Narration Voice-overs: The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
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Young Adult (18-35)Transcript
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He flicked the horses with his whip, and we dashed away through the endless succession of samba and deserted streets, which widened gradually until we were flying across a broad balance treated bridge, with the murky river flowing sluggishly beneath us. Beyond lay another dull wilderness of bricks and mortar. It's silence, broken only by the heavy regular footfall of the policeman or the songs and shouts of some belated party of rive ellas. A dull wreck was drifting slowly across the sky, and a star or to twinkle dimly here and there through the reefs of the clouds. Homes drove in silence, with his hate sunk upon his breast, and the air of a man who is lost in thought. While I sat beside him, curious to learn what this new quest might be, which seemed to text his powers so solly, and yet afraid to break in upon the current of his thoughts. We had driven several miles, and we're beginning to get to the fringe of the belt of sub urban villas, where he shook himself, shrugged his shoulders, and lit up his pipe with the air of a man who has satisfied himself that he is acting for the best. You have a grand gift of silence, Watson! Said he. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion! Upon my word, it is a great thing for me to have someone to talk to, for my own thoughts are not over pleasant. I was wondering what I should say to this dear little woman tonight, when she meets me at the door. You forget that I know nothing about it. I shall just have time to tell you the facts of the keys before we get to leave. It seems absurdly simple, and yet somehow I can get nothing to go about upon. There's plenty of threat, no doubt. But I can get the end of it into my hand now I'll state the case clearly and concisely to you, Watson, and maybe you can see a spark. We're always stuck to me, proceed. Then, some years ago, To be definite in Maine 1818 4, that came to lead a gentleman, neville ST Clair by meaning who appeared to have plenty of money. He took a large villa, laid out the grounds very nicely, and lived generally in good style By degrees. He made friends in the neighborhood, and in 1887 he married the daughter of a local brewer, by whom he now has two Children. He had no occupation, but was interested in several companies, and went into town. As a rule, in the morning Returning by the 4 14 from Cannon Street every night. Mr. Sinclair is now 37 years of each is a man of temperate habits. A good husband, a very affectionate father, and a man who is popular with all who know him. I may add that his whole depth at the present moment, as far as we have been able to a certain amount of 88, 10 lb, while he has £220 standing to his credit in the capital and counties bank. There is no reason therefore to think that money troubles have been waving upon his mind. Last monday, Mr neville ST Clair went into town rather earlier than usual, remarking before he started that he had two important commissions to perform, and that he would bring his little boy home a box of bricks. Now, by the merest chance, his wife received a telegram upon this same monday very shortly after his departure, to the effect that a small puzzle of considerable value which she had been expecting was waiting for her at the offices of the Evidence Shipping Company. Now, if you are well up in your London you will know that the office of the Company is in Fresno Street which branches out of upper swan Dreamland. Where you found me tonight? Mrs Sinclair had her lunch started for the city, did some shopping, proceeded to the Company's office, got her Beckett, and found herself at exactly 4 35 walking through a swan Dreamland on her way back to the station. Have you followed me so far? It is very clear if you remember, monday was an exceedingly hot day. And Mrs Sinclair walked slowly, glancing about in the hope of seeing a cat, as she did not like the neighborhood within which she found herself. While she was walking in this way down sworn them land. She suddenly heard an ejaculation or cry and was struck cold to see her husband looking down at her and as it seemed to her beckoning to her from a second floor window, the window was open and she distinctly saw his face, which she describes as being terribly agitated. He waved his hands frantically to her and then vanished from the window so suddenly that it seemed to her that he had been plucked back by some irresistible force from behind, one singular point which struck a quick feminine. I was that, although he was some dark coat such as he had started to town in, he had on neither color nor necktie.
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