It is absolutely essential to me that I should have fifty.

Thousand pounds at once.

If I were able, I should be happy to advance it without further parley from my own private person, who have doubtless heard of the Beryl coronet, one of the most precious public possessions of the empire.

Precisely and here it is the Beryl coronet.

There are thirty nine enormous Beryls, and the price of the gold chasing is inculculable.

I am prepared to leave it with you.

Was my security.

Even to my friend Sherlock Holmes.

Fifty thousand pounds was high stakes to play for.

My name is Watson, doctor Watson, and I was privileged to share the adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

I will tell you about the case of the Beryl Coronet.

My friend Holmes was only called in when the affair was already alarmingly developed.

As you will see.

Robbins speaking funds to restore a credit balance to your account.

I remain your obedient servant, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

And now, miss Parker, is that all very well?

Please attend to those letters at once.

That will be all.

Excuse me, say yes, Roberts, what is it a gentleman wishes to see you, sir by appointment?

Well, then I'm afraid that is his God now rarely Roberts, who know very well that I this is his card.

Why well then then show him in it once immediately Roberts.

Yeah, what.

If you would kindly stiff this way, your your and mister holding any very good rabbits, Thank you, your your grace.

May I be allowed to say how deeply honored we are to not at all?

I must apologize for the abruptness of this call about an appointment.

Pray say no more, sir.

Will your grace be seated?

Thank you?

With your permission, sir, I will state my business.

It is absolutely essential to me that I shall have fifty thousand pounds at.

Once for how long?

May I ask, your Grace?

Do you want this sum?

Next Monday?

I have a large sum due to me.

I shall then repay what you advance together with any interest.

But it is essential to me that the money should be paid at once.

If I were able, I should be happy to advance it without further parley from my own private purse.

On the other hand, if I am to do it in the name of the firm.

Then, in justice to my partner, I must respectfully insist.

That, even in your case, every business like precaution should be taken.

I should much prefer to have it so, mister holder, you have doubtless heard of the Beryl coronet, one of the most precious public possessions of the Empire.

Precisely and here it.

Is the Beryl coronet.

There are thirty nine enormous Beryls, and the price of the gold chasing is incalculable.

The lowest estimates would put the worth of the coronet at double the sum.

I have asked.

I am prepared to leave it with you as my security.

Well, really your case.

I don't doubt its value, not at all.

I only doubt the propriety of my leaving it.

Hugh, may set your mind address about that, I should not dream of doing so.

Was it not absolutely certain that I should be able to reclaim.

It in four days?

Now?

Sir?

Is the security sufficient?

Amful?

You understand that I am giving.

You a strong proof of the confidence which I have formed upon.

All that I have heard of you.

I rely upon you not only to be discreet and to refrain from all gossip, but above all, to preserve the coronet with every possible precaution.

Of course, I need not say that the great public scandal would be caused if.

Any harm were to perform it.

Your grace may rest completely assured.

And now permit me to call my cashier and arrange for fifty thousand pounds in.

Notes to be paid at once.

That will be all for tonight, Lucy.

You may go to bed now.

But what I can't understand for is why you should have brought the coronet home with you.

Surely the bank would have been the safest place banker's safes have been forced before.

Now do you let us see the coronet?

Uncle?

Ellith?

No, Mary, not even for you, my dear, oh uncle, please?

Well, perhaps just a peak on Monday when I take it with me for the last time.

I hope to good as the house won't be burgled before then, that's all.

Where have you put it in my dressing room in the bureau under lock and key?

Oh no, don't you remember when I was a youngster ies to open that bureau with a key of the box.

From the cupboard.

Then I hope you can keep a secret for a day or two.

Oh harm me?

I I'm quite tired to night.

I I think I shall be off to my bed.

I too, good night uncle, dear, good night after you turning in?

Yes soon good I marry good night father.

Yes, Arthur, could I have a word?

Well?

What is it?

Look here?

Dad?

Can you let me have two hundred pounds?

Two hundred will?

