:03:17
Mrs. Monteith entered
:03:20
with a second envelope.
:03:23
This time addressed
to Stanley Raeburn.
:03:27
In his day
:03:29
a distinguished actor.
:03:37
This time you may be sure
:03:41
there was no laughter.
:03:44
These men were afraid
:03:47
and their fear
was justified.
:03:54
For once again the
message proved to be
:03:57
a portent of death.
:04:00
It was ten days
:04:02
before Raeburn's battered
body was recovered.
:04:05
Hum, tell Mr. Chalmers
:04:06
what do these
envelopes contain?
:04:08
In the first case,
:04:10
seven orange
pips, or seeds.
:04:11
In the second case six.
:04:13
And the number
of orange pips
:04:15
refer to the
surviving members,
:04:16
a grim warning,
hey Holmes?
:04:18
Looks like murder.
:04:20
Not necessarily, Watson.
:04:22
A moment ago
:04:23
you referred to this club
as extraordinary, why?
:04:25
All of the members
are past middle age,
:04:28
retired and
without near kin.
:04:31
Six months ago
:04:32
they formed this
club here in London
:04:33
and promptly left
for Driercliff,
:04:35
the ancestral home of
a Mr. Bruce Alastair,
:04:37
their eldest member.
:04:39
Nothing there
remarkable about that,
:04:41
sounds rather friendly
as a matter of fact.
:04:44
The remarkable fact is
:04:45
that all seven
of these men
:04:47
appear to have but
one thing in common.
:04:49
Huh, well what's that?
:04:50
Elementary, my
dear Watson,
:04:51
each is worth a great
deal more dead than alive.
:04:53
That's right Mr. Holmes.
:04:55
How did you guess?
:04:56
My dear Mr. Chalmers,
you represent
:04:58
the Association of
Insurance Underwriters,