Sherlock Holmes 19xxxxxx The Left Handed Corpse

Summary

Harold's Old Time Radio Episode Summary: Sherlock Holmes 19xxxxxx - "The Left Handed Corpse" Release Date: June 16, 2025

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Introduction

In this thrilling episode of Harold's Old Time Radio, listeners are transported back to late 19th-century London, where the incomparable detective Sherlock Holmes and his steadfast companion, Dr. John Watson, navigate a web of mystery, deceit, and murder. Titled "The Left Handed Corpse," this story, ghostwritten by Lawrence Gough and produced in Vancouver by Robert Chesterman, delves deep into a perplexing case that intertwines with the literary luminary Oscar Wilde.

Dr. Watson's Mysterious Return

The episode opens with an unexpected tension between Holmes and Watson. After a seemingly narrow escape that left Watson bloodied and his clothes torn, Holmes begins his deduction:

Sherlock Holmes [01:10]: "To begin with, your tread upon the stairs was ponderous and dull and as you entered the room I immediately observed numerous signs of a violent physical conflict."

Despite Holmes' confident deductions, Watson reveals the truth behind his predicament: a mechanical failure on the underground lines, a slip in the wet track, and an accidental discharge of his pistol.

Dr. Watson [03:50]: "And I think you poured me a glass."

The conversation takes a dark turn as Holmes confronts Watson about his cocaine use, reflecting the struggles faced by individuals even in the era of great detectives.

The Arrival of Sarah Roberts

At [05:18], Sarah Roberts, a distraught young woman, interrupts Holmes and Watson's evening. She urgently seeks their help concerning her missing brother, Morton. Holmes, ever the perceptive sleuth, quickly assesses the situation:

Sarah Roberts [07:44]: "I'm worried, terribly worried about my younger brother Morton."

Her account reveals that Morton disappeared six days prior, and a cryptic note directs her to a place called the Illustrious Client near St. Catherine Docks. Despite multiple visits to the indifferent police, Sarah turns to Holmes and Watson for assistance.

Investigation at St. Catherine Docks

Holmes and his companions hurry to the docks, navigating through the deplorable and fog-laden area. Upon arrival, they discover the remnants of a burned-down public house and, disturbingly, a gruesome corpse assembled from the limbs of six men, including Morton's head.

Sherlock Holmes [12:00]: "This area of the docks appears to be in considerable disrepair."

As they examine the dismembered body, Holmes notes abnormalities:

Sherlock Holmes [14:30]: "Have you observed the corpse has two left hands?"

The discovery of assorted body parts and the presence of multiple victims deepens the mystery, pointing towards a serial murderer with potentially dark motives.

Interrogation and Revelations

Back at Baker Street, Sarah Roberts recovers from the shock and provides crucial information about her brother's involvement with an obscure poetry school founded by Oscar Wilde. The plot thickens as Holmes begins connecting dots between Wilde, Morton's friend Edward Candlemere, and the dismembered bodies.

During the interrogation, Holmes employs his signature deductive reasoning:

Sherlock Holmes [24:40]: "You must remember that this woman has embroiled us in a most terrible crime."

His probing questions unravel the relationships and secrets surrounding the victims, leading to the revelation of Edward Candlemere's anarchist ties.

Confrontation with Lord Candlemere

The suspense reaches its peak with the arrival of Lord Candlemere, Edward's father, at Baker Street. Initially unaware of Holmes' suspicions, Lord Candlemere becomes the prime suspect after Holmes presents compelling evidence linking him to the murders.

Sherlock Holmes [41:45]: "Lord Candlemare, I formally accuse you of the murder of Morton Roberts, James Aldershot, Reggie Cunningham, James Mawson and two other persons as yet unknown."

Under pressure, Lord Candlemere confesses to the murders, revealing his motives rooted in protecting his son's anarchist activities and maintaining societal appearances. His calculated attempt to mislead the investigation with the "two left hands" signifier is exposed as a flawed ploy.

Resolution and Justice

Holmes skillfully dismantles Lord Candlemere's alibis and manipulates the evidence to secure his confession. Despite Lord Candlemere's propositions to settle the matter discreetly, Holmes remains steadfast in his pursuit of justice, emphasizing the importance of maintaining societal order over personal vendettas.

Sherlock Holmes [50:09]: "Edward is an anarchist, as were the men you killed."

In a final twist, Holmes confronts Lord Candlemere's obsession with preserving reputation, ensuring that justice prevails without succumbing to corruption or cover-ups.

Production Highlights

"The Left Handed Corpse" boasts a stellar cast, bringing the characters to life with authenticity:

• Christopher Newton as Sherlock Holmes
• Leon Pownell as Dr. Watson
• Peter Brockington as Oscar Wilde
• Marion Eisman as Sarah Roberts
• Jack Ammon as Lestrade
• Anthony Holland as Lord Candlemere
• Barbara Tremaine as the Landlady
• Shirley Broderick as Mrs. Hudson
• Charlie Higgins as the Courier Boy

Masterfully produced and directed by Robert Chesterman in Vancouver, the episode features immersive sound effects by Jay Hyrene and a captivating musical score composed and conducted by Bruce Riddell.

Conclusion

"The Left Handed Corpse" encapsulates the essence of the Golden Age of Radio, blending intricate mystery with rich character development. Through Holmes' unparalleled detective work and the compelling narrative, listeners are treated to a classic tale of suspense, deception, and the relentless pursuit of truth.

