Emile my dearest one.
Bien sur, Madame.
"My dearest Emile, my husband has changed his plans."
"There is no other way to say goodbye."
"Remember me in your heart."
Who betrayed me in Paris and why did you wait so long?
I find your ladyship's attitude surprising.
The answers to those questions are no concern of yours.
On my knees l beg you l employ you to show mercy.
I'm not in the business of mercy Madame.
I haven't the money even if I wished.
How could l without my husband knowing?
Oh you'd be exceedingly ill advised not to make an effort.
Do your worst.
You will not have a penny from me, coward!
My grandsons were punished enough.
I hear from them only seldom.
They wish to spare me their misery, l think.
This monster who brought about their downfall?
He lives and breathes, Mr. Holmes, with a smiling face
and a heart of marble.
You should have come to me sooner.
If only I'd known of you sooner.
A friend gave me your name.
He has a high regard, for your sense of justice.
Do you read poetry?
Try a leaf.
CAM devil.
This is the only clue I can offer you.
Maybe it will help.
I wish nothing for Myself, Mr. Holmes.
It is too late for that.
l wish only to save others.
3:45 for London.
I felt great sadness there.
To think that that house must have reverberated
to the sounds of those boys growing up.
Man who preys upon weakness
with a smiling face and a heart of marble.
A master blackmailer.
I've heard whisper of him, yet no one has put a name to him.
Well there's no mention of blackmail.
Even a whisper of a newspaper account.
You have reported it?
Of her two grandchildren, George the elder,
and Vike Kroft was caught in a moment of indiscretion,
referred to the paper as the Badger Game.
It seems to involve a gentleman being lured to the bed of a prostitute
then being discovered Infle Grande Delecto by a third party.
As usual the sensational press has got it wrong.
The lady was an actress that is true but it was no Infle Grande.
Mrs. Hudson.
He was married Holmes into one of the highest family's in the land.
The paper's made plenty of that.
And the younger boy?
Edward.
Now, he revenged for his brother, took a revolver to the footman,
who's name was, uh Veitch,
burst in upon him, shot him in the face.
The man lived but was disfigured for life.
After the trial he disappeared.
It is Veitch we must find to lead us to our prize.
Ms. Hudson are you not well?
Of course I'm well.
Then please you know I hate the smell of cabbage.
Surely the brothers would know they're tormentor.
The older brother fled the country in disgrace.
Edward joined him having served his sentence,
they're now living richly somewhere in France.
Goodbye Mrs. Hudson. Thank you.
There is one curiosity.
CAM Devil.
Read it for clues if you wish.
l do rather like Tennyson.
But later.
I'd prefer you to direct your energies towards the gossip columns.
The Grasslands.
The Grasslands, Watson.
for which our serpent lies.
Do tell us where you're going Charlotte.
Oh yes, do tell.
Lottie where are you going?
Shall l, dearest.
What's that my love?
Tell them where we're going for our honeymoon.
I've no objections.
It's Buddley Solterton.
How romantic.
It is actually very.
I shall have to choose somewhere abroad for a honeymoon.
Paris or Rome.
You may, Daphne.
But if one's fate is to marry a soldier, abroad may well be one's whole life.
And your honeymoon, Lady Eva? Have you and Harry decided yet?
Florence, Naples, Constantinople, I think.
Sounds delightful.
Now you've made him envious.
Not at all.
Charlotte, my dear, I must return to barracks.
Shall I see you this evening?
No, duties forbid. Our regimental dinner, alas.
Ladies.
Lottie, he is gorgeous.
He's divine.
How'd you get so lucky, Charlotte?
But where is Buddley Solterton?
Oh I'm so happy for you, Lottie.
What is this?
It's not in my hand.
My dear Colonel, you don't expect me to give you the original, do you?
Where did you get this? Who gave it to you?
Oh well, who but the object of your affections.
l don't believe it. It's not possible.
What do you want from me?
Two hundred pounds.
What?
For it all to be blown away.
Never. l won't part with a penny. I'll see you in hell first.
Think of your lovely bride, Colonel.
What have you done to me?
One has to ask oneself how much butter can one eat?
Dotty Martian apparently got seventeen salt and pepper parts.
Seventeen?
