The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson (Приключения Шерлока Холмса и доктора Ватсона)

Splendid air,

Rough shooting?

Perhaps a little fishing.

And the best cook in the county of Sussex, wouldn't you say?

Holmes!

And Reginald Musgrave.

Well, he is a scion of one of the oldest families in England.

He was in the same college as myself.

He was not generally popular among the undergraduates

though it always seemed to me that what was set down as pride,

was really a cover for extreme natural diffidence.

Indeed I never think of his pale, lean face

and the poise of his head without associating him with gray archways,

mullioned windows and all the venerable wreckage of a feudal keep.

Well, if you feel so uncharitable, why did you accept his invitation?

To escape my lethargy

and you're constant bullying to tidy our room in Baker Street.

Hardly constant.

So I have decided to devote my weekend

to the collating of some of my early works.

What early works?

It was before my biographer came to glorify me.

Do you mean you have records of your early work?

Not all successes, but some pretty little problems-

record of the Tarleton murders,

the case of Vamberry, the wine merchant,

the adventure of the old Russian woman,

a full account of Ricoletti with the club foot, and his abominable wife,

and the singular affair of the aluminum crutch.

Aluminum crutch?

Now that was something a little recherché.

I wish I had notes of these cases.

Yes, my boy.

Well, it may hold my interest for a few hours while you potter with our host

through the antiquities of a bygone age.

Surely the house interests you?

The house is freezing, Watson!

It's history-

the people in it. On your previous visit,

I remember you telling me

that you enjoyed some lively conversations with a butler.

What's his name, Brunston?

Oh, Brunton.

A young school teacher out of place.

Did he not... did he not speak several languages?

Yes, he played nearly every musical instrument.

A man of considerably more intellectual ability than his master.

Watson, we must behave ourselves.

Ah, Brunton.

Mr. Holmes, a pleasure to see you again, sir.

My friend and colleague, Doctor Watson.

Welcome to Hurlstone, sir.

Musgrave!

My friend and colleague, Doctor Watson.

So glad, it's a long time.

Yeah. How has it all gone with you?

Busy, busy.

My father died I've had the estates to manage.

And as I am now a member of Parliament for the district as well.

But you... you, I have noted, are still turning onto practical end those powers

with which you used to amaze us at college.

Yes, I'm still living by my wits and how is the dear wife?

I'm not married, Holmes!

How wise.

And the windows date from 1596.

The manor is thought to be the oldest inhabited building in the country.

I once knew some northern Musgrave's.

They did come from the north originally.

A cadet branch of the family broke away from the northern Musgrave's, and

came to West Sussex in the early 17th century.

Holmes?

Holmes.

More brandy, sir?

No, Brunton.

That's how the story goes.

And I'm not going to vouch for it, though, but the commission is over here,

signed by Prince Rupert,

It's from my ancestor the Ralph Musgrave.

To join his cavalry troop at Edge Hill.

Rupert's seal and commission, Holmes.

Astonishing.

It's one of the boots worn that day.

If I may be so bold, sir.

Huh?

The boot was worn by his brother, Sir Roland Musgrave.

Was it indeed? My butler was once a schoolmaster.

I must bow to his scholarship over mine in matters of my own family's history.

No, no, no, never mind. You may leave us now.

Yeah, but Brunton...

where is Rachel tonight?

She has a slight distemper, sir. I told her to go to her room.

Good night, gentlemen.

Holmes... Holmes has told me of Brunton's extraordinary gifts.

I remember on my last visit where he spent several hours

explaining to me in French,

the origins of the piccolo!

It is wonderful that he should be satisfied

for so long with such a position

but I suppose... I suppose he's been comfortable

and lacked the energy to make a change.

Oh yes, indeed.

The butler of Hurlstone.

It's always a thing that is remembered by all who visit us.

Oh dear, Musgrave!

However, this paragon does have one fault,

a bit of a Don Juan.

Well it's not a difficult part to play in quiet country district.

When he was married he was all right, but since he's become a widower

we've had no end of trouble with him.

I remember a few months ago we were in hopes

he was about to settle down again. He became engaged to Rachel Howells,

my second housemaid but he has thrown her over.

Taken up with Janet Tregallis, my gamekeeper's daughter,

Rachel is a very good girl but she is of an excitable Welsh temperament.

Now she wonders around like a black-eyed shadow,

thoroughly unsettling the household.

Rachel?

Good morning, Holmes, Sir Reginald.

Thank you.

Where's Brunton this morning?

It's all right, it's all right.

Nothing. It's all right.

The girl is fainting, Watson.

My dear young woman,

you should not be at work you should be in bed.

You may leave your duties, Rachel. Come back when you're feeling stronger.

I am strong enough, sir.

I'll be the judge of that. You must go to your room and lie down.

And on your way, tell Brunton that I wish to see him.

The butler is gone.

Gone? Gone where?

He's gone. He's not in his room now. No one's seen him

Oh, yes, yes, he's gone. He's gone.

It's all right.

It's all right. Gently...

Gently, Rachel, it's all right. Gently, Rachel, gently. Gentle.

The bed's not been slept in. Have you searched the house?

From cellar to garret.

The girl's right. There's no trace of him. He's gone.

It is difficult to see how a man could have left.

I mean the windows and door are all fastened.

What man goes away in the middle of the night

and leaves all his possessions behind? And money, watch...

I've given the girl something to calm her down

and I've taken the liberty of sending for a local nurse.

She's in a most unusual nervous state

and should on no account, be left alone for a while.

This is the girl who was engaged to Brunton?

Rachel Howells, yes, yes.

Girl with a fiery Welsh temper.

Oh, Watson.

Look, gentlemen, I had no intention that this

small domestic incident should ruin your weekend.

I propose we continue our plans for a shoot

and, and we'll return hopefully to some simple explanation.

Holmes!

Well done, Watson.

Holmes.

Holmes, as I was telling Watson, something happened last night, which...

may throw some light on this matter.

This is very embarrassing but I...

I find I need your advice.

I couldn't sleep after foolishly taking that cup of café noir after dinner,

and about two o'clock I gave up the struggle

I came downstairs to fetch a novel I'm reading, which I'd left in the library.

Well, you can imagine my surprise when I saw a glimmer of light

coming from the open door.

I'd remembered I had extinguished the lamp and closed the door when we retired.

Naturally, my first thought was of burglars.

So, this is how you repay my trust,

prying into my family documents?

You will leave my service tomorrow.

Mr. Musgrave, sir,

I can't bear disgrace.

I've always been proud about my station in life,

and disgrace would kill me.

My blood will be on your head, sir.

It will indeed if you drive me to despair.

What?

If you cannot keep me after this, then for God sake

let me give you notice and leave in a month as of my own free will

A month is too long.

I could stand that, Mr. Musgrave,

but not to be cast out before all the folk I know so well.

You don't deserve consideration, Brunton. Your conduct has been infamous.

However, I've no wish to bring public disgrace upon you.

You take yourself away in a week, and you give whatever reason you like.

A week, sir?

Only a week?

A fortnight... say at least a fortnight?

No, a week!

And you may consider yourself to have been very leniently dealt with.

But what is strange is that he seemed most anxious to stay.

Well, it's quite plain to me what happened.

He went back to his room, thought it over,

decided to stage his disappearance, there and then cleverly,

possibly with the help of his new woman friend.

Janet?

No, no, no, she lives with her father on the other side of the lake.

And besides I doubt if she'd have the wit to help him.