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Man: The British museum, England's attic.
Incroyable!
They think their lumière bars can keep me out.
Eh bien. They're in for a surprise.
It may not be in fashion,
but you've got to love the way it refracts.
Now that's what I'd be heisting
if it were up to me.
c'est la vie.
The entire British museum
is mine for the taking,
and this is all he wants?
Ha! Allure.
How much could it be worth?
They Don't even bother to lock it up.
But if the boss is right,
it will cut Holmes down to size
and bring new London to its knees.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Sherlock Holmes.
Holmes.
Watson!
Bring Sherlock Holmes back to life.
Back to life.
It's elementary, my dear Watson.
Watson!
Sherlock Holmes is on the case.
Moriarty.
Heh heh heh heh!
Heh heh heh heh!
Sherlock Holmes is on the case.
elementary, my dear Watson.
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huh? The musgrave sword!
It's been stolen!
Wiggins: What's the haps?
Our class is meeting here
for a field trip.
Yeah, just dying to absorb
some history and culture.
Man: Your class was sent away.
The museum's closed.
There's been a robbery. Didn't you know?
It's a free period for us, then?
Some of us
were looking forward to it, ok?
mr. Holmes.
I'd hate to see you deprived
of an educational opportunity.
Join us.
Absolutely not!
This is an investigation,
not a field trip.
Holmes: Now, now, lestrade,
you Don't want to discourage these young persons'
thirst for knowledge, do you?
How else are we to become fine,
upstanding citizens of this great and--
knock it off. I'm onto you.
Oh, ok, but only as a courtesy to mr. Holmes.
Holmes: It's settled, then.
Come along.
Get a load of these rocks.
That's what I'd have stolen.
I mean...You know.
If I were bad.
Holmes: What do you make of this, lestrade?
Nothing.
What should I make of it?
It is a drop of epoxy,
a common weather sealant.
By its consistency,
I would say it's been 5 to 6 hours since it was melted.
Which sets the time when our culprit removed that skylight.
This room is crisscrossed
with invisible lumière bars.
Interrupt one, and the whole security system comes alive.
But it didn't.
True. Someone of great intellect
went to extreme lengths to overcome that obstacle.
Deidre: So what did they take? Diamonds? Gold?
A beat-up, tarnished old sword.
You're joking.
But why?
Elementary.
Because someone placed a higher value on that one ancient sword
than on any other thing in here.
It doesn't make any sense.
It made perfect sense to the thief,
and it will make sense to us
once we have all the facts.
I know one fact already.
Whoever did this has no taste.
Why the musgrave sword?
Why, indeed?
An intriguing choice of plunder.
You can help me uncover the rationale.
Sure! We'll help.
What do you want us to do?
Scour the underground for some clues?
Study.
Study? We could go back to class for that.
That wouldn't be a bad idea.
Yes, study, or research, if you like.
Find everything you can
about the ancient musgrave family and their sword.
I'm counting on you.
No playing hooky for you after all, eh?
Ha ha ha ha.
Holmes: It is very clear
while his partner kept the hovercraft aloft,
the perpetrator was lowered,
displaced the skylight, and descended.
You see how the dust has been blown away from this area
by the ion thrusters of a hovercraft?
What do you make of this, Watson?
Poly-silicate cloth
with a matrix of electro-optic fibers.
That would explain how he got through the lumière bars.
Holmes: Precisely.
It would literally bend the beams and not allow contact.
Our criminal wore an entire suit of this material.
Watson: And it did an effective job of containing his DNA.
Not a trace on the scene.
Lestrade: I can think of one place
where he didn't have his suit on:
Wherever he got the material to make it.
That's using your head, lestrade.
You shall find his DNA trace there.
Mr. Holmes!
Look what I found.
The musgrave sword itself.
I say!
Very enterprising, wiggins,
but I hope they didn't charge you
more than 5 credits for it.
I got it for 3, mr. Holmes.
They had a whole stack of 'em in the souvenir shop.
good one.
I fooled Watson, anyway.
The cheap bond of plastic was a sure giveaway.
Not at all consistent
with 16th-century armaments.
Still, this souvenir could prove useful.
It's not a bad replica.
You can even read the writing on it,
just like the original.
"forged from the sky, this sword our key,
"to generations behind and ahead
"entombed like us,
"the abyss at noon led await its turn
where our wealth didst burn."
zut!
We went through all this trouble
for a stinking poem?
Not any poem.
The musgrave ritual,
recited by generations of musgraves as they reached adulthood,
and each one utterly without a clue as to its meaning.
But I have deciphered it. I know its power.
Anyone could hold the riddle
with a visit to the souvenir shop.
There must be another reason
why the thief needed the sword itself.
And I know just the place
to seek the answer--
the ancestral home of the musgraves.
Watson: Much can change over 700 years.
The ancestral home of the musgraves
isn't what it used to be.
Deidre: I remember when they built this tower.
150 stories tall, and underground levels going 50 stories down.
Wiggins: That's right.
They were oxy-blasting the foundation for months.
The family crest of the musgraves.
Hmm. Interesting.
A sword, a rock, and a comet?
Some coat of arms.
Tennyson says a comet was seen above England in 1649.
Very good, Tennyson.
I remember that story.
They thought it was a sign of doom
because it appeared in the constellation of Apollo,
as if he had thrown it at earth.
Fascinating, but it doesn't get us
any closer to our crooks, does it?
I hope lestrade is having more luck
tracking down that cloth.
Of course.
Nailed ya! Ha! Huh?
Ha ha ha.
Lestrade: Hate to break it to you, Sherlock Holmes,
but for once, I got the jump on you.
There's only one place near new London
that makes poly-silicate cloth,
and they just noticed a bolt missing.
I'm off to scan for DNA.
I'll transmit the address to you.
Congratulations, lestrade.
We'll meet you there.
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