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Transcript

[Narrator]

And on today's show we have one which has never been heard before. We could say that it's from the Chronicles of Dr. John Watson, but to be totally truthful we have to tell you that it was actually Ghost written for Watson by the talented Vancouver writer Lawrence Gough. It's called the Adventure of the Left Handed Corpse and it was produced in Vancouver by Robert Chesterman. We'll now take you to Baker street in late 19th century London. Dr. Watson is returning home.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Oh, good evening Holmes. And a memorable one since I must congratulate you on your singular imperturbability. Eh, I'm not sure I understand. Oh come now, Watson. Your demeanor may be calm and impassive, but you have come directly from a very narrow escape, have you not? In fact your situation was so grave that you found it necessary to use your pistol. Why that's remarkable. Remarkable, utterly remarkable. How did you manage to come to such an astounding conclusion? Though my conclusions may seem to sparkle and effervesce, the process of deduction is as flat and pedestrian as last night's champagne. I'm sure, I'm sure. But still I'd very much appreciate it if you'd pour me a glass. Very well, Watson. To begin with, your tread upon the stairs was ponderous and dull and as you entered the room I immediately observed numerous signs of a violent physical conflict. You are referring to the fact that I have torn my coat? Your hair is mussed, Watson. Oh, oh dear me. There is a slight cut on your forehead and the blood which has run from it is not yet fully congealed. The knees of your trousers and toes of your boots are smeared with the remarkably tenacious mud of London. And yes, the collar of your coat is badly torn. I would say it was obvious that you have been set upon by a gang of ruffians. I see. But tell me, how did you deduce that I had fired my pistol? You invariably carry the weapon in your Gladstone bag along with the various implements of your trade. Yes, yes, I simply observed that the clasps are not fastened. This breach of security is entirely out of character, Watson, and can only have come about as a consequence of extreme stress. You were forced to draw your pistol and to use it. An extremely plausible and colorful tale, Holmes, full of wonderfully logical deductions. But shall I tell you what actually happened? Kindly do not toy with me, Watson. I was on the underground. There was a mechanical failure. We had to separate one of the coaches and push it onto a siding. This happened on an exposed section of the line. The track was wet and slippery. We were warned to be extremely careful of the electric rail. But I wasn't careful enough. I lost my footing, Holmes, and I'd have been fried crisp as this morning's kipper had not the conductor clutched at my coat and pulled me to one side. That is how I ruined my clothing and bloodied my head. The conductor opened my bag in order to administer to my wound. His groping fingers closed on the trigger of my revolver and the thing went off. Now that is why there is a faint odor of cordite in the air. So you see, my friend, you have not done very well at all. I don't like being made a fool of, Watson. No man does. I haven't made you a fool. All I've done is kept an accurate record of the transition. What do you mean by that remark? I'm talking about your increasing dependence on that hideous drug cocaine, Holmes. It helps me to relax. And cocaine is a dangerous drug. We live in a dangerous world. But not dangerous enough, eh? What are you getting at? I fear that danger itself has become a drug to you and that in the absence of danger you have languished and sought out a substitute narcotic. Well, I would rather die of an overdose of pleasure than a surfeit of boredom and ennui. Now you listen to me, Holmes. I'm not about to stand idly by. Watson, you are my Boswell, nothing more. It is your function to stand idly by. I am a physician, your physician, and I must warn you. Come in, come in.

[Sarah Roberts]

I'm sorry to have to interrupt at this hour of night, Mr. Holmes, but.

[Sherlock Holmes]

I quite understand, Mrs. Hudson. You have to be up at the crack of dawn, don't you?

[Sarah Roberts]

Really?

[Sherlock Holmes]

And you have a responsibility to your other equally distinguished tenants. And you have mentioned the noise on various other occasions and. Etc, etc, etc. I'm sure you must think me the worst tenant in all of London.

[Sarah Roberts]

No, no, not at all, Mr. Holmes.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Well, let me assure you that this evening's debate has ended. Dr. Watson was just about to concede defeat when you knocked.

[Sarah Roberts]

Yes, but what I've been trying to say is, it isn't the noise.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Then what in the world are you doing here?

[Sarah Roberts]

There's a young lady to see you.

[Sherlock Holmes]

What does she want?

[Sarah Roberts]

I have no idea, sir, but she's extremely pale and trembling something fierce.

[Sherlock Holmes]

You say she's trembling?

[Sarah Roberts]

Oh, yes, sir. Absolutely beautiful, she is. And in such a torment of anguish. You've no idea.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Thank you, Mrs. Hudson. You've made the situation quite clear.

[Sarah Roberts]

Shall I show her up then?

[Sherlock Holmes]

Well of course, of course. One moment, Mrs. Hudson. What is this beautiful but tormented young creature's name?

[Sarah Roberts]

Sarah Roberts. Here she's given me her card.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Thank you. Ah, what does it tell you, Holmes? That the lady comes from a good family but is presently in financial straits and extremely distraught. Show her in Mrs. Hudson, if you please.

[Sarah Roberts]

Right away, Mr. Holmes.

[Sherlock Holmes]

And kindly do not drop by in 10 minutes with a nice hot pot of tea. Please sit down next to the fire, Ms. Roberts.

[Sarah Roberts]

Thank you.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Now then, are you quite comfortable? Yes, thank you, warm enough.

[Narrator]

Good.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Now pray tell us. Excuse me. This gentleman whom you see fibrillating before you is my very good friend, Dr. John Watson. How do you do, Ms. Roberts? Please excuse my appearance. I was attacked by a trio of thugs.

[Sarah Roberts]

Oh dear. Are you all right?

