Sherlock & Co. - The Three Garridebs - Part Two

Episode Date: April 14, 2026

THE KILLIAN IS IN THE HOUSE - Sherlock and John pursued what exactly was going on with poor Nathan and his prestigious Garrideb property. Part 2 of 3 This episode contains swearing, violence, dread Listener discretion is advised. A new clothing store has opened: www.sherlockwear.com For merchandise and transcripts go to: www.sherlockandco.co.uk For ad-free, early access to adventures in full go to www.patreon.com/sherlockandco To get in touch via email: [e-mail] Follow 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 Doyle Paul Waggott as Dr. John Watson Harry Attwell as Sherlock Holmes Marta da Silva as Mariana Ametxazurra Paul Bullion as Sebastian MoranAdam Jarrell as StamfordAdditional Voices:David PlattsJenny FergusonJoel Emery Written by Joel Emery Directed by Adam Jarrell Editing and Sound Design by Holy Smokes Audio Produced by Neil Fearn and Jon Gill Executive Producer Tony Pastor Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Go to patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and Co. For bonus material, early access to episodes, add free listening, and much more. That's patreon.com forward slash Sherlock and Co. Okay. Uh, John, I did it. Uh, do I just hit stop or? Previously on Sherlock and Co. Um, Sherlock.

Yes, John. You? were supposed to be knighted today by the king of England. Ah, yes, I was. You see, I got rather distracted. By pancakes? No. Okay. By what? Wait. I have also been assembling these fossils.

I'd very much like to reignite my collection. Like the boy I once was on the beaches of Devon. We hunt. For fossils? For crime. Olivia here went into an alleyway near Camden Town on Friday the 13th and didn't reappear in any footage on any mobile data mast on any witness account, anecdotal account, phone call, handheld video, nothing.

That is until the 16th. Monday morning, there she is, three miles away. Three days later, next to the Thames at Blackfriars Bridge. How's that even possible? Teleportation? I mean, you tell me. Did you have any injuries or anything? This. Here. Pretty severe friction and strains on your wrist. Handcuffs, maybe?

Even handcuffs have more forgiving mouldings. Table ties, I'd say. Shit. I'm sorry, Olivia. No, no what? We're not opening a manhole cover. Of course we are. Sorry, why? To enter one of the many subterranean passageways of London.

This one being a riverway that we believe is being utilized for illegal and sinister means. This one being human trafficking. Oh! No! Where are your captors? Literally like five minutes ago! Okay, I see you, I see you! Oh my God!

Hi! Hi! Hi! Hello! I'm sorry, Sherlock, cut these ties. Are you sleep? Something like that. Is this real? Is this actually happening?

It's real. It's real. You're okay. You're safe. These collections, I am only reminded that mine was once such a source of fulfillment. Now, I can't even restart mine. Why don't you? Dedication. Space. Well, you don't have to have some vast stash of fossils. You could just get some really decent ones. Well, I was looking at some online postings this morning,

and there was a clear-out sale at a house in Paddington. Well, let's do it. Holy crap, is that his house? Yes. Beauty. Indeed. Very unique. It's a Garadev.

A what? A Garadetab. What does that mean? Alexander Garadev. A rather eccentric art deco architect. Not many of his buildings survived the war. Cookey doorway. Someone that designs a building like this must be a little bit cranes.

Don't eat the pigeons! See? Someone buying me out. Ah. Another pressure. just collectible being sold off. No choice, huh? No choice for me, for Nathan. Right?

What do you mean, Nathan? You're being forced out of the house? The government, it's the government, you see? Right? You think I'm stupid. And I'm not. No, I don't think it's stupid at all. They need the house, right?

Because there's spies. And the spies will be able to access the top secret to telecommunications lies that run through my property. And they want to use that. to spy on people, yeah? You understand that? So the government came to you at, and what?

They made me an offer. Ah, a big one? Yes, sir. Right, well, good for you. Not really, though. I've got nowhere else to go like that. I never not left this house since I was little, right? I don't know anywhere else, huh?

In fact, bloody get out. Both of you, how do I buy out? Hi again, everyone. and welcome to part two of the three Gary Debs. This... No, no, I won't say it because I don't want to scare people, so maybe look in the episode description if you're worried about this, as I even am.

Yeah, that there is some usual breaking and entering in this episode. Please don't do that. This is part two. Okay. Bye. Poor bloke. You can tell he hasn't left the house.

Not at all. Complete. Like, he was in touch with reality. I had a brief look in his bathroom. There's no psychiatric prescription drugs in there. There absolutely should be. I tell you, having an aggressive bounce of psychosis like that, it's dangerous for him.

It's dangerous for his friends. Neighbours? He's right. Sorry, what? An article for a North London circular mentions the sale of one of the three Garadeths, this one in Houston. Right, so...

