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Holmes for the Holiday: Two Christmas Mysteries (EP4870s)
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As we get ready for Christmas, we bring you two original old time radio Christmas plays featuring Sherlock Holmes. First up is The Night Before Christmas. On Christmas, one of Moriarity’s henchmen switches Christmas sacks with Dr. Watson when both...
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And I've been wanting to do this for a long time, but not just because it would be a pun, which it is, but because there's so much that we get to enjoy with this. We're going to bring you two original Toradio Christmas themed Sherlock Holmes episodes. Now, of course, there is the Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle, which is typically associated with Christmas and the holiday season. But today we're covering two episodes that really do serve up a lot of contrast and there are so many points of comparison. Here you have two different casts, two different creative teams, so there are some fun points of comparison between Hollywood and New York. Between Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce and John Stanley and Alfred Shirley. And of course, the writing talents of Dennis Green versus Edith Mazur. With that said, let's go ahead and get started. First up from December 24, 1945, here is Basil Rathbone in the night before Christmas. Limu Imu. And Doug. Here we have the Limu emu in its natural habitat, helping people customize their car insurance and save hundreds with Liberty Mutual. Fascinating. It's accompanied by his natural ally, Doug. Uh, Limu is that guy with the binoculars watching us? Cut the camera. They see us. Only pay for what you need@libertymutual.com Liberty. Liberty. Liberty. Liberty Savings Ferry Unwritten by Liberty Mutual Insurance Company and affiliates excludes Massachusetts. This episode from the Life of Sherlock Holmes will be transmitted to our men and women overseas by shortwave and through the worldwide facilities of the Armed Forces Radio Service. Petri wine brings you Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce. The new adventures of Sherlock Holmes. The Petrie family, the family that took time to bring you good wine, invite you to listen to Dr. Watson tell us another exciting adventure he shared with his old friend, that master detective, Sherlock Holmes. Well, right about now you're probably taking a little breather in your last minute rush to get everything ready for the big day tomorrow. Children have to be put to bed to wait for Santa Claus. And there's the tree waiting to be decorated. And 4 million and one things which must be done before morning. I sure hope you got all your Christmas shopping done. It's pretty hectic. Rushing off at the last minute to take care of Uncle Charlie or Aunt Bertha or Cousin Sam. But if you must get something, just remember that you can always dash over to your wine merchant and get a bottle or two of Petri wine. Or better yet, a whole case of Petri wine. Petri wine's a swell gift and I just thought a little last minute suggestion might be of some help. And now I'm sure our good friend Dr. Watson's waiting for us, so let's go in and join him. Come in, come in, come in. Ah, There you are, Mr. Bartel. Oh, say, Doctor, I can see you're gonna have yourself quite a Christmas Big tree in the corner with colored lights on it. Where'd you get those? Table covered with presents. You must be mighty popular. They aren't all for me, my boy. You see, I'm having a trick Christmas party tomorrow for my housekeeper's little nieces. Oh, I'm going to dress up as Santa Claus for them. Well, I'm sure you look very convincing in the part. Oh, by the way, Doctor, I brought you a little present. Here it is. I hope you'll like it, Mr. Bartle. I got one for you too. Here, Summer. Oh, you. You mustn't open it until tomorrow. I'm a boy. Thanks a lot, doctor. And now, how's about tonight's story? Last week you told us you'd chosen an adventure with a lot of Christmassy atmosphere. Yes, Mr. Bartell. My story begins on another Christmas Eve. Many, many years ago to be exact. In 1886 time the adventure occurred. I must confess I didn't quite understand what was going on myself. In fact, I never did quite make head of tales of it until Holmes took pity on me later and explain the whole thing. But I shan't try to confuse you, Mr. Bartel. I'll tell you the story exactly as it happened. Right you are, doctor. Let's go. Very well. On that Christmas Eve in 86, I was standing in our Baker street rooms dressed in the costume of Santa Claus, Holmes, his long thin fingers pressed together, lay back in an armchair and gaze at me quizzically While our housekeeper, Mrs. Hudson, stood by the door. And after. Watson, you make a grand Santa Claus. Doesn't he, Mrs. Hudson? Try the beard on, Watson, old chap. I'm afraid this is going to be a little uncomfortable. How does it look? Oh, you look just like the old man on the Christmas cards, Doctor. Yes, Watson, it really becomes you. The cheery twinkle of the eyes, the ruddy complexion and the. The appropriate girth. What a shame we can't obtain some snow and a sleigh and reindeer for you. However, I'm sure Mrs. Hudson's nieces will be very much impressed. They will that, sir. And it's very kind of you, Doctor, to offer to come over to their house with me. With her father in the hospital and my sister at his bedside, it would have been a very miserable Christmas without. Oh, I shall enjoy myself, but I think I'll take this beer off before we get there. That's it. Are you ready to leave, Mrs. Hudson? I am, sir. Will I get a cab? How far do we have to go? Oh, Lexington Gardens, number 28. It's just off the Edgeway Road, Doctor. Not far. But bearing in mind my costume, I suppose we'd better take a cab. Aye, sir. I'll get one. Holmes, what are you going to do with yourself? I hate leaving you alone on Christmas Eve. Oh, don't worry Old chap. I shall spend a profitable evening writing on my new monograph. What's this one about? An analysis of teeth marks on pipe stems with particular regard to indicated character. Gracious me, how exciting. Well, I must be going. Don't forget your sack of presents, old fellow. Scott. No, no, no. When you come to distribute them, you'll find that I took the liberty of adding a few trinkets on my own behalf. That's very thoughtful of you. Excuse me, Mr. Holmes, but there's a gentleman to see you. Says he's an old friend of