[Sherlock Holmes]

Life has never held more promise for me, I assure you. Oh. Now if you all know each other perhaps you would be so kind as to tell us exactly what brings you here.

[Sarah Roberts]

I'm worried, terribly worried about my younger brother Morton.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Pray continue.

[Sarah Roberts]

We came down to London together not quite six months ago. We'd always been very close but here in the city we grew even closer. Morton was in the habit of visiting me every day, Mr. Holmes, even if only for a moment to see that I was well.

[Sherlock Holmes]

And today he failed to visit you?

[Sarah Roberts]

I'm not quite so precipitous as that. I last saw him on Monday.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Six days ago. Yes. Have you been to the police?

[Sarah Roberts]

Three times. They grow more and more disinterested.

[Sherlock Holmes]

We shall have to do something about that, Holmes. Perhaps. Is there anything else?

[Sarah Roberts]

This evening when I returned home from the police station I found a note pinned to my door. If I wished ever to see Morton again I was to go to a place called the Illustrious Client.

[Sherlock Holmes]

A public house next to St. Catherine docks I believe. Not a particularly uplifting area. Did you by any chance bring the note with you?

[Sarah Roberts]

Yes, yes of course.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Good girl. Ah. What do you make of it, Holmes? Very little. The paper is extremely cheap and common and yet I would not say say that is true of the ink that has been used nor the pen. You see Ms. Roberts, the paper is hardly scored at all. This suggests free flowing ink and that suggests a nib of silver or gold. In any case, according to these instructions you are expected of the illustrious client in less than three quarters of an hour.

[Sarah Roberts]

I realize I've given you very little notice. I came by several times this afternoon but apparently you weren't at home.

[Sherlock Holmes]

That's not quite true, Ms. Roberts, but.

[Sarah Roberts]

It'S true enough I. I'm not sure I understand what you mean.

[Sherlock Holmes]

He was present in body but not in mind.

[Sarah Roberts]

Oh, I see.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Now then, shall we proceed? Coat, revolver, spare box of cartridges. What else do I need? Not an umbrella in this fog. Well, well, come along Ms. Roberts. If we hurry we should manage to arrive just in the nick of time. I'd ask you to accompany us, Watson, but I don't imagine you've had time to recover from. The fog is much thicker down here. Influence of the thames. Step carefully, Ms. Roberts. This area of the docks appears to be in considerable disrepair. Shall I take your arm, Ms. Roberts?

[Sarah Roberts]

Thank you, Doctor.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Quite welcome. What are you looking at, Holmes? Someone has preceded us quite recently and they've been dragging something behind them. A man? Something smaller than a man. Thank heavens for that. Oh, they ought to condemn this entire area. The rats hereabout are as thick as fleas and as large as west country hounds. And would you hope to eradicate the undesirable simply by declaring the area out of bounds? No, Nothing. Lift your bull's eye a little, Watson. Take a few steps to your left. Eh? Oh yes, yes, all right. We should be upon the doorstep of the place by now, yet I detect no light, no sign of life.

[Sarah Roberts]

It's very gloomy place.

[Sherlock Holmes]

I hope that Morton is over here, Holmes. Stay well behind me, Ms. Roberts. What have you found, Watson? Our missing public house, or at least what's left of it. Burned right down to the waterline so to speak. And not recently either. These ashes have been rained upon numerous times. Keep the lantern well to one side please, Watson. Like the way but not the wayfarers if you see what I mean. Perfectly. Go. Watch out for the cluster of beams, Ms. Roberts. They appear to be rather precariously arranged. Oh my God. What is it? Ms. Roberts? Please, I implore you, don't come anywhere.

[Sarah Roberts]

My poor Morton, what have they done to.

[Sherlock Holmes]

I've got her. So you have. But you're not in the middle of a scrum, Watson. And there's no need to grip the young lady as ferociously as if someone had just passed at you on your opponent's 25 yard line. Do you have some ether in your bag? Yes, of course, but I wouldn't care to revive her just yet. She's better off out of it I should think. Oh, I've never seen such a gruesome sight as a medical man and a surgeon. What you think has been used here I have no idea. There's something larger than a skullful and smaller than an axe, but whatever the weapon was it has been wielded with absolutely inhuman vigor. Oh Holmes, what can the fellow have done to deserve such a fate? Fellows, Watson, look a little more closely. Oh dear me, what a madhusp. Since Sarah was able to recognize her brother immediately, we must assume the head belongs to him. But who the arms, legs and torso belong to remains for a moment a mystery. But we may be sure of one thing. There are at least five other victims involved in this hideous crime. Hmm, excuse me. Six. Six. The head from one victim, the arms from two others, the torso from a fourth, and the legs from the 5th and 6th. Have you observed the corpse has two left hands? By George. So it has time now for your vial of ether. Watson, let us see what we can do about reviving the lovely Miss Sarah Roberts. As a physician I must say that I believe she should be allowed to rest. She's had a frightful shock. Perhaps, but six men have been murdered, Watson. Think how frightfully shocking that must have been for them. Now then, Ms. Roberts, if you've sufficiently recovered, perhaps you could answer a few questions. You've told me your brother Morton was a member of an obscure and somewhat ribald school of poetry founded by Mr. Oscar Wilde when he was at Oxford. Yes, Holmes, is this really the time? How many other men were involved in this?

[Sarah Roberts]

I'm not sure. Perhaps a dozen altogether.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Please name as many as you can.

[Sarah Roberts]

Well, there was Reggie Cunningham and a young man everyone caught Aldershot. I don't know if that was his first name or his last.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Take him to New.