Well, he's very isolated, hears screaming and voices, demands I visit no sooner, demands that I leave. And yet, he is of sound mind when it comes to this. The house is being brought up, you mean? Hmm.

Yeah, it's probably... An investor? He said it was the government. He also said he was friends with a pigeon. But why would the government require three Garadeb-style houses dotted over London? You know what we need? What?

A nerdy former estate agent. Good idea. Sherlock & Co. Mariana speaking. Hi there, I would like to use your services, please. Ha, okay. It'll cost you. Got a query here. Mm-hmm. Let's hear it. hear it? We visited a fellow in a house in Paddington and he claims that his house and a couple of

others in London are being purchased forcibly would you say Sherlock. That's certainly the energy he gave when discussing it. Forced purchase from the government now they're chucking him out. Okay, that sounds kind of weird. Can we prove that? Yes, absolutely. Good. How? If the houses weren't on the market and they're not using conventional routes, they have to file a C-3PO. A C-3PO? C-P-O. I'm joking. Compulsory, purchase, order.

That will be available on Gov.uk. Also in local papers and public notices. Right. Okay, he's typing. Anything? No, nothing. What about the borough? Yeah, if he's confused council with government, sure.

Nothing in the borough postings either. Could it be like high-speed rail or something? He would have had at least two years in advance knowledge. The whole neighborhood would have. Plus, Paddington has high-speed rail. True, true. Well, thank you for your services, Sherlock and Co. Our pleasure.

So. So, not the government after all. Nope. Makes me really angry this shit. Like when that roofer tried to scan my nano a 10-g- Hey! Oh, what are you doing? We're going to get up here.

No, no, no. Why would we do that? Of course. We're going to have a nice jog down park lane. I don't want to have a nice jog down park lane. Mate. Nearly there, Watson. Can we please just call a cab or something?

That won't be necessary. Why not? Because we are here. Thank God. No, wait. Down this street. Oh, God's sake. And here.

Why are we here? We're in Victoria. Okay. Great. And look, the polished maroon brick that affects the same helix pattern, the protruding windows and the famous pointed dormer. Yeah, it's just fat Nathens. It reminds me of a helter-skelter slide or like a funky lighthouse or something.

Yes, quite. We have our second Garadeb right here in Victoria. And if we take a little peep in the window... Oh, must we... We have... Nothing. Nothing. Okay, so... So, I see a Yale lock.

Has seen plenty of usage, albeit fairly new. Resident parking space, again, quite well worn on the road. Probably a rather weighty electric car, judging by the ridges and the tarmac. Windows of this house were cleaned, I'd say. certainly after the weather turned, so a couple of weeks are the most. Yet, no furniture. Stacked up post by the front door, and of course, no car. What are you doing?

Hearing. Nosing. Through the letterbox? Mm-hmm. You're looking someone up? Of course. Doxing? In a sense.

Ah, here we go. Hello? Yes, hello, David. Of Bloomfield Estates Limited. Grant Road, Victoria. Yes, that's me. Well, no, well, I've relocated. Oh, no longer in Victoria. No, we moved near Southwark. Can I ask why? Had an offer on our property. Too good to turn down. I see. Who is the new owner? I don't really know. Sorry, what is this?

I wouldn't mention the government. No, he just took the money because it was good enough. Is this the bit where you tell me the pigeon man was right again? Well, he is, Watson. We know. We know. We know. Though the one in Houston was sold, this one is clearly sold despite there being no sign, must have been a private acquisition. Mariana has shown it is clearly not what Nathan has been told. He is being manipulated for his property. And of course Nathan's home faces the same ardent and somewhat impatient purchase as this one clearly did. Yeah. Yeah. The council may not have bought Nathan's house but they do need to get involved. Well, he needs aftercare, he's vulnerable.

Indeed. Someone just buys his house, completely fucks with his head, plays to his fears, and then kicks him out. Let's think, Watson. This is a fabled property of the early century modern design, as are its brothers in Paddington and Houston,

all in unaffordable areas of London. Oh, completely. So, this house should cost... I'd say nine, ten million? Nine or ten million. Probably six or seven for Nathan's, eight for Houston. So well in over £20 million in purchases. All for what?

Famous buildings, like you said. Three Garadebs. All bought, at the same time. None of them listed all acquired behind closed doors. And in a heavy-handed manner. These lot are basically evacuated it immediately. That Houston one was so surprising to residents. It got a bloody article.

And Nathan still seemed shell-shocked by his one. What are you thinking? Rather, what would you prefer? Hmm? Which, Garridam? I don't know what you mean. To live in. Probably this one.

No, not to live in. To break into. No. That wasn't one of the options. Yes, it is. It's an option. No. See? Just said it. We're already at this one, so I'd say this one.

