Watson,
what is the medical term for an obsession?
I feel you see,
that I must lay to rest a ghost
which has haunted me for some time.
I shall be away for several weeks
in the highlands.
Meanwhile, your patience might be encouraged
by seeing you more often in your consulting room.
What about Baker Street?
Poste Restante, Diogenes Club,
and the regulars, you know my methods.
I shall be watching you
with my third eye.
One hundred and ten carats, sir.
Bigger than the Hope diamond,
bigger even than the Koh-l-Noor.
No wonder the froggies are anxious to get it back.
Closing in 10 minutes, sir.
Gerald!
This is my sister Agnes.
Do you not perceive
a strong family resemblance between us?
It's the bone structure.
Peculiar to the Garridebs
be they male or female don't you know?
And this is Emily.
We're descended from good Anglo-Saxon stock.
Ancient blood courses through our veins.
I'm relieved to hear it,
oh, do, please do sit down.
Did you say Garrideb?
Doctor, I'm not in the habit of repeating myself.
She's not in the habit of repeating herself.
I've just said that, Agnes dear.
My sister is a little hard of hearing, don't you know?
One of my university lectures
was called Garrideb.
He remembers you, Dr. Watson.
You're related?
He is our brother, Nathan
and the only reason for our presence here today.
He's ill?
Not inordinate.
No.
Well, are either of you ladies ill?
Ah, not inordinately.
Not of any sort.
My sister and I have followed a strict regime
of clean, healthy living
since we were young girls.
My father wouldn't allow it.
And we insist that all our gentlemen do the same.
Your gentlemen?
Our gentlemen tenants, Dr. Watson.
Oh, I see you rent rooms?
Not to anybody, you understand?
My sister and I are most particular
about who we have under our roof,
isn't that so, Emily?
I don't quite follow,
if no one is ill,
why do you come to see me?
I thought that was obvious, Doctor.
We have a case for Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
Mycroft, wake up.
Cantlemere?
We don't often see you here at the Diogenes.
Have you spoken to your brother as requested?
Alas, no.
Well, I don't need to remind you
from whence the request came.
It is the Prime Minister's personal wish
that your brother should employ his detective skills,
find the Mazarin diamond
and return it to White Hall without delay.
I'm rather afraid Sherlock's unavailable
at the present time.
Unavailable?
Inconvenient I know,
but he's engaged in another case
up in the highlands,
don't expect to be back for about a week.
Not good enough Mycroft,
you really must try
and keep your brother on a shorter leash.
Do you know the history of the Mazarin Diamond?
Yes, of course I do,
it was named after
Cardinal Jules Mazarin,
a Chief Minister
during the reign of Louis the XIV,
it belongs now to Majesty of the Queen.
Yes, but it is soon to be returned to France
where it belongs as a goodwill gesture
on the part of the British people
and I think you'll agree that such a gesture
can only help to cement
the relationship between our two countries.
To go back on our word now
could spell diplomatic disaster.
The Prime Minister has asked that your brother
investigate this case
and Mr. Holmes has
never, ever let him down.
My dear Horatio,
if Sherlock were here,
I'm sure he'd be
more than delighted to assist.
At least, I think he would.
But he's not here you see,
so he can't,
but I could,
illuminate me.
He came to the house yesterday.
Who did?
The American.
An American came to your house
to visit your brother
and offered him a large sum of money?
Five million dollars.
Five million dollars?
Fifteen million dollars
to be divided between three people.
With the same name, Garrideb.
But only male Garridebs can share the fortune.
Like my brother.
And the American.
But it's as plain as a pikestaff, Doctor.
(knock on door)
He's not a real Garrideb at all.
Oh, he says he is
but we know otherwise, don't we, Emily.
You do, how?
Bone structure.
He simply doesn't have it.
No.
Of course.
Bone structure.
Whoever it is,
the man's an absolute cad.
Mycroft, think of the country.
Imagine if the Mazarin Diamond was never found.
Or turns up again
in a variety of different shapes.
Now, ladies, if you'll excuse me
there are patients waiting to be seen.
Here is our card, Doctor.
You will speak on our behalf,
won't you, Doctor, please?
I'll do what I can.
Five million dollars,
thank you for listening, Doctor.
Come along, Agnes.
He's not as intelligent as I thought he'd be.
The name Garrideb
will almost certainly mean nothing to you
but I feel I should relay the particulars
of a most extraordinary tale.
How long had the diamond been exhibited
before its theft?
Nearly 10 years.
Inside the same glass case?
Yes, as far as we know.
