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The Naval Treaty: Part Two

Sherlock Holmes Short Stories

Wed May 21 2025

Summary

Sherlock Holmes Short Stories: "The Naval Treaty: Part Two" Hosted by NOISER and narrated by Hugh Bonneville Release Date: May 21, 2025

Introduction and Recap of Part One

In the gripping second installment of "The Naval Treaty," host Hugh Bonneville welcomes listeners back to the intricate world of Sherlock Holmes. The episode picks up from where Part One left off, delving deeper into the mysterious disappearance of a top-secret naval treaty that has shattered the career of diplomat Percy Phelps. Bonneville sets the stage by summarizing the desperate circumstances that led Phelps to seek Holmes's unparalleled investigative skills.

Percy Phelps’s Distressing Account

Percy Phelps, a once-promising diplomat, recounts the perplexing events that culminated in his career's downfall. While meticulously copying the naval treaty at his desk, Phelps notices an unexpected delay in the arrival of his coffee order. His investigation reveals the guard asleep at his post, and moments later, a bell rings from his office. In a swift turn of events, the crucial treaty vanishes without a trace.

Phelps describes the frantic search that follows, including the sighting of the commissionaire’s wife fleeing the scene. Despite thorough investigations, both the commissionaire and clerk Charles Goro are exonerated, leaving the authorities baffled. Exhausted and despondent, Phelps turns to Sherlock Holmes as his last beacon of hope.

Holmes’s Initial Analysis and the Enigmatic Moss Rose

Holmes's response is as enigmatic as ever. Displaying unexpected fascination with a moss rose, he muses:

“There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as in religion...” ([02:15])

This rare moment of introspection highlights Holmes's contemplative side, providing listeners with a glimpse into his philosophical musings. His attention to the delicate rose symbolizes his meticulous nature, searching for beauty and meaning amidst chaos.

Holmes’s questioning of Phelps reveals critical details:

“Did you tell anyone that you had this special task to perform?” ([05:30])

Phelps’s firm denial of informing anyone, including Ms. Harrison, deepens the mystery, pushing Holmes to consider the possibility of an inside job or an external conspiracy.

Investigations in London: Meeting with Inspector Forbes

Holmes and Watson’s journey leads them to London, where they engage with Inspector Forbes of Scotland Yard. The interaction is tense as Holmes challenges Forbes's methods:

“From my last 53 cases, my name has only appeared in four, and the police have had all the credit in 49.” ([09:45])

This candid admission underscores Holmes's confidence and hints at possible friction between his independent methods and official police procedures. Holmes meticulously outlines his investigative steps, including the distribution of advertisements seeking information about a cab seen near the Foreign Office.

Interview with Lord Holdhurst

A pivotal moment unfolds when Holmes and Watson secure an audience with Lord Holdhurst, a high-ranking cabinet minister and Lord Phelps's uncle. The conversation is laden with subtle tension:

“You take me out of my province there.” ([14:20])

Lord Holdhurst’s reservations and evasive responses suggest deeper political undercurrents and potential motives behind the treaty’s disappearance. Holmes probes into the possible ramifications if the treaty had fallen into foreign hands, revealing the high stakes involved.

Return to Woking: A New Twist

Upon returning to Woking, Holmes shares the latest developments. Phelps has endured a restless night, during which he encountered an intruder attempting to steal the treaty. Phelps describes the chilling experience:

“I saw little of him, for he was gone like a flash...” ([19:10])

This revelation intensifies the investigation, introducing new leads and heightening the sense of urgency. Holmes contemplates the implications of this attempted theft, pondering whether it was a random act or part of a larger conspiracy.

Cliffhanger and Anticipation for Part Three

The episode concludes on a suspenseful note, with Holmes formulating a mysterious plan to confront the perpetrator. The narration teases the next segment:

“Under cover of darkness, Holmes sets a mysterious plan into motion at Briar Brae House. A nighttime vigil amongst the rhododendrons leads to a desperate struggle, and a tense breakfast reveals a shocking betrayal.”

Listeners are left eagerly anticipating the unraveling of this complex case, as Holmes edges closer to unveiling the truth behind the missing naval treaty.

