Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Weapon

Shh, he's here.

You gentlemen look like educated men of good taste.

I have here some rare old first editions.

He's not bothering us. I'm interested in his books.

Okay.

- Light beer. - Oui monsieur.

Now here are the complete works of William Shakespeare,

an old German writer.

- Heil Hitler. - Heil Hitler.

We move tonight.

Orders from Berlin.

Dr. Tobel is to be across the border before dawn.

But we'd had orders not to break into his house

and he hides there.

Hasn't been outside in weeks.

The Fuhrer wants no trouble with Switzerland at this moment.

We must be very careful.

If we can't break in, he won't come out?

When the Fuhrer needs something as badly as he needs the Tobel bomb sight

there is always a way.

Dr. Tobel is interested in my scientific volumes.

He's seen my forged Swiss papers

and he believes I come from Lutzen.

No gentlemen. The price is much too low.

I could not possibly sell such a rare book for such a price.

I will induced Dr. Tobel to come and visit to my shop.

It's the fastest way.

You're interested in this book,

a rare old set of Bismarck papers.

One last warning.

I've just had word from Berlin.

The English spy hunter will try to take Dr. Tobel

from under our very eyes.

They are sending a stupid, bumbling amateur detective.

His name is Holmes, or Homes or some such foolishness.

He'll never escape from Switzerland alive.

Now quick.

Get me thrown out of here

and watch for my signal from Dr. Tobel's window.

But gentlemen you promised to buy one of books.

I told you no.

Ah, stop bothering us.

They are not so great prices.

French, English, how I hate those languages.

Calm yourself, my dear Braun.

In a short time there will be only one language.

Good evening, Dr. Tobel.

I have here some very interesting scientific books.

I thought you might like to see them.

Please come in.

He's entering the house.

Quickly, get the car and have the motor running.

I will follow.

Heir X will have the Tobel bomb sight to the Fuhrer

while this Holmes is still having his tea.

What are you doing?

I am sorry

but for months every move I have made has been watched.

I am not a coward, Mr. Holmes.

They won't watch you anymore.

Tonight they intend to take you forcibly across the German border.

Then why do we wait here doing nothing

like rats in a trap.

Calm yourself, my dear Dr. Tobel.

We should not only escape their trap

but we should also take the cheese away with us.

But... but how?

The four sections of your bomb sight

fit inside these ponderous tombs,

although I must confess that

I shy to the thought of disemboweling a complete set of Charles Dickens.

Ah, but you cannot hide me in a hollow book.

My dear fellow.

I'm sorry that my good friend Dr. Watson isn't here to explain to you

that are my preparations are never slipshod.

Stephan, Eric.

Why do you call my servants?

Your servants, yes,

but tonight they assume new roles.

Let me present Dr. Tobel and our old friend, the bookseller.

Holmes, it is so simple.

Yes, the obvious always appears simple.

Quick now. We must leave.

Stephan, the knapsack.

Stephan, and Eric are proving excellent decoys.

And the Gestapo has been fooled?

Completely.

Your servants are leading them into the next street.

But what will happen to Stephan and Eric?

Nothing, don't worry.

I've taken care of that.

The way is clear. Come on. Quick.

You would take the Nazis own car?

One must adept oneself to the tools at hand.

You think you've made them believe you're a harmless old bookseller.

Yes, I've always felt that a thorough knowledge of the classics

might come in handy.

But how can we get across the border

and through France?

There's no need to get across.

This very moment a Royal Air Force plane is waiting for us

at the secret landing place.

How long before we arrive in London?

In a very few minutes. We're passing over Dover now.

Thank you.

You'll have to get used to our London blackouts, Dr. Tobel.

Hmm.

Dr. Watson's. A very untidy fellow.

And what... what are we going to do with, with these?

A problem of the most elementary nature, my dear Dr. Tobel.

You aren't going to keep them here?

I have always believed in the theory

originally projected by Edgar Allen Poe, the American writer,

that the best place to hide anything

is where everyone can see it.

- Yes, but... - You will remember no doubt

in Poes story The Purloined Letter.

The missing in question was always in plain view.

Hands up, gentlemen.

Scotland Yard, quick.

Oh, my goodness.

Good evening, Mrs. Hudson.

Oh, why it's Mr. Holmes.

Holmes!

Hello, Watson old fellow,

it's good to see you again.

Telephone.

Huh? Who do you want?

Oh yes, you're Scotland Yard.

I'm afraid there's been a little mistake.

No need to get angry.

We all make mistakes at times.

What?

Well, if we didn't you'd be out of a job.

Dr. Tobel, this is my friend and associate

and as you may observed my watchdog, Dr. Watson.

- How do you do, sir? - How do you do?

Dr. Tobel and I flew in from Zurich this evening.

You can put that thing away now, Watson.

Dr. Tobel

awarded the maximum request for physics in 1939.

My dear Watson, there is only one Dr. Tobel.

Without Mr. Holmes there would have been no Dr. Tobel I am afraid.

But I thought you were living in America, sir.

I have been working in Switzerland for the past two years.

And Holmes got you out?

In the nick of time.

There was not a point he overlooked.

Every contingency was foreseen and provided for.

It was magnificent.

Thank you, doctor.

The problem was not without its interesting points.

Is there anything you would like, Mr. Holmes?

No thank you, Mrs. Hudson. You can go to bed now.

He gave me an awful fright dressed up like that.

Well, good night, sir.

She's quite right.

You can't blame me for jumping to the conclusions I did.

He looked like a broken down musician.

Holmes, why didn't you take your fiddle with you?

I never did think much of this dressing up business.

It was necessary, I assure you.

- The Gestapo was close on our heels. - Oh, really?

This is Sherlock Holmes.

I want to speak to Sir Reginald Bailey please.

Reginald Bailey?

Is that the fellow who played rugby for Black Heath?

- Yes, Watson. - Oh.

Hello, Sir Reginald?

Holmes speaking.

Yes, from Bakers Street.

I have Dr. Tobel with me.

Well, thank you.

Very well then, I'll meet you in half an hour.

And there must be no delay.

I'll arrange with Sir Reginald to have the test tomorrow morning.

I suggest that only cabinet ministers

- and your best aviation experts be present. - Naturally.

Watson, I leave Dr. Tobel in your care. Give him a sedative.

This has been strenuous business

and he has a long day ahead of him again tomorrow.

Certainly Holmes, of course.

He shall sleep in my bedroom.

- I'll keep watch till you return. - Thank you.

It is not necessary to guard me. I am quite safe now.

Safe Dr. Tobel?

I shouldn't count on it for a second.

- But Mr. Holmes... - A great deal may depend on your safety

and the enemy understands that just as well as we do.

Good night.

- Keep alert, Watson. - Yes, sir, of course.

A couple of these and you'll sleep peacefully through a blitz.

Thank you.

You better start undressing at once

or you'll find yourself fast asleep in the middle of taking off your trousers.

Well, I'll sit over here and keep an eye on things.

Oh, by the way, if you're nervous call out.

- Good night, doctor. - Good night, doctor.

How funny. Both thinking the same thing at the same time.

- Good night, doctor. - Good night, doctor.