Note these grind cuts on her feet.
She used them, without shoes,
to break a window in her prison,
and then used the shards of broken glass
to free herself from her bounds.
Second story window.
How did you deduce that, Holmes?
Look at these.
She destroyed them sliding down to the ground, probably...
holding onto a drain pipe.
But why should she then suicide, after struggling to free herself?
Elementary, my dear Freud.
Once free, her addiction began to reassert itself.
To satisfy it meant returning to captivity.
There was only one other method
of dealing with her dependence on the drug.
We mustn't take what he says too seriously.
- After all, he's still going... - I know what you're thinking, Doctor.
I doubt the evidence would sustain another interpretation.
He's not that sick.
But if his conclusions are accurate...
It's all right, FrÃ¤ulein Devereux, you're quite safe now.
Oh, Dr. Freud.
Safe...
Oh, my God.
FrÃ¤ulein Devereux.
FrÃ¤ulein Devereux, this is Sherlock Holmes.
Ah, yes...
The great English detective.
How do you do?
FrÃ¤ulein Devereux...
can you recall anything of your abduction?
I was at the station...
On my way to Monte Carlo.
A man arrived with message for me.
A message from whom?
Please feel free to speak, Miss Deveraux...
being an addict myself, I have every sympathy for your condition.
From my friend...
the Baron Von Leinsdorf.
He was planning to join me...
in Monte Carlo...
but it wasn't from him.
It was simply a ruse to draw me out of the station.
Once outside...
I was bundled into a landau with the...
blinds drawn.
I was gagged, tied, blindfolded...
Where I was ta ken, or by whom...
I cannot say.
Or Why?
No idea why.
One last question...
Can you describe your abductor...
the man who approached you in the station?
It was a little man.
Dark haired...
he wore a bowler.
- It was days ago. - I know, I know.
But... try.
His skin was very bad...
pockmarked.
And his teeth were bad too.
He walked with little nervous...
-jumps. - How was he dressed?
Like a tradesman?
I really didn't notice.
I haven't seen him since.
Please...
Gentlemen, would you leave us alone for a few minutes, please?
Of course.
Madam,
your strength is an example to us all.
Now...
we have to begin all over again, Doctor?
Ja.
Are you afraid?
Afraid?
A woman as beautiful as I,
has seen everything fearful by age seventeen.
I'm not afraid, only tired.
Very tired...
Herr Holmes, you will be serving me, Miss Deveraux,
and yourself if you work along with me in this matter.
- It's impossible. - Why?
- Work is the very thing you need. - Dr. Watson is right.
At this point, work will greatly facilitate your cure.
That may well be, but have you considered
the effect my condition might have on Miss Deveraux's case.
No, gentlemen. Having owned my addiction,
I must also own the time in need of constant supervision.
Your hypnotic therapy may be required at any time, Doctor.
In fact I'm not so sure that... I don't need it now.
No, you best hand this matter over to the Viennese police.
A man who believes his mathematics tutor to be the...
- serpent from Eden... - What?
Serpent from Eden?
Is not the person to grapple with the intricacies
of Miss Deveraux's abduction.
But, Holmes, you said yourself the lady's courage was an example.
That I cannot follow, I fear.
- Doctor... - Herr Holmes,
the Vienna police are no better than Scotland Yard.
Now, assume you were concerning yourself with this case...
what would be your next move?
Will you please take me home and hypnotize me.
I tell you I'm having an attack.
I will hypnotize you right here... if you answer my question.
You are blackmailing me into helping your patient?
You are both my patients, and I will decide what is best for both of you.
Now kindly answer my question.
You leave me no choice.
Very well.
My first move, if I were concerning myself with this affair.
Would be to follow that man there.
That man? Why on earth follow him?
- What's he to do with it? - He seems to be waiting for someone.
He's waiting for us. He followed us here from the hospital.
- How do you know that? - Because I saw him!
Now, keep your promise.
Why? Why should he be concerned with us?
Dr. Freud, you see but you do not observe.
A faculty you must cultivate.
Describe that man to me.