Notable Quotes with Timestamps

Holmes on Deduction and Nature:
“There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as in religion...” ([02:15])
Holmes on Police Collaboration:
“From my last 53 cases, my name has only appeared in four, and the police have had all the credit in 49.” ([09:45])
Lord Holdhurst’s Defiance:
“You take me out of my province there.” ([14:20])
Phelps’s Encounter with the Intruder:
“I saw little of him, for he was gone like a flash...” ([19:10])

Conclusion

"The Naval Treaty: Part Two" masterfully intertwines suspense, intricate character interactions, and Holmes's signature deductive brilliance. Hugh Bonneville's narration brings the narrative to life, enhancing the immersive experience for listeners. As Holmes delves deeper into the conspiracy surrounding Percy Phelps, the episode sets the stage for a thrilling continuation, promising more twists and revelations in the upcoming Part Three.

Listeners new to the series will find themselves captivated by the detailed portrayal of Holmes’s methods and the complex web of deceit surrounding the missing treaty. The episode not only advances the plot but also enriches the characters, deepening the intrigue and setting high expectations for future developments.

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Transcript

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Hugh Bonneville (0:32)

Welcome to Sherlock Holmes Short Stories. I'm Hugh Bonneville and from the Noiser Podcast Network. This is the Naval Treaty, Part 2 Last time, Dr. Watson received a desperate letter from his old school friend Percy Phelps. Once a promising young diplomat at the Foreign Office, his career had recently been destroyed when a top secret naval treaty vanished from his desk in the dead of night. The shock of its loss caused him to suffer a mental breakdown which lasted nine weeks. Holmes and Watson traveled to Woking to meet their client, where they were greeted by Joseph Harrison, the brother of Phelps's fiance. Annie. Harrison led them to Phelps's room, where where the great detective began his questioning. Phelps described a confounding series of events. While copying the treaty, he had ordered a cup of coffee from the commissionaire. When it didn't arrive, he went to investigate, only to find the guard asleep at his post. Suddenly a bell rang from his office, but when Phelps rushed back, the treaty had disappeared from his desk. The the commissionaire's wife was seen hurrying from the scene, but was quickly cleared of suspicion by Scotland Yard. Another clerk, Charles Goro, was briefly suspected but proved his innocence. The police were left baffled. Now, having finished his tale, Phelps turns to Holmes as his last hope for recovering the treaty and salvaging his career. The invalid sank back upon his cushions, tired out by this long recital. While his nurse poured him out a glass of some stimulating medicine, Holmes sat silently with his head thrown back and his eyes closed in an attitude which might seem listless to a stranger, but which I knew betokened the most intense self absorption. Your statement has been so explicit, said he at last, that you have really left me very few questions to ask. There is one of the very utmost importance, however. Did you tell anyone that you had this special task to perform? No one. Not Ms. Harrison here, for example? No, I had not been back to Woking between getting the order and executing the commission. And none of your people had by chance been to see you? None. Did any of them know their way about in the office? Oh yes. All of them had been shown over it. Still, of course, if you said nothing to anyone about the treaty, these inquiries are irrelevant. I Said nothing. Do you know anything of the commissionaire? Nothing, except that he is an old soldier. What regiment? Oh, I have heard. Coldstream Guards. Thank you. I have no doubt I can get details from Forbes. The authorities are excellent at amassing facts, though they do not always use them to advantage. What a lovely thing a rose is. He walked past the couch to the open window and held up the drooping stalk of a moss rose, looking down at the dainty blend of crimson and green. It was a new phase of his character to me, for I had never before seen him show any keen interest in natural objects. There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as in religion, said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. It can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner. Our highest assurance of the goodness of providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its colour are an embellishment of life, not a condition of is only goodness which gives extras. And so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers. Percy Phelps and his nurse looked at Holmes during this demonstration with surprise and a good deal of disappointment written upon their faces. He had fallen into a reverie with the moss rose between his fingers. It had lasted some minutes before the young lady broke in upon it. Do you see any prospect of solving this mystery, Mr. Holmes? She asked with a touch of asperity in her voice. Oh, the mystery, he answered, coming back with a start to the realities of life. Well, it would be absurd to deny that the case is a very abstruse and complicated one. But I can promise you that I will look into the matter and let you know any points which may strike me. Do you see any clue? You have furnished me with seven, but of course, I must test them before I can pronounce upon their value. You suspect someone? I suspect myself. What? Of coming to conclusions too rapidly. Then go to London and test your conclusions. Your advice is very excellent, Ms. Harrison, said Holmes, rising. I think, Watson, we cannot do better. Do not allow yourself to indulge in false hopes, Mr. Phelps. The affair is a very tangled one. I shall be in a fever until I see you again, cried the diplomatist. Well, I'll come out by the same train tomorrow, though it is more than likely that my report will be a negative one. God bless you for promising to come. Cried our client. It gives me fresh life to know that something is being done by the Way. I have had a letter from Lord Holdhurst. Now what did he say? He was cold but not harsh. I dare say my severe illness prevented him from being that. He repeated that the matter was of the utmost importance and added that no steps would be taken about my future. By which he means of course, my dismissal until my health was restored and I had an opportunity of repairing my misfortune. Well, that was reasonable and considerate, said Holmes. Come Watson, for we have a good day's work before us in town.