yours. Here's his card, sir. Oh, thank you. Oh, it's Lord Widdicombe. Splendid. Ask him to come up, please, Mrs. Hudson. All right, sir. And I hope your party is a great success, Mrs. Hudson. Thank you, sir. Are you sure you don't want me to stay now that you have a visitor? Oh, no, no, no, no, indeed, no, Mrs. Hudson. I can show the gentleman out myself. You go off and have a good time. Thank you, sir. I wonder what Lord William wants. Perhaps I should stay. No, no, please, my dear fellow. Certainly not. Yeah, you've far more important work to do. Widdicom probably wants his revenge at chess or something equally innocuous. Off with you, my dear fellow, and enjoy yourself just the same. I wish you were coming with me. I'll see you later. I shall be there. Come on up, Widdicombe. Hello, Holmes. Evening, Watson. You make a very convincing Santa Claus. Are you leaving? I am pretty. So long, Minnego. Well, good night, then. Good night. Good night, sir. How are you, Holmes? All alone on Christmas Eve, eh? Yes, Wittingham. I'm glad you came over to see me. Mm. What's it to be? An evening of chess? Or have you unearthed some recent treasure of medieval pottery? That we can discuss? Neither, Holmes. I've come to you in your professional capacity. I need help. Come now, Widdicombe. Don't tell me that after all these years of quiet friendship, you're going to become a client. I'm afraid so, Holmes, though I doubt if my problem will. Problem will interest you very much. It's hardly up to your rather colorful standards. Care for a cigar? Oh, thanks. Now, my dear Widdigam, what's your trouble? Well, I decided this year to have a little Christmas party at my townhouse. I'm quite comfortably off, as you know, and it occurred to me that I have several relatives and friends who are not as well off. I'm having a party for them tonight, Holmes, and I hope you'd attend. It Disguised as Santa Claus? My dear fellow, I've adopted many disguises in my time, but Father Christmas has never been one of them. Why do you want me to attend your party in disguise, in any case? You ashamed of your friendship with a private detective? Or do you consider my features more acceptable when buried beneath the depths of a snowy beard? Oh, my dear Holmes, do take me seriously. I'm not joking, I assure you. No, of course you're not. Of course you're not. You want me to attend your party in disguise. Why, I'm giving some very valuable presents. Diamond and onyx cufflinks, platinum and ruby earrings and such like. And I've wrapped each of the presents in banknotes. Dear me, where are these presents now? In a sack in charge of my butler. I was going to dress up as Santa Claus and give them out myself until I got the warning letter. That's why I've come to you. Warning letter, eh? Yes, I received it by this evening's post. Listen to this. My dear Lord Widdicombe, your generosity with Christmas presents borders on ostentation. We do not approve. Either we receive £5,000 in sovereigns at Post Restaurant, box 379 by six o' clock on Christmas Eve, or, I'm afraid, a Christmas party will be conspicuous by its absence of presents. Let me see that note, Whitaker, will you? Yes. Here you are. Thanks. Mm. Plain paper torn from a penny notebook. Her writing is obviously disguised by George. Yes, Widecombe, I accept the case. I'll come with you to your party at once. And furthermore, I shall follow your suggestion regarding a disguise dressed as Santa Claus. I shall be less likely to attract suspicion. I'm delighted, Holmes. But what made you decide so suddenly? This writing, my dear fellow, this writing. Oh, it's in a false hand. I know that characteristic. M in my dear Whitakem. I've seen it too often at the beginning of a signature. Moriarty. Moriarty? Who's he? Oh, one of the cleverest and most unscrupulous criminals in England, Whitakem. There's no time to be lost. It's, let me see now. Six, thirty, half an hour beyond the deadline given you in this letter. We must go to your house at once. This is as far as the cab can take us, Doctor. Now, here you are, cabbie. Here's five shillings for you and a merry Christmas. Oh, bless you, gentlemen. A merry Christmas to you, too. You said you wanted to get into the house through the back way so that you could surprise the children. Yes, I thought them to come down the kitchen chimney. Oh, you can get to the back of the house by going up the alley here. I'll go in the front door. Splendid, splendid, Mrs. Hudson. Which is the house? Number 28. It's the third one down the alley, Doctor. I'll have the back window open in no time and you can slip in without any of the Baron scene. Very well. Gloomy little street, I must say. Hello. Where's the music coming from? Oh, it's from that temple across the street, Doctor. The Disciples of the Octagonal Square, they call themselves. What on earth do you suppose that means? Oh, some newfangled cult. Heathens, most likely. Hello, hello. I'm not the only Santa Claus abroad tonight. Look at that fellow across the street over there. Oh, dressed just like yourself, doctor. And carrying a sack too. Oh, he's running up the steps to the temple. Thanks God. He slipped on the ice. I wonder what his hurry was. Yeah. Here, my man. All because you know, Doctor, dinner trip for yourself. Here, y. Give me a hand. Thank you, sir. Silly of me. What's in it? We Santa Claus and have to help each other, you know. Up you come. That's it. Gracious me, Doctor, I told you to be careful. Now you fall in two. Oh, it's this confounded red coat of mine. It tripped me up. Did you hurt yourself, sir? No, no, no, no, I'm all right, I think. How about you, sir? Well, I'm all right, thanks. Silly of me to run, wasn't it? Here's your sex, sir. Thank you, good night and Merry Christmas. Same to you. Went into the temple the disciple of the Octagonal Square. You're sure you're no harp, doctor? No, no, of course not. Mrs. Hudson. Give me my sack, please. Thank you. Your sister's house is the third one down this alleyway, you say? I'll hurry and open the back window. Yes, I'll be waiting for you, Mrs. Hudson. Rather fun. What a shame Holmes isn't with us. Well, he's probably happier having a good game of chess with Lord Willicombe. This is my house, Holmes. Number 39. 