Scene 12

INT. THE ALPHA INN. EVENING.

Crowded and noisy. More carol-singing.

WINDIGATE: Evening, gents. What’s your pleasure?

WATSON: Two glasses of your best beer, please landlord.

WINDIGATE: Straight away, sir.

HOLMES: Your beer should be excellent if it’s as good as your geese.

WINDIGATE: ( Surprised) My geese?

HOLMES: Yes. I was speaking only half-an-hour ago to Mr. Henry Baker, who was a member of your goose-club.

WINDIGATE: Oh, I see, yes. But them’s not my geese.

WATSON: Indeed? Whose then?

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