Has this lock ever been changed?
The whole gate would have to be replaced, Mr. Holmes,
nothing was left to chance.
Inspector, whoever took the diamond
was able to walk in here
without any apparent difficulty
since there were no marks or scratches on the lock
to suggest it was forced,
we may safely conclude
the thief had a key.
Once inside,
it would've been the work of a moment
to smash the case
and remove the stone.
I gather you were unconscious at the time of the theft,
is that correct?
That's right, sir.
So?
Well, I was just seeing out the last of the public
and getting ready to lock up for the night
when he came at me.
You saw him?
No, sir,
before I could turn around
he clobbered me and I went down.
You seem confident
that your attacker was a male
who acted alone.
Oh, I suppose so, sir,
although I couldn't swear to it.
As far as I knew
the Count had gone
and the museum was empty.
The Count?
The Count Sylvius
was the last member of the public
to leave the building before the attack happened.
Count Negreto Sylvius
We've spoken to him,
he remembers seeing nothing untoward.
He would.
And the Commissioner himself
has asked me not to pursue that line of inquiry.
Count was lucky, sir.
If he strayed any longer,
he might've got clobbered as well.
Here he is Nathan.
Oh, dear.
Oh, he hasn't has he?
Yes, he has.
Young Watkins,
nice to see you after all these years.
Pay no regard, Doctor.
Well, sit you down, sit you down, young Watkins.
A species of the family, vespertilionidae.
I found him in a subterranean cavern
in my travels in Sofala in Southeast Africa
in my younger days.
I don't get out much now of course
hands and legs aren't what they were.
Nathan,
Dr. Watson is acting for Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
He's come to talk about the other Mr. Garrideb,
not your hands and legs.
Oh, there it is,
tell him what the American told us.
Our visitor started by explaining
that anyone from Kansas
in the United States of America
would recognize the name
Alexander Hamilton Garrideb.
He had no kith nor kin
but he took a kind of pride
in the queerness of the name
and that's what brought us together.
One day I had a visit from the old man.
He was tickled to death
to find someone else with the same name
and dead set on finding out
if there were any other Garridebs in the world
so he asked me to find him another.
I said I was a busy man
and couldn't spend my life
hiking around the world
in search of other Garridebs.
But when he died
about a year later
he left behind the queerest will
ever filed in the state of Kansas.
His property was divided into three parts
of which I was to have one,
on condition
that I found two Garridebs
who would share the remainder,
five million dollars each if it's a cent.
But we can't lay a finger on it
until we all three stand in a row.
I don't believe a word of it.
Sir, there isn't one
in the whole of the United States.
I went through it with a fine-tooth comb
and never a Garrideb could I catch.
Then I decided to try the old country
and sure enough,
there was your name
in the London telephone directory,
Three adult men sir.
That's what it specified
in Alexander Hamilton Garrideb's will.
Two down,
one to go,
five million dollars,
hallelujah.
Unparalleled good fortune.
Female relatives are disqualified,
surely there must be
some other Garridebs in the world.
What do you think?
Well, do you believe this man's story, Mr. Garrideb?
Oh, without a doubt,
he had an honest face.
Oh, really,
the man's a rogue.
Your sisters think otherwise.
Emily and Agnes are inclined
to read too much romantic fiction
and inclined to find shadows
where there should only be light.
Nonsense.
Well thank you for explaining Mr. Garrideb.
It's been a great pleasure to see you again, sir.
Nathan, oh you're so...
Well you'll just have to draw your own conclusions.
If as seems probable
this American Garrideb is a rogue
then you may already have seen the last of him
but please, please let me know
if there are any further developments.
Oh, we shall.
Goodbye, sir.
Good day, to you then, young Watkins.
Poppycock and balderdash.
Just think what I could do
with five million dollars,
I've got the nucleus
of a national collection.
I shall be the Harris Sloan of my age.
Mycroft, Holmes,
well, well,
first the police
and now you.
You've come to find where I am hiding the Mazarin stone?
I didn't expect a confession, Count.
Then you won't be disappointed.
Please, if you wish.
Be careful,
it's a hair trigger.
They were a gift
from the Princess of Wales.
Such balance,
such workmanship.
A beautiful thing,
it's strangely in the wrong hand.
Yes, she is extraordinarily beautiful.
She?
The diamond.
Oh.
I must say I'm surprised no one has been tempted
to steal her away from Whitehall before.
I'm sure the temptation was there, Count.
All that was lacking was audacity and opportunity.
Ah, audacity and opportunity
and motive.
