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Hugh Bonneville
Welcome to Sherlock Holmes Short Stories. I'm Hugh Bonneville and this is the Adventure of the Bruce Partington Plans Part two Last time Sherlock Holmes received an unexpected visit from his brother Mycroft, the hidden power at the heart of the British government whose mind contains all its secrets. A young clerk named Cadogan west had been found dead on the underground tracks with seven pages of top secret submarine plans in his pocket. Though at first it appeared to be a simple case of treason and murder, certain details caught Holmes attention the absence of a train ticket on the murdered man, the peculiar location of the body, and most crucially, the missing three pages of the Bruce Partington Plans. After examining the scene at Aldgate station, Holmes has spotted something revelatory in the railway points, something that prompted him to request an urgent list of every foreign spy operating in London. Now Holmes is about to tell Watson what he has deduced. His eager face still wore that expression of intense and high strung energy which showed me that some novel and suggestive circumstance had opened up a stimulating line of thought. See the foxhound with hanging ears and drooping tail as it lolls about the kennels, and compare it with the same hound as with gleaming eyes and straining muscles it runs upon a breast high scent. Such was the change in Holmes since the morning. He was a different man from the limp and lounging figure in the mouse colored dressing gown who had prowled so restlessly only a few hours before round the fog girt room. There is material here, there is scope, said he. I am dull indeed not to have understood its possibilities. Even now they are dark to me. The end is dark to me also. But I have hold of one idea which may lead us far the man met his death elsewhere and his body was on the roof of a carriage. On the roof. Remarkable is it not. But consider the facts. Is it a coincidence that it is found at the very point where the train pitches and sways as it comes round on the points? Is not that the place where an object upon the roof might be expected to fall off the points would affect no object inside the train? Either the body fell from the roof or a very curious coincidence has occurred. But now consider the question of the blood. Of course there was no bleeding on the line if the body had bled elsewhere. Each fact is suggestive in itself. Together they have a cumulative force. And the ticket too. I cried. Exactly. We could not explain the absence of a ticket. This would explain it. Everything fits to together. But suppose it were so. We're still as far as ever from unraveling the mystery of his death. Indeed, it becomes not simpler, but stranger. Perhaps, said Holmes thoughtfully, perhaps he relapsed into a silent reverie which lasted until the slow train drew up at last in Woolwich station. There he called a cab and drew Mycroft's paper from his pocket. We have quite a little round of afternoon calls to make, said he. I think that Sir James Walter claims our first attention. The house of the famous official was a fine villa with green lawns stretching down to the Thames. As we reached it, the fog was lifting and a thin watery sunshine was breaking through. A butler answered our ring. Sir James, sir, said he with solemn face. Sir James died this morning. Good heavens. Cried Holmes in amazement. How did he die? Perhaps you would care to step in, sir, and see his brother, Colonel Valentine? Yes, we had best do so. We were ushered into a dim lit drawing room where an instant later we were joined by a very tall, handsome, light, bearded man of 50, the younger brother of the dead scientist. His wild eyes, stained cheeks and unkempt hair all spoke of the sudden blow which had fallen upon the household. He was hardly articulate as he spoke of was this horrible scandal, said he. My brother, Sir James was a man of very sensitive honour and he could not survive such an affair. It broke his heart. He was always so proud of the efficiency of his department and this was a crushing blow. We had hoped that he might have given us some indications which would have helped us to clear the matter up. I assure you that it was all a mystery to him as it is to you and to all of us. He had already put all his knowledge at the disposal of the police. Naturally he had no doubt that Cadogan west was guilty, but all the rest was inconceivable. You cannot throw any new light upon the affair. I know nothing myself. Save what I have read or heard. I have no desire to be discourteous but you can understand Mr. Holmes that we are much disturbed at present and I must ask you to hasten this interview to an end. This is indeed an unexpected development said my friend when we had regained the cab. I wonder if the death was natural or whether the poor old fellow killed himself. If the latter may it be taken as some sign of self reproach for duty neglected. We must leave that question to the future. Now we shall turn to the Cadogan Wests. A small but well kept house in the outskirts of the town sheltered the bereaved mother. The old lady was too dazed with grief to be of any use to us but at her side was a white faced young lady who introduced herself as Miss Violet Westbury, the fiance of the dead man and the last to see him upon that fatal night. I cannot explain it Mr. Holmes, she said. I have not shut an eye since the tragedy. Thinking, thinking, thinking night and day what the true meaning of it can be. Arthur was the most single minded, chivalrous, patriotic man upon earth. He would have cut his right hand off before he would sell a state secret confided to his keeping. It is absurd, impossible, preposterous to anyone who knew him. But the facts, Ms. Westbury. Yes, yes, I