Speaker 1: Hmm, But to me again at the beginning, and let
Speaker 1: me see.
Speaker 2: It was a murky midsummer day in the late nineties
Speaker 2: when Holmes came into breakfast. You found a large envelope
Speaker 2: addressed in a scrawling, rather flamboyant hand, and with a
Speaker 2: decidedly grandiose purple seal appixed to the back flap. Worrying Watson,
Speaker 2: per Holmes.
Speaker 1: I thought you were never going to get up.
Speaker 2: I see there's a tremendously important looking letter waiting for you.
Speaker 3: Really a communication from a court chamberlain, I presume telling
Speaker 3: me I'm to be knighted.
Speaker 1: Oh, don't be an ass.
Speaker 3: And what's so asinine about that? What did I do
Speaker 3: with my tobacco? Plenty of pumpous non entities. Without one
Speaker 3: tenth my brains have managed to get themselves on the
Speaker 3: honors list. Con found that tobacco pouch? Where is it?
Speaker 2: I'll never manage your tobacco pouch. Here, have a cigar
Speaker 2: and sit down and open your mail.
Speaker 3: Oh, thank you, Watson. Yes, your practice must be improving
Speaker 3: your cigars of becoming quite respectable, yes, quite respectable.
Speaker 2: Homes your old fraud. I don't think for one minute
Speaker 2: you mislaid your tobacco patch. There it is in the
Speaker 2: pocket of your dressing gown.
Speaker 3: Well, so it is now fancy.
Speaker 2: That as you are just trying to wrangle one of
Speaker 2: man youw cigars.
Speaker 1: I see how emblazed? Did you know?
Speaker 2: I've been given a box of Corona coronas.
Speaker 3: My dear Wat's in the Morning Times lists the birth
Speaker 3: of another son to mister Harridge, the hair tonic millionaire,
Speaker 3: and to missus harriage too. Of course he always gives
Speaker 3: you Corona coronas on these occasions.
Speaker 2: Homes, Will you stop blithering and open that letter?
Speaker 3: Dear, dear impatient this morning, aren't we, Yes, Watson, you're
Speaker 3: as anxious and high strung as any prospective father when
Speaker 3: you think you see a new case in the office, Homes,
Speaker 3: Will you please, very well, very well? Ah, what have
Speaker 3: we heard?
Speaker 1: The person?
Speaker 2: Mark says Mort's Bay that's in North Devin. If I'm
Speaker 2: not mistaken, No, for once you're correct, I believe Mortalake
Speaker 2: Castle overlooks Mort's Bay.
Speaker 3: Correct again, your average is rising, Watson.
Speaker 2: Will and the letter must be from Lord Roger Mortlake,
Speaker 2: the seventh baron Embers. Only the man who's head of
Speaker 2: the family would have such a dashing handwriting and would
Speaker 2: see the letters with the family.
Speaker 3: Cress back to normal, Watson, what do you mean in
Speaker 3: the first place, it's not the Mortlake Seal, so much
Speaker 3: newer cress, the one invented by the late Samuel Pridgett,
Speaker 3: first baron Waterhole, the ginger peer Tycoon. Furthermore, the letter
Speaker 3: was written by a woman his widow to be exact,
Speaker 3: so you're wrong on both counts. However, it was sent
Speaker 3: from Mortlake Castle, where it seems lady Pridgett is visiting.
Speaker 1: Well, what does the old girl want us.
Speaker 3: Watson, or more specifically me, You may come along if
Speaker 3: you can manage to tear yourself away from the herriages
Speaker 3: and their progeny?
Speaker 1: What's up at more Castle? Mortlake?
Speaker 4: Here?
Speaker 2: Read the letter for yourself, Dear mister Sherlock Holmes. I'm
Speaker 2: not easily intimidated. However, when I find a note pinned
Speaker 2: to my pillow which reads beware if you proceed with
Speaker 2: the marriage, the chandelier will rip blood in such an event,
Speaker 2: mister Holmes idea me it wise to seek counsel and
Speaker 2: possibly protection. Will you come to Mortlake as my guest
Speaker 2: incognitove of course, I shall introduce you as my cousin
Speaker 2: Sherwood Jones. I suggest to arrive at Barnstable by the
Speaker 2: three ten on Thursday. I myself shall meet you. The
Speaker 2: walls of this old mausoleum called Mortlake Castle have many ears,
Speaker 2: it seems. However, the drive to the castle is a
Speaker 2: long one. I shall be able to give you all
Speaker 2: the details of a thoroughly sinister situation in the privacy
Speaker 2: of the carriage. Furthermore, the family coachman is quite deaf.
