Sherlock & Co. - The Boscombe Valley Mystery - Part Three

Episode Date: July 28, 2026

THE THIRD MAN - To his credit, Mr. Sherlock Holmes had made a very good point. How could Charles dispose of the weapon or his phone in that lake? How could his ailing son Jack? How could Patience? Who could have thrown the murder weapon and the victim's phone all that way into the water? And why? Stop asking questions and just listen to the episode.Part 3 of 3This episode contains swearing, references to violence, references to abuse, references to mistreatment of illnessListener discretion is advised.A new clothing store has opened: www.sherlockwear.comFor merchandise and transcripts go to: www.sherlockandco.co.ukFor ad-free, early access to adventures in full go to www.patreon.com/sherlockandcoTo get in touch via email: [e-mail] me @DocJWatsonMD on twitter and BlueSky, or sherlockandcopod on TikTok, instagram and YouTube.This podcast is property of Goalhanger Podcasts.Copyright 2026.SHERLOCK AND CO.Based on the works of Sir Arthur Conan DoylePaul Waggott as Dr. John WatsonHarry Attwell as Sherlock HolmesShiraz Engineer as Patience MooreStef Butler as John TurnerJasmine Kerr as Lily LestradeKarim Kronfli as Charles McCarthyLeigh McDonald as Carol WatsonAdditional Voices:Rhys TeesJoel EmeryAdam JarrellWritten by Joel EmeryDirected by Adam JarrellEditing and Sound Design by Adam JarrellProduced by Neil Fearn and Jon GillExecutive Producer Tony Pastor Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

For just six pounds a month, binge ad-free adventures in full and have access to so much more over at patreon.com forward slash Sherlock & Co. Previously on Sherlock and Co. Charles was a very particular man and demanding. Very much so for his son. He crosses in front of us in the dead of night. In his hand, it was a...

A weapon. A stick. He had this thing and he's going as fast as... Well, as fast as Jack can go, really. You're implying some sort of impediment? Hmm. MS. I heard raised voices. Between father and son. Okay, so why does Jack kill his own dad? And let's face it, his own client. A big falling out, I think. To the point where Jack could kill him?

Yes. People come to us to have things solved. We don't insert our... ourselves into active cases and say, oh, hello, Mr. Policeman, I'm John. Just so you know, Charles' son killed him, all right? Cheers, yeah. Nobody does that, mate. Nobody. Hello? Yes, hello. I have information on the murder of Charles McCarthy. It was his son, Jack. I was helping him. I am... I was giving him what he wanted. You don't understand. I must have my medication. Patience had a turbulent relationship with Charles. He held the accusation

of disrespect against her for years. Then there is Crowder. Who the hell is Crowder? William Crowder. Patience is right-hand man. So what do we do now? We shall save William Crowder for tomorrow. For now, we need to know what the police know.

Morning. Good morning to you. Can I interest you in an adaptogenic mushroom coffee? No, you absolutely can't. What the hell's going on? Let's go and find out. Did it ever occur to the local constabulary that Charles was nearly 90 years old.

His son is nearing 50 and has MS. Do we honestly believe that he was able to do all these things? And then smash his personal best, beyond all measure, with a spectacular throw for both weapon and phone. Do we? I don't think we do. I don't think we do. Come along.

Let's do some proper police work now, and then we can all get back to being silly. Breathe in. You are in a state of total peace. You are listening to the final part of the Boscom Valley mystery. This adventure has allowed you to feel relaxed. This adventure has allowed you to unwind, to disconnect from the discomforts of the modern world. This adventure contains murder and swearing and gore and blood and trauma and trauma.

and references to psychological distress and controlling coercive behaviour. Breathe in, breathe out. How's it going? It is going. As is our light, as is our entire weekend's stay. Yeah. Yeah. Figured out who did it.

Have I figured out who killed Charles, from inspecting the pebbles on the shoreline of this bathing pond. Yes. No. Okay. Your shoes have taken a beating again, I see. Hmm? Oh, yeah.

Yeah, then traipsing all through this wooded area around the bathing ponds. Keeping fit, eh? Just, yeah. Seriously, though, what do you want to do? Because... Samara. Samara of the sycamore. Samara of the sycamore.

Are we going to expand on that? Earlier, I found one at the scene. The smallest curiosity in this entire case. But it was there. Right there, and now it makes sense. What's that? The centaur you found? No.

Thank you. For what? For your consistent habit of ruining your shoes. This time with mud. And the rather sticky pine needles. Hey, yeah, they're everywhere. Better than being barefoot like we were. last night.

All right, look, I went into the trees for a piss. Is that okay? I haven't contaminated anything, so just stop glaring at me like that. You have? Oh, shut up. Have I actually? You have contaminated my mind with the thought, Watson. That confirms something I knew from the moment I arrived on the shoreline,

but have been unable to validate it with real hard evidence. Which is... The third man. The third man. And William Crowder is what? Just a big lad who was near the scene? Near the scene. I had a chat with some of the workers here.