Sherlock. We can't go into Nathan's. He's already distressed enough. No, no, no. We can't go into any of them. Any. of them. Well, not right now. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever. We'll go when it gets dark. Absolutely not. I think we should head to the pub first. A bit of Dutch courage.

There you go, fine sir. Thank you dear fellow. That's quite all right, my splendid chap. Glad to hear it, old boy. Yeah, we can do this all day. Cheers. Cheers. What's that? Hmm? On your phone. Oh, I'm just doing a little reading on Alexander Garradev. Oh yeah. It would appear in 1933 he ceased designing and building homes. Yeah? But that doesn't make sense.

Why not? Because on the land registry files for our remaining three garadecs, they were all greenlit and completed in 1939 and one in 1940. So he quits, then pops up these three houses. Then he dies of TB in 1944. Okay. The houses seem quite... remarkable. They don't seem to have any particular history other than being conventional

residential properties. He didn't build them for, for a prince or a dignitary or even for himself, or his kin. But for whatever reason, he came out of retirement abruptly, quickly designed and built these three homes, then quit again and died. Look, I mean, his buildings are weird and kooky. Let the man have a little kook in his personal life. You know, he's bound to be a little unorthodox, isn't he? Indeed. But its past certainly doesn't make its present any clearer. I'm trying to shush, but you keep saying shush, and it's making me slip.

So shush! All right, fine, what are you going to do when you reach the window? You see there, right next to the window. That is the spot of where some ventilation was once ago. Extractor fan, perhaps. It's been sealed with expanding foam. I'm going to pull the foam away. into what I assume is the bathroom, and if my arm reaches, I will be able to undo the latch on

that window. Good luck. Thanks. Ready? One, two, three. You up? Yes, yes. I can hold all the licks bat and brickwork. It sits out a little from the others. You got it? Ah, yes, got it. Right, Now I can balance my way up the helix. Almost like steps? Very similar, yes. Only with just under an inch for each foot. Somewhat precarious. Okay, you're at the window.

Yes. Now let me just... Yes, the foam is coming away. Reaching in. God. Please, please, please tell me you can reach. Please, please tell me No one is coming.

No, nobody. Right. It's open. The window popped open. Come on up. No? What? You go in the window.

Just let me in the front door. For goodness sake. Good evening. Get in the bloody house. We'll do. Okay, wow. Yeah, same layout, isn't it? It is indeed.

A near identical to Nathan's. Growing on me. These houses. Look, helix brick pattern continues inside. Yes. Like some sort of helter-skelter house? You've said that already.

Sorry, a bit tipsy. Right, what are we looking for, mate? Because that third beer is wearing off, and now I'm getting nervous. What do these peculiar structures contain, Watson? Why are they so sought after so suddenly? It looks like it's been cleaned out of anything particularly valuable, mate. Some old screws here on the floor, strands of carpet. Great, circular staircase.

That'll do wonders for the balance. Still seems totally empty to me. Unlakely, given the unusual activity, but yes, that is the way it seems. Looks like a master bedroom? Garadeb was from a family of jewelers. Perhaps such valuables may have been stashed in the... What's that? Shh.

Where's that coming from? Downstairs. What are you talking about? We were just there. A fox or something? Ourselves, an intruder. I think in this instance, we are the intruders. Sherlock. Let us take a peek, shall we?

Just look over the sign, but do not go down there. Excellent. What? Who is it? It's a murderer. Oh, good, a murderer. That's a relief. One by one, we shall clear the infestation, dear Watson. And we start with Evans. Oh my, what? He's right there, you genius.

Come now. That's... You are so good. You are just unbelievable. Stop it, you. Do you think Moran will show up too? No. Why?

Because I don't quite understand it. Killian here has materialized before us. Right. What are you doing? I'm calling the police. You? You are calling the police. That's right.

You never do that. Do I not? No. Are you not armed, or... No. don't seem to be. Right. Okay, so which are you going to call the police?

They arrest Killian Evans and that's that. That would seem to be that. Yes. Okay, then. Metroport and police switchboard. Yes, hello. This is Sherlock Holmes. Alert your specialist crime unit and the CID for Westminster.

We have located Killian Evans. Yeah, I can see cars pulling up. No, no lines, no sirens. Good. Very good. How's things look in your end? Mr. Evans remains on his phone. Okay, it looks like they're approaching the front door.

All of them? Yeah, mate, all units. Full-on brigade to sort this, fella out, don't blame them. Can you see any officers taking the side passage like we did into the rear garden? I can't. Bagger. Come with me. To the bathroom that I climbed into.