Speaker 2: Do come and relieve the anxiety of a troubled woman
Speaker 2: yours in desperation, Amelia, Lady pridgitt ps. I understand you
Speaker 2: have a medical secretary or helper by all means, fetch
Speaker 2: him along. He can be my husband's cousin, Dr Botsam,
Speaker 2: or I refuse to be called Botsom.
Speaker 3: Very well, then stay and minister to the herriages personally.
Speaker 3: I shall go and pack.
Speaker 2: Yes, we haven't soo much time if we're to catch
Speaker 2: today's train, I see Holmes. If for if there's a
Speaker 2: wedding house party of Mortlake Castle, should be all rather party?
Speaker 1: Shall we take white tie or black?
Speaker 3: Do you think you may take your entire true soul?
Speaker 3: My dear Watson. Personally, I shall be content with a
Speaker 3: rather complete chemical kit and your army revolver.
Speaker 2: I see these old family carriages are quite comfortable in
Speaker 2: roomy homes.
Speaker 4: We shall be lucky if this ancient omnibus doesn't fall
Speaker 4: apart before we return to Castle Morty.
Speaker 3: Yes, I gather, Lady Pridgett, that it's been in the
Speaker 3: family for some.
Speaker 4: Time has indeed, mister Holmes, it's the famous old Berlin
Speaker 4: in which Roger's Greek Greek. Well. I can't remember how
Speaker 4: many greats grandfather made his famous Grand Tour of Europe
Speaker 4: take in three years. I believe people went as far
Speaker 4: as Saint Petersburg. That's where the trouble began.
Speaker 1: What double, Lady Pridgett.
Speaker 4: When the young fool met a princess all Off and
Speaker 4: fell head over heels in love with her. Seems she
Speaker 4: was a favorite god child of Catherine. The Great Lord
Speaker 4: Mortlake managed to marry her, and they returned to England
Speaker 4: with an enormous Russian wolfhound and that cursed silver chandelier
Speaker 4: in this very carriage.
Speaker 3: This chandelier, I take it, Lady Bridgett, is the same
Speaker 3: one which is now supposed to drip blood whenever there's
Speaker 3: to be a catastrophe at the Martlic family.
Speaker 4: That's right, mister Holmes.
Speaker 3: When is this colorful phenomenon supposed to have occurred?
Speaker 4: It all began with the death of the Russian princess herself.
Speaker 4: She had a bit of a temperate seems. No one
Speaker 4: could polish her silver chandelier to suit her. She had
Speaker 4: the habit of hitting anyone who didn't please her with
Speaker 4: a nasty little riding whip. One morning, there was a
Speaker 4: new red headed girl up on a ladder, working away
Speaker 4: at the silver chandelier. When her ladyship swept into the
Speaker 4: banquet hall, one look and the Russian burst into her
Speaker 4: usual torrent of rage. She hit the redhead across the face.
Speaker 4: Now it so happened. The girl was Irish, and if
Speaker 4: there's a stronger temperament in this world than the Russian,
Speaker 4: sure it's the Irish. You are there, well, Bridget or
Speaker 4: Nora or whatever her name was, snatched the little whip
Speaker 4: from her mistress's hand, and then, looking her straight in
Speaker 4: the eye, she laid on her the terrible, strangless curse
Speaker 4: of Donegal. Then she strode from the room and slammed
Speaker 4: the great door after her.
Speaker 1: Good for her.
Speaker 4: The Russian could be heard screaming that she'd polish the
Speaker 4: chandelier herself. They heard her both the door. All afternoon.
Speaker 4: She could be heard laughing and singing wild Cossack songs.
Speaker 4: As evening came on, the singing ceased. The Russian princess
Speaker 4: didn't appear at the supper table, but no one dared
Speaker 4: go fetch her. As the evening wore on, her wolfhound
Speaker 4: began to whimper outside the locked door. Shortly before midnight,
Speaker 4: he started to howl. Finally, Lord Mortlake could stand it
Speaker 4: no longer.
Speaker 5: It's midnight, She sulked, long enough, I'm going enoughter her
Speaker 5: boris down, boy, Sonya, Sonya, let us in, Sonya on
Speaker 5: both the.