It's true. l was thinking of a way of dealing with it was so...
Help me.
It was to murmur politely, always useful until the awful day
when always useless, she said to the Duchess.
No.
Yes, it's true.
Lillie overheard her, didn't you, Lillie?
Yes, my lady.
Harry wanted us to be married at sea
on a pirate ship with only the crew invited
but one really can't, can we?
No, my dear, one really can't.
I made an extremely foolish wager
that l could outbox a young upstart of a dragoon.
And will you mend for the nuptials, my dear fellow, in three days?
You have a small flutter in itself.
Bed socks?
For cold feet.
You can rarely hopes they won't be needed.
Yeah my grandfather fancied himself
as something of a pugilist. He was the fourth Earl.
l remember one summer in Ireland,
l must have been about eight years old l suppose.
He decided to give me a lesson.
I've never been so frightened in my life.
Lottie, what is it?
Lottie?
What's the problem?
There's some letters.
Lottie?
Lover'stiff, or it's goodbye Buddley Solterton.
l must go to her.
No, my angel.
"Prince Muir is about to marry Baroness Haganlod."
"Lost his first wife, Princess Mary Devagram"
"ten years ago."
"Lord Rosebury has accepted an invitation"
"to dine at the Cutler's Feast in Sheffield."
You're not trying Watson.
Well really, Holmes?
I've been reading things out since half past eight this morning.
You haven't reacted to a single article.
l shall react l assure you
the moment you read out something which catches my attention.
Oh, this is interesting.
"Lord Hockstein of English Cricketers"
"are leaving next month for Philadelphia and Toronto."
What on earth does that continent know about cricket?
"The honorable Miss Miles has broken off her engagement"
"to Colonel Dorking two days before the wedding."
"The most important item in a woman's appearance this winter"
"will be her headgear."
Yes?
I've come to light the fire for you, sir.
Not at the moment. thank you.
Go away.
Inspector?
Mr. Sherlock Holmes?
Yes...
It's from Colonel Dorking. Who delivered it?
His batman.
This is Colonel Dorking.
His engagement to the honorable Miss Miles was broken off yesterday.
You see I was listening.
It's Lastrade.
I don't know that he's in. Inspector.
Inspector?
Mr. Holmes, you know what I'm here for.
No, pray tell me.
I've come for the letter,
which arrived in that envelope.
It was stolen from the rooms of Colonel John Dorking
and delivered into the hands of Doctor Watson not twenty minutes ago.
Do you have it?
Delivered, yes but stolen?
It was a postal note to me Lastrade.
It's police evidence.
The Colonel is dead.
Yes, we know. By his own hand.
Foul play is not suspected, is it?
How can you be so sure it isn't?
Because the note made it clear.
So,
why should he write to you, if he's topping himself?
Did you know the man?
l had no knowledge of him.
Oh, answer my question or better still... show me the letter.
It will tell you nothing.
Oh, he seems to me on the point of engaging you,
he must have changed his mind.
And took a soldier's way out.
What does he mean by?
We'll never know, Inspector.
But he was engaged to be married, damn it.
Yes, well...
Wouldn't be the first time and it won't be the last.
So it was blackmail, you'd say?
Well done, Lastrade.
No need for sarcasm, Mr. Holmes.
Your as much in the dark, as we are then
about who this blackmailer might be.
You can be sure of one thing.
Colonel Dorking was not his first victim and will not be his last.
Goodbye, Lastrade.
You will let me know if you hear of anything?
"I made a hideous mistake. I need your services."
The only pity is he didn't name the blackmailer.
He did.
This came with the letter.
Charles Augustus Milverton,
Appledore Towers, Hampstead, Art Dealer.
Camouflage.
C.A.M.
CAM devil.
I've had to deal with fifty murderers in my career,
but the worst of them never gave me this sense of-
revulsion that I feel at this moment
towards Mr. Charles Augustus Milverton.
Milverton's lair.
It's a fortress.
Are you surprised?
Charles Augustus. ls he a foreigner?
Roman? Prussian? He's built his own prison.
He's a man who loathes the human race.
What circumstances might bring him to that?
Well, boy brought up in lonely isolation, starved of affection.
Probably in one of London's outer suburbs.