You've been very generous in money matters, far too generous?

Well can you once more?

No?

I can't, but I must have it or I'll never be able to show my face inside the club again.

And a very good thing to you.

Yes, I know what you feel, but you wouldn't have me leave it as as honored man.

I've warned you I don't know how many times not to squander your money on cards in the turf.

You know I've tried.

You run into dangerous company with men like Burnwill and those.

Their habits are expensive, but their purses are long.

They can stand it, but you can't.

You've never liked Sir George.

She's been a true friend to me.

Well we differ there.

As for the rest.

I'll break with them, I promise I will, But Burnwell will draw you back.

No, Arthur, this is the third amount this month to remember it'll means asgrace.

I must have that money.

Father, then you must find it as best you can.

Not another farthing from me.

And now good night?

Why Mary taking the night here?

Child?

No, uncle, I just thought i'd see to the windows myself to night, extra precautions.

You know how thoughtful, my dear.

You've saved me a task.

Tell me, uncle, did you give Lucy leave to go out to night?

Certainly not?

Well?

She came in just now by the back door.

Perhaps she's only been to the side gate to see someone.

Still, I think it should be stopped.

It's hardly safe.

Quite right.

You must speak in the morning.

Now are you sure everything is fastened?

Fight your uncle?

Then good night, my dear, good night.

Ah there who is this?

Who?

Ah?

What are you doing with that corns?

Father?

So you've come to this?

No?

No, give it me here?

Oh no it's broken.

Listen, Father told me this instant where this missing corner is and the three barrels from it.

Can't be any missing there are and you know it because you've stolen them.

Stolen, yes, you thief?

Must I call you a liar as well?

When I caught you now you were trying to wrench off another piece, visit the last draw.

You've called me names enough.

I shall leave your house in the morning and make my own way in the world.

After this, you shall leave it in the hands of the police.

Well you choose to call the police, Let them find what they can.

You shill learn nothing from me, Arthur, I, well, you may as well face the matter.

It's not only my honor, but that of someone far more important than I that.

Is at stake.

Yet I suppose it might still be a bretied Arthur, tell me at once where those beryls are.

Kill me, and then we'll all shall be forgiven and forgotten.

And keep your forgiveness for those who ask for it.

You shall learn nothing from me, nothing.

And so I called an inspector and gave him into custody, mister Holmes.

A search was made at once of his person and his room, and of every portion of the house where he could have concealed the gems.

No place could be found of them, mister Holmes, Doctor Watson, what am I to do?

Do?

You receive much company?

Will none save my partner with his family and an occasional friend of Arthur's.

That I could well do without, Sir George Burnwell, for instance, Ah, do you go out much in society, Arthur?

Does my niece Mary and I stay at home?

We neither of us care about it.

That is unusual in the younger.

She's of a very quiet nature.

This matter has been a great shock to her, also terrible.

She heard the noise of my shouting at Arthur and rushed into the room.

She must have read the whole torry in his face, and on seeing the coronet, she screamed, I do believe she's more affected than I am.

You have neither of you any doubt, as dear Sanskill, how.

Can we have?

When I saw him with my own eyes, with the coronet in his hands.

So was the remainder of the coronets at all entered?

Well?

Yes it was twisted.

What did the police say the disappearance of those gens.

They're still sounding the planking and probing the furniture in the hope of finding them, and they thought.

Of looking outside the house.

Yes, yes, they've shown extraordinary energy.

Very well, then it is our task to find the gents at once.

Mister Holmes.

You may go to any expense you think necessary.

I think first we'll set off for your home, and to put an owt glancing a little more closely into the details.

Oh, together with my dear friend, doctor Watson.

Here, of course you will come, Mutson, bow me splendid.

Then come along, gentlemen.

The cabs go slowly through this snow, so I think we'll take the underground.

Ah.

This is my dear niece Mary, Mary.

I brought a gentleman down from London to inquire more deeply into this dreadful business.

This gentleman.

Oh, no, no, no, his friend, this is Dr Watson.

