The Rivals of Sherlock Holmes

In late Victorian London lived many detectives

who were the rivals of Sherlock Holmes.

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You have all inspected the corpse.

What else is there worthy of particular note?

Consider the evident characteristics

of the dead man --

youngish, personable, smartly dressed,

something of a dandy one suspects,

a lady's man with a good deal of male vanity.

And yet there is one outstanding characteristic.

Are you with me yet?

Return to your seats, gentlemen,

and brood on the fact that you have failed to notice

that the middle waistcoat buttons

are done up in the wrong holes.

Ugh!

Dr. Thorndyke: Thank you, Dr. Jervis

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Thank you.

And now, you few, you happy few

who have survived to the end of this course of lectures,

be so good as to prove that you have learned something

by turning out your pockets of those articles

which every eager student of medical jurisprudence

should carry about his person.

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Must I begin all over again?

Pocketknife,

pocket thermometer,

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scalpel

forceps,

small box containing slides,

cover slips,

molding wax --

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- Excuse me, sir. Hart-

Have you come back for a refresher?

No, sir. I've just been sent for to a case.

Outfield you come with me, sir? Jiffy?

It's just around the corner, only five minutes away,

and it is my first.

Ah, Hart, are you in practice here now?

No. Assistant to the police surgeon.

Ah.

He must be out. They found me here.

I'd be terribly grateful if you could.

Dr. Hart, you are fully qualified.

It is a case of murder, sir.

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Hey,you,boy!

Hey!

Get away! Go on, there! Go on!

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Do you remember Defoe description of this place

in his "Journal of the Plague Year,"

dead cart waiting, bell clanging?

You the police doctor?

Am.

She's upstairs. Come on, quick.

All right.

I never knew nothing had happened till half an hour ago.

I swear I didn't.

I thought she'd gone to work, like she always did.

And then I went out in the backyard

and saw her blind was down.

I went upstairs and knocked at her door.

She didn't give no answer.

I knocked again. She still didn't answer.

So, I wondered if she'd got something the matter with her.

And then I went in.

I wouldn't go in that room again,

not if you paid me all the money in the world.

WOW?

I'll be out here if you want me.

Thank you, Mrs...

Goldstein. Mrs. Goldstein.

Well, Hart, what are you waiting for?

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I am here only to see that you do credit to my teaching.

Good God!

Some infernal, cowardly beast has done this.

He shall hang.

My God, he shall hang.

That's what we're here for, Hart.

I'm sorry, sir, but I could not help --

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and take notes in the manner I've taught you.

Yes, sir.

Jarvis, you can be useful.

I want a plan of the room

with a detailed description of everything in it.

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Not at the moment.

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Get on with your work.

The foolish bloodhounds will be here any minute,

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Mrs. Goldstein.

I'm not going in there again.

Did she always lock her door at night?

Yes.

Yes, I think so. The key was always inside.

But it was unlocked this morning.

Yes, I just opened the door and went straight in.

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was that secure when you came down this morning?

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But not bolted.

We never bolt the door.

Some of the lodgers comes in late sometimes.

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Well, whom are we going to hang?

She was stabbed in the neck.

Evidently.

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We assume.

Very forcibly, by someone with considerable strength.

Good point.

But someone of short stature.

Oh? Why?

The box over there with the hassock on it.

The murderer could not reach her from the side of the bed

and was not tall enough to lean over the bedhead.

So he put those there to stand on.

Ah, yes, I see.

Thank you. What else?

Nothing else yet.

The pillow?

I beg your pardon, sir.

What do you make of this?

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Sand? Where?

Silver sand on the pillow.

What do you make of that, revered sir?

We will consider the explanation later.

Dr. Hart, would you do me the kindness

of drawing back the bedclothes?

I should tell you --

one basin full of bloodstained water.

Murderers commonly wash their hands.

Sir, look. Come and look.

Look at what?

I was wrong. It was done by a woman.

Yes.

Would you, gently as possible, separate the fingers?

I can't, sir. Rigor mortise.

Yes.

But that is definitely a woman's hair.

Yes- Have you taken her temperature?

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You would agree, would you not, sir,

that that is definitely a woman's hair?

I would agree that there is more here than meets the eye

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Three books -- all romances, all in German.

The book on the bedside table?

Also German.

And the candlestick?

It's burnt right down,

just a tiny bit at the bottom of the socket.

Make a particular note of the pattern of that socket.

I'm afraid the foolish bloodhounds are arriving.

Well, we've done something. Not enough, but something.

- Mrs. Goldstein? -Yeah, they're in there.

And don't you think of running away.

I shall need you in a moment.

- After you, Doctor. -Thank you.

Good morning, sir.

Friends of yours, Hart?

Uh,yes. Well, actually --

We were with Dr. Hart when he was summoned here.

We are -- were his professors.

I see. Not practical, working doctors.

Dr. Thorn dyke is not unheard of.

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Well, I'm afraid your locus standee

is a question for the police.

My assistant was not authorized to call in outsiders.

All right, you needn't wait, Hart.

No, sir.

Detective Sergeant Bates, isn't it?

That's right, sir.

The Parade Street case five years ago.

Well, I'm sure I've no objection

to Dr. Thorn dyke being present or Dr...

Jarvis. -Or Dr. Jarvis.

Many hands make light work, eh? Well, then...

Hart, before you go, what's her name?

I'm afraid I don't know, sir.

That is the first thing you should have found out.

Weren't you taught that?

- I'm sorry. -Oh, never mind.

How long would you say she's been dead, Dr. Thorn dyke?

About 10 hours.

Thank you, sir.

That fixes it at 2:00 this morning.