Outer, why not Soho or Lesters Square.
Because, my dear Holmes, those places,
with all there vices team like wolves, generosity of spirit and humanity.
That's interesting.
Milverton.
Tonight I have an assignment for you, if you're willing to visit an art gallery.
What will you be doing?
Don't you think that the honorable Miss Miles
might be more worth a visit since Dorking wrote to you?
That is past, Watson.
What we must do now is fastened ourselves onto his next victim.
So, this evening I'm to discover all l can about Milverton?
His reputation. His background. And how those perceive him.
Do I engage him in conversation?
Yes, but with caution.
His lordship has taken ill at lunch my lady.
It is feared he may have suffered a stroke.
Oh, poor Uncle Charles.
Her ladyship is with him now.
He should be pleased that you're back.
Oh, Diana.
May I see him?
He's sleeping. Wait a little.
How bad is it?
Doctor Bainey's not optimistic. If he lives, he'll be paralyzed.
Eva, there's a ceremony that l have to attend this evening.
The unveiling of my portrait by a young artist.
Just a brief appearance but l promised him that I'd be there.
Will you come and take care of me?
Of course.
Wait.
Yes?
Here's a maid. Come about the job, sir.
Well, come in then.
So, what have you got to sell me, my dear?
What is your name?
Lillie, sir.
Awe, Lady Eva Blackwell.
It occurs to me that l might not have been invited to this viewing Holmes.
What if I'm not admitted, huh?
Holmes?
Is that Mr. Holmes just going out?
Not that l recognize, Doctor.
Without more ado ladies and gentlemen
l shall perform the ceremony for which we are gathered.
I think she's gentler and more beautiful than that.
I should insist on Whistler painting you.
Formidable.
It was a great honor.
I would like to go soon.
The boy has caught you to Perfection, Lady Swinstead.
I don't believe we've been introduced.
Charles Augustus Milverton at your service.
Excuse me.
Lady Swinstead, I'm afraid.
My husband?
Eva.
Forgive me.
A most beautiful lady.
What?
Lady Swinstead. I wonder though-
if he's quite got her mouth right.
Disaster.
Do l know you?
Yeah.
You work for Milverton, don't you?
Is he good there?
He would be if weren't for the bloody plumbing.
Plumbing?
Always drippin off the spout and it's always my fault.
Robert, look what you've done.
That's my pint, is it?
Now give us a kiss.
Get off.
Get off, Robert. Get off.
We never sent for the plumber.
Oh hello.
It was Stokes.
Oh was it?
Robert this is... what's your name?
Escott. We plumb the depths, it's my firm's motto.
He says you sent for him.
Where's the trouble?
Awe, l see.
What's going on here?
l asked you what's going on here?
He's come about the plumbing, Mr. Hebworth.
I took the liberty of asking him to come and look at it.
Didn't l, Aggie?
You have no right to take liberties. I'm in charge here.
But we do need it done, Mr. Hebworth.
l mean, Mr. Milverton was only saying yesterday.
that there was a very, ugly smell coming from the piping.
Very well. Carry on then.
He came in late and went out early.
Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.
Shame, isn't it?
He was a fine statesmen, Watson.
It was his diplomacy, I'm told, which eased Anglo-French relationships
at a most delicate time some year's back.
To think that l was there with his widow when the news was broken to her.
Milverton.
l exchanged a word with him.
A more calculatingly insincere smile. l never hope to see.
Charles Augustus.
And described to me as a connoisseur in art matters.
A businessman who can make or raise the fortune's of any artist
to whom he devotes himself.
Stems of hell.
He's a member of a number of London clubs.
On the basis, l suppose that there are those who do not oppose him.
Not the Diogenes.
l heard my brother Microft that he presented himself,
and was turned away with a flea in his ear.
Your gentleman blackmailer was born in Balum.
The only son of a glazer and his wife.
Your source of information?
Oh a variety of sources.
I applied your methods. How have you faired?
I've entered the fortress.
I'm a plumber of a rising business. Escotts my name.
The butler, who goes under the name of Hebworth,
is none other than Veitch the footman,
who was shot in the face. I'm certain of it.
Perhaps he was employed by Milverton
as a reward for keeping his silence during the Kroft scandal.
l wonder.