Speaker 3: Door, Sonia found the woman. We shall have to break
Speaker 3: in the door, boris top.
Speaker 6: That doors heavy. We need a battering ram. Bring that
Speaker 6: long bench.
Speaker 3: That's it. Let you do the drink now, then one, two, three,
Speaker 3: that's done it.
Speaker 6: Good Lord, it's black in there, Sonia, come out, Sonya,
Speaker 6: do you hear me?
Speaker 7: Someone give me the torch, Boris. What's the matter. The
Speaker 7: animals trembling like a leaf. Bring me the torch. That's better,
Speaker 7: then we'll see the ladder is lying on the floor.
Speaker 7: Good Lord, she's.
Speaker 3: Hanging from the chandelier.
Speaker 4: She's strangle pone on her. Well, that was the end
Speaker 4: of the Russian Princess, mister Holmes. Of course, she had
Speaker 4: thoughtfully provided the Mortlegs with an air before her fatal accident.
Speaker 3: Consequently, there is a streak of violent Russian blood in
Speaker 3: the present inhabitants of fortleke Castle.
Speaker 4: I take it right, mister Holmes, and whenever there's to
Speaker 4: be a death in the family, that blood is supposed
Speaker 4: to flow from the Russian chandelier. Personally, after Roger and
Speaker 4: I are married, I shall insist he get rid of
Speaker 4: the ugly I saw, yes, and I shall see he
Speaker 4: buys a new carriage too. He pretends the family still
Speaker 4: uses this ancient relic for sentimental reasons, but everyone knows
Speaker 4: it's because he can't afford a new one. Well you
Speaker 4: look shocked, Dr Watson.
Speaker 1: No, no, no, no, not at all.
Speaker 4: To be brutally frank, gentlemen, it is the accepted opinion
Speaker 4: in all the drawing rooms and public houses of Devonshire
Speaker 4: that I am marrying Lord Roger Mortlake for his social position,
Speaker 4: and he is marrying me for my money. I'm sure
Speaker 4: that well they're wrong, doctor Watson. Roger and I have
Speaker 4: been in love ever since we first attended Mistermione Tillsbury's
Speaker 4: dancing classes. We should have been married twenty years ago,
Speaker 4: but his father broke off the match. You see, we
Speaker 4: were both as poor as church mice, and it takes
Speaker 4: a whacking amount of money to run Mortlake Castle.
Speaker 2: One of the blessings of being nobody, Holmes, ad manage
Speaker 2: to suit yourself, got it rops.
Speaker 4: The irony of the situation, mister Holmes, is that Roger
Speaker 4: was persuaded to marry one of the Burdock girls whose
Speaker 4: father was supposed to have wits. The father managed to
Speaker 4: go through his fortune shortly afterwards and died.
Speaker 1: Bankrupt in poetic justice at home. I.
Speaker 4: On the other hand, Mary married Henry Prigetter, a jolly,
Speaker 4: good natured little man with no prospects whatever, and he
Speaker 4: up and a quiet millions. Dear Henry, we had a
Speaker 4: very pleasant life together.
Speaker 3: So now you're determined to marry your first love.
Speaker 4: We females are curiously single minded creatures, mister Holmes. It's
Speaker 4: always dangerous to frustrate a woman.
Speaker 3: Quite tell me, Lady Pridgeton, is there anyone at Mortlake
Speaker 3: Castle who's opposed to your marriage to Lord Roger Motleke.
Speaker 4: Quite a few, I should imagine, mister Holmes, the first
Speaker 4: Lady Mortlake's personal maid, Old Buffon. She glares at me
Speaker 4: as if I were a mangle that had wandered in
Speaker 4: off the streets. James, he's Roger's son. He resents the
Speaker 4: fact that we didn't wait at least two years after
Speaker 4: his mother's death. The girls, I must say, are more realistic,
Speaker 4: possibly because they realize my money will buy them quite
Speaker 4: a few social opportunities they should not otherwise enjoy. Yes,
Speaker 4: on the whole, I have more respect for James's attitude,
Speaker 4: although I shall pay it no heed, mind you, I
Speaker 4: quite understand. And then, of course there's Hubert. He's Roger's
Speaker 4: younger brother, still a bachelor at fifty seven. He's the
Speaker 4: only one that's really enthusiastic about the match. But then
Speaker 4: I've always been able to wind Hubert a round my.