[Sarah Roberts]

Let me think. I remember a short fat boy named Jimmy Morton. He seemed to be Mr. Wilde's favorite. Mister. Mr. Wilde was always fawning over him, offering him sweets. And. And there was a tall red haired young man, very thin and delicate looking. His name was Edward something. Yes, that's right, it was Edward Candlemere Morton. Used to call him Governor behind his back. I don't know why.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Anyone else?

[Sarah Roberts]

Not that I can remember.

[Sherlock Holmes]

You've done very well. Tell me, were your brother and Oscar Wilde friends or did they merely have a common artistic interest?

[Sarah Roberts]

I'm not sure I understand quite what you mean.

[Sherlock Holmes]

I think you do. Really. Holmes, what are you getting at? Must this inquisition go on forever? Can't you see that the young lady is exhausted? Just a few more questions, Watson.

[Sarah Roberts]

Well, Ms. Roberts, they were friends, as you put it. Yes.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Good friends, yes. Might one even go so far as to suggest that they were intimate friends? Oh, look here now, Holmes, my brother.

[Sarah Roberts]

Was a warm, courageous and sensitive man.

[Sherlock Holmes]

I'm sure he was. Did you approve of his relationship with Wilde?

[Sarah Roberts]

I approved of my brother, Mr. Holmes.

[Sherlock Holmes]

I see. Well Watson, I think it's past time you escorted Ms. Roberts back to our Baker street chambers. Do you really? I shall be staying here for a little while. You needn't feel you have to wait up. I wish I knew, Constance, but I don't, do I? Over here, Lestrade. What the devil? Is that you, Holmes? Naturally. You must have bloomin sharp eyes to be able to recognize anyone in this muck. It wasn't you I identified, Inspector. It was your cologne. Oh, was it now? Hmm, very interesting indeed. If you'll continue to look straight ahead, but bend sharply forward from the waist, I think you'll see why you have been dragged kicking and screaming from your warm feather bed. What are you talking about? That. Hmm. What in the name of. Constable, give me your light. My God. You didn't by any chance catch a glimpse of the madman responsible for this slaughter? I'm afraid it isn't going to be as easy as that, Lestrade. Note the two left hands. Incredible. Quite incredible. There are what appear to be metal fragments embedded in the palm of one of the hands. And there is a quantity of stone dust beneath the fingernails of the other. You will have observed that the torso is pale, thin and decidedly undernourished, each rib casting its own gloomy shadow. Yes, yes. The legs, both of them are muscular and thin and both feet are slightly deformed. Despite the fact that they are not a matched pair. I deduce a considerable amount of walking sheep boots, an insufficient diet and a shocking lack of personal hygiene. It is therefore obvious that the men represented by these limbs were artists and typically unsuccessful ones at that. At least two of them were sculptors in stone and metal according to the evidence. Although I shall want to do a more thorough examination in my laboratory before passing final judgment. Oh yes, of course. Here, hold on a moment. You said dead men. You mean all these pieces don't come from the same person? The newspapers will have a field day with this. And at my expense. Bits and pieces from six dead men. Indeed. Flesh is uncommonly cold, isn't it? As cold as the blood that courses through our murderous veins, Lestrade. But look on the bright side of things. The harder the journalists play upon you now, the better you'll look when I solve the case for you. You're going to do me that favor, are you? Yes. And in return, you must do one for me. Stop wearing that scent. I beg your pardon? And now, my friend, I must wish You a pleasant good evening. I'm going to bed and hopefully to sleep. And then not quite first thing in the morning I intend to visit a creature I have always admired but never hoped to meet. So good of you to drop by, Mr. Holmes. Is there anything at all I can do? I should like to have a talk with you. Where? In hell? Preferably some middle ground. Your drawing room would do nicely. And may I say that I am surprised you know my name. A friend pointed you out once at the ballet. I was at the ballet once. My friend said that a man of my character, or lack of character, would eventually find himself fleeing either towards you or from you. I informed him that the likelihood was that I'd find myself traveling in both directions simultaneously. A consequence of attempting to burn my not particularly brief candle at both ends. 2 By the way, now that my neighbors have had time to look you over. Thank you. It must be a wonderful thing to be a detective. To have a moral license to snoop into the lives of one's inferiors. Eventually dragging the miscreants before the courts of justice of what we like to think is justice. I must say I often wonder why our society takes such pleasure in dragging a purse snatcher before a sow's ear. Mr. Wilde. May Oscar please. I'd be most. I'd be most gratified. Well then, what exactly do you want from me? An autograph? An epigram? A glass of sweet sherry? Last night in the ruins of a public house near St. Catherine docks I came upon a corpse made from the limbs of six dead men. What, you mean a sort of mixed grill of arms and legs and they sort of thing? Exactly. Oh, you've rendered me speechless. Thank God I wasn't a witness to this unnatural event. But tell me why you bloodied my doorstep with such gruesome news. One of the victims is a man named Morton Roberts. You knew him well, did you not? Better than he knew himself, which was just as well. What do you mean? Nothing really. It was merely quipped. Have you any idea who the other men were? Or should I say are? Or should I say nothing but simply remains silent except to call out for my solicitor? I wouldn't go so far as to suggest that you are under suspicion at the moment, Mr. Wilde. Really? Her charming Morton's sister tells me that you and he were at one time engaged upon a similar style of poetry. Sarah, isn't it? Yes. She kept a very close eye on Morton. I'm afraid she rather disapproved of me. Lord Candlemere's son Edward also wrote poetry, did he not? Who did? Good Lord. You don't mean to suggest that he's been murdered too? Except for Morton Roberts, the names of the victims are unknown to me. But can you think of anyone you knew who might have held a grudge against him? No. What a soul. Of course I haven't seen him in years. Life seems to move so rapidly, if somewhat erratically, along my dear Sherlock, that one circle of awfully good friends is constantly changing. Sad to say a dim shifting kaleidoscope of warm hellos and frosty cold goodbyes. Just thinking about it makes me so utterly melancholy and desolate that I can hardly think, except perhaps of having a bite to eat.