39 square, eh? And dear old Watson is just around the corner in Lexington Gardens and hasn't any idea that I've left Baker Street. Yes. Here you are, Caddy. Thank you, sir. A merry Christmas, sir. Huh. Listen to that. Carol singers. Yes, we'll probably have our fill of them before this evening's over. Good evening, my lord. Have. Have the guests arrived, Hagrid? Most of them, sir. They're in the library. You brought another Santa Claus with you, I see. Milord, Another Santa Claus. What do you mean? The gentleman arrived three quarters of an hour ago, sir, dressed as Santa Claus. I took him to your study, my lord, and showed him the sack of presents. Confound it, he's got here before us. Where's this study? This way. I hope I didn't do wrong, my lord. You told me that a gentleman dressed as Santa Claus would be coming here. Dear me. The gentleman appears to have gone. Yes, and the sack containing the presents with him. But he can't have left the house, milord. I've been watching the front door. Yes, and while you were doing that, he slipped out through the window here. The catch is undone. Margrave, describe this man. I can't tell you much about his appearance, I'm afraid, sir. He was dressed as Santa Claus, just like yourself. But I did notice one thing about him, sir. Oh, what was that? He lisped, sir. Was quite pronounced, of course. Lou the Lisper. Who on earth is Lou the Lisper? One of Moriarty's most trusted accomplices. Fortunately, though, I've had news of him lately through my underworld grapevine. You know where he lives? He is reputed to have some connections with a new cult that calls themselves the Disciples of the Octagonal Square. Their headquarters are just around the corner from here. Let's go there at once. Of course. And Hargrave. Yes, sir? Get a message to Scotland Yard as fast as you can. Ask for Inspector Lestrade and tell him to join me at the Temple of the Octagonal Square in Lexington Gardens as soon as possible. Oh, the children are awful excited, doctor. I told them you just came down the chimney. Oh, I'll slip the beard on and then I'll go into him. Well, will I announce you, Doctor? Yes, yes, please. All right, sir. Quiet now, children, quiet. Santa Claus has come to see you and he's brought you all presents. Hello. Hello, children. Hello, Santa Claus. My name's Elsie. Did you bring me a present? Why, I did, Elsie. I. Look in my sack in a minute. And what's your name, young man? Herbert. They call me Bertie. Did you come down the chimney? Yes, Bertie. I bet you had a time doing it, you're so fat. Oh, don't be rude, Bertie, or Santa Claus won't give you your present. And what's your name, little man? Liar, though. I've got a cold. I see you have. Well, children, gather round me. I'll see what present I got for you. The first present is for. Can't be right. It says, for Her Grace, the Dowager Duchess of Beaulieu. Oh, do you suppose Mr. Holmes has been playing a practical joke on you, Doctor? I suppose so, though I can't see the point. Result. But he did say that he'd added a few trinkets of his own. I want my present. Then supposing you take this, Elsie. Whew. Thank you. And this one is marked for the Reverend Arthur Carter. Tell me what Holmes is up to. Here you are, Bertie. Cool. Thanks. And this is for you, Lionel, because you've been a good little boy. It isn't very big, is it? I wanted the dog. Wanted a dog. Well, I'll bring you a dog next year, Lionel. Dr. Watson. Yes? Look at the wrapping on these presents, doctor. With her 20 pound notes. Scott. Oh, cool. Look what I got. Let me see. Why, cufflinks and diamond and onyx ones. Unless I'm very much mistaken. I got some pretty earrings. Look how they far. Let me see. I'll see. Gracious. I swear these are gentlemen rubies. What in thunder's going on? I want my earring back. Give me back mine too. Well, here you are. Here, Dr. Watson. What do you suppose has happened? I don't know, Mrs. Hudson. Perhaps my toys are still at the bottom of the sack. I can't understand it. I wish Holmes were here instead of dozing in front of our fire in Baker Street. Where are you, Holmes? Yeah, but the bed. This is the only room in the temple that gives any signs of having been lived in. I think our bird has been here, but I'm afraid he's flown. I'm sure Inspector Lestrade will get here. Strike a match, will you, Widdicombe? Right. Here's a candle on the table just as I peered. Look on the bed. A red coat and a beard. Yes, Lou the lispers discarded his disguise and gone. And with him. I'm afraid you are valuable presents. Wait a minute. Here's a sack lying on the floor. Oh no, this isn't mine. Look. What's in it? A toy dog, large box of chocolates, Little girl's dog. What do you thunder for? This is Watson's sack. But how on earth could Lou the lisper have got hold of it Somewhere, somehow? He and Watson must have made an accidental change. And Lou the lisper is no doubt trying to track Watson down at this very moment. We must work fast, Widdom or my friend's life and those of Mrs. Hudson and her relatives won't be worth a tinker's damn. Oh now Doctor, you can't break off your story there. Oh yes I can, my boy. Before I go on I thought we'd have a glass port just to freshen us up. Oh well that's, that's something different. Of course instead of talking about port as I sometimes do, it'll be nice to drink some for a change. Hey, I'm a boy. And a. And a merry Christmas to you. The same to you. And now what happened next Doctor? We left you at the children's Christmas party in Sherlock Holmes and Lord Whitakem around the corner at the Temple of the octagonal square. Yes Mr. Bartel. Although at the time of course I had no idea what was going on there. I was cheerfully handing out gifts worthwhile not a king's, at least a baronet's ransom. While outside the Temple of the Octagonal Square, Holmes, Lord Widdicombe were talking to Inspector Lestrade, Scotland Yard. There's the case in a nutshell, Lestrade. Yeah, seems to me Lord W. You'd have been wiser to get in touch with Scotland Yarb when you first got the warning note. We could have nabbed him when he came to your house and pinched the sack of presence. Mr. Arp, this is no time for post mortems. We've got to reach L the Lisper before he finds Dr. Watson. Do you suppose he can do that Holmes? It wouldn't be difficult. L the Lisper is nearly as clever as his master. Professor Moriarty. The chances are that you were followed when you came to Baker street tonight, Whittingham. And it's equally likely that Watson and Mrs. Hudson were followed as they left it. Moriarty seldom leaves anything to chance. Well where did Dr. Watson go tonight? 