Speaker 3: Little finger, even more easily than Lord Roger.
Speaker 4: Oh good heavens, yes, Roger's a mule. And besides that,
Speaker 4: he has principles. He absolutely refused to run away with
Speaker 4: me twenty years ago, and I had the devil of
Speaker 4: a time persuading him to propose after we were both
Speaker 4: free again. He has scruples about accepting my money, it seems.
Speaker 4: I finally pointed out that it was pure selfishness. He
Speaker 4: might enjoy being a pauper and watching Motlake Castle crumble
Speaker 4: over his head, but was it fair to the children.
Speaker 1: And that persuaded him.
Speaker 4: Well. Of course I was wearing my new Paris shirtwaist
Speaker 4: at the time, the one with the pekaboo bodice. Oh,
Speaker 4: by the way, that mminds me. I must warn you
Speaker 4: about one thing, gentlemen. There's to be the usual big
Speaker 4: wedding rehearsal dinner at the banquet for tonight. The Motlakes
Speaker 4: are great ones for drinking toasts.
Speaker 1: Who but I champagne and all that jolly.
Speaker 4: Hold jam paying my foot at Mortlake Castle toasts are
Speaker 4: drunk in Mortlake, mead. The recipe bod goes back to
Speaker 4: their Saxon ancestors. Look out for it. I warn you.
Speaker 4: It's liquid dynamite.
Speaker 3: Es me. I'm a Figland to use the ancient term
Speaker 3: as a drink supposed to promote health, long life and vitality.
Speaker 3: It's made from honey. I'm a bit of a bee
Speaker 3: fancy on myself.
Speaker 1: You.
Speaker 4: Oh, then you'll have something in common with Hulett. He
Speaker 4: takes care of the bees at Mortlake. Won't let anyone
Speaker 4: else go near the hives, not that anyone wants to.
Speaker 4: Heaven knows. The bees at Mortlake are notoriously short tempered.
Speaker 3: Interesting. I shall see if I can't persuade too. But yeah,
Speaker 3: what's up?
Speaker 1: Something's tracking the horses.
Speaker 4: Oh dear, look the running away.
Speaker 1: No, the coachman has them under control.
Speaker 4: He stopped the carriage. What's the trouble, Benjamin? Dare I
Speaker 4: keep forgetting his death? He's getting down.
Speaker 2: Off the box, sir, Homes. There's something lying in the
Speaker 2: road up the head. The driver's gone to investigate it.
Speaker 2: It's getting so dark. I can't wait.
Speaker 3: Why is not w you stay out here with Lady
Speaker 3: Bridget I'll go and see if Benjamin needs help. H
Speaker 3: wind rising that pounding up a hen? That will be
Speaker 3: the sea must be close to Marteke Castle. Yes, let's
Speaker 3: see what you've got. Lantern, Benjamin, give you the lantern.
Speaker 3: I hm, A sheep quite dead, still breeding. Nastiest series
Speaker 3: of gashes across the throat.
Speaker 1: There be evil coming to mort Lake.
Speaker 4: It's a sign.
Speaker 8: When that Russian ghost dog comes back and kills the sheep,
Speaker 8: it's a sure sign. Mark my word. Tonight the chandelier
Speaker 8: will drip blood.
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Speaker 9: And now back to Mortlake Castle, where doctor Watson and
Speaker 9: Sherlock Holmes, all done up in their stiffest shirts and
Speaker 9: highest colors, are being given a personally conducted tour around
Speaker 9: the castle by its future mistress, Lady Bridget.
Speaker 1: And this is the banquet, good lord, it's enormous.
Speaker 4: The early Mortlakes took their banqueting seriously. It seems that's
Speaker 4: the old maid button arranging the flowers. Oh buffoon, you
Speaker 4: might draw the curtains and open the glass doors a moment.
Speaker 4: I want the gentlemen to have a look at the view.
Speaker 2: From this room, bedian, but grudging homes.
Speaker 1: The surf sounds ominous.
Speaker 4: Ay, there's a sound of dome inutes. Tonight you do well,
Speaker 4: my lady, The lay for his arm done.
Speaker 3: What what do you mean by that, bubbam?
Speaker 4: She's just trying to frighten me off. It won't work,
Speaker 4: my girl. It takes more than dead sheep, pounding surf
Speaker 4: and dripping chandeliers to get rid of me. That's all.
