FAMOUS DETECTIVE HOLMES
Grand Flight Championship of Chaos!?
I did it! It's finally complete!
Helen! Helen!
Come and see, Helen. Quickly.
Oh, my! Is this it?!
Compared with the earlier prototypes...
this engine is several times more powerful.
I'm so glad!
I was beginning to worry that it wouldn't be ready on time.
Don't worry. With this...
I'll win this year's World Aircraft Championship for sure.
I will preserve the honor of England!
Shall we celebrate?
Yes, we'll eat out tonight.
Now!
Let's grab it.
Oops!
Watch it!
Oh no! Put out that fire!
It's no use. It's not going out.
My precious cloak!
Go out! Go out!
Oh, my! Fire! Fire!
Rats! Hide!
And there goes another one. I wonder if it's close by?
Those flames appear to be quite high...
But a fire usually appears to be closer than it really is.
That smoke isn't the type you would expect to see if a house was on fire.
It must be from a factory...
or someplace where the fire is burning quantities of oil.
That direction...
that would be the factory owned by Mac Bain!
Mac Bain? Do you mean the famous aeronautical engineer?
If I remember right,he's the favorite to win the world...
... aircraft championship. A race that will be held in Holland sometime soon.
My late husband really admired him.
Oh, I do hope everything's all right.
Well then. Why don't we have a look?
How terrible! Where is Mac? Is Helen safe?
Ma'am, it's too dangerous! Stay back! Stay back!
We are acquaintances of Mac.
I am Sherlock Holmes.
Pardon me, sir.
Please stay here, Mrs. Hudson.
Mac! Helen!
Let me see...
How could this have happened in an empty factory?
This is it. Someone must have knocked this over.
No! It's not here!
My engine! I've just completed it! It's gone!
Please stay back, Mr. Mac Bain. It's too dangerous.
The engine was just completed?
No...It can't be. The efforts of a lifetime have been...
We understand how you feel. Mac, please get a hold of yourself.
Chief, one of our fire trucks has disappeared!
That's impossible! Keep looking!
I made some hot soup.
Please have some, it'll make you feel better.
You're welcome to stay here if you'd like.
Thank you very much for your kindness.
Oh, dear, I don't think you should give up just because the engine...
No!
There's no hope whatsoever. It's all over!
Your wife is correct.
I think it's too early to give up, Mac.
Spare me your empty words of comfort.
I am giving you no such thing, sir. I am saying that I can help you.
Have you found a clue?
Is that...? It can't be.
This was left at the scene of the fire.
I believe that this scrap of cloth is from the cloak of Professor Moriarty.
Moriarty?
An odd little man who fancies himself a criminal genius.
So, he stole the engine...
Dear...!
Please help them, Mr. Holmes.
Ouch! Ouch!
What the devil is this? An engine?!
Who would dare drop such a filthy old thing out of the sky?!
That's Moriarty's aircraft Pteranodon!
Did he intentionally drop it on me?
After him! Give chase!
Go!
What a wonderful engine!
With this, there's no doubt that I will win the world championship.
I knew that we couldn't win with the engine that the Professor built.
Did you say something?
Uh...well.
Nothing.
Out to sea? Where are they heading?
"The judging committee has approved the entry of a mysterious aviator..."
"Mr. Black Eagle, who had been petitioning for some time..."
"to be allowed to participate in the race."
A mysterious aviator?
Look at this face!
Who else could this be other than Moriarty?
He is going after the prize of 100,000 crowns, Moriarty, that fiend!
Trying to win the championship with a stolen engine...
that's thoroughly unforgivable!
Mr. Mac Bain was always so kind to my late husband.
I would like to do something to help him in return.
You look very nice.
I promise, I won't get in your way.
In any event, I've already decided.
Well...
Well...uh...
Right...
Hurry up! Hurry up!
Hurry up and get us to Holland!
I will capture Moriarty with my own hands!
Well, well.
Mr. Holmes, your reputation precedes you.