Hugh Bonneville (8:17)

Mr. Joseph Harrison drove us down to the station and we were soon whirling up in a Portsmouth train. Holmes was sunk in profound thought and hardly opened his mouth until we had passed Clapham Junction. It's a very cheery thing to come into London by any of these lines which run high and allow you to look down upon the houses like this. I thought he was joking, for the view was sordid enough, but he soon explained himself. Look at those big isolated clumps of building rising up above the slates like brick islands in a lead coloured sea. The board schools, lighthouses my boy. Beacons of the future. Capsules with hundreds of bright little seeds in each and every out of which will spring the wise better England of the future. I suppose that man Phelps does not drink? I should not think so. Nor should I, but we are bound to take every possibility into account. The poor devil has certainly got himself into very deep water and it's a question whether we shall ever be able to get him ashore. What did you think of Ms. Harrison? A girl of strong character. Yes, but she is a good sort, or I am mistaken. She and her brother are the only children of an ironmaster somewhere up Northumberland way. He got engaged to her when traveling last winter and she came down to be introduced to his people with her brother as escort. Then came the smash and she stayed on to nurse her lover while brother Joseph, finding himself pretty snug, stayed on Twitter too. I've been making a few independent inquiries, you see, but today must be a day of inquiries. My practice, I began. Oh, if you find your own cases more interesting than mine, said Holmes with some asperity, I was going to say that my practice could get along very well for a day or two, since it is the slackest time in the year. Excellent, said he, recovering his good humor. Then we'll look into this matter together. I think that we should begin by seeing Forbes. He can probably tell us all the details we want until we know from what side the case is to be approached. You said you had a clue. Well, we have several, but we can only test their value by further inquiry. The most difficult crime to track is the one which is purposeless. Now, this is not purposeless. Who is it who profits by it? There is the French ambassador, there is the Russian, there is whoever might sell it to either of these, and there is Lord Holdhurst. Lord Holdhurst. Well, it is just conceivable that a statesman might find himself in a position where he was not sorry to have such a document accidentally destroyed. Not a statesman with the honourable record of Lord Holdhurst. It is a possibility, and we cannot afford to disregard it. We shall see the noble lord to day and find out if he can tell us anything. Meanwhile, I have already set inquiries on foot. Already? Yes. I sent wires from Woking station to every evening paper in London. This advertisement will appear. In each of them he handed over a sheet torn from a notebook. On it was scribbled in pencil, ten pounds reward the number of the cab which dropped a fare at or about the door of the Foreign Office in Charles street at quarter to 10 in the evening of May 23rd. Apply 221B Baker Street. You are confident that the thief came in a cab? If not, there is no harm done. But if Mr. Phelps is correct in stating that there is no hiding place either in the room or the corridors, then the person must have come from outside. If he came from outside on so wet a night, and yet left no trace of damp upon the linoleum, which was examined within a few minutes of his passing, then it is exceeding probable that he came in a cab. Yes, I think that we may safely deduce a cab. It sounds plausible. That is one of the clues of which I spoke. It may lead us to something. And then, of course, there is the bell, which is the most distinctive feature of the case. Why should the bell ring? Was it the thief who did it out of bravado? Or was it someone who was with the thief who did it in order to prevent the crime? Or was it an accident? Or was it he sank back into the state of intense and silent thought from which he had emerged. But it seemed to me, accustomed as I was to his every mood, that some new possibility had dawned suddenly upon him. It was 20 past three when we reached our terminus, and after a hasty luncheon at the buffet, we pushed on at once to Scotland Yard. Holmes had already wired to Forbes, and we found him waiting to receive us. A small, foxy man with a sharp but by no means amiable expression. He was decidedly frigid in his manner to us, especially when he heard the errand upon which we had come. I've heard of your methods before now, Mr. Holmes, said he tartly. You are ready enough to use all the information that the police can lay at your disposal, and then you try to finish the case yourself and bring discredit on them. On the contrary, said Holmes, out Of my last 53 cases, my name has only appeared in four, and the police have had all the credit in 49. I don't blame you for not knowing this, for you are young and inexperienced, but if you wish to get on in your new duties, you will work with me and not against me. I'd be very glad of a hint or two, said the detective, changing his manner. I've certainly had no credit from the case so far. What steps have you taken? Tangy, the commissionaire, has been shadowed. He left the guards with a good character and we can find nothing against him. His