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Sherlock Holmes ,,,, Amateur Mendicant Society(Rathbone-Bruce)
Dienstag, 27. Oktober 2026 · 29 min
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Watson.
Good evening, Doctor.
Good evening, Mr.
Foreman.
Come in and settle yourself down. Thank you.
You're looking particularly comfortable tonight, Doctor. Feet up on the sofa and the puppies asleep on your lap.
Yes, my boy. The three of us went for a long walk on the beach this afternoon. Monty and Winnie had a running battle with the seagulls. In consequence, they've been faster ever since we got home.
Well, I hope you're not too tired, Doctor. I'm counting on a new Sherlock Holmes story, you know.
No, no, no.
I'm all ready for you, Mr. Foreman.
In fact.
I was going through my notes on the case just before you arrived.
Well, last week you told us it concerned a strange society.
who held their meetings in an underground vault of a furniture warehouse.
Yeah, that's right, my boy. Now, down with it. Now, sit down, Monty. No, no, no, no, no. Excuse me. No, no, no, no. The story really began one stormy November night in 1887. I was married at the time and living away from Baker Street. On this night in question, my wife had already gone to bed... and I was nodding in front of the fire... over one of Clark Russell's fine sea stories.
I'd had a very tiling day, I remember. It was about the hour that a man gives his first yawn and glances at the clock. Then suddenly, my front doorbell jangled discordantly. Oh, our servant Edna had gone up to bed, so I crossed to the window and opened it. It was very dark. But I could just see the outline of a figure standing on my doorstep. It looked like a woman. Suddenly, a cultivated voice called up to me.
Is the doctor in?
Yes, madam. I'm the doctor.
Then please come at once. It's a matter of life and death. I have a carriage waiting.
All right, all right. I'll be down immediately. I closed the window, scribbled a note to my wife, grabbed my coat and hat and my bag, and a few minutes later I stepped out of the front door and closed it behind me. The carriage was standing at the curb, but I couldn't see any trace of the lady who'd called me. The only person in sight was an old and repulsive-looking bigger woman, dressed in rags and tatters. After a moment of bewilderment, I spoke. My good woman, did you see a lady leave here a moment ago?
No, doctor, she didn't leave. She's still waiting for you.
Oh, forgive me, madam, but the clothes are yours. I thought you were a beggar woman.
There isn't any time to discuss that now. Please get in this carriage.
But where's the driver?
I'm going to drive. Please get in.
Very well, very well. It's only business. Are you sure that you can handle those horses, madam?
Of course I can.
You should tell me the way you're driving, ma'am.
Please don't ask me any more questions, doctor.
You'll find out soon enough.
Come on.
Oh, thank heavens we've finally reached our destination. Must have driven halfway across London.
Oh, hello.
Must be somewhere down near the river. No dwelling places here. Nothing but enormous warehouses. Why have we stopped here, madam?
This is where we're going. Please follow me down these steps.
I wish you'd tell me where you're taking me.
We have a.
Club here in the basement. You'll see for yourself in a moment.
It's a very solid-looking door. How do you propose to get past it?
I'll show you.
It must be a very secret club of yours, madam.
It is, doctor.
Oh, Knox.
Number seven.
Give the password.
To the lanterns.
You may enter.
Follow me, Doctor.
Madam, I don't wish you'd tell me where you're taking me. This looks like the entrance to an opium den or a thief's kitchen.
Don't worry, Doctor. You're in no danger.
There.
Does that look like a thief's kitchen?
Great Scott, I don't believe my eyes. A luxuriously furnished room. What a strange collection of people. Some look like beggars, others in full evening dress.
Amazing.
Number seven. Who is this man? He's a doctor.
I went to fetch him.
I thought I said there would be no strangers inside here.
Now, look here, my good man. I've been extremely patient, but my temper's beginning to wear a little thin. Either let me see your patient at once or show me out. My time's valuable and I don't propose to waste it.
I'm sorry, doctor. Where is Julian?
He's in the back room. And if you know what's good for you, doctor, whatever you call yourself... You'll forget everything you see in here.
Stop threatening me, sir. I'm not the least interested in your blasted club. Just take me to the patient.
This is the man we want you to examine, doctor.
What happened?
He fell down the stairs leading into the club room.
Why did you move him?