Welcome to Holland.
In terms of this Mr. Black Eagle, we've discussed whether we should...
accept his entry or not. However...
However?
Have you heard the old story from medieval times?
Where a mysterious cavalier came out of nowhere to participate...
in a joust and won the title?
So you're saying that you accepted the mysterious pilot's entry...
in honor of that cavalier.
Yes.
But, Moriarty used foul means to...
Do you have proof that Mr. Black Eagle is Moriarty?
No, but...
Never mind the issue of proof...
I will never allow his wrongdoing to succeed!
-How do you see the outcome of this race? -How confident do you feel?
Thanks to the absence of Mac...
I now have great hopes of winning the title.
What about Black Eagle?
I've never even heard of him.
So it may safely be said that I will be the one to win the championship.
What's that?
Mr.Mac!
So you are going to participate in the race after all?
Yes, this is the prototype of my missing engine.
I had kept it at a friend's place, so it wasn't destroyed in the fire.
It may be not as powerful as the other one, but I'll race with it.
Good luck to you, Mac.
I'll do what little I can.
You're right.
Let's do our best.
Am I in time?
It's really a fine day for flying, isn't it?
Has Moriarty appeared?
No, not yet.
Please take care of Mrs. Hudson.
I'll fly with Mac.
Right.
Finally, the moment has come for me to show the world...
that my "Crow" is Number One!
Here! Here!
I can't wait to see who's going to win the championship.
Are you ready, Mrs. Hudson?
Yes.
How strange! He still hasn't appeared.
Oh! It fell apart!
Oh, my god!
This is Moriarty's doing.
There he is!
Hey!
Here we go!
You won't get away from me!
Wait!
Here they come!
What a fantastic engine I have stolen!
It works perfectly with my beloved 'Crow'!
Dirty rats!
Here we go!
You, get out of my way.
How paltry!
Here we come!
Stop that, stop that!
You won't get away from me.
You coward.
Oh, I'm coming apart!
It seems that we're the last two planes left.
What?!
Here I come!
When it comes to technique, I can hold my own against anyone!
Get down!
How swift he is!
If that's how you're going to be, I'll just come to you.
All right then.
Commence Mrs.Hudson's basket operations.
Would you like some tea?
And, here's some dessert as well.
Good job!
Here I go!
Look out! Right, right!
You...
Go! Go get him!
No.
What's your problem?!
Now, go!
Hey, let go.
What...?! No!
Holmes!
Where are they?
Where did he go?!
Professor Moriarty.
So Holmes, we finally make the time for our final confrontation.
I will settle my accounts with you right now.
Sure thing!
Just look!
You have no escape.
Holmes!
That's the spirit, Mac Bain!
It can't be...!
I'm sorry that your engine is...
No, it's all right.
I can always make a new one.
I'd rather lose my engine than seeing it misused by a villain.
This is it.
Here I go.
I do this and this, and then...
Professor, here we come!
Oh, no!
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Wait!
He has the devil's luck, indeed.
Did you see that?
Two planes are leading. Mac's and Hudson's.
Everybody's here.
Dear!
Helen!
Here. Congratulations on your victory.
Congratulations, Mac.
Thank you very much.
I owe my victory entirely to your kindness.
No, it's due to your excellent engine.
Or perhaps to Mrs. Hudson's lunch basket.
Oh, that may be right.
I wished I could have asked Professor Moriarty how he liked the dessert.
I bet it was the bitterest cake he had ever tasted.
Ouch...
Shall we raise our glasses?
Cheers!
Professor...
we completely blew it, didn't we?
Moriarty's mechanical dragon attacks a speeding locomotive...
and they steal a parrot that belongs to one of the passengers.
Meanwhile, Holmes finds out that there's a relationship...
between the parrot and Indian merchant who's gone missing.
What will the parrot tell us?
If you find yourself in a mystery, please come see us at Baker Street.
Game of Wits! Parrot vs Professor