- You can see him yourself... - Describe him!
He's wearing a bowler... dressed as a tradesman...
long ragged coat, black shoes,
scarred face...
He's the man who abducted FrÃ¤ulein Devereux.
- Now... will you keep your promise? - Yes.
Devil take him! Come on!
Why a chemist?
Well, think, Watson.
Chemists dispense drugs...
and drugs were the steady diet of our abducted Miss Devereux.
And the likelihood is,
that whoever held her prisoner
knew of her dependence on them... and wished to reestablish it.
See, when somebody has turned into an addict
they turn into a slave.
However, if one is cured by some miracle,
as Miss Deveraux was,
their addiction is very likely a secret confined to the past.
Yet, whoever kidnapped her knew of it.
Somewhat intimately.
However, it's dangerous to theorize in advance of the facts.
Herr Holmes!
Herr Holmes, Dr. Watson will follow that man!
- I will take you home. - No! Come on!
He's playing with us.
Why?
Ought we to let him go?
No.
I must say, he doesn't look the sort to initiate such an abduction.
Doubtless you are correct, Watson.
He is merely a supernumerary in our drama.
Hired by one of the principals.
But who and why? To have her ransomed by her lover?
Do you know the Baron?
Oh, we had the occasion once to play a set of tennis.
Tennis?
- Who won? - Dr. Freud did,
the Baron has no backhand.
No backhand?
That is interesting.
What is this place?
There's no one here.
They're here.
Doctor, I think I have need of your services.
- Now? - If Dr. Freud would be so kind.
I don't know if you can see the watch.
I beg you to try.
Yes, yes... sit, sit. Look at me. Don't cover your face.
Open your eyes!
Concentrate on the watch. Focus on the watch.
As it swings back and forth, I want you to think of nothing else.
Now you are getting drowsy.
Now you are falling asleep.
You are falling asleep.
Now you are asleep.
You are fast asleep and the urge for cocaine is diminishing.
The very thought of cocaine is making you sick...
They are just horses.
They're not just horses.They're the most intelligent horses in the world,
and they've been trained to kill!
- Oh, my God. -Wake up, Holmes!
Bring him out of it, man! Bring him out of it!
Distract the horses. I must have some time.
- Wake up, Herr Holmes, do you hear? - Come on, come on.
Come here. Come on, come on.
Come on.
Wake up, without your craving for cocaine. Wake up.
Are you all right?
- What has happened? - We have entered a trap.
Someone has arranged for us to get trampled to dead.
Come on, come on. Come to me.
Come on, come on.
We must make ourselves a target.
Quickly!
This way!
Stand right where you are. Don't move till I tell you.
Jump!
Watson!
Watson, are you all right?
Very well, thank you.
Hurry, man.The hospital. I fear we may be too late.
Why the hospital?
Is it possible you do not see?
The little man we followed, his job was merely to lead us astray?
I gather his instructions were somewhat more specific,
nevertheless astray will do. It would give them time!
Time to do what?
My dear.
I had no idea.
Oh, darling.
But it's all right now.
Dr. Freud came and told me where you were.
He didn't want me to see you, not for a day or two...
but I couldn't wait.
Oh, Carl.
Oh, if you only knew.
Do not speak about it.
It's all over now.
I have come to take you away.
- But, Dr. Freud said-- - I made him change his mind.
After your terrible ordeal as a prisoner in that warehouse,
the last place you ought to be is a cold, impersonal hospital.
The warehouse.
Yes.
Come on, my darling. It's all over.
Ah, sister.
FrÃ¤ulein Devereux is leaving.
You had better come along with me and see that she is taken care of properly.
Of course, Herr Baron.
Where are you taking me?
Somewhere safe, away from all this.
Is something wrong?
No.
Just give me my ï¬‚owers.
- As I feared. - It's impossible.
Do you see what you've done?
Do you know what havoc you've wrought by forcing me to take this case?
Oh, I bungled it.
Why? Why was I so stupid just to listen to you?
Why do you insist on taking all the blame, Herr Holmes?