You got air compression in your cell pipes, Mr. Hebworth.
That's the cause of the evil smell in this house.
What this warrants is a save all below it
so the dirty water don't get clogged up.
What the devil are you doing here?
It's the plumber sir.
There's no need of a plumber in this room. Get out.
This is master's special room.
And you stay out now...
Aggie.
I'll see you later. It's my plumber.
Aggie?
I don't care if I do make him jealous. Because ideas are...
I don't like your master, Aggie. I think he's a shady character.
You're right, he is.
Oh, God.
Lillie.
She won't come here for that Job. Why would she want to work here for?
She was a real lady's maid, you could tell by her clothes.
What was she after then?
I think you're getting a bit too curious.
Yes, you are.
and I'm getting cold. Snuggling good.
Just a kiss.
I don't know how.
Poor boy.
Holmes, I've had an idea.
A way in which we bring this fellow Milverton within the grasp of the law.
If we could tempt him to blackmail
an innocent person we should have him.
Now suppose...
suppose I was to be the recipient of some indiscreet letters.
You Watson? Who would pray write these letters?
Someone of our acquaintance.
And you and your plumbing persona could offer them for sale.
And at the moment of transaction
Lastrade would be on hand to arrest him.
But legally we cannot move
until some victim is prepared to sacrifice their reputation
by going to the police.
There must be some way we can fight this devil.
There is.
In a mere three weeks, my love, this all will be yours.
l feel unworthy of it.
Nonsense. There's no woman on earth more worthy.
I feel unwell.
l know what it is your feeling.
It's your Uncle Charles, l do understand.
We have our future ahead.
We have each other for the rest of our lives.
Where can I find Monsieur Vetron?
Sherlock Holmes.
Good evening, monsieur.
You see I've tried to bring a little bit of Paris to London
Camille's method is simple.
Camille?
C.A.M. CAM.
Watson, you know sometimes you absolutely amaze me.
He allows it to be known that he is prepared to pay very high sums
for letters, which come from wise people of wealth and position.
Do you receive, do you receive these letters from valets and maids?
Not only them. Sometimes, how do you say, gentile ruffians-
who have the confidence and affection of trusting women?
No one knows where Camille's grip may fall.
You are his agent, his conductor?
Me?
No, no, no, we go back a number of years.
Rarely people are stupid enough to trust their servants.
Did you help conduct a housemaid to him recently?
And what his your interest, monsieur?
l have a friend who may have something to sell.
Oh, yes? Well, come this way.
Tell me about him.
Well he needs to know the procedure.
The matter is delicate.
Of course. It always is.
He's a personal physician to the Duke and Duchess of Landish.
Now this housemaid who came by recently?
She's here tonight celebrating her birthday.
In a year from now, she'll be on the streets.
At whose expense?
Lady Eva Blackwell.
Engaged to the Earl of Dovercourt, said to be married within weeks.
She must submit herself to our care.
Somehow without delay.
How dare you come into this house!
How dare you!
My dear young lady, a show of temper will avail you nothing.
l can't pay you.
I haven't the money to pay you.
Give me back my letters.
Please, leave me alone.
You must be resourceful in finding the money.
You have influential friends. Surely they'll come to your aid.
No, they won't.
Who can l tell?
That's not my concern.
The Earl of Dovercourt, my lady.
Don't fuss. Oh, there's a good fellow.
Oh darling.
This is Mr. Milverton.
I'm honored to meet you, my Lord.
And what is your business here?
Business?
Shall we share with his lordship our little secret, Lady Eva?
No.
As you wish.
My card, sir.
Thank you.
Good day at you both.
Stokes. What time is it?
Twenty past four.
How much longer, Escott?
Well, if you'll forgive me for saying so, Mr. Hebworth,
you're plumbing's in the shocking stage.
It's the worst I've ever seen.
Two more days, then you're out.
Come and see me tonight.
Oh, Aggie.
I have it under authority that she rides this way
every Sunday afternoon. Would you recognize her?
Well, I've seen her likeness in a magazine
if she's with Dovercourt, l might.
Eva?
Boy, get the horse.
I'm a Doctor.
Her godmother lives just over there.
