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Hugh Bonneville
Welcome to Sherlock Holmes Short Stories. I'm Hugh Bonneville and this is the Adventure of the Speckled Band, Part three. Last time Holmes and Watson were confronted by an irate Dr. Grimsby Roylott, who warned them to stay out of his affairs. Undaunted, Holmes discovered the truth about Helen Stoner's inheritance and why her stepfather might want to prevent her marriage at any cost. At Stoke Moran, Dr. Roylott's crumbling manor home, Holmes and Watson unearthed a few bizarre clues in the room Helen has recently moved into, the very same room in which her twin sister was killed, a dummy bell rope hanging down to a bed that is bolted in place, and a ventilator opening not to the outside but into Dr. Roylott's chamber. So Holmes has formulated a dangerous plan. Helen will sneak out of her room under the COVID of darkness and Holmes and Watson will take her place. Now the mystery solving duo have headed to a local inn to prepare for their midnight vigil. Sherlock Holmes and I had no difficulty in engaging a bedroom and sitting room at the Crown Inn. They were on the upper floor and from our window we could command a view of the Avenue gate and of the inhabited wing of Stoke Moran Manor House. At dusk we saw Dr. Grimsby Roylott drive past, his huge form looming up beside the little figure of the lad who drove him. The boy had some slight difficulty in undoing the heavy iron gates, and we heard the hoarse roar of the doctor's voice and saw the fury with which he shook his clenched fists at him. The trap drove on and a few minutes later we saw a sudden light spring up among the trees as the lamp was lit in one of the sitting rooms. Do you know, Watson, said Holmes, as we sat together in the gathering darkness, I have really some scruples as to taking you tonight. There is a distinct element of danger. Can I be of assistance? Your presence might be invaluable. Then I shall certainly come. It is very kind of you you speak of danger. You have evidently seen more in these rooms than was visible to me. No, but I fancy that I may have deduced A little more. I imagine that you saw all that I did. I saw nothing remarkable save the bell rope. And what. What purpose that could answer? I confess is more than I can imagine. You saw the ventilator too? Yes, but I do not think that it is such a very unusual thing to have a small opening between two rooms. It was so small that a rat could hardly pass through. I knew that we should find a ventilator before ever we came to Stoke Moran. My dear Holmes. Oh yes, I did. You remember in her statement she said that her sister could smell Dr. Roylott's cigar. Now of course, that suggested at once that there must be a communication between the two rooms. It could only be a small one or it would have been remarked upon at the coroner's inquiry. I deduced a ventilator. But what harm can there be in that? Well, there is at least a curious coincidence of dates. A ventilator is made, a cord is hung and a lady who sleeps in the bed dies. Does not that strike you? I cannot as yet see any connection. Did you observe anything very peculiar about that bed? No, it was clamped to the floor. Did you ever see a bed fastened like that before? I cannot say that I have. The lady could not move her bed. It must always be in the same relative position to the ventilator and to the rope, or so we may call it, since it was clearly never meant for a bell pull. Holmes. I cried. I seem to see dimly what you are hinting at. We are only just in time to prevent some subtle and horrible crime. Subtle enough and horrible enough. When a doctor goes wrong, he is the first of criminals. He has nerve and he has knowledge. Palmer and Pritchard were among the heads of their profession. This man strikes even deeper. But I think, Watson, that we shall be able to strike deeper still. But we shall have horrors enough before the night is over. For goodness sake, let us have a quiet pipe and turn our minds for a few hours to something more cheerful. We have one more act for you this evening. I don't even need to say his name. Mr. Bob Dylan.
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Timothee Chalamet
From the director of Walk the Line and Ford versus Ferrari.
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Bob Dylan
If anyone is going to hold your attention on the stage, you have to kind of be a freak.
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Timothee Chalamet
And starring Timothee Chalamet as Bob Dylan.
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Hugh Bonneville
Are you a freak?
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Bob Dylan
Hope so. Once upon a time you just so.
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Timothee Chalamet
Inspired by the true story. I want to know which side he's on this Christmas.
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Bob Dylan
They just want me singing blowing in the wind for the rest of my life.
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Timothee Chalamet
Bobby, what do you want to Be.
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Bob Dylan
Whatever it is they don't want me to be. How does it feel?
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Timothee Chalamet
He defied everyone.
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Turn it down.
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Hugh Bonneville
Be loud.
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Bob Dylan
To be on your own.
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Timothee Chalamet
To change everything.
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Hugh Bonneville
Aar Elvis with no direction.
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Timothee Chalamet
To M. Chalamet Edward Norton El Fanny Monica Barbaro make some noise.
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Hugh Bonneville
BD Track some mud on a carpet.
