Basil Rathlund and Nigel Bruce in the new adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

This rebroadcast is especially for the American Armed Forces and they're alive.

Now let's join Dr. Campbell

as he enters Dr. Watson's study.

Music Well, here we are once again in Dr. Watson's study.

Come in, Mr. Campbell, come in. Here, sit down and relax. You look a bit wilted, old fella. Oh, yes, it's such a beautiful spring evening. I thought I'd walk over. In fact, it's so beautiful I'd dawdled most of the way. Drinking in the warm air and the smell of things growing until suddenly I realized I was blamed well going to be late if I didn't hurry.

So I ran the last three blocks.

Yes, I know how it is.

This lovely spring weather is certainly conducive to indolence.

My household claim that when I go out to do the spring planting, I spend most of my time leaning on the spade, sniffing,

and listening to the birds. Not an unpleasant way to pass the time of day, incidentally.

Here, the day like today, is almost as a lexing as a turtish path, which reminds me of a curious and gory experience at Holmes and I had in just such an establishment some years ago.

It sounds suspiciously like the gentleman who said bang.

Oh, speaking of explosion.

Now, Mr. Campbell, you would never complain

about the way that the storyteller begins as yarn.

Anything is better than in a butt beginning.

Now, uh, put me all out. Where was I? In a Turkish path, if I'm not mistaken. Oh, yes, if it's Turkish path, you're not mistaken. Yes, that's it. Well, now, to begin at the beginning, it was in the hectic hair-raising, and I might even say the glorious day, the great battle of which between between Sherlock Holmes and the notorious Professor Marriarchi.

What you might call a real

Battle of the Titans, they, Doctor?

Indeed, it was, Mr. Campbell.

Things had been unusually

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