The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, starring Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce.

The makers of bromoconine coal tablets bring you another adventure of Sherlock Holmes

with Basil Rathbone, Sherlock Holmes,

and Nigel Bruce as Dr. Watson.

Watch out for colds, ladies and gentlemen.

They're very prevalent now, and a little cold may be the start of a serious illness.

And now as we make our way through the night to Dr. Watson's hospitable door, we notice a feeling

of spring in the

air. The buds are swollen on the trees, still black and dripping from the rain. There's the

smell of warm, damp earth. Delicious. Hey, Mr. Manning? Well, hello, Dr. Watson. I didn't see

you in the dark. Yes, I've been out checking up to see if my magnolios survived the winter.

Any casualty? No, they all seem to be fairly bursting with buds. Okay. I've been out checking up to see if my magnolios survived the winter. Any casualties?

No, they all seem to be fairly bursting with buds.

There's nothing as delicious as that first faint whiff of spring.

Or as treacherous.

Come along to the house before we both get our death of cold.

After you, sir?

Not at all my boy, none of that age before beauty nonsense. I'm not as decrepit as all has. Oh, what's this? The front hall littered with trunks, a suitcase? Oh, yes, I'm afraid my annual wanderlust is broken out rather early this spring. I'm often a little jaunt first thing tomorrow morning, but come along into the study. Does that mean that this is the last of our storytelling evening? For this winter, yes, I'm afraid it does. Well, I trust I'm not too forward if I hope to be invited back again in the fall. Of course not. You know we'll be waiting for your return. Oh, thanks very much. It's very decent of you. To put up with the meand rings of an old fellow like myself. Oh, I appreciate it, you know. But sit down, Mr. Manning, sit down there over there in the usual chair. Let's get on with our story before I get all blithery and sentimental. You're going to tell us about Professor Moriarty tonight, aren't you? Well, I had intended to, but I've changed my mind. I'm going to tell you the adventure of the retired colormen instead. Retired colormen? Isn't that a military term? No, it isn't. Mr. Josar P. Ambly has been the junior member of Brickfall and Ambly, manufacturers of of artistic paintboxes. He made quite a tiny little

fortune, retired from business at the age of 61, bought a house at Lewisham and then settled down.

The very next year, 1897, I think it was. He was the old fool married. Married? Yes, married.

And a woman's 30 years his junior. Yeah, that's always a bit rifty. Rifty.

Within two years, he was as miserable a creature as crawls beneath the sun.

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