admit I cannot explain them. Was he in any want of money? No. His needs were very simple and his salary ample. He had saved a few hundreds and we were to marry at the new year. No signs of any mental excitement. Come Ms. Westbury, be absolutely frank with us. The quick eye of my companion had noted some change in her manner. She coloured and hesitated. Yes, she said at last. I had a feeling that there was something on his mind. For long? Only for the last week or so. He was thoughtful and worried. Once I pressed him about it. He admitted that there was something and that it was concerned with his official life. It is too serious for me to speak about even to you, said he. I could get nothing more. Holmes looked grave. Go on Mr. Westbury, even if it seems to tell against him. Go on. We cannot say what it may lead to. Indeed I have nothing more to tell. Once or twice it seemed to me that he was on the point of telling me something. He spoke one evening of the importance of the secret and I have some recollection that he said that no doubt foreign spies would pay a great deal to have it. My friend's face grew graver still. Anything else? He said that we were slack about such matters, that it would be easy for A traitor to get the plans. Was it only recently that he made such remarks? Yes, quite recently. Now tell us of that. Last evening we were to go to the theatre. The fog was so thick that a cab was useless. We walked and our way took us close to the office. Suddenly he darted away into the fog. Without a word he gave an exclamation. That was all. I waited but he never returned. Then I walked home. Next morning after the office opened they came to inquire. About 12:00 we heard the terrible news. Oh, Mr. Holmes, if you could only. Only save his honour. It was so much to him. Holmes shook his head sadly. Come, Watson, said he. Our ways lie elsewhere. Our next station must be the office from which the papers were taken. It was black enough before against this young man, but our inquiries make it blacker, he remarked as the cab lumbered off. His coming marriage gives a motive for the crime. He naturally wanted money. The idea was in his head since he spoke about it. He nearly made the girl an accomplice in the treason by telling her his plans. It is all very bad. But surely Holmes character goes for something. Then again, why should he leave the girl in the street and dart away to commit a felony? Exactly. There are certainly objections, but it is a formidable case which they have to meet.
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Ryan Reynolds
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Hugh Bonneville
The guy who wanted to pay me.
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Ryan Reynolds
In foreign currency, no interest over 36 months. Yeah. No. Carvana gave me an offer in minutes, picked it up and paid me on the spot. It was so convenient. Just like that. You? Yeah. No hassle? None. That is super convenient. Sell your car to Carvana and swap Hassle for convenience.
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Hugh Bonneville
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Ryan Reynolds
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Hugh Bonneville
Mr. Sydney Johnson, the senior clerk, met us at the office and received us with that respect which my companion's card always commanded. He was a thin, gruff, bespectacled man of middle age, his cheeks haggard and his hands twitching from the nervous strain to which he had been subjected. It is bad, Mr. Holmes, very bad. Have you heard of the death of the chief? We have just come from his house. The place is disorganized. The chief dead, Cadogan west dead, our papers stolen and yet when we closed our door on Monday evening we were as efficient an office as any in the government service. Good God, it's dreadful to think of that west of all men should have done such a thing. You are sure of his guilt then? I can see no other way out of it. And yet I would have trusted him as I trust myself. At what hour was the office closed on Monday? At 5. Did you close it? I am always the last man out. Where were the plans? In that safe. I put them there myself. Is there no watchman to the building? There is, but he has other departments to look after as well. He's an old soldier and a most trustworthy man. He saw nothing that evening of course. The fog was very thick. Suppose that Cadogan west wished to make his way into the building after hours. He would need three keys, would he not, before he could reach the papers? Yes, he would. The key of the outer door, the key of the office and the key of the safe. Only Sir James Walter and you had those keys? I had no keys of the doors, only of the safe. Was Sir James a man who was orderly in his habits? Yes, I think he was. I know that so far as those three keys are concerned he kept them on the same ring. I have often seen them there. And that ring went with him to London? He said so. And your key never left your possession? Never. Then west, if he is the culprit, must have had a duplicate and yet none was found upon his body. One other point. If a clerk in this office desired to sell the plans, would it not be simpler to copy the plans for himself than to take the originals as was actually done? It would take considerable technical knowledge to copy the plans in an effective way. But I suppose either Sir James or you or west has that technical knowledge. No doubt we had. But I beg you won't try to drag me into the matter. Mr. Holmes, what is the use of our speculating in this way when the original plans were actually found on West? Well, it is certainly singular that he should run the risk of taking originals if he could safely have taken copies which would have equally served his turn. Singular, no