[Lord Candlemere]

Would you like?

[Sherlock Holmes]

I, I, I, I don't suppose that's another time. Are you sure you won't have a cup of tea, Holmes? Constable Wilkins makes a rattling good cup. No thank you. That's hot. Yes, it sounds hot. Well I, I don't know how you found out. I was about to arrest Mr. Wilde for multiple murder and I don't suppose it really matters. Imagine someone in the force informed you that I had received an anonymous letter pointing the finger at him. It wasn't Inspector Grayson, was it? Wild is innocent. Oh, oh, so you say, so you say. But I need a suspect, Holmes. If I don't toss something to the journalists they're going to keep chewing on me. That is hardly sufficient reason to arrest the fellow. Wild is a known real story, eager and debaucher. Anyway, we haven't enough on him to make the arrest quite yet, but we're working on it, mark my words. Good evening, Holmes. Hello Watson. Lestrade wants to see you. Constable's been around twice. I know, I know. I've just come from the Yard. The man's an idiot. Tell me, how is Ms. Roberts? Almost fully recovered. The death of her brother has been a terrible shock. But she's young and has a strong constitution. Yes, yes, very. What's your opinion of her, by the way? I had never hoped to meet a woman as charming, erudite and beautiful. Oh, you've no idea how sweet she is. Holmes. A spoon of sugar for your cup of tea. Oh really Holmes. I'm sorry, Watson, but I've never in all my life seen you quite so starry eyed. There's a galaxy swimming around in there and I'm a trifle concerned that it might affect your ability to see things exactly as they are. Are you suggesting that Ms. Roberts is not quite what she appears to be? That description applies to all women everywhere. No, Watson, I am merely suggesting that you try to remember that we really know nothing at all about this young lady. Speak for yourself. I spent much of last night and all of today with Ms. Ro. I say, please stop looking at me like that. I was at all times acting in a professional capacity. That should go without saying. Then I wonder why you felt constrained to say it. Well, look here, Watson. You must bear in mind the fact that this woman has embroiled us in a most terrible crime. And I have discovered that her relationship with her brother was not as warm as she would have a stink. I don't believe it. You're not going to open that window, I hope. Despite firm convictions of my peers, I really cannot see how tobacco can possibly be beneficial to one's health. Look at the sediment it leaves in the bowl of your pipe. I should think that was the very place for it. Anyway, I'd rather inhale a pinch of honest shag from the toe end of a Persian slipper than the thick yellow fog of London spewed from a mere million dirty grates. You're entitled to your opinion of a healthy atmosphere and of Sarah Roberts. Thank you. I don't agree with you on either count, but if you insist. What are you reading? The Soul of Man Under Socialism by Oscar Wilde. Lot of tripe, I expect. Wouldn't bother with any value. Perhaps not. But as Mr. Wilde says, selfishness is not living as one wishes to live. It is asking other people to live as one wishes to live. Now please try to be quiet. I have a great deal of work to do this evening and I expect to be up till the wee small hours. Excuse me, Holmes. I wonder if you'd mind canceling the remainder of your 3am performance. While it's true that the entire house attends, that attendance is, without exception, involuntary. I see. Is there anything the matter? Yes, what's the mean? There is one thing I would like to know and that is why did the corpse have two left hands? Do you think that could be significant? And? And tell me, why has someone gone to such a lot of trouble to point the cold and lifeless finger of death at Oscar Wilde? That's two questions, not one. I congratulate you on your ever expanding powers of observation, Watson. Although I'm sure the credit for your success should be deposited in my account. Not Mrs. Hudson. I hope her signature is quieter but less tentative. Shall I answer it? I think, Watson, that this particular call is for me.

[Sarah Roberts]

Telegram for Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Thank you, my lad.

[Sarah Roberts]

Are you Mr. Holmes?

[Sherlock Holmes]

Yes.

[Sarah Roberts]

Yes, I was told That I was to give this to Mr. Holmes himself and that no one else would do.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Then let me assure you that tonight at least you shall be able to go to bed with a clear conscience. If not complexion. Now if you please.

[Sarah Roberts]

Really sir, I don't mean to be rude, but if the other gentleman would be willing to speak up on your behalf.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Watson. Huh? Oh yes, yes, yes, that's him. Sherlock Holmes in the flesh. The original and one and only.

[Sarah Roberts]

Then there you are, sir, and welcome.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Well, thank you very much indeed, you conscientious little devil. Now stay exactly where you are. Just one moment. I may wish to send a reply.

[Sarah Roberts]

Awfully sorry, I got a pleas I can't send.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Stay boy. Stop. Stop. I just cannot see a thing. Neither can I. This damnable fog. Good Lord. I'm wearing my dressing gown. No going to see you in this soup, Watson. Just thick as any constable I've met. I'm afraid we've missed the little rascal. Scampered down the stairs like a water bug, didn't he? Legs going like pinwheels. Just a blur. Look out. Watson. Watson. Watson, are you all right? Blood in my eyes. Did you hit him? I doubt it. Let me see your head. Take your hand away. Oh, yes, flesh wound, nothing more. If you hadn't pulled me to a. I think it probably missed you entirely. You fired a shot? Yes, I tried to pick off a driver. Light was very tricky though. Wouldn't give twopence my odds. Listen, are you capable of returning to Baker street alone? Why, why yes, yes, yes, certainly. I think so. Why, where are you off to at this time of night? Can't I come along? Oh, I see. Holmes. Holmes. Holmes is still there.