We could carry her if it's safe to lift her, doctor.
Yes. There's no-injury. Just fainted.
Darling?
I'm so sorry to be of so much trouble.
You lay where you are, my dear. You're in safe hands now.
Lady Swinstead.
All England shares in your grief.
My colleague, Doctor Watson, is attending Lady Eva.
Poor child is very disturbed by the death of my husband.
There's nothing serious Lady Swinstead
but l would advise you to make her rest and get her own doctor to see her.
Of course. Thank you, Doctor Watson.
May Lady Eva need my services, please.
Eva?
It was Milverton who caused her fall.
She saw his carriage.
He rings the nerves of his victims
to add to his already swollen moneybags.
He is the worst man in London.
Seething, slithering and sly.
Yes, is there nothing better we can do than spend our time here, Holmes?
You have any suggestions?
Confront him. Challenge him.
The brain before the cudgel rule.
Meanwhile, just like him,
he'll squeeze his victims till he's drained them dry
and we're doing nothing to stop him.
Holmes?
You must eat, child.
What's troubling you?
Are you expecting someone?
No.
I'm just thinking about my wedding.
Now tell me the truth.
Gotcha.
What time do they go to bed in this house, Aggie?
What do you want to know for?
So I know when it's safe to visit you.
You could always come in over the wall.
Throw pebbles at my window.
Which is your window?
I'll only tell you-
if you marry me, love.
Oh Aggie, I can't.
Then I won't tell.
You have such a way with words.
All right.
I'm at the very, very top on the corner
and Master, he's a floor below but he's next to the garden
and Monsieur Hebworth he's on the ground floor, just across from the study.
Loves his sleep, he does, you can't wake him.
There's a joke in the servant's hall.
Why don't he sleep upstairs?
Because the master wants him on guard.
He's got loads of valuable, valuable stuffs in his study.
Because he's no collector, he's afraid of burglars.
Are you a burglar?
You touched my heart.
l will make you a gift of mine.
Off you go. Off you go.
Maximilian, who let you out.
Stop. Come here.
Stop it. Stop it.
Stop it...
I'll get you, Escott.
He's just around the corner.
What's this bloody racket?
Well, there...
Watson, you'll be interested to hear that I'm engaged to be married.
Oh, yeah. l will.
To the Milverton's housemaid.
Good heavens.
l needed information.
Surely you've gone too far.
It was a most necessary step
I've walked with her, talked with her.
Heaven knows talks.
But the girl?
Can't help it, Watson.
One must play one's cards as best one can
when such a stake is on the table.
However, I rejoice to tell you that I have a hated rival
that will cut me out the moment my back is turned.
What a splendid day it is.
You like this weather?
She's here.
My father died when I was 1 2.
My mother stays in the country.
Lord and Lady Swinstead have made London home to me
but indeed they arranged my season last year.
Give me your gloves.
Oh, Mrs. Hudson, what do you think you're doing?
You haven't been out this morning, Mr. Holmes
and you don't have to be a detective
to see that this young lady is recently up from a sick bed.
Isn't that so, my dear?
You must put some roses back in those cheeks.
Thank you.
The broth is an excellent idea.
Mrs. Hudson, will you vanish?
I said vanish.
He was my first love.
The son of some neighbors of ours in Suffick
but we were ill matched.
He had few prospects.
When I came down to London
last year for the season l broke off with him.
I didn't realize how much I hurt him.
He returned my letters
and I put them away in a trunk, which I keep with me.
Now, the substance of these letters?
They're just a little foolish.
But sufficient to cause your fiance misgiving?
Harry's so proud of me.
It frightens me sometimes that I cannot live up to
his expectation of me.
Was it your maid who found these letters?
Lillie, yes.
l trusted her.
I cannot believe she could have betrayed me like this.
How would this Lillie know about Milverton?
I think-
the idea may have come to her
through a misfortune that befell a friend of mine, Charlotte,
who was to have married a Colonel Dorking.
And Mr. Milverton
sent her some letters.
They were very distressing.
Lillie and I were there when she received them.
To think the same fate has befallen me.
It will be all right, Lady Eva.
What could you do?
My marriage is on the 1 8th.