What is this egocentric streak of melodrama in you
that does not allow anyone to share in your triumphs or disasters?
I followed the wrong man!
You are a human being, not a machine.
Gentlemen, please, please get a hold of yourselves!
This is not the time to apportion blame!
A woman is in danger.
Women are always dangerous.
Dr. Watson is right.
There's no time for this discussion.
Where can they have taken her?
Not home, certainly.
Perhaps to her original prison.
No, no, no. Out of the question.
They have no way of knowing what she found out about the place
or how much she might have revealed to us.
We know its location, surely.
And that is reason enough for not returning there.
Its location? How do we know that?
Watson, Watson, Watson. She was found on the Olgarten Bridge
after a heroic escape down a drainpipe.
As an addict, how much strength could she have had?
From how far off could she have gone?
- Dr. Freud. -Ja?
What buildings front the Danube Canal by the bridge?
Warehouses.
They won't take her there again.
Well, the situation calls for more than ratiocination.
Doctor, would you kindly return home
and bring Toby?
Ah, yes, Toby. I think perhaps
you should accompany me.
You needn't worry, Dr. Watson will prevent my stealing hospital's
supplies of cocaine.
You underestimate us both, Herr Holmes.
Time is wasting, Doctor! Will you bring the dog here
as fast as you can?
I am on the case, and you have placed me there.
Now you must follow my instructions.
And have the goodness to fetch Dr. Watson's revolver.
I don't think you ought to have spoken to him like that.
No sign of a struggle.
Curious.
Hold on. What's this?
A lily.
Perhaps she had it in her hair.
Hardly with a stem this long, I think.
Watson!
Look at this!
Ingenious creature. She's left us a trail. Come on!
What about Dr. Freud? Shouldn't we wait for him?
To hang, Dr. Freud! Come on!
You see? I was right!
Look there!
There's another, Watson.
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lZITwice, though, loses the spark El
IZI Once, yes, once is delicious IZI
[Z But twice would be vicious IZI
IE Or just repetitious [Z
IE Someone's bound to be scarred [Z
IZI Yes, I know that is hard IE
[Z But no matter the vice IZI
IZI I never do anything twice IZI
IZI Je me souviens the abbot IZI
[Z Who worshipped at my feet [Z
lZI Who dressed me in a wimple and in veils IZI
IZI He made a proposition IZI
IZI Which I found rather sweet IZI
[Z And handed me a hammer and some nails IZI
IZI In time we lay contented IZI
IZI But he began again IZI
IZI By fingering the beads around our waists IZI
IZI I whispered to him then IZI
lZI We'll have to say "amen" IZI
IZI For I had developed more Catholic tastes IZI
IZI Once, yes, once can be nice IZI
IZI Love requires some spice IZI
[Z If you've something in view IE
IZI Something to do, totally new IZI
IZI I'll be there in a trice IZI
IZI But I never do anything twice IZI
Something with red hair, I think.
- What do you feel, old man? - Red hair.
Oh, I definitely fancy red hair tonight.
Not quite your color, madame.
All right.
Mademoiselle, ale.
What you see is what is available.
Wait a minute.
Good evening, gentlemen.
Would you like to have a look?
- Really, madame. - You too.
Watson.
- Watson. - It's nice, isn't it?
Voile, gentlemen.
Here is Chloe.
She has red hair.
Something a little more fiery, don't you think, Watson?
No, I don't see anything in here.
- What's in there? - You can't go in there.
Come on, Watson.
Watson, the queen wouldn't like it.
Through there!
Dr. Freud.
I see.
It's all right, Herman.
Really, gentlemen, for this sort of amusement,
you need not come to my establishment.
How did you get here before us?
By trying to think where they would hide FrÃ¤ulein Devereux if,
as you posited, they would no longer use the original hiding place.
Knowing something of FrÃ¤ulein Devereux's past,
it occurred to me that the safest place to hide a demimonde
might be among a bevy of demimondes.
You are beginning to think like me.
We followed a trail of lilies.
I take it, however, that we have not found FrÃ¤ulein Devereux.
Not FrÃ¤ulein Devereux.
