diana to the horse show at Olympia. I should be home by midnight.

Mr.

Holmes.

Yes, Mr.

Whelan.

You're seeing altogether too much of Diana. She seems to be completely under your spell.

But you introduced me to.

Her in the first place with a request that I keep.

An eye on her.

I made a great mistake. As her spiritual protector, I'm afraid I must ask you to stop seeing her.

I'm afraid I must ask you, sir, to mind your own business.

I say, Holmes, have you seen the paper that that violinist, the Zywe, is playing at the Albert Hall tonight?

No, I haven't looked at the paper today.

Oh, I thought perhaps we might go along and see it together.

Oh, I'm afraid I can't hold you up.

No, I'm picking Diana to the French maid at Delia's Theatre.

I hear it's a charming musical comedy.

Look here, Holmes. We've been friends for a good many years now.

Very true, old fellow.

And I think I'm entitled to speak to you straight from the shoulder.

Of course you are, Watson.

Very well, then. This Diana Beckworth.

Oh.

It's your own business, I suppose, but I can't bear to see her making such a fool of you. You've been elected to your work entirely since you met her. You get about as though you were a young fellow of 20.

What's come over you?

Stop pasting about, old chap, will you, and sit down.

In fact, it might be a good idea if you fortified yourself with a lip of brandy from the tantalus. What I'm about to tell you may be something of a shock. Watson, Diana and I are getting married tomorrow.

What did you say, Al?

I'm getting married tomorrow. But.

You're insane.

Oh, that's not very flattering, Watson. Anyway, I don't see why you.

Should be so surprised.

You yourself married and left Baker Street once, didn't you?

You, Holmes, are a confirmed woman, Peter.

Oh, no, no, no, my dear Watson. No, indeed, no. You will remember in our adventure that you titled A Scandal in Bohemia.

I met a lady that I have often referred to as a... The woman.

You mean Irene Adler, but she was a criminal.

Exactly, and yet Diana has the same magnificent characteristics. Keen intelligence, courage, and unconquerable spirit.

But, Holmes, three of her husbands murdered on their wedding nights. You're proposing to be the fourth.

Oh, rubbish, my dear fellow, because tragedy has attended her previous marriages. Is she to go through life alone?

Holmes, you... You really mean it, don't you?

Go.

I do.

I think I will have a nip of brandy.

Oh, don't take it so bad, your fellow. We'll continue to see a lot of each other. Diana's very fond.

Of you, you know.

Oh, well, I'm glad. Who's going to perform the ceremony? Not the... the Reverend Mr.

Whalen. Oh, no, no, no, no.

We decided, in view of Diana's previous marriages, that he might prove to be a trifle, uh, well, unlucky.

A clergyman named Vernet will officiate. Whalen, of course... insists on being present just the same.

What time is the wedding tomorrow?

Two o'clock, old fellow.

Oh, I should have mentioned this before.

I hope your cutaway coat and top hat are in a.

Good state preservation.

You'll be a pretty prominent figure at the ceremony, you know.

You mean that.

Well, I mean that if Sherlock Holmes gets married, who else can be his best man but his old friend, Dr.

Watson?

It's elementary, my dear fellow, elementary.

Oh!

I now pronounce you man and wife.

And those whom God hath joined together, let no man put asunder.

To Hannah, I'm going to claim the privilege of the best man and give you a kiss.

Of course you shall, Doctor.

But you, Holmes, you... Dear Miss Lucky Fuller.

Of course I am, old chap.

Sherlock, I'm going upstairs to change my dress now.

Very well, Diana.

I'll be up shortly.

I'll see you later, Dr.

Watson.

Very well, Mrs.

Holmes.

Holmes, I never thought I'd live to say that.

Watson, old fellow, I'm worried.

Worried? Dear fellow, what's the matter?

Well, just before the ceremony, I received one of those warning notes signed by Asmodeus.

Oh, you'd better be careful, Holmes.

I think I'll slip out and have a pipe or two on the matter.

Yes.

Look after my guests for me, will you, and Keep your eyes open and your ears.

Yes, I will indeed. There you are, Mr. Whelan.

Would you care for a glass of champagne or a punch or something or other?

Thank you, no, Doctor.

I'm in no mood for celebration. I'm certain that Diana has made a shocking mistake.

Really, sir, I don't think.

I only came here in a last-minute attempt to dissuade her. Now that I've failed, I shall leave.

Good day, sir.

Dr.

Watson. Oh, hello, McCormick.

Where's Mr.

Holmes?

We'll be back in a few minutes. Would you care for a glass of champagne, sir? Thank you.

I should like to drink a toast to the pair.

