:55:00
Poor, beautiful girl.
:55:03
Some sleep would do her good.
:55:05
I can picture her lying there,
her eyes closed, gently breathing.
:55:13
Her breasts heaving...
:55:16
...as her supple,
nubile young body...
:55:21
...caresses the cool,
limpid sheets...
:55:24
Yes, the Thames it is.
:55:27
Near Southwark...
interesting, isn't it?
:55:30
To say the least.
:55:32
Why would common ruffians
be wearing imported shoes?
:55:36
Not secondhand, mind you,
but brand-new.
:55:44
- What was that?
- What?
:55:47
If it's not one thing...
:55:50
Oh, I'm sorry.
:55:52
I suppose I must be
still rather nervous.
:55:55
You may rest easy.
No one will disturb you tonight.
:55:58
- Isn't that so?
- Quite.
:56:02
- Good night.
- Good night.
:56:45
I'm sorry. I didn't realize
you were still asleep.
:56:47
Sleep? Who can sleep
when there's work to be done?
:56:52
- Dr. Watson seems to have gone out.
- Really?
:56:55
I wonder where.
:56:58
Who knows?