28 Lexington Gardens. It's just around the corner from here. Well then let's go there at once. Fight, not quarry away. No, no, no, no Lestrade, we must use a little subtlety. Now Lou, the Lisbo wishes to recover that sack of persons from Watson. How would he invade the party with the least possible trouble? My by dressing up a Santa Claus again? No, no, I think he's overplayed that role for one evening. Well then how would he try to get in, Mr. Holmes? Oh come now Lestrade. What group of people can enter any house on Christmas Eve without invitation without creating suspicion? Exactly. My dear fellow, I shouldn't be at all surprised if at this very moment Lou the Lisbon some of his gang are singing carols outside 28 Lexington Gardens. Well then what are we going to do? Form a rival coral society? How many of your men did you bring with you? Three sergeant and two constables wearing great coats. Yes, Mr. Holmes, but why. Good, they can hide their helmets and pretend to be singers. Come on, let's go over there and while we're walking we'll rehearse our carols. We must appear reasonably convincing. Sanger, Lestrade, Sanjer. Thank you for a ride at your back, Santa Claus. No, no, you mustn't make Santa Claus too tired. Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Hudson. Hop on. L. Hop on. Can't they come inside and sing for us, Sandy? Yes, of course they can. Ask them to come in, Mrs. Hudson, will you? All right, sir. Oh, come on, let me get on your back to. Oh, now, now, take it easy. Oh, there we go. I want to see your reindeer, Santa. See my reindeer? Oh, poor dear boy. They lap on the roof. I'll climb up and see him. No, no, no, you mustn't do that. They're asleep. Oh, here are the carol singers. Off you get, children. There we go. That's it. Now. Good evening, gentlemen. Good evening and merry Christmas. Would you like to sing some carols for the children? After that I'm sure you'd like a drop of something to warm you up. Well, thank you, sir. We should like that. Haven't I met you before somewhere, my man? No sir, I'm sure you haven't. Come on man, let's sing. Good King went for it. Good King went. Look out on the beast of. Well, here we are outside the house, Mr. Holmes. Now watch. Listen. Uh huh. Lu the Lisper and his men are already there. Are we going in now? In a moment. Come in. You will have your truncheons handy. Yes, Mr. Holmes, we're ready. Spend it. Now remember, when we're inside and I yell Merry Christmas at the top of my voice, you bring out your truncheons and get Lou the Lisbon his gang out of there as quickly as possible. Don't arrest them until you get them outside again, mister, I don't want to frighten the children. Right. Your arm. Mr. Holmes, we're ready. Just give us the word and we'll go in and get them. Oh, that was very nice singing. And now how about something to warm you all up? That won't be necessary, Dr. Watson. See to the door, Sammy. Now all of you stay right where you are. Who are you? What do you think you're up to? Please don't be difficult, doctor. All I want is the jewels out of my sack that you stole from me tonight. If you try and stop me, I shall have to hurt you. Why do you talk so funny? You got a Cold like me. Shut up. Now, Doctor, where are the jewels? Oh, curse it. There are some more carol singers outside. I'll tell him to go away. Louis. No, better let them come in. If we don't, they might get suspicious. All right, Lou, Suppose you know what you're up to now. No trick, Doctor. If you try and give an alarm, I shall have to get rough with you. I don't mind about that. But just remember that there are children present. Oh, yeah, Manny, they're all here before you. Hey, what you say we all join a little carol for the nippers, hey? All right. What? What do you want to think? Old angels sing. All right, all right. Come on, men, let's sing. Glory to the newborn king. Merry Christmas, Doctor Watson. What's happening? They're all hitting each other with trunches. Holmes. Holmes. What in fun is going on? I'll explain it to you later, old chap. Destroyed. Yes, Mr. Holmes. Take them to Scotland Yard and preferred charges. I'll be over in a little while and give evidence. Right you are, sir. Too bad we didn't catch Professor Moriarty, too. Well, at least we have some of his cohorts. I'll see you later, Lester. I wish I knew what was going on here. Is Moriarty mixed up in this business? Yes, Watson. I'll tell you all about it as well as I've straightened this thing out. Now, Widdicom. Yes, Holmes? The 20 pound notes that you used as wrapping for your gifts seem to have been scattered all over the house. You want me to recover them, too? No. From what you've told me of the children, I think their parents could use the money much more profitably than my relatives. In any case, I can replace it. A very generous Christmas gift. Well, children, did you enjoy the little game we staged for you? It was enough. Yes. I nearly died laughing when they started hitting each other. I'm glad you enjoyed it, children. And now I. I want you to show me the presents you received. I got these pretty earrings. Oh, they were a part of the game, too. A nice little girl like you doesn't want silly earrings. Elsie, here's a beautiful doll for you. Cool. Her eyes open and chin and everything. And what did you get, my little man? Me? Oh, cuff. Good gracious. Who wants cufflinks when he can have a clockwork train? You want to exchange? Train? Lord love a duck. Yeah. I wanted the dog. There's one for you, Lionel. A nice, nice woolly dog. Here you are, Jody. Here's a nice big box of chocolates, too. You can all share them. Oh, Lummy, what a night. I ain't had as much fun since Granny got her finger stuck in a plugo. I still don't understand what's going on, Holmes, but I must say this has all the earmarks of being a happy Christmas. Yes, Mrs. Hudson. Hi, Mr. Holmes. How's the. How's the turkey coming along? Oh, it'll be ready in a few minutes, Mr. Holmes. Splendid. And while we're waiting, perhaps the children will oblige with something we haven't heard so far. This is. I know what you mean. A Christmas carol. That really sounds convincing. How about it, children? All right, sir. Come on, Elfie. Come on, Lionel. Silent night, Holy night, Holy bright crown. Your virgin mother and child. Holy infant of gender and 1. Well, Doctor, that was really a swell story. On a Christmas Eve like this. Do you ever wish you were back in Baker street celebrating Christmas there times? Yes, but actually, Mr. Bartel, I'm very happy right here in my little home. There on the table is a beautiful little Christmas tree. There's a fine fire in my