We wanted him to be comfortable.
It's the worst thing in the world you could have done. Never move a person with an injured skull.
Is he... Is he going to be all right, doctor?
No, madam, I'm afraid he isn't. His neck's broken. He's dead. Huh?
Julian, dead.
You sure of that, doctor?
Of course I'm sure of it, my good man. I'm afraid you need an undertaker, not a doctor.
We must tell the others. All right, quiet, everybody.
Quiet.
Quiet.
Julian is dead.
Julian?
Julian dead?
Oh, this is terrible. Who is this man?
He's a doctor.
We'd better get him out of here at once.
We don't want any strangers nosing about.
That's right, though.
He shouldn't have brought him here anyway. Now, just a minute, just a minute. I assure you, ladies and gentlemen, I haven't the slightest desire to stay here one moment longer. If you'll direct me to the door again, madam, I'll try to find a cab myself in this godforsaken district and go home.
Show him out and give him his money.
Follow me, please.
I'm delighted to.
Do you mind if I don't drive you.
Home, doctor? Oh, no, I should prefer it. My nerves aren't in the best of shape.
You mustn't be angry with me, Doctor, please.
Leaving again, number seven.
No, but this gentleman is. Will you see if you can find a cab for him?
Right.
To whom shall I send in my bill, madam?
Oh, here's a five-pound note. That should cover your time and trouble, shouldn't it?
No, no, no, it's far too much, madam.
No, Doctor, it's late at night and it hasn't a very pleasant case for you. Please take it.
Oh, it's very generous indeed, but by the way... How did you happen to come to me in the first place?
I was driving about looking for a doctor, and a policeman directed me to your house.
Oh, I see.
I have found a cab for you.
Thank you, my man. Thank you.
Oh, doctor, may I come round in the morning for a death certificate?
Of course, of course. You remember my address?
Yes, but I don't know your name.
Watson.
Dr. Watson.
Dr.
Watson? Not the Dr. Watson who's associated with Sherlock Holmes?
Madam, I... That is that you know of me.
Good night, Doctor. Then please forget about everything you've seen here tonight.
Well, upon my soul, what an amazing business. Holmes will be interested to hear about this. And that's the way.
It was, Holmes.
One of the most curious adventures I ever had without you.
Very interesting, Watson. You say this underground cellar was luxuriously furnished.
Yes, and the people there were an amazing mixture. Some were in rags and some in evening dress.
Like the nursery rhyme, eh? Some in rags and some in tags and some in built gowns.
Exactly. I had a feeling that I was taking part in a story out of the Arabian Nights. I must say, though, I was pretty angry at the time. However, after a good night's rest, I feel quite differently this morning. I thought I'd just drop round and tell you all about it.
I'm glad you did, my dear fellow. It would be interesting to see if any repercussions of your strange adventure reaches.
Oh, I doubt it. The woman seemed frightened to death when I mentioned your name.
We shall see. Meanwhile, I'm expecting a client. You're not too busy. Perhaps you can stay.
No, I'd like to very much. Who is it? You know?
This telegram will tell you much more than I can. Arrived an hour ago.
Let's have a look. He at your lodging this morning to discuss our problem. Signed, A.M.S.
Huh.
Put a high-handed message, be at your lodgings. Oh, please. What's the first A-M-S stand for?
I was just toying with that problem when you arrived.
Could it be the American Medical School?
No, no, there's no such body. It's the American Medical Association.
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
The imperious tone of the message inclines me to believe that the A stands for amateur.
Very possibly. Amateur Oscar Society.
Or the amateur... Murderers? That would be a nice thought, wouldn't it? They're representative now, no doubt, to save us further guesswork.
Holmes, it looks like the same carriage that I drove in last night. The girl standing on your doorstep dressed to the height of fashion.
Mrs.
Hudson's letting her in. Splendid.
It seems that we have not heard the end of your adventure. Go and meet the lady at the top of the stairs, will you? Will she happen to save Mrs. Hudson's legs?
Right you are, Holmes. Thank you, Mrs.
Hudson.
Thank you.
All right.
Come in, madam. Would you come in?
Thank you, Dr. Watson.
Mr.
Sherlock Holmes.
At your service, madam. Won't you sit down?
I'm Lady Dorothy Brownlee.
It's your voice. You're the lady who fetched me last night dressed up as a beggar woman.