Doctor, please get up from the bed very slowly
and move to one side. Try not to disturb anything.
Watson, lock the door.
She's one of the sisters of mercy at the hospital.
Precisely. She was probably abducted along with Fraulein Devereux
to prevent her describing the men who took her away.
Well done, my dear Doctor.
But it was only one man, not men.
I found no trace of a struggle. The ladies accompanied him willingly.
Why?
Eliminate the impossible, my dear Doctor,
and whatever remains, however improbable,
must be the truth.
- The Baron? - Bravo! Excellent.
Really, Doctor, I must congratulate you. Yes, the Baron.
The only person so intimately connected with Miss Deveraux's present
that he might know something of her past.
He planned to use this stuff to keep her tractable.
But why? Why abduct his own mistress?
We have not yet concluded our examination.
Throat slit, left to right.
It's a ritual slay.
Common in Muslim rites and practices.
Sharp, curved blade.
The body is still warm.
Rigor not yet set in.
Muslims? You mean religious differences at the bottom of all this?
I can't believe it.
Murdering nuns in brothels...
Watson, don't move your foot!
What have we here?
Turkish.
"Latakia."
Many people smoke Turkish cigarettes.
Yes, but only Turks smoke this brand.
The cigarette paper is indigenous to the Ottoman Empire.
Our Turkish tobacco is shipped raw
and processed in Europe and in England.
It must be...
a strand of carpet.
Also Turkish.
I think I know what has become of our Miss Deveraux.
It's only a theory, mind, but I venture to suggest it fits the facts.
Doctor, have you ever heard of the Amin Pasha?
Of course. But what can he have to do with all of this?
Everything, or I am much mistaken.
It is my theory that he was a ardent admirer of our Miss Deveraux.
As I recall, red hair exercises a peculiar fascination for the Pasha.
Circassian women frequently do for Muslims.
No doubt he met her at Monte Carlo, in the company of the Baron.
Holmes, the lady is still in danger.
You mustn't succumb.
Don't worry, Watson. I won't.
Even
- Watson. - Herr Baron.
The revolver.
You will empty your pockets.
Give all the cocaine you brought to Dr. Watson. Watson!
Now, I will make a series of statements,
and you will agree or disagree, depending on their accuracy.
Is that understood?
_ Say Yes! _ Yes!
- The Baron-- - I see everything.
The whole thing turns on two psychological points:
the Baron's compulsive gambling
and the Amin Pasha's fascination for red headed women.
Bravo, Doctor. Your powers of observation and inference
would make you a great detective.
The Baron is a compulsive gambler.
- Yes - He lost a fortune this season
- at Monte Carlo. - Yes.
The Amin Pasha bought up all his outstanding notes
in order to control him completely.
Really, Doctor, you positively scintillate. What next?
He offered to tear up the notes in exchange for FrÃ¤ulein Devereux.
Whom he wish to add to his seraglio.
- His harem. -Yes.
The Baron agreed and hired you to abduct his mistress.
Yes.
Knowing of her former narcotic addiction,
you were instructed to revive it
in order to render her pliant and dependent.
Yes.
So much for the psychological point of view.
It's the next series of steps that confuses me.
Well, if you will permit me, perhaps I can explain them to you.
Shut up!
All that is necessary is to combine your methods and my own.
I am all attention.
The Baron's plan is clear.
In another day or so, he could have turned a perfectly docile woman
over to his creditor.
But she foiled his plans by escaping.
It was then a race to see which of them could recover her first.
The Baron was desperate. Without her, he was lost.
He managed to trace her to the hospital somehow
and was on the point of spiriting away this morning.
It was his black carriage that we passed on our way in.
But something stopped him.
See, I think he recognized you, Doctor,
from your tennis match.
He ascertained, after we left, that we had been to see Miss Deveraux.
It was now essential to get us out of the way for a time,
and this gentlemen here sorted that.
Watson! Grab him!
Sit him down!
Yes.
The Baron abducted her again. This time in person.
And she went willingly enough under the circumstances.
But something arosed her suspicions.