My Mary is the sunbeam in my house, doctor Watson.

She's lived with us since my brother died, and I don't mind saying she's become my right hand.

Don't listen to his flattery.

But where is this other gentleman, mister Sherlock Holmes?

He wishes to leave him alone.

I think he's round in the stable lane.

Miss stable Lane?

What can he hope to find there?

Ah?

Here he comes, and my niece Mary.

Mister Holmes, how do you do, miss holder?

I'd asked your question or two?

Why?

Yes, if it may help to clear this horrible affair up.

You heard nothing yourself last night.

Nothing until my uncle began to speak loudly.

I heard that, and I came down.

I understand you shut up the windows and door the night before.

Did you fasten all the windows?

Yes?

Were they all fastened this morning?

Yes?

Now that's your maid, Lucisitar, the second waiting maid.

She's only been in my service a few months.

She came with an excellent character, though, and she's always given me satisfaction.

The only drawback is yes, well, she's a very pretty girl, and her admirers occasionally.

Hang about the place.

I believe, miss Holder, that you remarked to your uncle last night that she had been out to see someone.

Yes, her sweetheart.

I suppose she.

Came into the drawing room while my uncle was telling us about to coronet.

He stopped speaking till she'd gone.

Of course, that she might not have closed the door after her.

You infelt that she may have overheard something, that later she went out and telled her sweet out about.

It, and that the tool may have planned the robbery.

What's the good of all these vague theories I've told you.

I saw Arthur with the coronet in his hand.

I wait, a little, mister Holder, We must come back to the Missholder about this girl.

You saw her return by the kitchen door, I presume yes.

When I went to see if the door was fastened for the night, I met her slipping in.

I saw the man too in the gloom.

Do you know him?

Oh?

Yes, he's the greengrocer who brings our vegetables round.

His name is Francis Prosper.

He stood to the left of the door, that is to say, father, up the path and is necessary to reach the door?

Why, yes he did.

And he's a man with a wooden leg.

Why, mister Holmes, you were like a magician.

How do you know that?

I should be very glad now to look upstairs.

I shall probably wish to over the outside of the house again, very well, but perhaps i'd better take a look at the lower windows before I got where's my lens?

There's my disk room, and there is the bureau which key was used to open it?

The one my son had mentioned.

The key of the box room covered.

Have you got it with him?

Yes?

Here it is, Oh, thank you, And then it's a niceness block.

It's no wonder that it didn't wake you.

And this case, I presume contains the coronet, the burial colinet itself.

So exquisite.

I see.

Now, mister Held, here is the corner which corresponds to that which has been so unfortunately last.

Might I date that you will break it off?

I shouldn't dream of trying.

Oh then I will, mister Holmes.

I beg you, Lester Holmes, ha, I doesn't give a little, But now I am exceptionally strong in the fingers.

It will take me all my all my time to break it.

An ordinar man couldn't do it.

Now.

What do you think would happen if I did break it, mister Holder?

Well really I can't.

There will be a noise like a pistol.

Sut do you tell me that all this happened within a few yards of your baden, that you heard nothing of it?

I don't know what to think.

It's it's all dark to me.

Perhaps it may grow lighter as we go on.

What do you think, miss Holder?

I confess, mister Holmes, that I still share my uncle stuplexity.

I think you told me, my Chambers, just to hold us that your son had no shoes or slippers.

On Menusa, he had nothing on save only his trousers and shirt.

Thank you.

I can serve you best now by.

Returning to my rooms too Baker Street.

But but the gems, mister Holmes, where are they?

I shall not tell, and I shall never see them again?

I know, and my son, my opinion is in no way all to then, for Heaven's sake, tell me what was this dark business which was acted in my house last night?

If you can call on me at my Baker Street rooms tomorrow morning between nine and ten, I shall.

Be happy to do what I can to make it.

Kiara, I understand that you give me cart gloss to act for you, For if I did only that I get back the gems, and that you place no limit on the sun I may draw, I.

