The MX Book of New Sherlock Holmes Stories - Part V
Scene 14
EXT. A QUIETER CORNER. EVENING.
The hum and bustle of the market is now slightly muted.
WATSON: Well done, Holmes!
HOLMES: Thank you for your contribution. A masterly performance.
Your after-dinner recitation tomorrow should be excellent. What is to be?
“Billy’s Rose”? “Christmas Day in the Workhouse”?
WATSON: Please. ( A moment) “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas”.
HOLMES: ( Laughs)
WATSON: All right, all right. Look, how did you know that that would work?
HOLMES: When you see a man with whiskers of that cut and a sporting paper protruding out of his pocket, you can always draw him with a bet.
WATSON: Do we have to go out to Brixton? How much longer is this trail going to stretch?
HOLMES: Remember Watson, a man will certainly get seven years’ penal servitude unless we can establish his innocence.
WATSON: Oh, so you do think he’s innocent?
HOLMES: Well, it’s possible. Wait a moment. Look.
Slightly distant, raised voices sound from Breckinridge’s stall.
BRECKINRIDGE: Right, I’ve had enough of you and your geese. If you show your face here again, I’ll set the dog on you, see if I don’t.
RYDER: But all I want to know is - ( who you sold them to... ) BRECKINRIDGE: Did I buy them off you? Did I sell them to you?
RYDER: No, of course not.
BRECKINRIDGE: Then it’s none of your business, is it? Now be off.
RYDER: But Mrs. Oakshott told me to ask you.
BRECKINRIDGE: You can ask the King of Proosia for all I care, I’ve had enough. Are you going?
RYDER: Don’t hit me, don’t hit me! ( He comes closer to us, calling back:) I didn’t mean no harm! Honest I didn’t! It’s just that one of them was mine, that’s all... Mine...
HOLMES: ( Suddenly close) Good evening.
Ryder jumps out of his skin.
RYDER: Who are you? What do you want?
HOLMES: I couldn’t help overhearing. I think that I could be of assistance to you.
RYDER: You? Who are you? How could you know anything about it?
HOLMES: It’s my business to know what other people don’t know. My name is Sherlock Holmes.
RYDER: ( Whimpers)
A violin passage takes us to: