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Sherlock Holmes is portrayed by John Stanley.

Doctor Watson by Alfred Shirley.

Our stories are based upon the character of Sherlock Holmes, created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Ragmatizations are by Edith Miser.

And now once again we turn into the familiar gate wind whistles cold and sharp through empty branches.

Off when in October moon appears intermittently from behind scudding clouds.

What's that in the good Doctor's window pumpkin lantern?

Doctor Watson is celebrating Halloween early this year.

Come in, mister Harris, Come in.

Why they delay on the door stick?

Why I was just admiring your Halloween decorations, Dr Watson.

A welcome arvey is vented to me this afternoon by my youngest godchild.

It's supposed to wharf goblins and witches and.

Other nefarious familiars who are abroad this time of year.

You mean, who are supposed to be a broad doctor.

Not necessarily, mister Harris, not necessarily.

We're here, take this chair by the fire.

Thank you.

Did I ever tell you of the.

Time Holmes and I had a rather terrifying encounter with the notorious laughingly love of hights hoar Heath.

Why you know you didn't, Doctor, who was a.

Witch who had been buried centuries before on wild and brooding.

Countryside known as dot Bore.

This adventure took place on All Saints Eve, the particular witch's.

Sabbath, which your Americans referred to as Halloween.

And I go for depend as usual soon as I pause to pour us each a less a fresh cited while you pay homage to our stunson.

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And now doctor Watson to return to the Witch on the Moors.

All right.

It was one morning, several years after my marriage, a billion fall day, the last day of October exact.

Mary and I had just finished on the Tutinal Finn and Haddy, when a violent jegnet of front door bell had holded a telegram from my erstwhile partner in crime, mister Sherlock Holmes.

As nearly as I can remember it, when, if convenient, meet me Paddington Station ten fifteen.

If inconvenient, come anyway.

Bring service of offer don't suppose you have any silver bullets.

Over bullets, what was the meaning of that inquiry?

Doctor?

As a matter of fact, that is my first question of Holmes has setting himself.

In the corner of our railway carriage.

Holmes, I gathered from your teleic exeptons.

We're about to embark on another investigation, a dangerous one, judging from the fact that you wished me to bring my revolver.

But right, a facetious inquiry as to the silver bullets.

Because of the common superstition among the natives the Moors of Devonshire that the evil spirits who are bound there can only be killed by a silver bullet?

Whose interested in native superstitious we.

Are, Watson.

We've been urgently summoned by Sir lionel Finnick of Fennic Hall that the long dead ancestres of his is supposed to be on the prow.

It seems she's not only playing.

All thoughts of our greatest pranks, but actually threatening the safety of his.

Infant son, born only two weeks ago.

In other words, we're not on the trail of a common criminal.

This is a witch hunt pressing a what's in the first glimpse of the war.

Yes, he should be there shortly noticed that ancient Roman power.

She's buried at the cross roads at the foot of that hill, is from that building which she derives her name.

Who derive his fort name the laughing zeimer of hi Tar Hill.

Alima is the Roman word for ghost or spill it at the dead.

But she was a wish beside, That's why she was buried at the cross roads.

She would have been burned, of course, and.

Her ashes scattered to the four winds, except that she was a great lady and married to the head of a house of Fennek, whose given name was Hugo.

Hugo is an old boy in his sixties when.

He married her, much to the annoyance of his brother Edgar, imported a lusty, fun loving young French noblewoman, a Louise de Lombald, whose mother was a notorious Madame de Mortespan.

Madame de Mortespan, wasn't sheer a sort.

Of mana borger, yes, Watson.

At any rate, Louise seemed young and gay and exceptionally healthy and active two athletic.

Perhaps her ancient.

Bridegroom, because she insisted he accompanied her when she rode to hounds, when in due course.

Its time, he was found his neck broken.

On the far side of a particularly high wall which his wife, shrieking with lust, had jumped a few moments before.

Even after Hugo's death, Louise rode by day and danced by night, and day or night she continued.