Yes, I am, Dr.
Watson.
Forgive me for being so mysterious at the time.
Doubtless you have come to consult me regarding last night's unfortunate accident at the Amateur Mendicant Society.
Did you know what the initials stood for, Mr. Holmes?
Well, after hearing Dr. Watson's story of last night's happenings, the connotation seemed obvious. Am I right? Perfectly.
Last night, when Dr. Watson told us Julian was dead, we.
Thought it was an accident.
And now you think it is a murder, eh? Lady Bromley, if you expect my help, there must be no more mystery. Just what is amateur mendicant society?
I'm afraid it'll be a little hard for you to understand our motives. We're a group of people... rather wealthy people, I suppose, who find pleasure in deliberately leading a seamy life disguised as beggars. We use the basement that you were in last night, Doctor, as our headquarters. We keep our beggars there and change out of them before they go home.
What a fantastic idea.
What a futile, worthless, but a leisure time, Lady Conway.
I suppose it must seem so, Mr.
Holmes.
But we're curious to learn how the other half lives. Of course, there's a certain thrill in rubbing shoulders with the police. At least we do some good.
Indeed.
I should be interested to learn how.
Oh, the money we make as beggars we give to charity.
Oh, do you really? And you feel that this gesture on your part absolves you from any responsibility to the real beggars whose livelihood you are impairing?
I hadn't thought of it just like that.
No.
Then I suppose you won't want.
To help us.
Oh, that's quite another matter, madam. As a professional detective, I cannot afford to be a moralist. Yes, I will investigate this case for you, though I warn you my fee will be an extremely high one.
Money isn't important, Mr. Holmes, as long as we can solve Julian's death without bringing the police into the case.
Lady Brownlee, who is the dead man, the man you refer to as Julian?
Julian Trapper, the poet. He was the one who started our society.
Yes, I think I've read some of his work. Decadent. Distinctly decadent.
Well, what makes you think that he was murdered, Lady Brownlee?
Laugh, you left last night, Dr.
Watson.
There was a terrible scene.
Do you remember Sidney Holt?
Was he the big fellow who was so unpleasant to him?
Yes, that's the one.
Oh, do I remember him?
He said that he saw Lord Cecil deliberately trip Julian as he came to the head of the staircase.
Oh, Lord Cecil being.
Lord Cecil Dierenforth, son of the Earl of Mearsham.
Oh, yes.
There was a bitter argument. Cecil accused Sidney of doing the same thing. Then they had a dreadful fight. It ended up with Cecil threatening to go to the police. So that's when we decided to send a telegram to.
You, Mr.
Holt.
Oh, yes, yes, I see.
So the.
Proof of murder depends on such flimsy evidence as to whether the dead man fell or, well, should we say, was pushed.
It seems like.
Mr.
Holmes, even though you did approve, please help us, won't you?
Yes, Lady Brownlee, I will.
Then you come back with me now to our headquarters.
I shall join you in the hour. In the meantime, my old friend Dr. Watson can go with you.
But, Holmes, what can I do without you?
You know my efforts, old chap. Act accordingly.
Very well, Mr.
Holmes.
But you promise you'll be there?
I promise you that I will be there, madam.
Thank you so much, Mr. Holmes. We'll be expecting you.
Come on, Doctor. Well, I'll just get my hat and coat.
Holmes, what are you up to?
Go with her and ask no more questions. I shall join you within the hour.
Holmes, there's a glint in your eye. I don't think you believe me, Doctor.
Of course I don't, Watson.
Well, then what?
Then go with her, old fellow, and keep your wits about you. The game's afoot.
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The Amateur Mendicant Society, a group of wealthy eccentrics who pose as beggars, have come to Sherlock Holmes and Dr.
Watson with a problem.
One of their members has apparently been murdered, and the famous pair have been asked to investigate the killing. As we rejoin our story, Dr. Watson, still awaiting the arrival of the great detective, is cross-questioning three of the members at the headquarters of this unusual society.
I don't find your story very convincing.
Oh, don't you now? Well, then suppose you stop asking questions until Sherlock Holmes gets here. He's the man who engaged to settle this business, not you. We're paying for his offices, not those of his assistant. Mr.