Would give my fortune to have them back.

Very good.

I shall look into the matter between this and then.

Oh, it's just possible that I may have to come over here again this evening.

Good by, that's my soul back, And you'll excuse my beginning without you.

Watson, that you remember that our client his mother an earlier points here this morning as well.

Perhaps why you finish your coffee, you'll favor me with some explanation or extraordinary activities last evening after we returned from home.

How you getting on anyway?

Oh?

Star.

It's out the homes I despair.

You will dress yourself up as the common lift, refuse to tell me where you're going, or to take me with you.

You'll come back a few hours later with an old pair of foods in your hand, drink a cup of tea change at your ordinary clothes, and off you go again.

And all you say is, don't wait up for me, my dear.

What I might be late, I do wait for it last at midnight before I give it over.

Then down I come next morning.

And here you are, with a cup of coffee in one hand, and the paper and the other, as fresh.

As trimble as can be, and ready for our time.

Wait after nine already as from this crisises for he.

Oh, come in, sir.

I don't know what I've done to be so severely tired.

Louse it.

Thank you.

My niece Mary has deserted me, deserted you.

Her bed this morning had not been slept in her.

I had said to her last night, in sorrow, not in anger, that if she had married my boy, as had always been my wish, and his all might have been well with him.

Perhaps that was thoughtless of me.

A note lay for me upon.

The hall table.

Is that it in your him?

Yes, yes, this is it.

Oh, pray read it, my dearest uncle.

I feel that I have brought this trouble upon you, and that if I had acted differently, this terrible misfortune might have never occurred.

I do not worry about my future, for that is provided for, and above all, do not search for me, for it will be fruitless labor and an ill service to me.

What could she mean, mister Holmes, It points to to suicide.

Nothing of the kind.

Let us return to the scene of your son's crime for a moment.

You remarked that the coronet which he held in his hands was somewhat injured twisted.

Did it not occur to you to think that he might have been trying to straighten it?

You suppose that your son came down from his bed, went at great risk to your dressing room, opened your bureau, took out the coronet, broke off by main force a small portion of it, went off to some other place, and concealed three gems out of the thirty nine, with such skill that no one could find them, and then returned to the dressing room to expose himself to the greatest danger of being discovered.

I ask you now, is such a very terrible but what other is there?

It has been my task to find that out.

Mister Holder, you owe a very humble apology to your son.

Then it was not Harther who took the barels.

No well, fin Heaven's sake, tell me what you know of this extraortumy.

I will do so step by step, but rest assured about your son.

I had an interview with him this morning.

He would not tell me the story, so I told it to him.

He had to confess that I was right, and he added the few details I did not know.

Let me say to you first, was it his hardest for me to say and for you to hear.

There has been an understanding between your niece Mary and Sir George Burnwell.

They have fled together Mary.

Impossible, It is, unfortunately more than possible.

It is certain George Burnwell.

Is one of the most dangerous men in England, A ruined gambler, a desperate villain, a man without heart or conscience.

Your niece knows nothing of such men.

When he breathed his vows to her, as he had to one hundred before her, she thought that she alone had touched his.

Heart, but they will only know what he said.

But at last she became his tool.

I cannot, I will not believe it.

Your niece was in the habit of seeing Bernwell nearly every evening.

The other night, when you thought she had gone to our room, she talked to and through the window which leads into the stable lane.

She told him of the coronet.

She had scarcely time to hear his instructions.

When she saw you coming, she closed the window and told you about the maid's escapade with her wooden legged sweetheart, which was all perfectly true.

She's all incredible to me.

Doctor, Wat's what you say?

A ball at Holmes continued, mister Holder, thank you what.

Arthur slept badly after his interview with you in the night, He heard sounds, looked out of his door, and was astonished to see his cousin emerge, stillthilly, from your dressing room carrying the coronet.

She went straight downstairs, entered the window.

He was horrified to see her, passed the coronet out to some one waiting there, and then hurried back to her room.

Is it possible?