Avariciousness and greed are motives, Count,
I'm sure you're familiar with them.
The police are satisfied
that I was away from the building
when the theft occurred.
Que sera sera.
I'm following my own line of inquiry
as my brother did with Miss Minny Warrendove
when she accused you
of stealing her jewels.
My conscience is clear.
Our past is an unresolved dual Mycroft.
You may hold some personal grievance against me
but that gives you no right
to sully my good name and reputation.
This is between us, Count,
you and me.
Oh do forgive me,
it's a hair trigger.
Should I wait?
No, no that won't be necessary.
Very well then.
Walk on.
My dear Holmes,
I agree that five million dollars
is an impossibly generous offer.
For the sake of my old tutor,
I hope it doesn't prove to be false.
I'm sorry to disturb you, Doctor,
there's a Mr. Garrideb to see you.
Thank you, Mrs. Hudson,
show him in.
Forgive me, I was expecting someone else.
Mr. Nathan Garrideb I suppose.
You must be, Dr. Watkins.
Close.
What can I do for you Mr. Garrideb?
For a start you can stop interfering in matters
that don't rightly concern you.
I'm sorry.
I saw the old man and his sisters today
and they told me
you were acting on behalf of Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
That's no reflection on you, Mr. Garrideb.
Mr. Holmes and I have means of getting information,
which is not normally available to the public.
I don't want the police
butting into a private matter.
But surely the sooner we find
a third male Garrideb
the better for all concerned.
Well, that puts it different.
If you're content to help us find the third man,
well, I can't see any harm in that.
I hope I put your mind at rest, Mr. Garrideb.
John Garrideb,
I'm sorry if I was
a bit short with you back there, Dr. Watkins?
Watson, it's quite all right.
I'm fairly new to this country
and haven't gotten used to your English ways yet.
I guess I must seem impatient
to a man like yourself,
urbane and unsophisticated.
Good luck with your search, Mr. Garrideb,
I'll be in touch
if I discover anything useful.
Much obliged, Doctor,
much obliged.
John Garrideb has an English coat
frayed at the elbow and trousers,
bagged at the knees with at least a year's wear.
Despite what he says
I'll wager that he hasn't just arrived in this country.
You would hardly refuse to trade
with someone who possessed a diamond
of exceptional quality?
That depends Mr. Mycroft.
Oh, on what?
The providence of the diamond of course.
Oh.
It's legality.
Even if it were brought to you
by a respectable member of society?
Her majesty could offer me the crown jewels
and I'd still refuse to do business with her.
Um-huh.
Strange to think
that pieces of crystallized carbon
could be the cause of
such great human happiness and tragedy.
Some things are better said in private, Mr. Mycroft.
You do understand?
I think we understand each other,
you have a reputable business,
you can't afford to make mistakes.
Lakhime.
You were offered a diamond?
Yes.
I was interested of course,
he was willing to pay a lot of money.
Who was?
Tell me.
The Count.
And his name?
Count Sylvius.
Hmm, well that's no good to me, lkey
I need them within two days.
With the greatest respect, sir,
only Roger Presbury
could've cut your diamond in less than a week
and he took his skills with him to the grave.
Well, then I better find someone alive
to do the work while there is still time.
What can you do?
Who was Roger Presbury?
Ah, a true genius.
In his hands a lifeless, shapeless stone
became a living, breathing work of art.
Diamonds were his life.
And his death.
Indeed, he was murdered five years ago
during a quarrel about some gems.
Ah, such a tragedy.
Did you see the Count's diamond?
Alas, no,
but he did give me a description of it.
He described a round stone
of finest purity and color,
approximately 100 carats in weight.
A hundred and ten, Mr. Mycroft,
but a little too close for comfort
to a description of the Mazarin stone.
I've taken up enough of your time.
Not at all Mr. Mycroft, sir,
not at all.
Ladies.
Ladies, I've got news.
Ladies, tell your brother I've got good news.
Your antipathy for the Count is well known
unlike your reasons.
He brings the higher echelons of our society
into disrepute.
In your opinion.
Oh, I suppose you realize
that the Count is among the guests at a levee
at St James's Palace tomorrow morning
Ha, he should be serving a prison sentence.
And the Prince and Princess of Wales
are unlikely to entertain
suspected criminals, are they?
Drive on, George.
Enchanting.
You are an incorrigible flatterer,
Count Sylvius
Bertie would be most disturbed
if he knew of your attention.
Your most humble servant, ma'am.
A beautiful thing
fits strangely in the wrong hand.
There.
Howard Garrideb constructor of agriculture machinery.
Binders, reapers, steam and hand plows,
drills, harrows,
farmer's carts, buckboards,
and all other appliances.
Estimates for artesian wells,
apply Grovner Buildings Aston.
John, Nathan and now Howard.
The third Garrideb.
Read the advertisement again, Doctor.
And look at the spelling.
Howard Garrideb, constructor of agriculture machinery.
Binders, reapers, steam and hand plows,
And how do you spell plows?
P-l-o-w-s, oh, it's American spelling.
Well, it could be a printer's error.
Oh, buckboards,
Artesian wells
in Birmingham.
So you're implying
that this advertisement
has been written by an American
John Garrideb?
So this Howard Garrideb
simply doesn't exist.
And yet he asked Nathan to meet him in his office
alone tomorrow night in Birmingham.
Now something is wrong, Doctor,
terribly wrong.
Count Negreto Sylvius,
game shot, sportsman,
man about town,
confidence trickster.
Please, sir, would...
There it is.
And now diamond thief.
I'll have him.
You can't go in there.
It's quite all right, Mrs. Hudson.
Dr. Watson.
The Count is expected.
Well, you might have warned me.
I want to talk to this man in private.
Stay where you are, Watson.
You have gone out of your way to annoy me.
You have set your creatures upon my track.
My creatures?
I assure you, no.
Two days ago it was a cabman,
today some booming old fool at the palace.
You give my little impersonations
too much praise.
So,
you admit that you have dogged me,
why?
I want the Mazarin stone.
You've come here to find out how much I know
and how far my removal
is absolutely essential
and I know everything
except one thing
which you are now about to tell me.
Where is the Mazarin stone?
Well, how in the devil
should I be able to tell you where she is?
Do you know what's kept in this notebook, Count?
You, you're all here,
every action of your
vile and dangerous life.
You know, you'll make nothing of that.
Here is the robbery on the Tran De Lucs to the Riviera
and here oh,
the same year, Count,
is the forged check to the Credit Lyonnais.
No, you are wrong there.
Then I'm right on the others.
Now Count,
you are a card player,
when the other fellow has all trumps
it saves time to put down one's hand.
What has all this to do with the Mazarin stone?
I have the cabby who took it to Whitehall
and brought you away again.
I have the attendant
who saw you looking over the jewel case.
I have the jeweler
who refused to cut the stone up.
That's the hand I play from.
But one card is missing,
the queen of diamonds.
You're wasting time if you believe I have her.
Continue to dog me if it amuses you,
it don't amuse me.
But remember, hair trigger.
How can he hoped to dispose of it?
The jeweler said it would take weeks
to cut up the stone.
Only a man called Presbury
could do it in less time
and he's dead.
But the man who killed him
may still be alive.
What does he mean by hair trigger?
He means I won't die in my bed.
These are postmortem photographs
of Roger Presbury,
rather unpleasant, I'm afraid.
You must be used to such sights, Doctor?
Oh, yes, indeed.
And what can you tell us of his murderer, Inspector?
A man called Winter,
I've got his photograph here
in our rogue's gallery somewhere.
Found guilty of manslaughter,
sentenced to five years,
oh, released two months ago.
Here he is,
a native of Chicago,
James Winter,
alias Morecroft,
alias Evans,
alias...
John Garrideb.
The man you know as John Garrideb
once worked for Roger Presbury.
It's quite extraordinary, it really is.
Get away with you, get away.
Get away, get away,
get out of the way.
Be off,
be off,
officer.
My dear Watson,
Presbury dead five years,
identify Garrideb's lodger, Holmes.
Mycroft.
My God,
I thought it was you.
This is proof he feels my boot
very close to his backside.
It must be very wearisome for you
trying to keep this place tidy, Mrs. Hudson.
My sister and I are quite used to clutter.
It seems that this John Garrideb is an impostor,
his name is Winter.
I told you, Emily.
I didn't like his eyes.
It was the bone structure, dear.
He simply didn't have it.
A telegram arrived a moment ago.
Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.
Now ladies, please,
Please come to workshop,
urgent information lkey.
It is very important
that you tell me about your American lodger
and why he left your household.
Well, he didn't leave,
he simply disappeared.
Do you remember when?
When?
Oh, dear,
four or five years ago,
isn't that right, Emily?
Give or take a few months, yes, dear.
Then your brother took over his room?
How clever of you to know that, Doctor.
Miss Garrideb,
Miss Garrideb
and Miss Garrideb,
Watson, would you be good enough
to escort these ladies home.