Holmes asked me to conduct this preliminary investigation, my good man. I'm perfectly familiar with his methods. So keep a civil tongue in your head if you want us to continue with this case.
I'm not answering any more questions till he gets here.
Lord Cecil, you say that you saw Holt deliberately trip the dead man as he came down the stairs last night. Yes, I did. Well, where were you standing, sir? At the head of the staircase.
Holt was beside me, and as Julian came by, he deliberately.
Excuse me, please.
Excuse me, number 11.
Excuse me.
What is it?
There is a strange man just come in. He is dressed as you when you work, but I do not remember to have seen him here before. He speak very rough. Did he give the correct signal? Yes, and the password.
He must be a new member.
I suppose we better see him. Bring him in. Bad time for him to come here. Can't find him. This way, please.
Tommy, what a nice place you got here.
Yeah, what a nice place.
Certainly do yourselves proud, don't you?
Who are you, and how did you get in here? I'll give you a signal in the password, just like Julian told me to. Are you a friend of Julian's?
Of course I am.
You're coming to meet him here to die.
Who are you, really?
Are we all friends here? Yes, you can talk freely. And permit me to introduce myself. I am Don Luis Jose Fernando de las Torres at your service.
Why? Why do you want a joint?
When Julian told me about it, well, it tickled my, how do you say, my funny bone?
Uh-huh.
It is a so charming idea to see one of those of mendicancy.
I suppose he's all right.
Of course I'm all right. Now, where is Julian, please? He will vouch for me.
He's in the other room. Is that an accident?
An accident? Not a bad one, I hope?
A very bad one.
Dr.
Watson, you better take him in there and break the news to him.
Follow me, sir.
This is terrible. Please tell me what happened, doctor.
I'm afraid you must prepare yourself for a shock, sir. Your friend is dead.
His neck was broken last night in some brawl.
Yes, except that I do believe it was an accident, Watson.
Holmes!
Quiet, old chap, quiet.
But not quietly enough, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Come on, come back to the others and let all take a look at you. Come on, get moving, both of you. This isn't a pop gun in my hands.
Sorry, Holmes, I gave the whole thing away.
It's all right, old chap.
Oh, Cecil, Dorothy, come here. I want you to take a look at the great Sherlock Holmes. Walked into our trap just like any stupid policeman. I don't know why you had to dress up to do it, though, Mr.
Holmes.
We were waiting for you here anyway, you know.
Oh, I was well aware of that, Mr.
Holt.
You see, I knew I was walking into a trap.
How did you know that, Mr.
Holmes?
Lady Brownlee, the story you brought to us today was so obviously a false one. Just as there is no amateur mendicant society.
Who are they, Holmes? Go ahead, Mr.
Holmes. Let's see how much you really do know.
Yes, go ahead.
Why should I tell you what you already know? Go on, talk if you know what's good for you. Oh, you're so persuasive, aren't you, Mr.
Holmes?
Very well. Undoubtedly, Julian Trevor's death last night was an accident. You fetched the doctor, Lady Brownlee, a very natural move, and later discovered that the doctor in question was the old friend of Sherlock Holmes... We were all afraid that I would become interested in your unusual society, and so you invented that very thin story about the accident being a murder. You wanted to lure me here so that I could be disposed of, and you could all continue your nefarious works without hindrance.
Well, now aren't we clever. What is our nefarious work, may I ask?
Your password gave me a clue. For the lanterns. By the French revolutionists. They strung the aristocrats up on the lampposts. Then again, the combination of Curious costumes and a luxurious establishment in a low-class area posed another question. What political belief provides a common meeting ground for misguided aristocrats and dangerous commoners? And how did you answer that question? Oh, very simple, my dear sir.
One word.
Nihilism. Its doctrine of assassination and overthrow of government would find every chance of being put into practice by all of you at the forthcoming jubilee celebrations to be held here in London. And also would account for your beggar's clothes. A beggar would have greater freedom of movement in account than an ordinary person. You're a clever man, Mr.
Holmes.
Too bad you'll have to die.
I'll get the rope.
What are you going to do with him?
Do? Give him a first-hand taste of nihilism, of course. He can't live. They know too much.
You can't possibly do this, you know. The police will track us here.
By the time the police get here, you and your friend Holmes will be blown to kingdom come.
All right.
Hands together, Mr.
Holmes.
That's it.