doubt. And yet he did so. Every inquiry in this case reveals something inexplicable. Now there are three papers still missing. They are, as I understand, the vital ones. Yes, that is so. Do you mean to say that anyone holding these three papers and without the seven others could construct a Bruce Partington submarine? I reported to that effect to the Admiralty but today I have been over the drawings again and I am not so sure of it. The double valves with the automatic self adjusting slots are drawn in one of the papers which would have been returned until the foreigners had invented that for themselves they could not make the boat. Of course they might soon get over the difficulty. But the three missing drawings are the most important. Undoubtedly. I think with your Permission? I will now take a stroll round the premises. I do not recall any other question which I desired to ask. He examined the lock of the safe, the door of the room and finally the iron shutters of the window. It was only when we were on the lawn outside that his interest was strongly excited. There was a laurel bush outside the window and several of the branches bore signs of having been twisted or snapped. He examined them carefully with his lens and then some dim and vague marks upon the earth beneath. Finally he asked the chief clerk to close the iron shutters and he pointed out to me that they hardly met in the centre and that it would be possible for anyone outside to see what was going on within the room. The indications are ruined by three days delay. They may mean something or nothing. Well Watson, I do not think that Woolwich can help us further. It is a small crop which we have gathered. Let us see if we can do better in London. Yet we added one more sheaf to our harvest before we left Woolwich station. The clerk in the ticket office was able to say with confidence that he saw Cadogan west whom he knew well by sight upon the Monday night and that he went to London by the 8:15 to London Bridge. He was alone and took a single third class ticket. The clerk was struck at the time by his excited and nervous manner. So shaky was he that he could hardly pick up his change and the clerk had helped him with it. A reference to the time table showed that the 8:15 was the first train which it was possible for west to take after he had left the lady about 7.30. Let us reconstruct Watson, said Holmes after half an hour of silence. I am not aware that in all our joint researches we have ever had a case which was more difficult to get at. Every fresh advance which we make only reveals a fresh ridge beyond and yet we have surely made some appreciable progress. The effect of our inquiries at Woolwich has in the main been against young Cadogan west. But the indications at the window would lend themselves to a more favourable hypothesis. Let us suppose for example, that he had been approached by some foreign agent or it might have been done under such pledges as would have prevented him from speaking of it and yet would have affected his thoughts in the direction indicated by his remarks to his fiance. Very good. We will now suppose that as he went to the theatre with the young lady he suddenly in the fog caught a glimpse of this same agent going in the direction of the office. He was an impetuous man, quick in his Decisions. Everything gave way to his duty. He followed the man, reached the window, saw the abstraction of the documents and pursued the thief. In this way we get over the objection that no one would take originals. When he could make copies, the outsider had to take originals. So far it holds together. What is the next step? Then we come into difficulties. One would imagine that under such circumstances, the first act of young Cadogan west would be to seize the villain and raise the alarm. Why did he not do so? Could it have been an official superior who took the papers that would explain West's conduct? Or could the chief have given west the slip in the fog and west started at once to London to head him off from his own room, presuming that he knew where the rooms were. The call must have been very pressing, since he left his girl standing in the fog and made no effort to communicate with her. Our scent runs cold here. And there is a vast gap between either hypothesis and the laying of West's body with seven papers in his pocket on the roof of a Metropolitan train. My instinct now is to work from the other end. If Mycroft has given us the list of addresses, we may be able to pick our man and follow two tracks instead of one. My dad works in B2B marketing. He came by my school for career day and said he was a big roas man. Then he told everyone how much he loved calculating his return on ad spend. My friends still laugh at me to this day. Not everyone gets B2B, but with LinkedIn you'll be able to reach people who do. Get $100 credit on your next ad campaign. Go to LinkedIn.com results to claim your credit. That's LinkedIn.com results. Terms and conditions apply. LinkedIn, the place to be to be. Surely enough. A note awaited us at Baker Street. A government messenger had brought it post haste. Holmes glanced at it and threw it over to me. There are numerous small fry, but few who would handle so big an affair. The only men worth considering adolphe Meyer of 13 Great George Street, Westminster. Louis Larothiere of Camden Mansions, Notting Hill and Hugo Oberstein, 13 Caulfield Gardens, Kensington. The latter was known to be in town on Monday and is now reported as having left. Glad to hear you have seen some light. The Cabinet awaits your final report with the utmost anxiety. Urgent representations have arrived from the very highest quarter. The whole force of the state is at your back if you should need it, Mycroft. I'm afraid, said Holmes, smiling, that