Speaker 4: You may close the doors and go.
Speaker 3: By the way. That is the chandelier. I take it,
Speaker 3: the enormous silver one near the great center windows.
Speaker 4: Right.
Speaker 2: It's certainly spectacular. Hey, homes must hold nearly one hundred.
Speaker 4: Candle one hundred and twenty two to be exact. When
Speaker 4: they're all lit, it creates quite a show of.
Speaker 3: Light and heat too. I imagine.
Speaker 4: Butham expressing her disapproval. Well, I'm glad she's gone. She
Speaker 4: was giving me the fidgets.
Speaker 3: I see there's a ladder under the chandelier.
Speaker 4: Yes, they're about to like the stupid thing, I imagine.
Speaker 3: I think I'll just mounted and take a closer look
Speaker 3: at You've no objection.
Speaker 4: None at all. I'll hold it steady for you.
Speaker 3: Thank you, Lady bridget Yes, I thought I recognized it.
Speaker 4: You mean you've seen the chandelier before.
Speaker 3: No, it's twin sister in the winter Palace in Saint Petersburg.
Speaker 3: It's supposed to have been made for catin the grape
Speaker 3: to eliminate any suitors who had lost their chance.
Speaker 4: What do you mean by that?
Speaker 3: Both chandeliers are hollow. The one in Saint Petersburg were
Speaker 3: so hung that boiling lead could be poured into it
Speaker 3: from the room above. It eventually found its way out
Speaker 3: of the mouths of these little silver dolphins and poured
Speaker 3: itself over the guest of honor, as he did below. Yes,
Speaker 3: mouths of these particular dolphins seem to be stopped up.
Speaker 4: However, heaven balderdash. That chandelier doesn't reach to the ceiling.
Speaker 4: It's too high up. It's hung to a great hook
Speaker 4: by a long velvet cord.
Speaker 3: Yes, the cord looks rather praise.
Speaker 4: Furthermore, there's no room above this, nothing but that vaulted
Speaker 4: ceiling up there. Or if you think anyone can make
Speaker 4: the chandelier drip blood by crawling around on the roof,
Speaker 4: you're very much mistaken.
Speaker 3: Yes, it doesn't seem very practical. Who is due to
Speaker 3: sit at these places directly below the chandelier, Lady Bridget?
Speaker 4: Why well that is Roger and I. I suppose it's
Speaker 4: the head of the table, you know.
Speaker 3: Yes, Now, I suppose we shift things around a bit.
Speaker 3: Help me, Watson, if we pull the table to one
Speaker 3: side a little further, Watson, that's better'n yes. Now if
Speaker 3: your seat, Watson, and myself to your left, Lady Bridget.
Speaker 2: Now we be directly under the chandelier. I say, who
Speaker 2: do you have clight?
Speaker 3: Watson? Someone's coming down the hall.
Speaker 6: Ah, there you are a million, My dear.
Speaker 8: Roger's looking all over for you. They're having a sherry
Speaker 8: and the pink drawing robe.
Speaker 4: We'll go right along you. But thank you for telling me.
Speaker 4: I was just showing my cousins the schandelier.
Speaker 3: How do you right the old monstratedy to be quite frank,
Speaker 3: I don't.
Speaker 1: Neither do I. Ah, well, I came in to light
Speaker 1: the candles on this anything.
Speaker 3: Tell me, mister Motwick, do you believe this chandelier drips blood? Whenever?
Speaker 3: This to be a catastrophe in the family.
Speaker 8: Well, something of the sort did happen, you know when
Speaker 8: my uncle Edgo was drowned. I was quite young at
Speaker 8: the time, terribly impressed by the great brownish drops.
Speaker 1: Of course, looking back, I realized there was.
Speaker 8: A terrific rainstorm, and there may have been a leak
Speaker 8: in the roof, and the water splatted through onto the
Speaker 8: chandelier and gathered rust and ripped off of something of
Speaker 8: the sort.
Speaker 3: But it's a silver chandelier, mister Mortlake.
Speaker 4: Why that's right, Hubert, silver doesn't rust.
Speaker 8: Oh maybe there's some other explanation. I'd better start to
Speaker 8: light it, or they'll be ready for dinner before I finished.
Speaker 1: Butler's getting old, you know. Let us give him vertigo.
Speaker 1: I'm fed, so it's up to me.