[Sarah Roberts]

Mr. Ives. If you forget your key one more time, I promise you I'll. Oh, you ain't Mr.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Eyes. No one is more aware of that than I.

[Sarah Roberts]

Well, what do you want then?

[Sherlock Holmes]

To see Miss Sarah Roberts.

[Sarah Roberts]

What?

[Sherlock Holmes]

This Silentite.

[Sarah Roberts]

Look here, she ain't one of those, is she?

[Sherlock Holmes]

One of what?

[Sarah Roberts]

Well, I mean, having many at this time of night. She seemed such a nice girl.

[Sherlock Holmes]

You said men. Has she had another visitor? Well, just that other gentleman. The one who calls himself a Dr. Watson? Yes, that's the one.

[Lord Candlemere]

Says he's a medical man.

[Sarah Roberts]

But the way he looks at her.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Well, it seems to me he's the.

[Sarah Roberts]

One who's running a temperature.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Well, I wouldn't have Ms. Roberts arrested just yet, madam. Dr. Watson is as ethical as you could wish. And my name is Sherlock Holmes. Never heard of you. Then I must take it that you do not subscribe to the newspapers. Now, would you be so kind as to inform inform Ms. Roberts that I should like to see her at 3.

[Sarah Roberts]

O' clock in the morning?

[Sherlock Holmes]

It is a matter of some urgency. Perhaps this will recompense you in some small part for any inconvenience.

[Sarah Roberts]

Oh my word. That's what Mr. Sampson down the street would call a veritable waterfall of wealth. Come in, sir, come in.

[Sherlock Holmes]

May I have another glass of your wine?

[Sarah Roberts]

Oh, yes, do, please. I should very much like to try that as well. You seem to take such pleasure from it.

[Sherlock Holmes]

I'm sorry, Ms. Roberts, but I must remain firmly opposed to such an adventure.

[Sarah Roberts]

Well, I don't see why. It isn't as if I'm not willing to ask you nicely, and in as many ways as you like.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Cocaine is a particularly dangerous drug, young lady, not suited to everyone by any stretch of the imagination. My friend Watson insists that there is even the possibility of the physical addiction.

[Sarah Roberts]

But surely it wouldn't hurt to try just a little.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Come now, Ms. Roberts, don't be greedy. I should think one utterly new experience in an evening would be enough for any young woman.

[Sarah Roberts]

Two hours ago I would have agreed with you, Mr. Holmes, but now it seems to me that one's appetite for life grows with each moment spent at the table. Can't, Witcher.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Unfortunately, I have an extremely busy day ahead of me and I must conserve at least a little of my strength for the trials and tribulations that my enemies are no doubt even now strewing across my path. Underway at last.

[Lord Candlemere]

Are you sure you're all right?

[Sherlock Holmes]

Right folks? Never better. You look absolutely exhausted. Where were you last night? Nowhere and everywhere. I see. And where, pray, are we going now? Windsor Castle. And why are we going there? Really, Watson, so many questions. Well, if you weren't so unremittingly obtuse. Windsor Castle is the country home of Lord Candlemere, Watson. Oh, dear me. Holmes, I fear I must prevail upon our friendship and warn you both as doctor and friend that in my opinion your continued flirtation with that devilishly seductive drug has affected your powers of reason. I mean, the very idea that the son of a member of the Upper House could hack up a half a dozen men, it's simply ludicrous. Isaac, what are you doing here? Step outside. No, of course not. Good heavens, man, why should I want to do such a thing? Because it would be in character. You seem to jump to conclusions as skillfully and thoughtlessly as a frog skips across a lily pond. Are you now Telling me then that the Candlemare boy isn't involved in this bloody mess. I will say this and nothing more. One doesn't board a steam train with the intention of reaching one's destination before the journey is ended. And as it is with steam trains, so it is with cold blooded murder. Think of what you have seen with your eyes and heard with your your ears during the past two days, Watson. The necessary clues are all there before you, like raisins to be plucked from a bowl of cold porridge. And now you must excuse me. Last night was particularly exhausting and if I am to be at my best I must get some sleep. Particularly exhausting, was it? Where were you, Holmes? You never did say. I was in hot pursuit of a rather crucial piece of evidence, Watson. And may I say that I do not take kindly to being cross examined.

[Lord Candlemere]

Which one of you is Holmes?

[Sherlock Holmes]

I am Sherlock Holmes, Lord Candlemere. And may I say that you don't seem at all surprised to find me here. Well I am.

[Lord Candlemere]

I'm shocked and I'm offended. And if you sir, are incapable of detecting that and you have only yourself to blame. Now what you want.

[Sherlock Holmes]

I think you know the answer that question even better than I. Holmes, really. You embarrass me, Doctor.

[Lord Candlemere]

Has this fellow been drinking?

[Sherlock Holmes]

Lord Candlemere, I can only say we could discuss the reason for my presence in the privacy of your library, Lord Candlemere.

[Lord Candlemere]

Now look here.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Or must I summon Inspector Lestrade from London?