To long death bed taste.

If you ask me.

Quite At first, her brother in law, Edgar, seems to have been firly tolerant of the situation, since he now believed himself lord of the manor.

But one day, three weeks after her husband's death, Louise.

Came to him and informed him that she was going to have a child.

The dead Hugo is cabonair.

She relayed the information with gales of laughter.

Ah poor Edgar jocrist on him.

Oh no, he started rumors about his brother's widow.

The French perfume she used were love pots.

She and twelve companions she brought with her from France that formed a coven cavern.

In the old days, when witchcraft was in far Watson, witches and their familiars banded together in unholy groups of thirteen, which were called coven.

Oh Lastly, Edgar claimed that no mortal had fathered.

The child, that it was the offspring of the devil himself.

In prove of contention, he pointed out cloven hoof prints under Louise's window.

In short, the unfortunate lady was tried the witch, and a English justice, being, shall we say, a slightly biased dimer.

Days, she was sentenced to be hanged by the neck until dead desturne there if you ask me, after which.

He was buried at the cross roads the Roman power, with a stake through her heart, and a great stone over the grave to make.

Sure she didn't return from it.

A lot of primitive.

Nonsense, I wonder, at any rate, during the last fortnight, some person or persons seemed to have moved that stone, and some rather curious not to.

Say, frightening phenomena had occurred.

And the pleasant house at the head of the House of Clannic seems.

To feel the safety of his first ball is threatened, and that this danger should rediscreet to night.

Which is all Hallow's eve.

Yes, here we are, this is our station, And that gentleman waiting over there beside the wagonette with a pair of handsome cobs is undoubtedly slonel the present master of Fenny Hall.

Keep the rug duct over your knees, gentlemen, so long you strive to the halls, and the wind across the moors has turned uncommon coldel I'll Admitster Holmes, I was greatly grieved when I received your telegram saying I.

Can expect you.

Oh, has there been any further disturbances since you posted your lesterdweed?

They had, mister Holmes.

The church bell has told at odd hours.

Last night and the night before.

Furthermore, a young goat was discovered dragged to the foot of the witch's grave, its throat.

All torn and beating.

Of course, it could have been killed by a wolf or some perocious dogs.

But unpleasant occurrences, sole Buck, as you'll say, not necessarily the Superno, that's what I keep.

Telling my wife, and that stupid odness of those.

But I must say, when Old Willie was found to be missing this morning, I really began to worry Old Willing.

He's the gatekeeper.

Mister Holmes lives in a little stone lodge beside the entrance to our property.

He's sended that gay brother fifty years never leaves it night all.

Day except to come up to the hall for the Christmas party and my birthday.

Maybe them a lot of the family got the best in their homes, and he decided to wander off.

He couldn't wander very hard.

Doctor Watson old Willie as a cripple.

He managed to hobble a few feet with the aid of his crutch.

But that's the.

Curious part of the story.

Willie was missing, but.

His crutch was there where he left it every night, propped up.

Against the foot of his bad nie Joe.

Was there anything else missing?

At a clothing, overcoat, shoes, money, provisions of it.

Short nervous to Holmes.

Wherever Willie went, he went in his night shirt, not eating his cab and slippers a guard.

Nothing was missing, nothing at all, as.

A member of one object.

Has disappeared with him.

The old broom with which Willie swept the leaves away from the gates.

Old Nanny, my wife.

Snurse set up a typical Irish wailing when.

She heard about it.

He says, so Willi had ridden off on his adjoint the witch's sabbath tonight.

She always hated him because he.

Makes her get out of the cart and opened against herself when she goes marketing.

Back life, typical house old.

I tried to reason with the ignorant old fool, but she kept moaning and groaning that she's always known.

Willie had elive.

She's managed to fight my.

Poor wife Mary to ascetics.

Oh, my wife is Irish tombster homes.

Her name is Brigitton Begs.

I must say they place more credence in these old wives tales than we do here.

Nanny says, it's the curse of the house of Finney being visited, a bonus of the house of Yes.