He keeps to himself, tries to get later shifts, tries to work alone as often as possible. Right. Um, patience more? She's just... Just a pain in the ass. But, I don't know. Like Sherlock says,

I don't think she's launching the phone and the weapon that far. Maybe I'm wrong about her spindly frame, but... Yeah. But she validates Raymond Turner's claim. Who? Raymond Turner. Who's that? You saw him at the police station.

He turned Jack in. Raymond? Think, Watson. When was the first time we looked upon these bathing ponds? Um, day of... No, day after the murder, when I got back. So they let you interview the body? No, we were over there, the other side of the ponds,

and we watched them do their investigation. That's right. And what do you see over there? I see... Uh, the other shoreline? Let's see trees What trees? Oh, not pine.

Not pine trees. They are sycamores. By far the heaviest shedders we have here in Britain. In winter they will deposit their heavy waxy leaves. In the summer, right now, they will drop these. Helicopters. Samara's winged seed pods of the sycamore tree. But yes, they helicopter to the ground from their parent tree.

And this, Samara, green, and young, dropped all too prematurely. But for us, the timing was just right. Oh, you getting to a point? The point I'm making, Lily, is that this Samara I hold in my hand is the single most significant find at this crime scene. Where did you find that? I saw it on the ground the second we arrived and thought nothing of it,

until I saw the pine needles on your shoes. You're welcome? You really are a brilliant man. No, you are. No, I insist. It is you, Watson. Stop it. Desist. Behave.

I sharm. Stop! You dragged me down here. Used me to get into the crime scene. Those officers have worked tirelessly, going on for 30 hours, bloody dredging that pond. They get the weapon and his phone. You stroll in here.

Pick up a sycamore seed and go, job done. Aren't we brilliant? For God's sake. A rather sardonic summary, Miss Lestrade, but it has its accuracy's. Oh. Oh, okay. And the penny has finally dropped. More like helicopter to the ground mate.

Slowly. And in circles. You don't know. Yeah, I do. Go on then. What? Why is the sycamore pod relevant, John? Well, no, because...

The sycamore, it sheds. Um, so it's... He knows it in his heart. Yeah, exactly. Thank you, Sherlock. The sycamores are on the other side of the pond. Correct. According to Patience Moore, Jack entered through the pines. Correct, times two.

So somebody was watching them from the other side. Correct, times three. And I would venture that the person watching them was more than capable of bludgeoning Charles McCarthy to death with one single blow, and more than capable of hurling the evidence into the middle depths of this vast bathing pond. Hold it right there, sir. Sherlock, just wait. William, William Crowder.

He said, hold it right there. All right, okay, all right. You are William Crowder, are you not? I am. You were present by the bathing ponds on the night of Charles McCarthy's murder. Could we do this someplace else, please? what to be embarrassed about. Not embarrassed.

I know who you are. Yes, it's nice to finally put a face, enormous torso, giant quads and cannon-like arms to the name. William, it's important that you listen to us and cooperate where we need you to cooperate. Is that all right? I didn't kill him. William, no, just, no one is making any accusations right now.

Look, I didn't kill him, and you're not even local police. Just fuck off. Whoa! Whoa! Let me help. I didn't kill him! Hands behind your back. Hands behind your back.

back right now. Sherlock, you're right. What we are! Generally, we don't like to administer first aid in these instances just because the chemicals in these wound washes, honestly, are terrible for your skin. And of course your body absorbs all that. Please, please, just get on with it. Ah, there you are.

Will you take over and rid this pest of a woman of her first aid responsibility? Right, let's have a look. Ooh, bloody hell you got you there, mate. But at least it's above the eye and not under. Ah, not my first thought when blood was dripping into my eyeball, doctor. Yes, but this will clear up much quicker. Can you tell me that antiseptic, please, patients? Oh, but I already did one of the wipes.

No, no, I just, I need the cream. But it's full of chemicals. Yes, yes, they will numb the area and fight off bacteria. Handy for the patient, wouldn't you say? So... So. So? You think I'm lying.

You think it wasn't, Jack. That's not like I wanted it to be him. I don't think you're lying. I was with William. Yes. I would have seen... Yes. He wouldn't have done that.