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Timothee Chalamet
Complete unknown A complete unknown Only in theater's Christmas Day BR under 1790 minute.
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Hugh Bonneville
Without parrot about 9 o'clock the light among the trees was extinguished and always dark in the direction of the manor house. Two hours passed slowly away, and then suddenly, just at the stroke of 11, a single bright light shone out right in front of us. That is our signal, said Holmes, springing to his feet. It comes from the middle window. As we passed out, he exchanged a few words with the landlord, explaining that we were going on a late visit to an acquaintance and that it was possible that we might spend the night there. A moment later we were out on the dark road, a chill wind blowing in our faces and one yellow light twinkling in front of us through the gloom to guide us on our sombre errand. There was little difficulty in entering the grounds, for unrepaired breeches gaped in the old park wall. Making our way among the trees, we reached the lawn, crossed it, and were about to enter through the window, when out from a clump of laurel bushes there darted what seemed to be a hideous and distorted child, who threw itself upon the grass with writhing limbs and then ran swiftly across the lawn into the darkness. My God, I whispered. Did you see it? Holmes was for the moment as startled as I. His hand closed like a vice upon my wrist in his agitation. Then he broke into a low laugh and put his lips to my ear. It is a nice household, he murmured. That is the baboon. I had forgotten the strange pets which the doctor affected. There was a cheetah, too. Perhaps we might find it upon our shoulders at any moment. I confess that I felt easier in my mind when, after following Holmes example and slipping off my shoes, I found myself inside the bedroom. My companion noiselessly closed the shutters, moved the lamp onto the table, and cast his eyes round the room. All was as we had seen it in the daytime. Then, creeping up to me and making a trumpet of his hand, he whispered into my ear again, so gently that it was all that I could do to distinguish the words.
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Sherlock Holmes
The least sound would be fatal to our plans.
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Hugh Bonneville
I nodded to show that I had heard.
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Sherlock Holmes
We must sit without light. He would see it through the ventilator.
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Hugh Bonneville
I nodded again.
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Sherlock Holmes
Do not go Asleep? Your very life may depend upon it. Have your pistol ready in case we should need it. I will sit on the side of the bed and you in that chair.
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Hugh Bonneville
I took out my revolver and laid it on the corner of the table. Holmes had brought up a long thin cane and this he placed upon the bed beside him. By it he laid the box of matches and the stump of a candle. Then he turned down the lamp and we were left in darkness. How shall I ever forget that dreadful vigil? I could not hear a sound, not even the drawing of a breath. And yet I knew that my companion sat open eyed within a few feet of me in the same state of nervous tension in which I was myself. The shutters cut off the least ray of light and we waited in absolute darkness. From outside came the occasional cry of a night bird and once, at our very window, a long drawn cat like whine which told us that the cheetah was indeed at liberty. Far away we could hear the deep tones of the parish clock which boomed out every quarter of an hour. How long they seemed, those quarters. 12 struck, and 1 and 2 and 3. And still we sat waiting silently for whatever might befall. Suddenly there was the momentary gleam of a light up in the direction of the ventilator which vanished immediately but was succeeded by a strong smell of burning oil and heated metal. Someone in the next room had lit a dark lantern. I heard a gentle sound of movement and then all was silent once more, though the smell grew stronger. For half an hour I sat with straining ears. Then suddenly another sound became audible. A very gentle, soothing sound like that of a small jet of steam escaping continually from a kettle. The instant that we heard it, Holmes sprang from the bed, struck a match and lashed furiously with his cane at the bell pull. You see it, Watson? He yelled. You see it? But I saw nothing. At the moment when Holmes struck the light I heard a low clear whistle. But the sudden glare flashing into my weary eyes made it impossible for me to tell what it was at which my friend lashed so savagely. I could, however, see that his face was deadly pale and filled with horror and loathing. He had ceased to strike and was gazing up at the ventilator when suddenly there broke from the silence of the night the most horrible cry to which I have ever listened. It swelled up louder and louder, a hoarse yell of pain and fear and anger all mingled in the one dreadful shriek. They say that away down in the village and even in the distant parsonage, that cry raised the sleepers from their beds. It struck cold to our hearts. And I stood gazing at Holmes and he at me until the last echoes of it had died away into the silence from which it rose. What can it mean? I gasped. It means that it is all over, Holmes answered. And perhaps, after all, it is for the best. Take your pistol and we will enter Dr. Roylott's room with a grave face. He lit the lamp and led the way down the corridor. Twice he struck at the chamber door without any reply from within. Then he turned the handle and entered, I at his heels with the cocked pistol in my hand. It was a singular sight which met our eyes. On the table stood a dark lantern with the shutter half open, throwing a brilliant beam of light upon the iron safe the the door of which was ajar. Beside this table, on the wooden chair sat Dr. Grimsby Roylott, clad in a long grey dressing gown, his bare ankles protruding beneath and his feet thrust into red heelless Turkish slippers. Across his lap lay the short stock with the long lash which we had noticed during the day. His chin was cocked upward and his eyes were fixed in a dreadful rigid stare at the corner of the ceiling. Round his brow he had a peculiar yellow band with brownish speckles which seemed to be bound tightly round his head. As we entered he made neither sound nor motion. The band, the speckled band, whispered Holmes. I took a step forward. In an instant his strange headgear began to move and there reared itself from among his hair the squat diamond shaped head and puffed neck of a loathsome serpent. It is a swamp adder. Cried Holmes, the deadliest snake in India. He has died within 10 seconds of being bitten. Violence does in truth recoil upon the violent and the schemer falls into the pit which he digs for another. Let us thrust this creature back into its den and we can then remove Ms. Stoner to some place of shelter and let the county police know what has happened. As he spoke, he drew the dog whip swiftly from the dead man's lap and throwing the noose round the reptile's neck, he drew it from its horrid perch and carrying it at arm's length, threw it into the iron safe which he closed upon it.