all the Queen's horses and all the Queen's men cannot avail in this matter. He had spread out his big map of London and leaned eagerly over it. Well, well, said he presently, with an exclamation of satisfaction. Things are turning a little in our direction at last. Why, Watson, I do honestly believe that we are going to pull it off after all. He slapped me on the shoulder with a sudden burst of hilarity. I am going out now. It is only a reconnaissance. I will do nothing serious without my trusted comrade and biographer at my elbow. You stay here and the odds are that you will see me again in an hour or two. If time hangs heavy. Get foolscap and a pen and begin your narrative of how we saved the state. I felt some reflection of his elation in my own mind, for I knew well that he would not depart so far from his usual austerity of demeanor unless there was good cause for exultation. All the long November evening I waited, filled with impatience, for his return. At Last, shortly after 9:00, there arrived a messenger with a note. I'm dining at Goldini's Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel and a revolver. Sh. It was nice equipment for a respectable citizen to carry through the dim fog draped streets. I stowed them all discreetly away in my overcoat and drove straight to the address given. There sat my friend at a little round table near the door of the garish Italian restaurant. Now, have you had something to eat? Then join me in a coffee and curacao. Try one of the proprietors. Cigars. They are less poisonous than one would expect. Have you the tools? They are here in my overcoat. Excellent. Let me give you a short sketch of what I have done with some indication of. Of what we are about to do now. It must be evident to you, Watson, that this young man's body was placed on the roof of the train. That was clear from the instant that I determined the fact that it was from the roof and not from a carriage that he had fallen. Could it not have been dropped from a bridge? I should say it was impossible. If you examine the roofs, you will find that they are slightly rounded and there is no railing round them. Therefore we can say for certain that young Cadogan west was placed on it. How could he be placed there? That was the question which we had to answer. There is only one possible way. You are aware that the underground runs clear of tunnels at some points in the West End? I had a vague memory that as I have travelled by it I have occasionally seen windows just above my head. Now, suppose that a train halted under such a window. Would there be any difficulty in laying a body upon the roof? It seems most improbable. We must fall back upon the old axiom that when all other contingencies fail. Whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth here. All other contingencies have failed. When I found that the leading international agent who had just left London lived in a row of houses which abutted upon the underground, I was so pleased that you were a little astonished at my sudden frivolity. Oh, that was it, was it? Yes, that was it. Mr. Hugo Oberstein of 13 Caulfield Gardens, and had become my objective. I began my operations at Gloucester Road Station, where a very helpful official walked with me along the track and allowed me to satisfy myself not only that the back stair windows of Caulfield Gardens open on the line, but the even more essential fact that owing to the intersection of one of the larger railways, the underground trains are frequently held motionless for some minutes at that very spot. Splendid, Holmes. You have got it so far? So far, Watson. We advance, but the goal is afar. Well, having seen the back of Caulfield Gardens, I visited the front and satisfied myself that the bird was indeed flown. It is a considerable house, unfurnished so far as I could judge. In the upper rooms, Oberstein lived there with a single valet who was probably a confederate entirely in his confidence. We must bear in mind that Oberstein has gone to the continent to dispose of his booty, but not with any idea of flight, for he had no reason to fear a warrant, and the idea of an amateur domiciliary visit would certainly never occur to him. Yet that is precisely what we are about to make. Could we not get a warrant and legalize it? Hardly on the evidence. What can we hope to do? We cannot tell what correspondence may be there. I don't like it, Holmes. My dear fellow, you shall keep watch in the street. I'll do the criminal part. It's not a time to stick at trifles. Think of Mycroft's note of the Admiralty, the cabinet, the exalted person who waits for news. We are bound to go. My answer was to rise from the table. You are right, Holmes, we are bound to go. He sprang up and shook me by the hand. I knew you would not shrink at the last, said he, and for a moment I saw something in his eyes which was nearer to tenderness than I had ever seen. The next instant he was his masterful, practical self once more. It is nearly half a mile, but there is no hurry. Let us walk, said he. Don't drop the instruments. I beg your arrest as a suspicious character would be a most unfortunate complication Next time In the final installment of the Adventure of the Bruce Partington Plans, Holmes and Watson execute their risky break in and are shocked at what they find. A late night visitor reveals a tale of betrayal more shocking than even Holmes anticipated, and the great detective begins a deadly game of cat and mouse that will determine the fate of England's greatest military secret. Can't wait a week until the next episode? Well, listen to it right away by subscribing to Noiser Plus. Head to www.noiser.comscriptions for more information or click the link in the episode Description.
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