He's demanding that
the money be paid to him
four days prior to the wedding on the 1 4th, on the day of the dance.
Dance?
Lord Dovercourt has arranged a wedding feast
and invited half of London.
I'm dreading it.
If you will place yourself in my hands,
I'll inform Mr. Milverton that you've commissioned me to meet him
to make the best terms that I can, huh?
I have limited resources, Mr. Holmes.
But enough for me to bargain with l cannot approach him empty handed.
Good. Good.
Thank you.
My best wishes to your Godmother.
Lady Eva.
You must trust Mr. Holmes and his methods. Absolutely.
Mrs. Hudson will see you out.
That young lady, Holmes, must be treated with infinite care
unlike your other recent escapade.
Oh, Watson, it took some nerve for her to come here alone.
It is my belief that Lady Eva
and the Milverton housemaid have something in common.
And what is that?
Juice.
Watson, juice.
In the face of adversity.
Now.
Mr. Milverton.
Well, well, well.
Eva?
Lottie.
I am so glad to see you.
Paris wasn't the answer.
You've been hard to find.
What were you doing?
I fell asleep.
Johnson told me about your Uncle Charles. I'm so sorry.
I stayed here to comfort Diana but
this house is so sad.
We'll call again at 6:30 C. A. M.
You ready?
Yes.
Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
This gentlemen, is it discreet?
Dr. Watson is my friend and partner.
It is purely in the interest of your client that I protest it.
The matter is so very delicate.
Dr. Watson has already thought of that.
May I?
Oh, thank you.
Then we may proceed to business.
You said in your note that you are acting for the Lady Eva.
Are you empowered to accept my terms?
What are your terms?
Seven thousand pounds?
And the alternative?
My dear sir, it is painful for me to discuss it.
But I can say
that all of this is done with most careful consideration.
And if the money is not paid
on the 1 4th then there certainly will be no marriage on the 1 8th.
We are, of course, familiar with the contents of these letters.
We shall advise our client
to tell her future husband the whole story and trust to his generosity.
Well, then you evidently do not know the Earl.
What harm is there in these letters?
They are sprightly.
Very sprightly.
The lady was a charming correspondent.
But I assure you the Earl of Dovercourt
will fail to appreciate them.
However, if you think otherwise, it's purely a matter of business.
If you think it in the best interests of your client
then it would indeed be foolish to pay so large a sum of money.
You go too fast.
We would certainly make every effort
to avoid scandal in so delicate a matter.
I felt sure that you see it in that light.
Damn you.
Lady Eva is not a wealthy woman.
Two thousand pounds would be total drain on her resources.
The sum you named utterly beyond her power.
Return the letters at the price we indicate, l assure you
it is the highest you can get.
What you say maybe true of the lady's resources
but surely the occasion of her marriage
is it not a proper time for her friends and relations to make-
some little effort on her behalf?
They may hesitate as to an acceptable wedding present.
But this little bundle of letters
would bring more joy than all the candelabras
and butter dishes in London, wouldn't it?
It is not possible.
Oh, dear me then. How very unfortunate.
l cannot help feeling that ladies are ill advised in not making an effort.
Look at this.
This belongs to...
Well perhaps it's hardly fair to tell you
to whom it belongs until tomorrow morning
when it will be in the hands of the lady's husband.
And all because she will not find a beggarly sum
which she could easily do
simply by turning some of her diamonds into paste.
It is such a pity!
You may have noticed a small paragraph
recently in the Morning Post.
The sudden end of the engagement
between the Honorable Miss Miles and Colonel Dorking?
Yes, and it's tragic consequences.
That was turned to amount to murder.
How do you answer for that, Mr. Milverton?
How a man conducts himself
under such circumstances is a matter for himself alone.
That is a monstrous accession.
It was you and you alone Who caused his death.
And the sum involved niggardly.
Indeed a mere twelve hundred pounds
would have settled the whole questions. Pitiful, isn't it?
And yet l find you Mr. Holmes, a man of sense,
boggling over terms when the whole future
and honor of your client is at stake. You surprise me. You do really.
The money cannot be found.
Surely it would be better for you to take the substantial sum we offer
than to ruin this young woman's career,
which can profit you in no way.
But you're mistaken.