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Hugh Bonneville
Such are the true facts of the death of Dr. Grimsby Roylott of Stoke Moran. It is not necessary that I should prolong a narrative which has already run too great a lengthy by telling how we broke the sad news to the terrified girl, how we conveyed her by the morning train to the care of her good aunt at Harrow, of how the slow process of official inquiry came to the conclusion that the doctor met his fate while indiscreetly playing with a dangerous pet. The little which I had yet to learn of the case was told me by Sherlock Holmes as we traveled back next day I had said, he come to an entirely erroneous conclusion which shows, my dear Watson, how dangerous it always is to reason from insufficient data. The presence of the gypsies and the use of the word band, which was used by the poor girl, no doubt to explain the appearance which she had caught a hurried glimpse of by the light of her match, were sufficient to put me upon an entirely wrong scent. I can only claim the merit that I instantly reconsidered my position when, however, it became clear to me that whatever danger threatened an occupant of the room could not come either from the window or the door. My attention was speedily drawn, as I have already remarked to you, to this ventilator and to the bell rope which hung down to the bed. The discovery that this was a dummy and that the bed was clamped to the floor instantly gave rise to the suspicion that the rope was there as a bridge for something passing through the hole and coming to the bed. The idea of a snake instantly occurred to me. And when I coupled it with my knowledge that the doctor was furnished with a supply of creatures from India, I felt that I was probably on the right track. The idea of using a form of poison which could not possibly be discovered by any chemical test was just such a one as would occur to a clever and ruthless man who had had an eastern training. The rapidity with which such a poison would take effect would also, from his point of view, be an advantage. It would be a sharp eyed coroner indeed who could distinguish the two little dark punctures which would show where the po fangs had done their work. Then I thought of the whistle. Of course, he must recall the snake before the morning light revealed it to the victim. He had trained it probably by the use of the milk which we saw to return to him when summoned, he would put it through this ventilator at the hour that he thought best, with the certainty that it would crawl down the rope and land on the bed. It might or might not bite the occupant. Perhaps she might escape every night for a week, but sooner or later she must fall a victim. I had come to these conclusions before ever I had entered his room. An inspection of his chair showed me that he had been in the habit of standing on it, which of course would be necessary in order that he should reach the ventilator. The sight of the safe, the saucer of milk, and the loop of whipcord were enough to finally dispel any doubts which may have remained. The metallic clang heard by Ms. Stoner was obviously caused by her stepfather hastily closing the door of his safe upon its terrible occupant. Having once made up my mind, you know the steps which I took in order to put the matter to the proof, I heard the creature hiss, as I have no doubt that you did also, and I instantly lit the light and attacked it, with the result of driving it through the ventilator and also with the result of causing it to turn upon its master at the other side. Some of the blows of my cane came home and roused its snakish temper so that it flew upon the first person it saw. In this way, I am no doubt indirectly responsible for Dr. Grimsby Roylott's death, and I cannot say that it is likely to weigh very heavily upon my conscience. Next time on Sherlock Holmes Short Stories. Holmes is faced with a chilling new mystery, the Adventure of the Dancing Men. When a series of strange, childlike drawings begin appearing at a country manor, Holmes is employed to decipher their meaning. With each cryptic message, a dark past emerges, linking a Norfolk estate to a dangerous American underworld. As terror mounts and lives hang in the balance, Holmes and Watson must decrypt the messages in a race against time. But will they crack the code before tragedy strikes? Find out next time. 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.
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