Speaker 3: May I help you? Let me take that silver picture?
Speaker 1: Thank you?
Speaker 8: No, I'll just put it here on the sideboard. It's
Speaker 8: the famous Mortlake media know I was just a canny.
Speaker 8: But you better run along, Amelia, and take along your cousins.
Speaker 8: My dear or Roger will be wilting his car out
Speaker 8: of sheer anxiety.
Speaker 2: I say, Homes, I hope you don't have to drink
Speaker 2: many more toasts.
Speaker 1: This me is two dashed potent.
Speaker 3: Yes, it has what you might call authority confounded homes.
Speaker 2: Did you have to put us under the chandelier? Another
Speaker 2: drop of wax just splashed on my shirt front?
Speaker 3: Yes, but this time it's slightly brownish. Yes, the chandelier
Speaker 3: is really getting hot.
Speaker 1: Wax doesn't turn brown with heat.
Speaker 3: This wax does, Watson. It's beeswax, beeswax. Yes, but the
Speaker 3: candles a tallow interesting, very interesting?
Speaker 1: What's so interesting about it? Oh? Confounded?
Speaker 3: There's another blob.
Speaker 1: On the back of my head.
Speaker 3: Yes, yes, it shouldn't be long now.
Speaker 8: And and no toast to their happy couple, long life
Speaker 8: and joy in the living A millium, My dear, I'm
Speaker 8: sure you'd like to say a few words were hoombs.
Speaker 1: There's blood, blood dripping on the tablecloth.
Speaker 4: Look the chandeliers bleating.
Speaker 8: Amelia, my dear, I do think you might have told
Speaker 8: us your guests through the famous Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson,
Speaker 8: not passed them off as your cousin.
Speaker 4: Do you be quiet, Hubert? Heavens? How long does it
Speaker 4: take the man to finish his chemical experiments? It looks
Speaker 4: like a great sinister raven crouched over that retort, with
Speaker 4: a light from that spirit lamp shining up into his eyes.
Speaker 4: I almost wish I hadn't.
Speaker 3: Asked him to try and turn down the lamp, Watson.
Speaker 4: The tests so conclusive, mister Holmes, is it is it blood?
Speaker 3: It is blood, Lady Bridget, oh dear, not human blood, however,
Speaker 3: sheep's blood. As a matter of fact. It's blood from
Speaker 3: the same sheep we saw on the road this evening.
Speaker 3: More blood from that sheep is spattered here on this
Speaker 3: macintosh I found rolled up in a chest in the
Speaker 3: front hall.
Speaker 4: Roger, that's your nacintar.
Speaker 3: Don't be alarm, my dear, Lady Bridget. Your fiance hasn't
Speaker 3: step foot outside all day. The polish on all of
Speaker 3: his boots is quite untouched. The polish on Hubert Mortlik's
Speaker 3: brown Oxford has been spotched. However, by blood, sheep's blood.
Speaker 3: It's quite easy to borrow a macintosh. You know. Shoes, however,
Speaker 3: aren't so adaptable.
Speaker 4: You mean Hubert is responsible for the gory chandelier.
Speaker 3: Yes, Subert, you filled the hollow in terrier with sheep's
Speaker 3: blood from that silver pitcher when you came in to
Speaker 3: light the candles.
Speaker 4: But why didn't it drip through at once?
Speaker 3: Because he had stocked up the silver dolphins mouths with beeswax,
Speaker 3: which only melted from the heat of the candles after
Speaker 3: they've been burning for some time. I suspected Hubert was
Speaker 3: up to something the moment I discovered the dolphin's mouth
Speaker 3: had been stocked with beeswax.
Speaker 4: Hubert, why did you do it?
Speaker 8: Because I've always loved you and hated Roger. I was
Speaker 8: glad when father made him marry an ugly bird.
Speaker 1: Of girl, which she wouldn't look at me even enemy.
Speaker 8: Well, I made up my mind he'd never get you, never,
Speaker 8: And now I've lost out of my way.
Speaker 2: Everything's running along the tabletop.
Speaker 1: He's free for the window.
Speaker 4: Shut in your ashore, and then rushed through the window.
Speaker 1: Come over the cliff. You'll be pounded to death on
Speaker 1: the rocks.
Speaker 3: I'm afraid, so.
Speaker 4: I wont irm. A lady, I said it was the
Speaker 4: sound of done.