wife is a bad lot, though I fancy she knows more about this than appears. Have you shadowed her? We have set one of our women on to her. Mrs. Tangey drinks and our woman has been with her twice when she was well on, but she could get nothing out of her. I understand that they have had brokers in the house. Yes, but they were paid off. Where did the money come from? That was all right. His pension was due. They have not shown any sign of being in funds. What explanation did she give of having answered the bell when Mr. Phelps rang for the coffee? She said that her husband was very tired and she wished to relieve him. Well, certainly that would agree with his being found a little later asleep in his chair. There is nothing against them then, but the woman's character. Did you ask her why she hurried away that night? Her haste attracted the attention of the police constable, and she was later than usual and wanted to get home. Did you point out to her that you and Mr. Phelps, who started at least 20 minutes after her, got home before her? She explains that by the difference between a bus and a hansom. Did she make it clear why on reaching her house she ran into the back kitchen because she had the money there with which to pay off the brokers. She has at least an answer for everything. Did you ask her whether in leaving she met anyone or saw anyone loitering about Charles Street? She saw no one but the constable. Well you seem to have cross examined her pretty thoroughly. What else have you done? The clerk, Goro, has been shadowed all these nine weeks, but without result we can show nothing against him. Anything else? Well, we have nothing else to go upon. No evidence of any kind. Have you formed a theory about how that bell rang? Well, I must confess that it beats me. It was a cool hand, whoever it was, to go and give the alarm like that. Yes, it was a queer thing to do. Many thanks to you for what you have told me. If I can put the man into your hands, you shall hear from me. Come along, Watson. Where are we going to now? I asked as we left the office. We are now going to interview Lord Holdhurst, the cabinet minister and future premier of England. We were fortunate in finding that Lord Holdhurst was still in his chambers in Downing street. And on Holmes sending in his card, we were instantly shown up. The statesman received us with that old fashioned courtesy for which he is remarkable and seated us on the two luxuriant lounges on either side of the fireplace. Standing on the rug between us, with his slight tall figure, his sharp features, thoughtful face and curling hair prematurely tinged with grey, he seemed to represent that not too common type, a nobleman who is in truth noble. Your name is very familiar to me, Mr. Holmes, said he, smiling. And of course I cannot pretend to be ignorant of the object of your visit. There has only been one occurrence in these offices which could call for your attention. In whose interest are you acting, may I ask? In that of Mr. Percy Phelps, answered Holmes. Ah, my unfortunate nephew. You can understand that our kinship makes it the more impossible for me to screen him in any way. I fear that the incident must have a very prejudicial effect upon his career. But if the document is found. Ah, well, that's of course would be different. I had one or two questions which I wished to ask you, Lord Holdhurst. I shall be happy to give you any information in my power. Was it in this room that you gave your instructions as to the copying of the document? It was. Then you could hardly have been overheard. It is out of the question. Did you ever mention to anyone that it was your intention to give anyone the treaty to be copied? Never. You are certain of that? Absolutely. Well, since you never said so and Mr. Phelps never said so, and nobody else knew anything of the matter, then the thief's presence in the room was purely accidental. He saw his chance and he took it. The statesman smiled. You take me out of my province there, said he. Holmes considered for a moment. There is another very important point which I wish to discuss with you, said he. You feared, as I understand, that very grave results might follow from the details of this treaty becoming known. A shadow passed over the expressive face of the statesman. Very grave results indeed. And have they occurred? Not yet. If the treaty had reached, let us say, the French or Russian Foreign Office, you would expect to hear of it. I should, said Lord Holdhurst with a wry face. Since nearly 10 weeks have elapsed then and nothing has been heard, it is not unfair to suppose that for some reason the treaty has not reached them. Lord Holdhurst shrugged his shoulders. We can hardly suppose, Mr. Holmes, that the thief took the treaty in order to frame it and hang it up. Perhaps he is waiting for a better price. If he waits a little longer, he will get no price at all. The treaty will cease to be secret in a few months. That is most important, said Holmes. Of course, it is a possible supposition that the thief has had a sudden illness. An attack of brain fever, for example? Asked the statesman, flashing a swift glance at him. I did not say so, said Holmes imperturbably. And now, Lord Holdhurst, we have already taken up too much of your valuable time, and we shall wish you good day. Every success to your investigation be the criminal who it may, answered the nobleman as he bowed us out the door.