An exposure would profit me indirectly to a considerable degree.
l have eight or ten similar cases materializing.
If it is circulated that I have made a severe example of Lady Eva.
I'll shall find the rest much more open to reason. Do you see my point?
Let us see the contents of those letters.
Mr. Holmes. Mr. Holmes I've been expecting you
to do something original.
This has been tried so often before.
Young Edward Kroft for one.
Kroft?
The footman Veitch
who took the bullet that was rightfully yours.
You've done some work on me.
So you must know that nothing ever came
of an attack on my person. I'm armed to the teeth at all times.
And I'm perfectly prepared to use my weapons
and knowing that the law will support me.
You may well have your chance to test your assumption.
Mrs. Hudson l am not to be disturbed.
Go.
Mr. Holmes, surely you don't believe
I'd be so foolish to carry my livelihood here in my pocket?
Just making sure, Mr. Milverton.
Well, now gentlemen,
I have one or two little interviews this evening
and it's a long drive to Hampstead.
Now someone has dealt Milverton a blow.
An outraged husband?
Just as there are thousands in this great city
who crave Milverton's destruction
and may yet beat us to it.
Holmes? I'm as fond of art as any man
but don't you think after yesterday's encounter...
Art is bond to the brain
especially in moments of decision.
So we've learned something about Milverton.
That he's ruthless is hardly a revelation.
And that of his vanity and to a certain his vulnerability.
I can see that the damage to his carriage
might have unsettled him.
We must exploit such things.
Wanton vandalism.
Any chink in the armor.
Mr. Holmes.
This is my friend the Honorable Charlotte Miles.
Mr. Sherlock Holmes and his partner Mr. Watson.
Lady Eva, may I speak privately to you?
Mrs. Miles, please accept our sympathy.
Mr. Holmes and I are fully aware of your situation.
That is most kind of you Doctor Watson,
but one has to live with one's mistakes.
He was unyielding.
Now the next move requires your delicate cooperation.
I'll do anything you say, Mr. Holmes.
The dance in your honor?
On the 1 4th.
Good afternoon, Mr. Stokes?
l told you l was not to be disturbed girl, what is it?
It's Mr. Sherlock Holmes to see you, sir.
Oh Aggie, you've touched my heart.
Mr. Holmes?
I'm here to inform you that my client accepts your terms.
She's acted with perspicacity.
She begs one small favor.
What is it?
That the exchange be delayed until the 1 5th.
The Earl has arranged a dance for the previous night
and she is somewhat preoccupied with that.
The dance, yes.
So, 1 0 o'clock the following morning we can do business?
Seven thousand pounds?
As agreed.
Here or at Baker Street?
Here, Baker Street.
Neutral ground perhaps.
The Diogenes club You are a member?
May I?
Tell me, this sudden turnabout, was it on your advice?
I could not abandon my client to her fate.
Mr. Milverton, you are the victor.
What a divine fragrance.
My late husband and l were something of a second family to her
so you see my concern?
This man who is blackmailing her?
Charles Augustus Milverton, he's an arts dealer.
Yes. I've heard of him.
He's well placed to hear the gossip and do his worst.
What view does Mr.Holmes take of it?
Well, I'm sure he has something in mind
but he seldom confides in me till the last minute.
Awe Holmes.
Lady Swinstead is fully primed for the situation.
Time is running out.
Mr. Holmes.
If it is a question of paying the money...
That will not be necessary.
You can give assurance then?
That would be unwise in me, Lady Swinstead.
But I assure you
l will give it my best.
l shall have to be satisfied with that then.
Mr. Holmes?
This man must be silenced.
Does she know about Milverton? A name?
Yes, l told her. Was that wrong of me?
Oh, Watson these bills. They must be paid.
Oh, incidentally l managed to secure
an invitation for us both to the Dovercourt dance.
The house is some miles from London
but in reach for my purposes.
What purposes?
I intend to burgle the Milverton house that night.
For heaven sakes Holmes, think what you're doing.
Well let us look at it fairly and clearly.
You will admit that the cause is morally justifiable.
Yes. Technically criminal.
No more than raiding his pockets
a cause which you were perfectly willing to help me.
That was on the spurt of the moment not on the coal light of reason.
Reason?