fireplace. My two dogs, Monty and Winnie, are sleeping peacefully at my feet. And best of it all, I've got the love of every child in the neighborhood. Yes, I got a great deal this Christmas Eve. Lots to be thankful for. And what with the troubles of the world on their way to being settled, it looks as if this is the brightest Christmas that I've ever had. Well, that's how I feel about it too, Doctor. I hope that all our friends listening in are just as happy this Christmas Eve as we are. And speaking not only for myself, but, I know, for all of us, and for the Petrie family too. We wish every one of you a happy Christmas from the bottom of our hearts. God rest ye merry, gentlemen. Well, Dr. Watson, next Monday's New Year's Eve, what story do you plan to tell us? One that I think you find extremely appropriate, Mr. Bartell. It takes place in a Scottish castle near Edinburgh on a New Year's Eve in 1900 and concerns a pair of lovers, an elderly baronet and a strange iron box that proved to be more than worth its weight in gold. Tonight's Sherlock Holmes Adventure was written by Dennis Green and and Anthony Boucher and was suggested by an incident in the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle story, the Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle. Music is by Dean Fossler. Mr. Rathbone appears through the courtesy of Metro Goldwyn Mayer and Mr. Bruce through the courtesy of Universal Pictures, where they are now starring in the Sherlock Holmes series. The Petri Wine Company of San Francisco, California invites you to tune in again next week, same time, same station. Sherlock Holmes comes to you from our Hollywood studios. This is Harry Bartel saying good night for the Petrie family for a solid hour of exciting mystery dramas. Listen every Monday on most of these Same stations at 8 o' clock to Michael Shane, followed immediately by Sherlock Holmes. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System, Limu Imu and Doug. Here we have the Limu emu in its natural habitat helping people customize their car insurance and save hundreds with Liberty Mutual. Fascinating. It's accompanied by his natural ally, Doug. Uh, Limu is that guy with the binoculars watching us. Cut the camera. They see us. Only pay for what you need@liberty mutual.com Liberty Liberty, Liberty. Liberty Savings Ferry unwritten by Liberty Mutual Insurance Company and affiliates excludes Massachusetts. Welcome back. Well, a delightful holiday romp with so many fun elements. People disguising themselves as carolers and of course the kids get every Victorian child's dream Christmas of seeing a good old fight on Christmas Eve. I also suspect that Harry Bartel snuck into the cast. I actually didn't suspect it was him. But it does show one of the challenges of doubling. And while I've heard a lot of actors double, I haven't heard a whole lot of examples of Harry Bartel playing doubles. And what we saw after the episode with this, that slight little slip is what happens when you're doing a particular type of voice for a while and forget to slip back into your normal presentation. That was a bit amusing, but overall I always find this episode a lot. And the Christmas message at the end really ties into something and a bit of a feeling that people had in that Christmas of 1945. For the first time in five years, it was Christmas and there wasn't a war going on. And there is just a beautiful sigh of relief and I hope that things really are getting better. Not just that we're going to make progress in the war as they might have had in previous Christmases, but that some problems were going to be solved. And certainly there was just a bit of a rest after all of the turmoil of the past few years. Well, now we're going to turn to our second special. This One comes from December 21, 1947. And this one will be John Stanley and the Adventure of the Christmas Bride. And Doug, here we have the Limu emu in its natural habitat helping people customize their car insurance and save hundreds with Liberty Mutual. Fascinating. It's accompanied by his natural ally, Doug. Limu is that Guy with the binoculars watching us. Cut the camera. They see us. Only pay for what you need@libertymutual.com Liberty Liberty, Liberty. Liberty Savings Ferry, underwritten by Liberty Mutual Insurance Company and affiliates, excludes Massachusetts. From New York, the makers of clipper craft clothes for men and 924 leading retail stores from coast to coast present the world's most famous detective, Sherlock Holmes. Our stories are based upon the character of Sherlock Holmes, created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock Holmes is portrayed by John Stanley, Dr. Watson by Alfred Shirley, and the dramatizations are by Edith Miser. Well, here we are, about to enter Dr. Watson's familiar study. Hello, what's this? We find the good doctor hanging up his Christmas holly, not forgetting a sprig of mistletoe. Mr. Harris, hope springs eternal, as they say. But here, help me down from this chair. My old legs aren't as agile as they were in the days when I followed Holmes through the dungeons and up the tower stairs of old Pensdragon Castle. Here we are. Oh, face, that sounds suspiciously like the beginning of a Sherlock Holmes yarn, Dr. Watson. It is, Mr. Harris. It is. Holmes always called it the adventure of the Christmas Bride. It concerns a ghostly lady in white who was supposed to have disappeared centuries ago, the honor of a noble family, and a certain Father Christmas who suddenly sang bass. And now, while I fix us both of you tired, Tolly? 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And sport jackets only 2650. Clipper craft values are so amazing, we urge you to compare them with clothes selling for many dollars more. And now, how about that Christmas bride, Dr. Watson? Her name was Ginevra and she was the heir and only child of Lord Robert Neville, 10th Earl and 54th Baron Pensdragon of Pensdragon Castle. Yes, I shall never forget my first glimpse of that ancient and somewhat forbidding edifice. The walls gray and bleak without their summer covering of ivy. The tower square and defiant with the red or rouge dragon pennant angrily defying the winter gales. Well, as I was saying, a rather urgent message from Lord Neville on elegant embossed stationery had arrived at 221B Baker Street. Would Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson do him the honour of a visit to Pensdragon over the Christmas holidays? The visit to include the wedding of his daughter Lady Ginevra to the immensely wealthy but slightly middle aged Wentworth Trimmingham, which was due to occur on the second day of the new year. Now don't tell me the eminent Mr. Sherlock Holmes was called in to guard the wedding presents, Dr. Watson? Hardly, Mr. Harris. At any rate, the day before Christmas found us alighting from our train at a small station in the Cumberland Hills, which as you know are situated in the north of England. There had been a slight fall of snow. An ancient carriage with red wheels and the Neville Arms on the door was drawn up to the station platform while the anxious face of the Lord of the Manor himself in top hat and earmuffs peered through one of the steamy windows. Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson. That's right. This way gentlemen. His Lordship's expecting you in carriage. Quite a fall of snow you've had here. Aye, sir, more a coming. By rights we should have brought the sleigh only his Lordship loaned it to the bicarp for tomorrow night. Vicar always plays fire to Christmas at the hall on Christmas Eve. Than I knows, Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson, sir. Good afternoon, gentlemen. Good afternoon. I'll hop in before you freeze to death. Thank you. Are you here, Mr. Holmes? Your friend opposite. And now then Dennis, back to Penn's Dragon as fast as you can. Aye, my Lord. Mr. Holmes, you are doubtless curious as to why I've invited you and Dr. Watson to share our yuletide celebration of Pen's Dragon. To be quite honest, Lord Neville, I didn't think it was entirely for the pleasure of our society. Although Watson is quite an asset when it comes to carol singing. Oh, tenor? No, certainly not. Baritone. Oh, that's good. The vicar who leads the Christmas singing is rather proud of his tenor voice and I may say he's not too fond of competition. Mr. Holmes, I have invited you to Pen's Dragon to make sure that nothing, nothing occurs to prevent the marriage of my daughter to Mr. Wentworth Trimmingham. Why is that marriage so imperative, Lord Neville? To be brutally frank, Mr. Holmes, the Neville estates are mortgaged up to the ears. If the marriage does not go through on the 2nd of next month, I shall be bankrupt, totally bankrupt. I see. Has anything occurred, Lord Neville, to make you fear that this marriage may not take place? Well, no, that is nothing definite. Perhaps the Lady Ginevra hasn't been able to hide her distaste for the match. Oh, no, nothing like that. Well, I wouldn't say it was a passionate attachment on either side, but they, they like the same things. She laughs at all his jokes. What better foundation could one ask for a marriage, Watson? That's what I should have said. Well, everything was as smooth as silk until the Dowager Duchess of Terse gave the engagement dinner last month. It was at her suggestion that I sent you the invitation to Pen's Dragon. She's been decidedly edgy ever since Percy returned in the midst of the betrothal dinner two weeks ago. Percy? Yes, Percy is my cousin. Although he's only seven years older than Ginevra, he's our next of kin. As a matter of fact, he's an orphan and lived with us at Pen's Dragon until he went off to Canada to seek his fortune two years ago. If anything should happen to your daughter before she produced an heir, would Percy Neville inherit? Yes, Dr. Watson, both the title and the estates. Percy Neville's return was unexpected. I gathered it was unexpected and melodramatic to say the least. The betrothal dinner was being held in the great hall of Pen's Dragon Castle. My daughter had just risen to return the bridegroom's toast. As she lifted her glass, a casement window was thrown violently open and Percy walked in out of the night. And now I should like to make a toast to my future bridegroom. Percy? Good heavens, Percy, Is it really you? I'm sorry to make such an abrupt entrance, Lady Terse, but I came as soon as I received news of the engagement. Percy, why didn't you let us know you were coming? Let you know? Let you know when you never bothered to answer my letters. But Percy, we never received any letters. We. We thought you'd forgotten us. I had forgotten. As if that would have mattered. Percy, that's not true. You know how fond I. We are of you. How touching. Percy, this is Wentworth. Wentworth Trimmingham, my future bridegroom. So this is the little man they've sold you to. Stop that. Stop it at once. I'm very fond of Wentworth. Are you, my dear Ginevra? Percy, why do you look at me like that? To think you should so soon forget our family motto. Ne vile velis. The name Neville means that, you know. Ne vile velis. Ne vile velis. Latin, I take it, eh, Holmes? Quite. It means stoop to nothing. Base. In case you've forgotten your obit, Watson. Oh, teach your grandmother to suck eggs. Tell me, Lord Neville, what happened after Percy quoted the family motto to your daughter? He stamped off to his old rooms in the tower and hasn't been out of them since. How does the Lady Ginevra react to this unfriendly behavior? Oh, she says let him sulk. It's no concern of hers. Lady Terce, on the other hand, is thoroughly unnerved by Percy's return. Oh. As she feels sure he'll do something outrageous the day of the wedding. Poor Wentworth is as edgy as a hen on a hot griddle. Well, of course, that may be due to his encounter with a white lady. White lady? Who's she? The ghost of the first Genevra. You know, the bride who played hide and seek on her wedding night and was never seen alive again. Years later, her skeleton was found in her great dower chest, still dressed in her wedding gown. She'd hidden in there, and somehow the house must have fallen down and she was locked in and smothered to death. See, Mr. Me, I remember a rather famous poem on the subject. Oh, yes. So all the Ginevras in the Neville family have been named after her. She's supposed to walk through the halls of the castle whenever a misfortune is due to a co. Cheerful damsel, Eh, Holmes? When and how did Wentworth Trimmingham meet the lady? Well, Mr. Holmes, it seems it's his habit to knock on my daughter's door on his way to bed to wish her good night. Last night the wind was rather high and he couldn't seem to make my daughter hear. Suddenly he heard a strange creaking noise down the corridor behind him. Looking round, he saw the lid of the door, our chest, rise slowly. Genevra. Genevra, my dear. It's I, Wentworth. I've come to bid you good night. Ginevra, Are you there? Genevra? Who calls me? What was