Perhaps it was his insistence that the nun accompany them.
And she left us a trail of ï¬‚owers.
He brought her here to hide while he located the Pasha.
Isn't that true?
- Yes. - But they were probably dogging
his footsteps from the beginning, and this is where they overtook him.
Q.E.D.
The ladies-- They do seem to cause trouble.
Don't they?
Where is the Pasha now?
He told the Baron he was only in the city for a few days.
Something about a government conference in Istanbul.
- What? - What?
Do you recall a Turkish gentleman leaving here?
The Amin Pasha.
Yes, of course I remember him.
Though I have missed him.
He commissioned a special--
He has his own cars, you know.
I put together the train myself, what, three hours ago.
- Bound for Istanbul? - Ja.
We also will commission a special.
That one there, if you don't mind.
Doctor...
there is no need for you to accompany us.
If you'd sooner depart.
I would not.
That woman is my patient.
- Stout fellow. - Good!
- Then we are off! - No, gentlemen, please.
It takes time to commission a train. And money.
And we must telegraph ahead to clear the points.
Watson.
Where was this train originally heading?
- This is the Dresden Local. - It is now the Orient Express.
I'll do it!
All right, she's clear!
Come on, Watson. Let's get some steam up.
Watson, take over.
The man's tired.
We've got to make more steam.
We need your help.
I will not. This is railway property you are stealing.
The Amin Pasha is stealing a woman!
She's been carried out of the country against her will!
Is this true?
And you-- you are the police?
My name is Sherlock Holmes.
Out of the way.
The last of the coal, Holmes.
We have burned everything, Herr Holmes.
I know.
FrÃ¤ulein Devereux is forfeit.
We've lost.
Just a moment.
That isn't true.
Come down, and do likewise!
Oh, no, no, no. Please, gentlemen.
No, no, you must not do that. That is railway property.
- Keep her going! - No, please, gentlemen.
Please, gentlemen.
What are you doing here? Get back to the controls.
Here. Let me help you!
Berger, take these and put them in the firebox.
Don't forget the roof.
Look at this! What are you doing?
Here!
Herr Holmes, look.
The Pasha's special.
Berger, Berger, you're a wizard!
We are right behind them. No more points to switch.
Put on all the steam we have!
Open the valves!
We must catch them before they cross the Danube.
Watson! Watson!
It's the Baron.
They're closing the barriers!
Stop the train!
Ram them.
Sorry!
That's the Baron, all right!
Doubtlessly making sure that his goods arrive in Istanbul undamaged.
- How is he? - Flesh wound. He'll live.
Berger, how can we put on more speed?
Release what we're pulling.
There she goes!
Quickly.
Holmes! Holmes! Look! He's done the same thing!
Fritz, the brake.
Brace yourself!
He's made a fatal mistake.
Fritz, keep her close.
Pour on every ounce you can.
Watson, I'll trouble you for the service revolver.
What will you do?
What I can. Keep her close.
Faster! More speed!
Faster!
Closer!
Bring her closer!
Well, what are you waiting for?
You are very brave with a revolver,
but are you so confident with a saber?
If you want the young woman,
shouldn't we fight for her?
- What are you doing? -To see what's happening.
FrÃ¤ulein Devereux may need me.
- I'm coming with you. - No. Stay here!
Your leg will not bear! Keep watch here!
Shoot, Holmes! Shoot, man!
Shoot!
Stop!
Throw it down, infidel.
They will die to reach you.
Not before you do.
I do not believe in this manner of solving problems,
but you leave me no choice. Call them off.
You haven't the nerve.
I'm finding it.
Tell them to put down their knives.
FrÃ¤ulein Devereux.
Watch your step, Holmes!
More wood, Berger! More wood!
No backhand, Holmes! No backhand!
Are you all right?
Yes, thank you.
Well done, Holmes! Bloody well done!
Life is going to seem very quiet after you've gone, Herr Holmes.
You have important work of your own, I know. We will meet again.
Perhaps.
Doctor.
Ja?
Your hypnotic therapy has saved me from a terrible addiction.
