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

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And now for our weekly visit of the genial Dr. Watson.

Good evening, Doctor.

Good evening, Mr. Foreman.

Come in and settle yourself down. Thank you. You're looking particularly comfortable tonight, doctor. Watson. Good evening, Doctor. Good evening, Mr. Foreman. Come in and settle yourself down. Thank you. You're looking particularly comfortable tonight, Doctor. Feet up on the sofa and the puppies asleep on your lap. Yes, my boy. The three of us went for a long walk on the beach this afternoon. Monty and Winnie had a running battle with the seagulls. In consequence, they've been fast ever since we got home. I, I hope you're not too tired, Doctor. I'm counting on a new Sherlock home story, you know. No, no, no, I'm all ready for you, Mr. Foreman. In fact, I was going through my notes on the case just for you arrived. Well, last week you told us it concerned a strange society who held their meetings in an underground vault of a furniture warehouse. Yeah, that's right, my boy, now. Down, win it. Now, sit down, no, no, no, no, no, excuse me. Down, down, down, down. The story really began one storm in November night in 1887. I was married at the time and living away from Baker Street. On this night in question, my wife had already gone to bed, and I was nodding in front of the fire over one of Clark Russell's fine sea stories and had a very tiring day I remember it was about the hour that a man gives his first yawn and glances at the clock when suddenly my front doorbell jangled discordantly. Oh, our servant Edna had gone up to bed, so I crossed to the window and opened it.

It was very dark, but I could just see the outline of a figure standing on my doorstep.

It looked like a woman. Suddenly a cultivated voice

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