Mm-hmm. He has no reason to. Correct on all counts. Then why? Hmm? I'm struggling to see what kind of detective work you two actually. do because, to be honest, I'm the one that has provided all the key information. I'm the one that got jack behind bars. Well, that's not true, is it? Oh, come on. Yeah, sorry, patience,

but John Turner did it. We were there at the station. Not going to claim credit for that one, are you? What? We were there, so you can get off your high horse. You were a witness, but John had the courage to go and get the police properly involved. Who the hell is John? What? It's all right. What? What do you mean? It's all. right. Are you okay? Sorry, I'm not the one with the head wound here. I'll discuss it in a moment. I just haven't finished all my workings. Sorry, sorry, sorry, we just arrested William Crowder. Yes. For what? For attacking me. Yeah, yeah, what were we doing before that? We just wanted to talk with him to confirm what he saw that night on the other side of the bathing

ponds. Sherlock, he's massive, he's angry. He was there at the scene. He could throw those things deep, deep into the water. Oh, I don't doubt that. But the moment he hit me, it hit me. What did? That he couldn't have done it either. Distance isn't the problem he'd accomplish that easy, but you see, John, the wound is on my right eye,

because he hit me with his left. He's left-handed. The arc of a left-handed throw from the scene to the spot where they landed in the pond. Not possible. And there we have your mobile phones. Thank you so much again to you both. Yep.

And for your help and efforts, and you really did try. And that's admirable. Just trying something. Even if it doesn't quite get the results you want. Sure, yeah, bye. The irony is that I have absolutely no patience for patience. You two want a lift?

It'll be with the bloke that punched him. Uh, nah, we're all right. Sherlock, phone there, mate. Yes. Look, we'll solve it. Yeah? It's just... It was a festival.

At the end of the weekend. They're closing up. We've got a train to catch. I know. I thought you'd be excited. You love trains. Mm-hmm. Why did Raymond Turner call himself John?

Have we figured that part of the mystery out, at least? Hmm? No, don't get me wrong. It's a great name. No, yeah, you're right. We just need to get our case together with all the evidence, so we've got a clear... Yeah, I'll stop talking about that. I knew it wasn't his first name.

Hmm? On his suitcase, the checked luggage tag. It read R. Turner. Right. Right, let's have a look. Shall we? Trains. Trains. Oh, God.

signal's pretty crap anyway even now I've got the phone back. Trains to paddling, oh for God's sake. Predictive text. Why doesn't it know if I've put trains to? Why doesn't it know that the next word would obviously not be paddling and would quite possibly be, oh, I don't know, Paddington where I always get trains from? I mean, God above. Predictive.

Yeah, it just bugs me. Maybe I'm just in a permanent state. I've been slightly annoyed by stuff. Annoyed, I don't have my phone for a weekend, and the second I get it back, I'm annoyed again. It was predictive. Yeah, paddling. No, no. Rat was predictive.

He wasn't accusing his son. He was alerting his son. He was pointing out the killer, Watson. You think a rat? Smacked him on the back of the head? No, I don't. Type it. What?

Type rat. What does your phone offer? Oh my God. Lily! Let me guess. Lift to the station? No. To us.

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It is about the catch. And we have one. Not one we can throw back. Like Jack McCarthy. What? They just let him go. What the hell are you talking about? You.

Ray, I'm talking about you. If you look over there, Yeah. That's Sherlock. You remember him? I do. Yeah. And that, it's DC Lily Lestrade, from the Met.

Now, I know I'm prone to a whinge or two, but I will say out of me, that's Sherlock, Mariana, Lily, Chuck in Wiggins 2 if you want, I am generally considered in these circumstances the nicer one. So, you're here. where you like to relax and you're with me

and we'll listen hear you out maybe maybe maybe even understand at that point you can tell me you can tell me why you killed Charles McCarthy Ray

he was awful John he was I know Jack's no picnic Jack's no you know Oh

Charles He kept people prisoner that man Psychological like You could still walk around See your mate and your family But he He had people Trapped

Like his third wife Alice That's your mum Isn't it Ray But like Literally everyone That worked with him He'd suck you in with

these offers of a stake in this guru, this way of life and all the fortune that would come his way and I, all of us, we threw away everything for that man, everything. For him to just do what he did. What did he do? Sold the lot and kept the money. Sold the lot and kept the money. Employment contracts weren't worth the paper they were written on, of course. The stakes we had, the ownership rights we sweat and slogged for for fuck all money.

They were non-existent. I wasn't aware he sold up. He still did that talk at the festival. I heard the argument, mate. I heard it. Every word. Jack just... He went in hard, but Charles just buys him off. throws us all down the toilet as usual oh Jack not you mate

I'll find a cut for you I'll make something work it's the others too many clinging on too many bottom feeders you've got good hearing parabolic mic for waterfowl they're protected

I have to listen for them can't fish where they nest right I um I've recorded some of it I'll um I'll just you can't cut me out You can't just sell yourself.

License every video you've ever done to some streamer. What about the app? What about the deals? This is better than all of them. You don't get it. You're not thinking clearly because your head is clouded with that big farmer shit. Don't, Dad. I am seriously, seriously, just so, so angry with you. Jackie, come on, hey?