Only then did he realize what was afoot He rushed down in his bare feet opened the window, sprang out into the snow and ran down the lane.

He caught up with a dark figure ahead.

It was Burnber.

They struggled that the coronet between them.

Suddenly something snapped.

Your son, finding a coronet in his hands, rushed back to the house.

He ascended to your room and had just observed that the coronet had been twisted and was trying to straighten it when you appeared.

But he would explain nothing.

You roused his anchor by calling him names at a moment when he felt he deserved your warmest thanks.

Also, he loved Mary more, perhaps than you realized.

He could not explain the true state of affairs without betraying her.

On the spur of the moment, he decided to preserve her.

Secret, and that was why she shrieked when she saw the coronet.

What a blind fool I've been.

But Holmes, how could you know these things before my son's confession.

When I arrived at.

Your house, I knew that no snow had fallen since the night before, and also that there had been a strong thrust to preserve impressions.

In the stable.

Lane, I found a very long and complex story written in the snow.

In front of me, there was a double line of tracks of a booted man.

I thought, to my delight that a second double line belonged to a man with naked feet.

Obviously your son.

The first had walked both ways, for the other had run swiftly.

His tread was marked in places over the depressions of the boot, so it is obvious that he'd passed after the other.

I followed them there, confound that they led to the hall window.

With all that you had told me, I was beginning to form an opinion as to what had occurred.

Remarkable, Yet, how could you know who the man was and who it was who had brought him the coronet?

Ah, It's an old maxim of mine that when.

You have excluded the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable.

Must be the truth.

Now I knew that it was not you who had brought the coronet down, so that only remained your niece and the maids.

Yes, but if it were the maids, why should your son keep silent afterwards?

There was excellent reason, though, for him to keep his cousin's secret, because of the disgrace it grew brought to your name.

When I remembered that you had seen her that window, and that she had cried out on.

Seeing the colnet.

Later, my conjecture became a certain then her confederate a lover, evidently, for who else could outweigh the love and gratitude she must feel to you.

I knew that your circle of friends was very limited, but among them was Sir George Burnwell.

I knew of his reputation with women.

And even though he knew that Arthur had discovered him, he could still feel safe.

The lad could not.

Say a word against him without compromising his own family.

So what did you do next?

I went, in the guise of a loafer to Bernwell's house.

I managed to pick an acquaintance with his valet, and at the.

Expense of six shillings.

I made all sure by buying a pair of his master's cast off shoes.

With these, I returned to your house and saw that they exacted it at the size of the tracks.

Yes, yes, I saw an old dressed bagabond loitering in the lane yesterday.

Now it was I.

Then I came home and changed my clothes.

It was a delicate part which I had to play.

There a prosecution had to be avoided to avert scandal.

And I knew that so as tutor villain as Burnwell would see that my hands were tied in the matter.

I went and saw it.

At first he denied everything, but then I gave in every particular and he became more reasonable.

I told him that we would give him a price for the stones he held, a thousand pounds apiece.

Oh, by the way, mister Holder.

You would not think that an excessive sum I would pay ten That would be unnecessary.

Three thousand will cover the matter.

Oh listen, there's a little matter of one thousand pounds of war that I believe you mentioned.

Had better make it four thousand pounds.

Have you your checkbook?

What's in the plain?

If you please ere, mister Holder, is your missing piece of the Betyl Gardon.

I'm saved.

I'm saved after all, mister Holmes, your skill has exceeded all that I have.

Ever heard of it.

You saved England from a great public scandal this day.

As for myself, I don't know howdy say no more, my dear it Watson, if you please just to hold a waiting place baby.

The case of the pedrol coronet was one of the Shearlock Holmes Stories by Sir Athur Conan Doyle.

My real name is Norman Shelley.

My friend Carlton Hobbes played Sherlock Holmes and I was Doctor Wats.

Michael Hardwick wrote

The script for this VBC production from London, and of course I look forward to the pleasure of your company again soon for more of the adventures of Sherlock Holmes Station