It seems a.

Certain lady Fennick born Louise de Lambardo already.

Told me about her hands, of which get at.

The foot of erman Tar.

That's right when it seems that when the henton came to place the noose around her texture, she turned to my well great great something about the grandfather who had the bad judgment to be standing nearby.

She turned to him and.

Lah, that's my dear mother, d girl, a sin whole good dear shall.

I think this is the end of Louise the alarm.

By, But you're so very mistaken.

You do not re live to have myself child as I say, I will not let your self child leave.

No, not a felth child of any of the great Also think.

Louise shall come back from the guy.

She shall come back.

And take them all?

Does she managed to live up to her twitch?

Certainly?

Not all of the oldest children.

Of our house have met an untimely death, but a rather high percentage have been still born, and several have succumbed shortly after birds.

The wind is rising.

We're approaching highs.

How at all, doctor Watson?

The wind is always stronger here.

How gasses the roban rus look in the moonlight.

When we reach the next bend in the road, which will be opposite the witch's grave, I say.

You're as stupid mists down across the road.

Easy easy groups got in the horse.

Seems to frighten them.

Chris, what's there?

There's something white over there on the brack of rain in the horse is a line?

Right, I think our investigation They have been here.

Right?

Come along?

What sty white things crawling along the ground?

Yes, man, he's badly hurt.

What's he doing all in white?

It's a night shirt watching me fight?

Oh, it's all willy, but his face is all black.

So were his hands.

Willy, what's that stuff you've got in your skin?

It's the salve, the flying shave she give me so I could fly here to the high tower.

He we flew here, me and me broomstick, we flew all the way.

He thought.

He's out of his head.

He's delirious.

Yes, he's in a bad way.

Take his pouse watching, Hey, why with him?

Take a swing out of my pocket, hanky shirt.

I'm frozen cold.

It's been cold every since I put.

On the south she says.

God, we was flying so high.

Who was she?

What was her name?

The witch?

Of course?

What did she look like that I couldn't rightly say she would win a bee?

Her face and standing in the moonlight?

They putting in bed.

I've been asleep when she called to me.

Wake up, wake up, willing in the line.

You who be.

Someone who can make you dunce, someone who can make you fly?

You've always wanted to done, haven't you?

Really?

Yeah?

The dawn to night around.

My grains, Dad, take this job of ointment?

Howther yourself well.

With its relates?

How the your old broomstick?

It will make you fly.

I'd like that free like a bird.

I'd like to fly and notb on the ointment.

I'll wait for you.

I side, we'll fly to the tower and dance together around my grain.

I did like she told me, Sir.

I covered my shelf and me boom, and first.

Thing I do, I got lighter and lighter up enough.

I went up in the clo and next day I knew I was here on me heat watching him dange the little people.

He was danshing around in a shirtcut.

But it made me dishy to watch him, so I crept under a bush.

She went to sleep.

Ish morn.

I woke up cold shake.

I magically on.

I couldn't fly that, I couldn't walk.

Old boy, Hello, his pulse it's stopped the ms bandy will he will?

He don't get now, my pretty hats wash.

Yes, he's dead, all right, dead of narcotic poisoning and one of the most despicable tricks I've ever.

Encountered, mister Holmes, what do you mean?

I shall be able to answer that question more accurately, Sir Lionel, after I've had a chance to analyze the ointment.

That smear on the broomstick beside the body, bring it along, Watson, care, don't slid it.

On your clothes.

The moon's rising above the hill.

Oh right, the crossroads.

Look, yes, this is where the witch is buried.

That's a good girl.

All around the heather is trampled down in a large ring.

Great Scott.

That was a dance here last night.

But look at these footprints in the stamp.

Spots, small footprints, all small.

No wonder who is said he saw the little people?

Here we are, gentlemen.

This is feenmy hall.

Yes you Lanna, Rachel, my dear.

I've brought mister Holmes and doctor Watson.

Thank Heaven for best.