Ah!
Oh, mind that bandaged wrist of mine. We know it's confounded us all.
Now, isn't that a shame now? Is this any better? Tie up the doctor, Cecil, while I bind Holmes' legs.
With pleasure.
I can't go through with this.
I mean, Dorothy, you can't go through with it.
I can't stand by and see two innocent men murdered.
Don't be a fool, Dorothy. We can't let them live. They know too much.
I don't care.
If you go on with this, I'm going out for the police.
You fool.
Tie her up as well, Cyn.
Leave me alone.
Sit down there beside him. Go on. You're a devil.
Oh, shut up.
Now, Mr.
Holmes, I'm going to fetch a little invention. A little invention I'm sure you'll be interested in.
Mr.
Holmes, it's a pity you and your friend didn't learn to mind your own business.
I'm afraid it's too late to teach an old dog new tricks. It's too late now, at any rate.
Quite comfortable, Dr. Watson? Don't you speak to me, sir. You're a filthy traitor to your country. Rubbish.
Here we are.
An example of Mikhail Petrov's mechanical genius. This bomb will blow the entire building sky high.
Three of you with it.
Now, I'll wind the time clock so. And we'll set the fuse to go off in five minutes. It'll give us plenty of time to get away. So.
Come on, Sidney, let's get out of here.
Right. Charming picture. Three of you bound hand and foot sitting beside each other on the sofa.
Ta-da, Dorothy.
Think of our cause during the five minutes.
And as for you, Mr.
Holmes, and your friend, good riddance to bad rubbish.
Well, Holmes, this looks like the end.
Great sorrow, chap.
I blame myself. I hadn't been so infernally noisy when I recognized you. We wouldn't be in this mess.
It wasn't your fault, old fellow. I think they suspected me anyway.
I must say, it seemed to me that you told them a great deal more than was necessary about your suspicions. Surely you could have pretended ignorance.
I suppose I could have done.
I can't die yet.
I'm not ready to die. By the way, was I right in assuming that your associates are nihilists?
Of course they are. They're planning to assassinate the Prime Minister during the Jubilee celebration.
Prime Minister, great heavens, Holmes, we've got to get free.
Assuming some miracle happened, we did get free and your former associates were arraigned in court. Would you testify against them?
Of course I would. But what chance is there of that?
That clock!
That devilish clock!
Why doesn't it pick me?
If it bothers you that much, Lady Barnaby, I'll stop it for you.
Holmes!
Your hands are free!
Of course they are, my dear fellow. The bandaged wrist I mentioned just now concealed a razor-edged blade. I cut through the ropes almost before our friends had left the room.
Then why did you keep us in the suspense, Mr.
Holmes?
I wanted to be quite sure that you'd testify in the forthcoming trial, madam. There we are. That renders the bomb harmonies.
Ah-ha!
And that means that the police have sprung the trap that I set for your associates, Lady Brownlee. It's lucky for you that you had a change of heart and prevented you from leaving us.
Oh, Mr. Holmes, how could I ever thank you?
Holmes, you had the place surrounded with police when you came in here.
Of course I did, my dear fellow. Here, let me hand you your ropes.
No wonder you were so calm. No wonder you told them so much. You wanted them to show their hands.
Precisely, old fellow.
And they obliged me most satisfactorily. They attempted a horrible murder... They are self-confessed anarchists, and with the evidence of Lady Brownlee, I'm sure that we can put them where they all belong. Considering it's barely noon, I think you'll agree, Watson, that is a very comprehensive morning's work.
Doctor, tell the truth.
Were you scared waiting for that time bomb to go off?
Scared, my boy? I was so scared that to this day I can't stand being in the same room with a loud ticking clock. The tick of the clock seems to speak to me. Seems to say, tick-tock, this is the end. Tick-tock, this is the end. The clock ever speak to you like this? Well, yes, Doctor. How did you know?
Well, what the clock say to you?
Tick-tock.
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Watson, what adventure are you planning to tell us next week?
Well, next week, Mr. Foreman, I'm going to tell you a story of old Vienna. The Vienna of sparking lights, beautiful women, and lilting music. And of an extraordinary murder that takes place to the compliment of a Mozart sonata.
Boy, that sounds like a thriller.
I'll see you for sure next week.
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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 Five Orange Pips.
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