Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can't tell you, how grateful I am to you, Holmes.
What you make of it, Watson?
But my lord, you can't let Moriarty go free. He killed Loray.
Who was he?
I've taken the most efficient steps of keeping in touch with Moriarty.
I can prove it. I can destroy his alibi.
Darling, how can you say such a thing?
Of course, dear. I hope it will be good.
You're his lawyer. You manage the estate.
Why?
- No one there, Sir Ronald. - Never mind, Sergeant. I have the jewel.
There was a street beggar standing in front of the house.
but I'm sure I was followed here.
I could just see the outline of his figure
You think these are the footprints of a murderer?
Yes.
Mr. Holmes, would you mind going out, please?
The germ of a crime, Bassick. A truly great crime.
a grave responsibility.
That's very soon now.
Excuse me.
I think it's very becoming.
Oh, how can you trifle with such inconsequentialities
- for a day or two at least. - Hmm.
My father, well I admit he was a hard man
No, I think not, inspector.
Well, I've got what I wanted, so I think I'll be going along.
Coming, Holmes.
Anyhow, I can't go on like this.
just a few minutes before twelve.
The young Hunter knows a great deal more than he proposes to tell.
Billy's studying to take over my duties when I retire, Miss Brandon.
Yes, sir, cause that's the only places chinchillas grow.
But he had your unfortunate habit of asking too many questions
and all the boards did shrink.
and him with his head bashed in?
Huh? Curious.
Did you see who was playing?
Serg, Sergeant!
I say, steady. Drive a little careful, old boy.
Blimey me a tenner. Oh, thank you.
Bring him along to the posting room. - Where?
Raise the port trellis.
Then you didn't water them today.
after this comes to fascinate and tantalize his imagination.
Of course I'm afraid but I'll go through with it.
He won't talk until he's ready.
but a cryptic warning of avenging death. We must go to your brother at once.
Mr. Holmes, what shall I do?
Surely you're not afraid of me?
Yes, about half an hour ago. I came here directly.
Well, he did send me in his place.
You, my dear fellow.
- Your hat and stick, Sir Ronald. - Thank you.
No nothing yet.
Am I so unwelcome then?
Goodbye, Jerrold.
He staged that fiasco at the Tower of London.
He knows London like a cab driver.
That is our responsibility, Mr. Holmes.
That fellow Hunter is working for Moriarty.