It's time we had someone of intelligence to bring order into this hysterical household.

Gentlemen.

This is Rachel Conway, my cousin.

How do you do?

He used to keep house from me before.

My marriage, and she very kindly contented to return while my wife, Brigid was having her baby, and.

A good thing I came back.

Bridget hasn't stepped a foot out of her bed since the.

Child was born.

She won't even try.

Maybe she might if he go away, do you belong?

We'll do nanny?

What's that horrible stinch?

They both moved into the nursery with the baby nanny and bridget She's had her bed brought downstairs.

Arnold.

They've been burning powders and.

Drawing magic circles around the creball afternoon.

So wonder the baby isn't suffocated.

Sure, and something's got to be done to protect the poor little one's soul from the bulls and gosties.

His father won't give him a proper Christian listening, No, he must wait till the bishop gets back from Scotland, so it's up to his own nanny to protect him from the witches.

You seem to be an expert on witchcraft.

Be sure.

I am that the part of Ireland's alive with them, no doubt.

But at the moment I'm more interested in finding out what this stuff is on the handle of his broomstick, and discovering which one of the women in this household has been visiting the witch's grave.

How can you tell that, mister Holmes.

Tomorrow morning, doctor Watson and I will search for room of every woman.

In this house.

Whatever For mister Holmes.

It was a woman who lured Willy to the crossroads last night.

No one can wander over the heat while out collecting evidence of it on his or her clothing might on the shoes, backing on the coat or cloak.

By the way, Sir Lionel, do you suppose I could speak to your wife.

A moment before she goes to sleep that she.

Cannot she's asleep already.

Really, i'd have thought she'd be too concerned over her son's safety.

That does off tonight, the all nights they.

Gave her a sleep and push they put it into her teeth.

It's suffer.

I see you said the nurses down here on this floor.

I believe that's right, doctor, But surely if the child is in danger, it will be best to move him off the ground floor.

What he's in dained from can come through outdoors.

He'll be in daged Jill's christened.

It's when the witches try to spatch him.

It's the soul thereafter, not.

Somebody one more word of that nonsense.

Now should go back to Alan.

Now get back to your mistress.

Where you along?

Sure if it's the town and I'm going, she goes with me and Donday.

Nanny the fool Lionel just got rid of her long ago.

But poor Bridget was so homesick.

I didn't have the heart to take her nurse from her.

Good heavens, what am I thinking of?

Cookies?

Did our suffer for you?

Gentlemen?

On a table in front of the fire and the library.

I'll fetch some hot coffee, thank you, but we have no time to waste on fools the hose.

I'm starved very.

Well, Watson, support you make us some sandwiches while I set up our chemical equipment.

If you could arrange it to Lionel, I should like to have a use of a room not too far from the nursery.

And certainly, mister Holmes, you may take over the gun room.

It's direct the opposite.

Good, and if you smell any further curious odors, don't be alarmed.

I imagine we may be able to give Nanni's powders and portions a run for their money.

Now, Watson, let's see what we discovered in this confounded salve.

Hogs backed water, hemlock, aconite, blood probably from a rat or bath.

I can't determine that without a more powerful microscope.

Saint foil, deadly nightshade, and.

Soot, fine collection of poisonous ingredients, say homes.

The interesting thing, Watson, is that they're all well known ancient poisons, the aconite and deadly nightshade or Belladonna being particularly potent.

Why Belladonnas of violent delirium?

The poor wonderpool WILLI thought he was flying, y S.

Watson.

The salve that was used to anoin Willy in his broomstick was undoubtedly a medieval witch's formula for flying ointment.

You don't believe in things like that, homes No, Watson.

I don't think Willy actually flew from here to the Roman tower, but he's undoubtedly at the impression that he'd done so.

He was probably transported in a cart or carriage.

The right should have a want of poison Willy, take him across the moors and leave him to die.

I don't think the intent was to harm him as much as it was to frighten him.

Unfortunate.

Whoever took into the witch's grave was frightened off when they.