Come on. You're my son. You're not with them. One of the bottom feeders, eh? Flesh and bone. Do you think I'd not cut you in on this? Really? Really.

I just... All the others come out with, you know? I'm me. I built the Empire of Charles McCarthy. I'm the immortal man. I wrote how to live forever, yeah? What about Alex? She's family now.

You married her. Well, when it comes to money to hell with her, Yeah? My first time with this sort of thing, eh? Huh. Your mother was twice as sharp as Alice. Oh, we'll sit down. We'll get a cut sorted out.

Yeah. Here's your stick. It was like bloody fire. Yeah, I mean, it... That's tough. I know. I was literally staring at these two men, scheming to destroy my mum.

To destroy. me. To destroy my colleagues, people he'd had work for him for 15 years, 20 years, the pension fund he'd made for them. Total bollocks. Total fake company, just one of his mates. He used to say, do it this way, let us handle it for you and you'll get more. Then with your shareholding in the company you'll have so much money and all this shit. I watched Jack cave to him. He handed him his walking stick. Charles wouldn't dare be seen with that. Wouldn't dare. But he camps at the top of the hill like some fucking king, doesn't he? Needs it to get up there. Jack just walks off. It was like an outer body experience. I'm... It's like the rage is fueling me.

I walk back out through onto the main path. I'm telling myself, Just walk back. Back into your tent. Go now. I don't listen. I've now looped round. I know I can approach from behind. I've got this camo on my face and stuff. I move through the pines. I get closer and closer. Second my foot touches the pebbles, he spins round. I probably could have just given him a heart attack there and then. He's just frozen, scanning my face, trying to work out who I am. Then he lets out this smile.

Ray, he goes. I still didn't know what I was going to even do, really. I'm square onto him. I just snatch his stick. He just fucking moves past me in the most Charles McCarthy, obnoxious, of way, knocked my shoulder as he does so and I just fucking crack on his head. And um... You tossed the stick to one side.

Oh, hello again. You tossed it to one side onto the pebbles. Nah, nah, I chucked it in the lake. That was after. You threw it aside in a lightning motion before Charles had even hit the ground. You caught him. I did. and turned him to the shore.

I did. Yeah. Crowder had seen me up by the sycamores earlier. I knew that Jack had come through the pines from behind him. So? Thought that was best. The brass centaur broke upon the pebbles, not the skull. We found its human half near your fishing spot.

It was warm. Had it been in your pocket? it, Ray. It had. Yeah. Why? Because, right, I did it. I rested him down on the pebbles.

That's when I noticed the glow in his hand. His phone. He'd sent that message. When he walked past me, that three seconds where I pondered what am I going to do to this guy, he knew. He knew before I knew.

So I grabbed it, lobbed it, and the stick. By the time I saw the broken bit of the Sagittarius Centaur thing, it just hit me. Ray, what are you doing? You've just launched those things? 30 yards. 30 yards. I mean, what was I? As if casting out a line, eh, Mr Turner?

So I pocketed that bit, trying to not repeat the same mistake, but... It was your biggest one, I'm afraid, Ray. Fell out of my pocket. What can you do? So when I saw you, I felt for it and I knew I'd dropped it somewhere. I had heard the chatter all morning in the crisis meetings with the body find and stuff. I knew detectives were about Couldn't lie to the police, could I? But I lied to you both.

Just went with John. Middle name. Why? Why fish the next day in the same spot you were the night before? I wanted to get seen. Truth be told, I wanted to get, you know, reprimanded or banned or thrown out because you can't fish around there. God Almighty, that would have. been the perfect excuse to get away. It would be like I didn't run following the murder. I was

just told to leave by the police or patients or festival team or whatever. But when you guys arrived and the police started cooling out, I thought, well now I've told you one name. I have to tell them another. Yeah. Just... understand what's coming next, don't you, Ray? I do. Yeah, one last cast out? Yeah, sure. And that, everybody, was the adventure of the Boscombe Valley mystery.

Very much an unwellness festival. In this instance, quite literally everyone involved in that lifestyle that I met was a long way from what I would determine as well. But there you go. Carol left the flat in a lovely state, as you can imagine. She also got the bonus of getting a plethora of beauty and, oh, I don't know, anti-aging creams and stuff. What is...

...athear and moisturise and then finding a cleansing a cleansing of a clean-for-time of year. So, to answer your question, I do believe the face mask is applied after the cleanser. Uh-huh. Like this. Yes. motion like I'm doing, you see? Yes, I see. Come a bit closer to the camera. Uh, there.

Oh, look at your skin, Sherlock. It's absolutely radiant. Oh, Carol, stop. Why didn't you take me to the bloody festival? Hmm, I should have. Did he whinge the whole time? The whole time. Uh, excuse me.

Hello, love. Hi John. Right, now the face mask. I prefer ginseng and manuka.