I have urgent business to attend to.
I'll follow you later.
I'll try to persuade Nathan
not to travel to Birmingham.
We should be so grateful.
It could cause irreparable damage to his health.
Forgive me, ladies,
two of the finest detectives
it's ever been my privilege to meet.
Oh, such a card.
I really am very sorry.
What's done is done, Mr. Mycroft.
Van Seddar is in London,
he plans to return to Amsterdam
before tomorrow night.
Who is Van Seddar?
He has a boat down on the Tames,
I don't know where.
He will take...
he will take the Mazarin stone to Amsterdam.
Are you sure the stone hasn't been cut?
Ah, well, you see,
it can be cleaved,
split down the grain with a single blow.
Would Presbury's assistant
have the necessary skill
to cleave a large diamond?
He may convince others that he has,
but not me.
The man is a criminal, Mr. Garrideb.
But he doesn't exist.
Oh.
Poppycock and balderdash.
He doesn't exist.
We've been trying to tell you that,
haven't we, Emily?
Nonsense, you're jealous
because I'm about to be handed five million dollars.
I have no right to indulge
but it's my professional advice, Mr. Garrideb
that you should not travel to Birmingham.
Out of my way, young Watkins,
unless you wish to be trampled underfoot.
When I return tomorrow,
I shall be a wealthy man,
Houston.
Doctor, my sister and I will have to retire shortly.
We have plenty of spare beds
if you wish to sleep, Doctor.
No, no, please, please
don't worry about me, Miss Garrideb,
I'll just stay there.
Oh, well then,
plenty of cushions.
Let's plump them up a little more comfortable,
I'm sure.
No, no please don't let me...
don't let me keep you awake.
I'll just draw the curtains for you, Doctor.
Oh, no, please, please, it's fine.
You will help yourself to tea and cake, won't you, Doctor.
Thank you very much.
Or there's a little sherry if you prefer,
don't hesitate.
In fact I might just...
Come along, Emily dear.
I bid you goodnight then, Doctor.
Goodnight.
All clear.
Yes.
Splendid.
What an extraordinary room.
I'm afraid Mr. Garrideb is on his way to Birmingham.
Oh, that's excellent.
This is much more serious than I thought, Watson.
You may need this.
Dowse the candles, Watson.
Is that sherry?
Yes.
Not bad this sherry.
James Winter I presume.
Ah, ah.
Watson!
I'll be all right?
I saw the gun in his hand.
I didn't...
You got the wrong man.
I think not, Mr. Winter.
It was Presbury's idea.
Presbury's dead.
When he was alive, sir.
You've got to believe me.
He went to the museum every week for three years,
all the while figured out a way
to steal the Mazarin stone and hack it up.
Making the duplicate key was easy.
Before he had a chance to use it he died.
He was murdered for that key.
Not by me, sir.
I'm sorry, Doctor.
I told the jury so at the trial.
It was some argument over jewelry
but they didn't believe me.
Did you steal the Mazarin stone?
No, sir, I did not.
I didn't mean to hit you, I'm sorry.
Then who did?
Presbury's murderer,
the only other man
who knew of this plan to steal it
and the only man cool enough
to take a diamond out of Whitehall.
And the man for whom you spent
five years of your life behind bars.
It suited us both to work together.
Please, let me help you.
He could steal it
and I could use Presbury's equipment
to cut it up fast.
But Nathan Garrideb was in the way, hmm?
Yeah, and I was the only one
who knew the location of his workshop.
Can you wonder I wanted to get to it.
And can you wonder when I found this
crazy boob of a bug hunter
squatting right on top of it.
And never quitting his room,
why I had to do all I could to shift him.
Easy.
It would've been a whole lot easier to put him away
but I'm a softhearted guy,
as your Lord Byron said,
"he was the mildest mannered man,
who ever cut a throat."
Where is the Mazarin stone?
My associate is bringing it here with him
but I guess now we'll have to forego cleaving it
before shipping it to Amsterdam.
By Van Seddar?
Yes.
It's already on its way to Amsterdam.
Your associate has betrayed you
just as he's betrayed so many others.
He and I made a deal,
and a gentleman always keeps his word.
Ah.
(unintelligible) Van Seddar.
No, please, please.
Shall I get a doctor, Doctor?
No, no, just get me a towel
and some water, please, thank you.
Your associate has used you, Winter.
He had no intention of allowing you
to cleave the stone.
You'd served your purpose.
Now, where is Van Seddar's boat?
(unintelligible)
Brother mine.
Bravo.