[Lord Candlemere]

I have no idea what this is all about, I assure you. But I can see that from Dr. Watson's point of view it might be best to if you were humored and then perhaps allowed to make your own way back to the city. Come in, gentlemen. Now then, Holmes, rattle away.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Lord Candlemare, I formally accuse you of the murder of Morton Roberts, James Aldershot, Reggie Cunningham, James Mawson and two other persons as yet unknown. Have you anything to say, Mr. Holmes?

[Lord Candlemere]

It is crystal clear to me that you've been carried away by your own press, Dr. Watson. Do you have a good strong sedative in your bag?

[Sherlock Holmes]

Why yes, but with what? But Watson has nothing but confidence in my methods. And if I say you are a cold and lifeless slaughterer of men, then he knows it must be so. Shall I tell you how you gave yourself away? By all means.

[Lord Candlemere]

Let us see this fairy tale through to its conclusion.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Do you recall the scene of the illustrious client, Watson? All too vividly. In fact, I doubt I shall ever forget it. Nor I. I recall with particular clarity the severed ends of the various limbs that lay in such a macabre grouping upon the damp and ashy floor. A superficial examination of those limbs revealed that the wounds had been caused by a short, thick knife with a curved blade. Such a weapon is of course favored by the Gurkhas. Something you should have known, Watson, from your tour of duty in India. Yes, of course, I've treated similar wounds. Lord Candlemere also spent a tour of duty in India. Nepal, wasn't it? And didn't your many duties include commanding a company of Gurkhas? Yes. I see. I take it the knife was a memento?

[Lord Candlemere]

I know nothing of any knife. My tour of duty in India was extremely unpleasant. I lost a great many dear and valued friends. The very idea of bringing back a memento of that awful span is horribly repugnant to me. And I must say that I strongly resent the fact that you've been crying about in my past.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Quite understandable under the circumstances. But if that's all the evidence you have, Holmes. There is also the matter of the courier. Don't know what you're talking about. A telegram was delivered to me late last night. The young lad substituted W's for R's. An affectation common only among the upper classes. Lord Candlemere, I take it you recruited the telegraph boy? Probably someone who was led to believe he was partaking of a practical joke.

[Lord Candlemere]

I must congratulate you on your imagination, Holmes, if nothing else.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Watson and I immediately realized that the courier might lead us to the murderer. We chased him down the stairs and into the street. The fog was unusually thick last night, as I am sure that you remember.

[Lord Candlemere]

I wasn't in London last night. I'm sure the servants will attest to their.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Oh, no doubt. In any case, we chased the courier down a narrow lane. If it had been any narrower, I might have been killed. You were waiting at the end of that lane in a two wheeler from your London stables. That was a serious mistake, using one of your own vehicles. But then I don't suppose the idea of renting one would ever occur to you, would it?

[Lord Candlemere]

Would you please get to the point? If there is one.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Your coat of arms was painted on the side of the coach. You covered it with lamp black. But the thickening frame fog condensing on the cold metal sides of the vehicle caused the lamp black to run as you swept past us, striking Watson a glancing blow and knocking him head over heels into the gutter. I was able to catch a fleeting glimpse of the topmost part of the crest. Just enough of it to identify. Actually, Holmes, I Had no idea. I was also able to get off one quick revolver shot this morning. I returned to the lane and found a splash of blood on a wall at a height of about eight feet. That scarf around your neck, does it conceal a wound?

[Lord Candlemere]

This is preposterous. Well, I have no doubt that you're in hot pursuit of a murderer, but why should you choose to badger me?

[Sherlock Holmes]

Would you rather we badgered your son?

[Lord Candlemere]

What, you mean Edward?

[Sherlock Holmes]

I happen to know that he was for some time a guest in the home of Mr. Oscar Wilde. The playwright, Lord Candlemere. I also understand that you have recently sent the lad abroad against his wishes. I wonder why. And I wonder if you would wish him dragged into this sordid affair.

[Lord Candlemere]

I knew Edward, but was involved in something that wasn't quite right. His manner towards me had changed markedly and he was unable to account for much of his time. One evening he went out and I followed him. He went to an abandoned warehouse near St. Catherine Docks. His manner was extremely furtive. There was a small door at one end of the building. He knocked three times, Paul. And knocked twice more.

[Sherlock Holmes]

A prearranged signal.

[Lord Candlemere]

A man opened the door. He glanced round to make sure they were unobserved and then let Edward into the building. The door closed behind them and I heard a series of bolts thud into place. I stood in the shadows for a very long time, listening to the rats scurry about in the dark, trying to think what to do. And in the end, I did nothing.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Not that evening. But you went back there, didn't you? Yes.

[Lord Candlemere]

Yes, I did. Three nights later. I was heavily armed with a pair of pistols and that knife. I still don't know why I took it, though I have thought about it for hours on end. In any case, there was a window at the side of the building, at eye level. I peered inside and counted six of them.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Including Edward. My son?

[Lord Candlemere]

No. I'd arranged to meet him at my club and I left a message instructing him to wait.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Pray continue.

[Lord Candlemere]

I. I knocked upon the door exactly as my son had done before me. When it swung open, I had a pistol in each hand. The man who opened the door tried to cry out, but I pressed both barrels against his face and pulled the triggers.

[Sherlock Holmes]

My God.

[Lord Candlemere]

Fell back upon the floor. We could was of packed earth. The smoke from my revolvers hung upon the air. For a moment, nothing moved. Then I kicked the door shut behind me and killed them all. They're still there, buried in that warehouse, if you care to look for them.

[Sherlock Holmes]

You shot all six of them?

[Lord Candlemere]

Then only five. The last one ran at me. He had something in his right hand. I don't know what it was. I had no more ammunition, so I pulled it the knife from his sheath and slashed at him, nearly severing his head from his body.