Hugh Bonneville (23:08)

He's a fine fellow, said Holmes as we came out into Whitehall, but he has a struggle to keep up his position. He is far from rich and has many calls. You noticed, of course, that his boots had been resoled. Now, Watson, I won't detain you from your legitimate work any longer. I shall do nothing more today unless I have an answer to my cab advertisement, but I should be extremely obliged to you if you would come down with me to Woking to Morrow by the same train which we took yesterday. I met him accordingly next morning and we travelled down to Woking together. He had had no answer to his advertisement, he said, and no fresh light had been thrown upon the case. I could not gather from his appearance whether he was satisfied or not with the position of the case. His conversation, I remember, was about the Bertillon system of measurements, and he expressed his enthusiastic admiration of the French savant. We found our client still under the charge of his devoted nurse, but looking considerably better than before. He rose from the sofa and greeted us without difficulty when we entered. Any news? He asked eagerly. My report, as I expected, is a negative one, said Holmes. I have seen Forbes and I have seen your uncle, and I have set one or two trains of inquiry upon foot which may lead to something. You have not lost heart, then? By no means. God bless you for saying that, cried Ms. Harrison. If we keep our courage and our patience, the truth must come out. We have more to tell you than you have for us, said Phelps, reseating himself upon the couch. I hoped you might have something. Yes, we have had an adventure during the night, and one which might have proved to be a serious one. His expression grew very grave as he spoke, and a look of something akin to fear sprang up in his eyes. Do you know, said he, that I begin to believe that I am the unconscious centre of some monstrous conspiracy and that my life is aimed at as well as my honour. Ah. Cried Holmes, it sounds incredible. For I have not, as far as I know, an enemy in the world. Yet from last night's experience, I can come to no other Conclusion Pray let me hear it. You must know that last night was the very first night that I have ever slept without a nurse in the room. I was so much better that I thought I could dispense with one. I had a night light burning, however. Well, about 2 in the morning I had sunk into a light sleep when I was suddenly aroused by a slight noise. It was like the sound which a mouse makes when it is gnawing a plank, and I lay listening to it for some time under the impression that it must come from that cause. Then it grew louder and suddenly there came from the window a sharp metallic sneak. I sat up in amazement. There could be no doubt what the sounds were now. The first ones had been caused by someone forcing an instrument through the slit between the sashes, and the second by the catch being pressed back. There was a pause then for about 10 minutes, as if the person were waiting to see whether the noise had awakened me. Then I heard a gentle creaking as the window was very slowly opened. I could stand it no longer, for my nerves are not what they used to be. I sprang out of bed and flung open the shutters. A man was crouching at the window. I could see little of him, for he was gone like a flash. He was wrapped in some sort of cloak which came across the lower part of his face. One thing only I am sure of, and that is that he had some weapon in his hand. It looked to me like a long knife. I distinctly saw the gleam of it as he turned to run. Next time on Sherlock Holmes Short Stories. Under cover of darkness, Holmes sets a mysterious plan into motion at Briar Brae House. A nighttime vigil amongst the rhododendrons leads to a desperate struggle, and a tense breakfast reveals a shocking betrayal. That's 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.noiza.comscriptions for more information or click the link in the episode Description.