that? Good Lord. The lid of the chest is rising. There's something. A woman in white. She's rising out of the chest. Who? Who are you? The first Genevra. You call to me so I have come to warn you go away. Go away before it is too. Then what happened, Lord Neville? Nothing, Mr. Holmes. Apparently the white figure glided past my daughter's fiance and disappeared up the tower stairs. What did the lady look like? Blonde? Brunette? Wentworth says her features were hidden by the bridal veil. Yes, interesting. I suppose anyone in the house would have access to that tower chest. On the contrary, Mr. Holmes, too many people are possessed of insatiable curiosity. I keep the silly things safely padlocked, I promise you. How many keys are there to that padlock? One, which I keep by me here on my keyring. A very wise precaution. I say, Holmes, your bed is even larger than the one in my room. The butler tells me Queen Victoria slept there when she paid a visit in 1846. Don't look so superior, Watson. Queen Elizabeth, I'm told. Slept here quite a few years before that. Come in. Oh, Lady Tess. Beautiful and charming as ever. Stuff and nonsense. Glad to see you. Both of you. Something's going on here. Don't like it. What sort of something are you referring to, Lady Tirse? Don't know. If I did, shouldn't have sent for you. Ginevra looks as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Bad sign. Percy looks like a thundercloud. That's worse. I thought Percy had locked himself in his rooms and refused to see anyone. I'd like to see anyone refuse to see me. But I'm Gavin, you'll want to view the premises. Yes. First of all I'd like to inspect that dour chest. It might be interesting to investigate how a lady in white can emerge from a carefully padlocked coffer. Then you don't think it was a ghost? Neither do I. Well, what was she up to? We shall be able to answer those questions better, Lady Terce, after we've had a look inside that box. I wonder if you could persuade Lord Neville to lend us the key. Here's the key, Mr. Holmes. Lord Neville insists I bring it back the moment you're finished with it. Suspicious old boy, eh, Holmes? Not suspicious, Dr. Watson. Fussy. Well, Mr. Holmes, why the delay? Open the silly chest, let's see what's inside. So fast, Lady Terce. Not so fast. First let's have a look at the lock. Heavy old bit of machinery. Yes, almost impossible to pick it without showing signs. There are no signs. Then whoever opened it used that key. Not necessarily, Watson. But there's only one key. Lord Neville told us so. And if Robert says a thing, it's gospel. Yes. Interesting carving around the lock. The wood's very old. Naturally. Open it up. I'm dying of curiosity. Very well. Lock means oiling hasn't been unlocked for some time. I'll remove the padlock. Here, Watson, hold it. Now, Lady Terce, if you'll help me raise the lid. Right. Good Lord, what's that? Oh, it's Thor. Ginevra's spaniel. Goes everywhere with her regular shadow. Oh yes. Here she comes. Hello there. I'm Ginevra. Why you must be Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. Delighted. Don't let me stop you, Mr. Holmes. You won't. Father told me what you're up to. I'm dying to see what's in the chest too. Go ahead, open it up. Down, Thor. Down boy. You see? It's a biggish box, isn't it? Yes. A woman could easily hide in there. Something white and satin lying on the bottom. Wonderful. It must be her wedding dress. I've always heard it was still in there. Remarkable to find it in such good condition after all these years. The remarkable thing about it, Lady Ginevra, is this dust and dirt on the hem. Watson, give me an envelope. I shall want to take a sample. But that's fascinating. I've heard simply fabulous things about you, Mr. Holmes. And now I believe them. Every one. Do you? Yes. I think we've seen everything that is to be seen here, Watson. You may close the lid and lock it. Right. Uh huh. So this is Mr. Sherlock Holmes and his famously. They told me you were coming. They? Who's they? I understood you've let no one in here. Not even the maid. You've overlooked, Lady Terce. Try to keep her out of anything. I didn't mention Mr. Holmes, Percy. 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And he has Vixen, the best horse in the county. Nothing can pass her, you know. Oh, dear, I hope so. No thought down what ails the cow? He may prove to be a bit of a problem, don't you think? Goodness, I hope not. Oh, Mr. Holmes, I didn't see you behind that chair. An ancient wing chair often provides a good listening post, my dear. Now look here, you meddling busybody. Mercy, please. You promised. Suppose you allow me to solve the problem of the dark lady. Ginevra, would you. I mean, listen. Sleigh bells. The vicar's driving up. He's here. Forward. Christmas is arrived. Open the door, Paddleford. Now then, everyone. Good king Wences must look down all the beasts of Stephen Wendell slowly round about. Stephen Bibby. I declare, I've never been so cold. My right ear's half frozen. Come along, Father Christmas. Percy will take you into the dining room. You can have a hot toddy while you get out of the your rat. That's good idea, good idea. And better disguise your voice, sir, or all the children will guess who you are. That's a good idea too. Gather round, all. Bring in the yule log. Father Christmas will be with you in a moment to give out the presents to all the good boys and girls there. How is that, Vicar? You're wonderful. Now go along, take Good care of it, Percy. Never fear, my dear. Mr. Holmes, they're bringing in the Yule log. Come and help me set fire to it. Oh look, Dr. Watson has caught Lady Turz under the mistletoe. I declare, I've never had such a Christmas. Come along Genevra, they're ready for you to light the fire, dear. Where did I put the matches? Happy Lady Ginevra. Oh, thank you, Dr. Watson. Oh, look at that. I say, I say, how she burns. Oh nothing. I do like to toast my feet in front of a yule log. I beg your pardon, Lady Ginevra, but haven't you raised your skirts a bit too high? Oh my goodness, I forgot. Ginebra, my dear, your fiance is making quite an ass of himself. Runs into the library every other minute to see no one's lifted one of the wedding presents. Well, all that silver. And your present, Lady Terce, the diamond tiara. I'll admit that tiara is a temptation. You shouldn't have given it to me, Lady Tirse. It's wonderful. Oh, not at all. A confounded nuisance. Given me a headache for years. Glad to be rid of it. Ah, here comes Father Christmas. Gather around the punch bowl everyone, and we'll have a drink or so before we give out the presents. That's the ticket. I say, Verbecca. For the Christmas, I mean. Start us off on a carol. Can't drink your eggnog without a song. Right you are, fair lady. God rest you merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay. Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas Day. Jolly, eh, Holmes? Nothing like a good old fashioned English Christmas. Street out of Dickens, don't you know? Comfort and joy. All tidings of comfort. Hello there. Father Christmas. Not leaving us soon. Well, that is a long ride home. Must get going. Don't tell the others. Wouldn't want to disturb the party. Quite. How about a hot toddy before you leave? Stirrup cup, you know. No, I haven't time. Haven't time? I thought you might say that, so I prepared this jug full of grog. Keep it well wrapped, it'll keep you warm. It's a long cold drive to Gretna green. But what, Mr. Holmes? No time to waste on your way, Father Christmas. Think of me when you drink the grog. We will. Wassail. Wassail. Merry Christmas. And a happy New Year. Hello. What's this? Vicar off so soon? Yes, Lord Neville. He seemed in a hurry to get home. Can't blame him. It's a cold night. Let us get inside before we freeze to Death. Good idea. I say. They're ready to start the dancing. Wentworth's trying to find Tenebra so they can lead the Lancers. Help. Help, sir. Of course. They're calling. Good heavens, what's that? Get me out. I'm locked. Why? Someone's got himself locked in the dungeon. This way. The entrance is through the dining room. I was hoping for more of a head start. What's that? Nothing. Nothing at all. Ah. This is the door to the dungeon. Let me out. Let me out, I say. Yeah, the door is bolted. Just a moment. Get me out of here. Good Lord, it's the vicar. Down there in his underwear and trussed up like a New Year's goose. This is an outrage. Get me out of here. But if the vicar is here, who drove off in the sleigh? Presumably an impostor who stole the vicar's clothes? I thought it might be, you know, when I heard Father Christmas sing bass. Hey. Holmes. Holmes, where are you? Lady Ginevra, her fiance can't find her anywhere. She's disappeared. Vanished into thin air. Great Scott. Someone get the vicar out of the dungeon. I've got to find my daughter. Oh, Mr. Holmes, come quickly. Ginevra's disappeared. Her dog is crouched in front of the dower chest, howling. Oh, hurry, gentlemen. The same scoundrel that locked the vicar in the dungeon has undoubtedly put Ginevra in the dower chest. I only hope we're not too late, eh, Holmes? Went to a scarlet, tried to break the chest open, but the dog won't let him near. There, you see? Easy, easy, easy. Talk, big boy. Yes, yes, yes, I know. I know what you're trying to say. We'll get her out. Oh, confounded. The key, Lady Tess. What did you do with the key? But I gave it back to you. No, you didn't. Oh, yes, you did too. Quite all right, you know. No key needed. The wood's so old and the staple so loose, it's quite possible to lift the lock right out like this. Are you wet? That's it. I'll raise the lid. Great Scott. There's nothing in there but a roast of beef. Yes, Thor's made off with it, I'm afraid. That explains his interest in the chest. But if Ginevra isn't here, where is she? With Father Christmas, I imagine. They're heading for the Scottish border in the sleigh. You'll never catch them, I'm afraid. Of course, she's eloped with Percy. So she did talk him round. Good for her. So that's why, she trailed off up the tower steps in that old bridal gown. I suspected as much when I discovered some of Percy's ashes on its hem. Ah, but this is dreadful. I should be ruined. We'll have to return all the wedding presents. Fiddle de dee. Personally, I'll make mine a much handsomer contribution. Ginevra shall have the tiara and my emeralds as well. They're worth the king's ransom. Lady Terce, you are an astounding female. All women are. Oh, but we're keeping the dancers waiting. You shall lead the lancers with me. Robert, come along. Say, Holmes, you old fraud. I believe you knew what was going on all the time. I suspected, Watson. I suspected that when I saw the Lady Ginevra raise her ball gown and display a pair of traveling boots, I was sure. But come along, Watson. We shall have to go down to the kitchen and make peace with the cook. Why, that. We're making off with Sunday's roast of beef. 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Manu bank awards are independently granted by their respective publication and are not indicative of future success or results. Welcome back. Well, another really good story. I have to admit that I didn't in general enjoy John Stanley as much as I did Basil Rathbone. But listening to this episode again, I enjoyed it, I think a lot more this time than on previous listens. It really is a much lighter story and it's also a solid one for John Stanley's as Holmes, who in many ways could be a bit more acerbic. And this episode though kind of showed a kinder side to his performance as Holmes and a little bit more of a twinkle, which is fun, even though Watson and he did have a little moment of bickering, which is very typical of the way that Stanley and Shirley played Holmes and Watson. They would have these moments of just, you know, going at each other. It wouldn't be just a situation where Holmes was picking on Watson, but they would kind of have these subtle digs at each other. And we saw a little bit of that in this episode, but it doesn't get annoying or in any way detract from the episode. And overall this was delightful. It was a little more subdued than the Night Before Christmas, but still there were some hijinks and Holmes knowing what was going on but deciding to act in the best interest of the. Of the lady in question rather than what her father wanted. But still getting a happy ending for everyone. For the most part anyway. And of course the dog got a really good cut of me. And if the dog ends up very, very happy, it's a really good Christmas. So again, I enjoyed this one and I hope you enjoyed both of these episodes and the nice little contrast we got to hear here. Alright, well, now it's time for me to thank our Patreon supporter of the day. And I want to thank Adrian, Patreon supporter Since January of 2017, currently supporting the podcast at the Detective Sergeant level of $7.14 or more per month. 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