Is there reasoning to be done, Watson?
Nothing to test my brain. That's the curse of it.
Think.
If you're caught,
an honored career ending in failure and public disgrace.
What failure? What disgrace? Against defeat.
You know me well enough
that l would never adopt so objectionable a course
if another were possible l must have those letters.
And have the house in the palm of my hand.
The cudgel before the brain.
What of the odious Milverton?
Do you think he's just going to open his gates and invite you to stroll in?
Milverton will be at the dance as the guest of Lady Eva's.
That's monstrous, Holmes.
My self-respect and reputation are at stake, it's the only way.
Well l don't like it, any of it.
You have nothing to fear.
Eva?
Mrs. Hudson, why don't you tidy for me?
Where the hell are my shoes?
Shoes?
Yes.
Masks?
Black silk handkerchief.
l see you have a natural turn for this sort of thing.
l wonder where l learned it.
Take the usual precautions tonight.
Hebworth.
I will.
Enjoy your evening.
The people are at risks here, Holmes.
Yes indeed. We leave in eight minutes.
Excuse me sir, her ladyship would like to see you upstairs.
Harry.
That man-
is he an invited guest?
Milverton.
Yes, it's something Eva schemed. The painting.
The old girl is probably trying to
whittle down the price by inviting him here.
Don't worry yourself, Diana. It's all right.
How strange-
to see you here Mr. Holmes.
Mixing business with pleasure?
There's no doubt you are.
Purely pleasure this evening, Mr. Holmes. l assure you.
You will be keeping our appointment.
Sir.
I am expecting a visitor in half an hour.
Sir.
Servants are playing while the master's away.
Holmes?
That's strange. No time to lose the door.
You made me curtail my evening's entertainment.
I hope you prove worth it.
You couldn't have come at a more sociable time?
Well if you couldn't, you couldn't.
If the Countess is a hard mistress,
you have a chance now to get even with her.
Bless the girl, what are you shivering about?
That's right. Pull yourself together.
Now then, let's get down to business.
You save you have five letters, which compromise-
the Countess D'Albert?
You want to sell them. I want to buy them.
So far, so good. So it remains to fix the price.
Of course l shall want to examine the letters.
If they prove to be good specimens then...
Great heavens, it is you?
A woman whose life you have ruined.
You were so very obstinate.
Paris twelve years ago.
Why did you drive me to such extremities?
An episode long closed.
l wouldn't hurt a fly of my own accord.
You waited for the moment when the stakes was most worth winning.
What was I to do?
Instead you sent the letters to my husband.
A man whose boots I was never worthy to lace.
You broke his gallant heart.
Vial creature!
That day l came here. l prayed, l begged you for mercy.
And you laughed in my face as you are trying to laugh now.
Your coward heart cannot keep you lips from trembling.
Don't imagine that you can bully me. I'm only to raise my voice.
You will ruin no more lives. You will wring no more hearts...
I will make allowance for your natural anger.
Leave the room at once and I'll say no more about it.
l will free the world of a poisonous thing.
You've done me.
The fire.
Lady Swinstead,
you're free.
Run! Run!
Now gentlemen.
The sale of the property of Charles A. Milverton Esquire, deceased.
Lot one, a box of miscellaneous objects, trinkets, correspondence.
Do I hear five pounds?
Thank you, sir.
The steward from the Vetron household, making sure.
Lot two,
bust of Athena, ancient Goddess of wisdom, industry and war.
Now what do I have for this fine marble statue?
Ten pounds?
Twenty?
Twenty pounds.
Thirty?
l have thirty pounds.
Fifty. l have fifty pounds, sir.
Sixty?
Eighty?
Eighty pounds.
Ninety?
Ninety pounds against you, sir.
At ninety?
One hundred pounds.
More, sir?
Sold to the gentleman over there for one hundred pounds.
Mr. Holmes.
Bought it in an auction, Mrs. Hudson. It cost a hundred pounds.
Why has he smashed it?
l thought there might be something in it.
I'm more than happy to say that I was wrong.
Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.
Why is a point of interest, Holmes. Did the Frenchman want it?
Sentimental reasons?
Just making sure.
No, Watson.
There are certain aspects in which I am not proud.
Please.