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This episode from the Life of Sherlock Holmes will be transmitted to our men and women overseas by shortwave and through the worldwide facilities of the Armed Forces Radio Service. Petri Wine brings you Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce and the new adventures of Sherlock Holmes. The Petri family, the family that took time to bring you good wine, invite you to listen to Dr. Watson tell us another exciting adventure he shared with his old friend, that master detective, Sherlock Holmes. And as for me, well, I'd like to tell you about a wine that's just wonderful before dinner. And that wine is Petri California Sherry. You know about sherry, of course. But do you know about Petri Sherry? That Petri Sherry is the kind of wine you can really talk about. It has the look of quality, a rich, dark amber color. And it has the aroma, the bouquet, as the experts call it, of wonderful sun ripened grapes and flavor. Well, if you want your wine to taste good, Petri Sherry is the wine you want. It's really delicious. Oh, and incidentally, if you like your sherry on the dry side, you know, not sweet. Petri makes a pale, dry sherry that's out of this world. Take home a bottle of Petri sherry, serve it by itself or with hors d' oeuvres or cocktail sandwiches, but serve it proudly because the name Petri is the proudest name in the history of American wines. And now for our weekly visit with the good Dr. Watson. Sure, he's expecting us.
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Come in, come in, come in. There you are, Mr. Bartel.
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Good evening, Doctor. Oh, no, no, don't get up. You look much too comfortable.
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Take off your overcoat and come and join me.
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Well, I enjoyed your story of a scandal in Bohemia last week, Doctor. And tonight you promised us a sequel.
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Yes, that's right, Mr. Bartel. A sequel took place over 20 years afterwards, in 1909, to be exact. Sherlock Holmes was living on his Sussex bee farm. It was only in June, I remember, that I received a telegram from the great man asking me to come and spend a long weekend with him.
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And I'm sure you needed no urging to accept the invitation.
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None, Mr. Bartel, none all. I hadn't seen Holmes for some time and this fact, combined with my rather indifferent health, found me on the Eastbourne train a few hours after receiving the telegram. A dog cart was at the station to meet me and After a brisk drive across the downs, I found myself once more with my good friend. He looked somewhat older than when I'd last seen him, but as he spoke to me I realized from the keenness of his voice and the sparkle in his eye that Sherlock Holmes would never really be old. After a while our conversation lapsed into the comfortable silence that can, pardon me, exist only between friends. And then, as the sun was setting, Holmes picked up his beloved violin and began to play some haunting melody. As he lay back, eyes half closed, his long thin fingers caressing the instrument, a wave of nostalgia swept over me. I thought of the many years that we had spent together, of the exciting adventures that we had shared during the old days in Baker Street. Beautiful. Quite beautiful.