And beyond that, your judgment has saved my life.
Your judgment and Watson's here.
For him, there'll be a lifetime to repay the debt.
What can I do for you?
Let me hypnotize you once more before you go.
What?
But I tell you I'm cured.
I know, but there is another part of your mind
to which I would also like to say farewell.
When did you first start using cocaine?
When I was twenty.
Where?
In the university.
Why?
I was unhappy.
Why did you become a detective?
To punish the wicked and see justice done.
Have you ever known wickedness personally?
Have you?
Yes.
What was this wickedness?
My mother deceived my father.
She had a lover?
Yes.
And what was the injustice?
What was the injustice?
No! No!
- He shot her. - No!
Your father murdered your mother?
Yes.
And the lover?
What became of him?
He ï¬‚ed.
Who was he?
My tutor.
Professor Moriarty?
Yes.
Professor Moriarty.
All right. Sleep now.
Sleep and remember nothing.
Do you understand?
You remember nothing.
- I understand. - Good. Now sleep.
- The Napoleon of crime. -What?
Holmes was right about him from the very beginning.
Professor Moriarty, I mean.
It becomes clear.
As he himself would observe, see how much is explained by these facts.
We understand not only the origin of his addiction
and his hatred of Professor Moriarty,
but also his suspicion of women, so well recorded by you, Doctor,
and also his choice of profession:
detector of wickedness, punisher of injustice.
You are the greatest detective of them all.
I'm a physician whose province is the troubled mind,
which means that, in this case, I have simply
borrowed some of your friend's techniques--
- Holmes? - ...and applied them to himself.
You will recall we spoke of an area of the mind called the unconscious.
Well, he has led me to it.
He has given me the clues himself.
But how?
I will confine myself to an observation made by your English playwright.
The one he has deduced I'm so fond of reading.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on.
Wake up, Herr Holmes.
Did I tell you anything of importance?
I vaguely recall you asking me questions.
It was not very interesting.
We must hurry. Your train leaves within the hour,
and my wife would like to say farewell.
Also my son, upon whom you have made a distinct impression.
He speaks of studying the violin.
And I would like you to have this one, by the way, as a souvenir.
What will become of Miss Deveraux, I wonder, after all she's been through.
Oh, she will emerge unscathed.
Women are like cats. Have you never noticed?
Invariably, they land on their feet.
Oh, come, come. You're unfair. She's been through a great deal, Holmes.
And not so much as thanked us for saving her from a deal worse,
to say nothing of enquiring after any hurts we may have suffered in her behalf.
I've come to a conclusion about Miss Deveraux.
A theory based on Dr. Freud's techniques.
I believe that a woman of her caliber-- a lady--
would not descend to a life of shame without a valid cause.
This isn't a train.
It isn't, is it?
We are going back to London.
You are, my dear chap. I'm not.
At least not for the time, anyway.
I need some time to myself, Watson.
A little holiday.
I don't like this, Holmes. I don't like it at all.
When will you return?
Oh, one day.
In the meantime, inform my brother of my decision,
and tell Mrs. Hudson my rooms are not to be touched.
Is that clear?
- Holmes-- - Rest assured, my dear fellow.
It's only that I must complete my recovery.
Give my best to Mrs. Watson.
Good-bye, To by.
But how will you live?
When my arm is better,
you would do well to follow the concert career of a violinist named Sigerson.
But my readers-- your readers--
What Will I tell them?
Anything you like.
Tell them I was murdered by my mathematics tutor.
They'll never believe you, in any case.
Good-bye, Watson!
Good-bye, Holmes!
Good-bye!
A chair, sir?
- Oh, yes. Thank you. -This way, please.
Thank you.
Are you surprised?
Well, I confess I am.
I was not aware that you were bound for Budapest
or even contemplating going abroad.
It is an odd coincidence.
But I'm not sorry for it.
Journeys alone are always so tedious, don't you find?
Especially when they are long.
Will this be a long journey?
That all depends.
But I do think it will seem shorter
if there are two of us.
Don't you?
I hope it will not seem too short.
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