Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

when Moriarty's lose on London?
Can't do yourself any good pacing my office.
"Sincerely yours, Ann Brandon."
Good evening, Miss Brandon. Everything all right?
He's been shaving.
"My dear Mr. Holmes.
with the back of his head all...
Ann, you're glad you came, aren't you?
You mean Jerrold?
You'll forgive me bothering you like this.
- Let me take your hat and stick. - Oh, thank you, yes.
I don't know why I don't.
the instrument that killed Lloyd Brandon. - What?
I'm gonna break you, Holmes.
Oh, please don't try.
Is he busy?
How do you do, sir?
It's a watch fob.
Forward march.
Why should I want to kill him?
Yes.
All right. You stay here.
Only I don't understand why you wish to consult me about a garden party.
But Moriarty, what of him?
lick my Pussy Sherlock holmes
And what would you propose that I should do, Mr. Holmes?
and report to me at the museum.
Nobody.
That's exactly what I didn't want.
Oh, I don't know what I'm saying.
I'm sure of it.
- Well, goodbye. - Goodbye, sir.
- Why not? - Well, it won't get us anywhere.
May I give you a lift? Cabs are scarce in this rain. - Thank you.
- Thank you, sir. - Thank you, Dawes.
No, no nothing. My family has no history.
the crowning act of his career...
- Holmes, Holmes. - Come on Watson, quick.
I went up to be with my brother.
- What? - No.
He certainly couldn't sell it as it is.
You make too much of a trifle.
Captain Mannery, Royal Navy, with escort reporting to Sir Ronald Ramsey.
- Not at all. - Thank you.
but she gives the kind of parties that one comes away from with a feeling
Thank you, inspector.
No, there's no occasion. I have ample protection.
Goodbye. Thanks.
Don't let me detain you.
When you found that cab,
I don't know why you let that insufferable little brat come in here.
Once it arrives it's technically in my custody. - Yes.
Never doubt it.
You have your orders. That's enough.
Oh yes, yes of course, anything you say.
Look at that, Watson.
Now what? Oh, bother the Star of Delhi. - What?
What? No, no. Perhaps it doesn't matter at all, Watson. We'll see.
Probably wouldn't matter.
Hmm? Yeah, that's a chinchilla foot, Billy.
Miss Brandon, is anything wrong?
I want you to post that letter at the box at Portland Square
And Mr. Hunter?
Intelligent criminals are seldom vicious except on special occasions.