Found they went alone, When they found they went alone, exactly, the little people were more than they bargained for.

Homes Vial at odd times when he wanted someone over the door upstairs turn up for them, I didn't hear anything.

Yes, someone's coming along the upper hallway.

I remark about searching the rooms tomorrow might beat to something.

If any of the women in this household have anything to hide, you may depend on it.

Hide.

You've heard of it.

Tonight.

Someone's coming down the stairs, yes, stretching by a step.

It's a woman he's seeing for the library.

Stay here once I am the nursery door, and were to follow her.

I wouldn't throw those tapers in the fireplace this conway, mister.

Hens, If you'll.

Allow me to take one look at them, I'd rather die very well.

Suppose I tell you what Those envelopes contain some early photographs of Sir Lionel and letters from him.

But they're not love letters.

You must believe me they're not.

I do believe it, Miss Rachel.

You were and still are in love with him.

The affection has never been returned.

Is that right, yes, mister Helns.

But Lidell doesn't know how I feel.

He doesn't know I've kept his letters.

Please please don't tell him.

It would it would kill me if he found out I've kept menty secrets in my time, Miss Rachel.

I believe there's room for one more.

Mister Holmes.

I don't know how to thank you.

Don't cry and the goodness sake, go out of the kitchen and make yourself a cup of tea.

Make some for Watson too.

I will, mister Helmes, Oh, I will, Holmes, Holmes, come.

Quickly the old nurse to cart to the nurse.

Ray.

She's gone upstairs.

Hung yourself once, ap'll ketch her on the way back.

Yes, I wonder what you'll bring with her?

Strange old houses, Greek night what it wasn't.

Yes, she's coming back.

She's reached the head of the stairs.

Now she stopped to step down.

So that's our little kay.

Is it very interesting?

Very yes?

Here she comes down over the way.

Stay a match?

Wats now?

Then?

Nanny?

What that you've got in your hands?

About twine and a pair of shoes?

I wy not the lady's shoes.

It is forgot to shine em.

So you did, marry aren't thee let me see them?

You'll go to the devil.

Well, I'll be yes, Watson.

As I suspected, Lady Fennick wasn't as bedridden as she wanted people to believe.

Sometime during the last twenty four hours she's been out on the boors.

That red clay on her boots is rather prevalent of.

The foot of High Tower Hill.

You mean she's been.

Pretending to be the ghost.

Hose's midnight, the witching.

Hour, Ahl today save.

Kenny reading I'm coming.

No, No, who was a pen steady up there?

Come downstairs, lionl look you value you're a christy mister home.

What's happening on?

Like the left?

What's that's better?

Now?

Said I?

If you'll investigate the second step from the top.

Good law.

A piece of twine stretched across the stairs.

Yes, a trip rope.

You were supposed to fall downstairs and break it neck.

No, No, she didn't mean any harm, nor he only wanted to threaten you.

So you let the priest christen the baby.

I mean that's the reason she gave you.

Lady Fennick's wanting Heaven's name has been going on here, tolding.

I'm so frightened to Nanny tell me about the curse and the witch is stern being moved.

I didn't want anything.

To happen to the baby.

I didn't know Willie would die.

I only thought she wanted to get heaven with him.

And youn't mean any harm.

I didn't Wow, I'll say that was a spine chiller, doctor Watson.

Falloween, jun't you think but look now.

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Oh, doctor Watson, I was about to ask you why did old man want to stir up so much trouble?

Oh?

She hated the Moors, mister Harris, she hated really, and she hated some lionel.

She was a thoroughly warped personality whom suspected her immediaty.

Of course, when he smelled the hocus pocus powder.

She'd been burning in the netroom.

He knew she mess have made the flying weightments that was res possible for will is dead.

Well, now, doctor, what about the gravestone ringing church and the little people.

It plays Halloween?

Franks, mister Harris, you mean children right?

Whose relies that when he saw the size of the footprints on high tow heat.

Well, I'm blessed, I hope, so I'm sure.

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