[Sherlock Holmes]

That would have been Morton Roberts. Why did you cut up the bodies?

[Lord Candlemere]

I reasoned that the more savage the attack seemed to be, the less likelihood there was that the search for the murderer would stray outside the realm of the savages.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Savages? Lower classes. Yes.

[Lord Candlemere]

I still think it was a fine piece of logic.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Why did you send that note to Sarah Roberts?

[Lord Candlemere]

I fear that she would eventually succeed in interesting the police in the case. I'd intended to murder her. Had she come to the docks alone?

[Sherlock Holmes]

Of course. Of course. But why the two left hand?

[Lord Candlemere]

The newspapers didn't know what to make of that, did they? And naturally enough, since it meant nothing, I intended to provide the corpse with a left and right hand. In the horror of the moment, I hacked off two lefts. Well, anyone can make a mistake, can't they?

[Sherlock Holmes]

Then you murdered those six men because you mistakenly believed them to be sexually deviant rather than because of their politics. Politics?

[Lord Candlemere]

What politics?

[Sherlock Holmes]

I have good news for you. Your son's relationship was wild. Was a consequence solely of their common interest in poetry and radical politics.

[Lord Candlemere]

No, I don't believe you.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Edward is an anarchist, as were the men you killed. Anarchists? Are you sure? The rock dust I found under the fingernails of the corpse proved upon further examination to be granules of blasting powder. Watson, the metal filings embedded in the palm of the corpse's other hand obviously came from the shell casing of a bomb. But despite the odious vocation of your victims, Lord Candlemere, I doubt you will find a sympathetic public. You.

[Lord Candlemere]

You wouldn't dare make this revelation a matter of public record. Expose an affair of this sort to the masses and you'd risk shredding the delicate fabric of British society. None of us could say what might happen. We'd be playing right into the anarchist's hands.

[Sherlock Holmes]

I agree. And that is why we three must quietly take justice into our own hands. Oh, I say, Holmes. Here today, in this very room, Lord Candlemere, in my opinion, there is no way you can adequately expiate your sins. However, there are three things that you can do. To begin with, you must make a check out to Miss Sarah Roberts in the sum of £21,000. How did you arrive at that amount? It struck me as being a nice round figure. Oh, I see.

[Lord Candlemere]

Anything else?

[Sherlock Holmes]

Another check. This time to the workhouses of London in a sum of 70, 79,000 pounds. That's 100,000 altogether. Another nice round figure.

[Lord Candlemere]

You're asking me to pay penance to the tune of damn near £17,000 per man.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Unfortunately I agree. But this I promise you, you will never miss a penny of it. What do you mean?

[Lord Candlemere]

Why not?

[Sherlock Holmes]

There is a third condition to my continued silence in this matter. After my Lord Candlemere has finished with his checkbook and his gold nibbed pen, I want him to do something about cleaning his gun collection carelessly. Oh dear me, have I no choice? Certainly you have a choice. But after a moment's reflection I am sure you will agree. It would be much better with the press to find you slumped over a table in your gun room than across the prisoner's dock at the Old Bailey. After all, it's the very fabric of British society that's hanging in the balance, is it not? That was a dear thing, wasn't it? I've always believed that the Great Western Railway would better serve the traveling public by being just a little less punctual. I don't know how they manage it, but their trains always seem to arrive late and leave exactly on time. It's a nuisance, don't you agree? What time is it, Watson? Ten minutes past the hour. I imagine he's done it by now. Yes, I would think he has. Look here, Holmes, do you mind if I ask you a rather personal question for the benefit of your reading public? No, no, no, this is personal. I should like to know where. Where you and I stand on a certain matter. Then speak up. By all means. What is it? I find Ms. Roberts extremely attractive and I wondered if. Well, I simply wondered how you felt about her. There is no denying that Ms. Roberts is an extremely attractive woman. There is something about her, a certain innocence. Don't misunderstand me, Watson. My appreciation of Ms. Roberts charms is entirely objective. I admire her as I would admire a painting hung upon a wall, but I have no desire whatsoever to possess her, if that is what you mean. More or less. More or less? But you're quite sure, Watson? I'm beginning to suspect an infatuation. By the way, give her this cheque and advise her to cash it promptly today if at all possible. Well I thought you'd want to give it to her yourself. I have more pressing business to attend to. I believe I owe it to English literature and the reading public to warn Mr. Oscar Wilde of the folly of his ways. Perhaps familiarize him with section 11 of the Criminal code. Amendment Act. I see no doubt my kindness will prove a waste of time. Wilde is a known voluptuary whose addiction to satiety will doubtless eventually require him to taste the ultimate sensation ruin. But still, it is a task which must be undertaken. Precisely, Watson.

[Narrator]

Precisely. The Adventure of the Left Handed Corpse starred Christopher Newton as Sherlock Holmes.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Holmes.

[Narrator]

Leon Pownell as Dr. Watson, Peter Brockington as Oscar Wilde, Marion Eisman as Sarah and Jack Ammon as Lestrade. Also appearing were Anthony Holland as Lord Candlemere, Barbara Tremaine as the landlady, Shirley Broderick as Mrs. Hudson, and Charlie Higgins as the courier boy. The engineer was Jerry Stanley, with sound effects by Jay Hyrene. The music was composed and conducted by Bruce Riddell. The Adventure of the Left Handed Corpse was produced and directed in Vancouver by Robert Chesterman. Next week, on Sunday matinee, join us for with my Eyes wide open.