I've been in love with Diana for years, you know, but she wouldn't marry me, and I suppose I might as well make the best of it. I must say, your friend Sherlock Holmes seems like a splendid fellow.

He is indeed, McCormis. In fact, I may say... Excuse me, sir. All right, Holmes, I'm coming.

Come here.

What on earth's the matter, Holmes?

Follow me. Lock the door behind you. Allow me to introduce you to the demon Asmodeus Watson. Unfortunately, at the moment, she's in a faint. Good Lord.

It's Diana. Exactly.

Always an impetuous woman, she made the mistake of trying to stab me with that knife.

So I bent over to strap up a suitcase.

She didn't allow for the wall mirror in.

Which I was watching her.

You mean you suspected her all along?

Of course I did, old fellow. The problem was to find the proof. I first suspect her when I knew that she had been a magician's assistant. The key to the profession of magic is misdirection, and these murders have been a perfect example of misdirection motive.

How do you mean, Holmes?

Well, by creating a.

Thanks to the well-meaning stories of the Reverend Mr. Whelan, whose theological libraries she must have copied the Hebrew signature, she focused the murders on jealousy, concealing the fact that the one person with a perfect motive was herself.

The widow who was to inherit.

Why hasn't she been caught before?

Because she was devilishly clever. She left no clues except an indirect one that I had once spotted. That the likeliest person to be able to approach a bridegroom unsuspected and stab him is his bride. And now I wish you'd see if you can revive her, old fellow. When the police get here, I should like Mrs. Holmes to be in full possession of all her faculties.

Well, Holmes, I must say I never expected to be driving back with you to Baker Street on your wedding day.

I can't tell you how happy I feel.

Dear old Watson, you really thought that I deserted you, didn't you?

Oh, naturally. I wish you'd told me the truth.

Why couldn't tell anyone?

Not even you. If the faintest shadow of suspicion had entered her mind.

I'd never have called her.

Well, it seems to me you paid a pretty high price, Holmes.

You told me you made a will in her favor, supposing something happens to you before her trial.

She'd get the money, you know.

Oh, the will? Oh, no, that was worthless. I told Diana that it was a holographic will and perfectly valid.

Well, what on earth is a holographic will?

A will drawn up in one's own handwriting on a piece of perfectly plain paper. Such a document is quite legal, but I drew mine up on a paper with.

Well, with a letterhead. That made it invalid.

Oh, I see, but the fact remains that you are married, Holmes.

I really fooled you completely, didn't I, Watson? Didn't the name of the clergyman who married us suggest anything to you?

Reverend Vernet, no, and why not should it?

Well, Vernet was a French painter of some note.

He also happens to have been a great-uncle of mine and, uh, Mycroft's.

You mean that your brother Mycroft was a clergyman?

I mean that Mycroft was disguised as a clergyman.

And a very convincing job he did, too. A more satisfactory clergyman than.

The Reverend Mr.

Whalen, no doubt, whose possible complicity may compel him to answer some very awkward questions.

Then you're not married. I'll put myself home. I don't know what to say.

Then I suggest that you say nothing, my dear chap. Let's just sit back quietly, as two good friends can, and brood about the.

Mutability of human affairs.

Well, Doctor, tonight's adventure was really a little extraordinary, to say the least. Holmes sure had a narrow escape.

Doubly narrow, Mr. Foreman, doubly narrow.

He not only escaped the jaws of death, but he also escaped the clutches of matrimony. Actually, the story had a happy ending for everybody but Lady Venering.

Uh-oh, Jasmine Lafleur.

What about that artist fellow, McComas? How did he take it?

Oh, very well, very well indeed. In fact, in gratitude, he even painted Holmes's portrait. Not exactly a good likeness, though. One of those modern artists who paint his impressions of a person.

Rather than a portrait.

What do you mean?

Well, now, let me see. If he were to paint his impression of you, you'd probably end up by looking like a bottle of Petri wine in a sports jacket.

Go ahead, Doctor.

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And now, Dr.

Watson, what story do you have lined up for us next week?

Well, now, let me see, Mr. Foreman.

I'm going to tell you about a strange adventure that began by my taking a wild cab ride through the moonlit streets of London. and ended Holmes and me being trapped in a luxuriously furnished cellar below a furniture warehouse down by the waterfront.

THE END.

Tonight's Sherlock Holmes adventure is written by Dennis Green and Anthony Boucher and is based on an incident in the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle story, The Adventure of Shosken Old Place.

Mr.

Rathbone appears through the courtesy of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer and Mr.

Bruce through the courtesy of Universal Pictures, where.

They are now starring in the Sherlock Holmes series.

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