The Great Detective Sherlock Holmes: The Great Jail-Breaker

Pull your socks up and get to work.

By Jove, it says I will be robbed.

But how, when, what should I do?

So, White Storm wants to steal my riches.

This looks like a smart hiding place.

I'm too clever.

What do you think Detective Riller?

I've got it figured out.

White Storm knocked the security guard out cold,

threatened the victim into opening the safe,

took the money inside,

then killed the victim with that wooden boat.

You can take my for word it,

mystery solved, case closed.

Why not kill the security guard?

He attacked me from behind, maybe 'cause I didn't see him?

Brilliant deduction. Hmm?

Reasonable enough.

How about Sherlock Holmes' opinion?

No need, I said "Case closed."

Not so fast.

Although White Storm has committed many crimes,

he has never hurt anyone, don't you find this suspicious?

There's a first time for everything,

desperate, perhaps?

We don't need you here, Sherlock.

My genius has solved the case already.

So don't meddle with the crime scene.

You're the one who meddles, I scrutinize the evidence.

Oh.

That really hurt.

Hold on now, what are you doing with that filthy soot?

Stop right now.

Sherlock, if you keep messing with the evidence,

even the Queen of England can't bail you out.

Hm.

Huh? What's this?

Huh? Why is there a hole in the roof?

You must be Gibson.

How are you holding up?

Uh, a little sore, how did you know my name?

Just a wild guess.

Sherlock, what is this all about, huh?

Isn't it obvious detective,

the killer is still in this room and it's him.

Huh? Me? This must be a mistake.

You have a lot to learn.

The safe has indeed been opened,

but there's no evidence of force.

The logical conclusion, White Storm found the key.

But how would he know where to find the key?

Before each burglary,

White Storm always sends a letter to his target.

Alarmed, the target would move their precious item

to a safer location.

In this case, White Storm snuck in later,

stole the key, opened the safe,

left his signature card, then made his getaway.

When our victim discovered the theft,

he likely scolded his security.

So, out of anger he hit the victim with the boat.

That's not what happened, let me go.

That's not a reason to kill someone.

Detective Fox, what know you of the victim?

A great deal, he was a tycoon in the whaling industry,

extracting whale blubber for lamps and he made a fortune.

But as London gradually converted to electricity,

the entire industry collapsed. He was forced to retire.

And that is when

he decided to become a loan shark,

lending money to sailors,

though they couldn't afford the interest.

That's why his most valuable assets

were the loan contracts inside the safe.

Who knew that White Storm would burn them all?

Gibson was one of his borrowers

and was forced to work as security to pay the debt.

Enraged that all the contracts had burned to ashes,

the victim tried to force Gibson to sign a new loan.

Needless to say, Gibson refused.

Known for his greed and temper,

the victim lashed out at Gibson with his fountain pen.

That is how fibers from Gibson's clothes

got on the tip of the pen.

At that moment, the maid came to serve breakfast.

Gibson threw the new loan contract into the fireplace.

Then he pretended to pass out on the floor.

Oh. Hold on a second.

If the contract was burned, how could you know this?

Gibson hadn't noticed that the fireplace had been put out.

However, the residual heat from the ashes was enough

to singe the contract, making it no longer legible.

However, when the victim was writing the new contract,

he wrote it on top of the evening newspaper

on the desk.

It seems he was too angry

because he pressed really hard when he wrote his draft.

The ink from the newspaper had smeared on

the back of the writing paper.

Since printing ink contains flammable substances,

burnt-out rose singed through the paper.

Based on this remaining charred fragment,

I deduced that the evidence might be on the newspaper.

So I scattered charcoal dust onto it

and the contract was revealed.

He was a greedy wolf who bullied the poor.

I didn't mean to kill him.

Let's go, save your story for the court.

Hm. That was some lucky guess, Holmes,

but White Storm, the thief is mine.

Also, he might be out of your league.

We shall see.

Even the cleverest man makes mistakes sometimes.

Mr. Holmes, I guarantee you,

this is absolutely the most important invention

after the steam engine.

Pardon, the most important what now?

The most important invention.

If you don't embrace the new era,

the new era will leave you behind.

Uh, Mr. Holmes, this is better than anything

- I ever sold you before. - Found it.

this is different.

I guarantee it will change your life forever.

You can be the first one to...

Please, to the point.

Huh?

I call it mobile phone.

The mobile phone will change communication forever.

With this, you won't need to go all the way

to the post office just to make a call.

It's not working.

Uh, the line isn't connected yet.

What line?

The telephone line.

For you, early bird price of 100 pounds.

- Why not? - Good grief.

That is three years' rent.

Where will you find the money?

Watson, we can't possibly turn down such a marvel.

What about our rent?

You're a gifted doctor, see more patients.

Please sign here.

If you don't embrace the new era,

the new era will leave you behind.

Well said.

Mr. Holmes, I heard a rumor.

- Huh? What is that? - What have you heard?

- What is that? - What have you heard?

What is that?

It's our new home for three years.

What have you heard, Bunny?

Someone's peddling jewelry by the slums

near the riverside on the East End.

I heard they're stolen goods.

Shall we go look?

White Storm. Onwards, Watson!

I had hoped London entered a new era.

Where there is new, there is old.

People turn a blind eye to the poor.

But these are the people who must not be forgotten.

I wish we could do more.

Even if you were to spend all of your money,

it would barely feed them for a week.

How much can we really help?

Your words are so cold.

The truth is not always agreeable, dear Watson,

The new era has abandoned

not only these ships, but people too.

It's mine, I nicked it.

It's mine let go of it.

I told you it's mine.

What do you mean it's yours?

I helped nick it too, that's not fair.

Give it back.

There's danger here.

This way.

Come on, let's go, what are you doing?

Thinking ahead.

Well, well, what do we have here, then?

You see this lads, Mr. Heartless,

far from home are ya?

I heard someone is peddling acquired goods here.

I'm hoping to pick up a cheap pocket watch for myself.

Acquired goods?

Why not say what you really mean?

You're calling us thieves, eh?

I am sure you gentlemen abide by British law.

We abide by slum laws.

Slum laws, slum laws, slum laws.

Since you're all experts in the law,

I wonder if you've ever heard of this proverb.

Justice is blind.

Find 'em

Good grief, I'm exhausted, Sherlock.

Onwards, Watson!

Perhaps a spot of tea would energize me.

My thoughts exactly.

I must say, fancy, looks expensive.

Good thing you have a lot of patience.