Sherlock Holmes' Fatal Hour (The Sleeping Cardinal)

Hello.

Who's here?

That's yours, Colonel.

Thank you.

I can fix you another whiskey?

Thank you.

You can get me one, Kathleen.

Then come and sit me by me to change my luck.

Oh, stop talking,

I'm trying to play this hand.

The sort of hands you hold play themselves.

Eh, Colonel Henslowe?

Ronnie holds the most amazing cards.

The rest are mine.

I suppose because I'm your brother, Kathleen,

I can't have a drink.

That's right, four spades.

Dr. Watson is here, Miss.

He says he won't disturb the bridge.

Thank you, Marston.

Tell him I'll be with him in a moment.

Thank you, Miss.

Now what about all of...

Four in one hand and one in the dummy.

That's 8I.

Excuse me, sir.

This was on the floor.

Thanks.

Ah, thank you.

My deal, I believe.

Will you cut, Colonel?

Come and sit by me, Kathleen.

I can't leave Dr. Watson alone.

I must go.

Is that the Dr. Watson,

the friend of Sherlock Holmes?

Yes.

Then you know Holmes?

No, Dr. Watson has known him since Ronnie and I were Kids,

but we've never met Mr. Holmes.

He's always too busy.

I say, I've got two aces of spades.

But we've used this pack before.

Oh, I know, Marston found one on the floor.

Yes, but how could...

Yes, and it must've dropped off here.

Your cut, please, Colonel.

Cut for me, Ronnie.

Well...

Don't go, Kathleen.

I'll come and say goodnight to you all before I go to bed.

I expect you'll all be at it till three.

No, don't get up.

I hope you all win.

My dear, how kind of you to come.

A summons from you comes before

even a summons from Sherlock Holmes.

It's sweet of you to say so anyhow.

Take off your coat and let me give you a drink.

No, thanks, I can't stay.

I came for a moment because you sent for me.

Well, let's sit down for a minute.

Has Ronnie got another bilious attack?

No, it's nothing really.

I'm a bit worried.

Kathleen, dear.

Won't you confide in me?

It's about Ronnie.

This gambling.

You know, six months ago we hadn't a shilling.

You mean when your trustee absconded and shot himself.

Yes, we were going to leave here.

Ronnie was going to give up the diplomatic service,

and then he began to play bridge for high stakes.

But I always understood

he was an exceedingly fine player.

He is, but you can't always win.

What do you mean?

Always.

Sometimes it's 20 pounds.

Sometimes 500.

But he never loses.

It looks as if...

Oh, I can't say it.

It's impossible.

Ronnie isn't capable of such a thing,

but I would like to be sure.

How can one make sure?

Well, I really don't know.

I'll ask Holmes.

Oh, no, he might arrest Ronnie.

No, of course he wouldn't,

but he might frighten him into giving up cards.

I never thought of that.

Yes, do ask him to do something.

I'll come around and see him in the morning, may I?

Well, I don't know.

Yes, I may.

You'll make him see me, won't you?

He thinks an awful lot of you.

Well, I don't think I need waste time. It's a grand slam.

I make seven of spades, three diamonds,

two of hearts, and the ace of clubs.

That's right.

Another big rubber.

Well, that just about cleans me out.

I make the difference 1600 points.

You add up very quickly.

Quite a mathematician, eh?

How much is that?

160 pounds.

Well, I've lost both rubbers,

and so I owe you 255 pounds.

But we settle up at the end.

This is the end.

My wife is not very well,

and I promised to go home early.

Well, if you must, you must.

I'm sorry to spoil your evening,

but perhaps you can get Miss Adair to make up a four.

Kathleen plays a game that resembles hockey

more than bridge.

Still, if you're determined,

we'll see you Monday.

I'm afraid I shan't be able.

I have to go out of town on important business,

and I don't know when I shall be back.

Then it's no use trying to fix another evening.

I'm afraid not.

Let me know when you're back.

Goodnight,

and thanks very much.

I didn't know Sir Timothy played bridge.

Sir Timothy?

Yes, Timothy Frobisher.

He's the fourth.

You know, one can't work long with Sherlock Holmes

without picking some of his tricks

of observation and deduction.

What makes you think he's here?

His initials.

T.F., Timothy Frobisher.

Elementary, My Dear Kathleen.

Elementary,

and then there are further indications.

The owner of this hat is immensely tall.

You see, he's bruised the top edge here.

Probably going through a door.

Excuse me, may I have my hat?

Yours?

Certainly.

My initials are inside.

T.F., Thomas Fisher.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

You're not going?

Yes, my wife is not very well,

and I promised to get home early.

Oh, I am sorry.

I think I'll go too.

Well, goodnight,

and thanks for playing.

Sorry you had such rotten luck.

See you Monday.

Well, really I think I better not.

I've lost an awful lot lately,

and I think I better chuck it for a bit.

Guess you're right.

Oh, don't think me rude,

but I just can't afford it.

That's all right.

Goodnight, Colonel.

Goodnight.

Well, have you a sick wife

and a business appointment?

No, a whiskey and soda.

I'm sorry.

Still it is rather rotten.

I don't see why.

Fisher being a millionaire,

naturally loses his temper

when he loses sixpence,

and Tony Rutherford is broke.

And you think that's all?

What else?

Oh, nothing, of course.

You can always get another four.

Then you'll continue to come?

With pleasure.

I'm not afraid of losing sixpence,

and I'm lucky, I often cut with you.

What's the matter with you all?

Stopping so early.

Well, Fisher had to go,

and for once in my life,

I'm going to have an early night.

Then I'll see you out.

Goodnight, Ronnie.

Goodnight, Colonel.

Ronnie, you've got to tell me the truth.

The truth, what do you mean?