I need to know they have units stationed at the rear exit. Oh, God. Through here. Not that I can see it. Oh, okay, well, they're probably pretty confident they've got this all sorted. Front door. Come? What are you doing?

Checking on our man. Just walking over the banister, please. Do not join in. Here they come. There he goes. What, bugger it. He's running. Of course he, bloody is.

Why haven't they covered exitways, for goodness sake? Wait. Out of the way. This is why I don't call the police. What are you doing? My job. And theirs, apparently. Do not jump out the bathroom window.

Do not. Oh. God, he jumped out the bathroom window. Great. Great. Get down here, Watson. He'll break out the back kitchen door in no time and we'll cut him off. You want me to jump out the window?

Yes, I did. I know. Oh, fine. I'm going to do it. But one of these days, mate, someone is going to get really hurt. Ah! God, I landed on something. Oh, my elbow.

landed on someone. Hello there, Killian. Feel that. That is the weight of justice, bearing down on you. No, that's my ass, actually. Oh yeah, all right, mate. Fuck off, I don't weigh that much. You're tying it too tight.

I'm not. Yes, you are. The tie should rest flush around the neck collar. It shouldn't be digging... Look, I'm not tying... You tie too tight. I'm tying it normally. You're it's it normally.

and moving around and moaning, and it's making the tight- tighter. Oh, so it's my fault. I clearly have intentions to strangle myself, do I? Strangle yourself, frame me as the culprit. Ooh, cold hands. Warm heart. They're back. Yes, I saw them this morning. The goldfinch, she'll nest in there. Watch.

Spring is here. Spring is here, my friend. Watch, she goes into that hole in the brick at 242. Camden House. Yes, that's 242 Baker Street, opposite. Yes, but it is named Camden House. They can name it all they want. They ain't selling it, not in this economy. It remains empty.

The empty house. But for our little goldfinch friends, that's exciting isn't it? The pitter-patter, well, flitter, flutter of tiny wings right across the street. And here comes the rain, great. Hello! Oh, look at you two smart, handsome gentlemen. Oh, thank you. Thank you. You're looking pretty good yourself. You've changed dress though Changed my dress Yeah, last time we went to Buckingham Palace For the original nighting ceremony

Yeah, I'm not gonna go back a month later We're wearing the same dress But I'm wearing the same suit Well that's different, you're a guy Promise? Yes, of course, I promise, you look great Aw, and look at my big handsome knight Oh, yes

Do I look the part? Yes, you do, sir The sword is yet to grace my shoulders Yeah, I know, I know, but I'm just preparing. Oh, Gregson says he can't make it, by the way, but he wants to know how you fear. Mm-hmm. And he wants to know how the heck you convince them that they should give you a second chance. Second chance, he caught another murderer, that's what did it.

Wasn't it your ass that caught the murderer? My ass flying through the air, yes. Yeah, I think my ass is eligible for an MBE at the very least. I will reply to Gregson. Thank you for the message. There's tons. So, so many messages. Really? Yep.

Kitty Winter, she sent a message. Athelny Jones, Grace Dunbar. Remember him? Of course. Thorbridge. I noted them down. So there was Fiona Oak Shot. Oh, and look, she sent a picture of Heather the goose.

Hey, oh no. I feel shame just looking at her. Sorry again, Heather. God, look at those eyes. She hasn't. forgotten. Amanda Meriwether sent a big congratulations. Hamper thing. Silas Brown, he messaged. Oh, and Bobby Knobhead, sorry, no, Robert Norbertson. He sends his regards via Carol, of course. She'll be there today. Oh, splendid. Now I really do feel honored.

Maud Bellamy, Greg Cantalmere. It's just so, like, I must have cried three times this morning. Just, I'm so proud of you. We should all be kneeling before the king. I know. And I appreciate that, and I know how you feel about this kind of thing. But you deserve this. Right? Right.

Hold that mushy moment. I've got an answer phone message. Oh, okay, but quick, the cab is outside. Yeah, run down. I'll be literally right behind you. One new message. Be right out. No one.

And down the end of the guard, it's raining. Now, I've been back in there. They're not even using it. They're not even using it. house and... Why haven't they given this guy some support? Ugh! Just quickly...

What are you doing? Do you want to sit in the front or something? No, no. I just quickly need to head over to Paddington. What? For what reason? Because the fuck it... The council...

Sorry, I'm wound up now. The council... They haven't taken Nathan in. They haven't checked on him. And he's camping in his garden in this bloody weather because he can't get back into his house. Oh my God. I know, I know.

So I'm going to go get him somewhere safe. It's literally a couple of stops. I'll probably be at Buckingham. before you. Okay. See you there. In a bit. John Watson, I'm calling on behalf of an elderly gentleman. He's fairly vulnerable. He's recently been the victim of a scam for someone to take his house. Oh God, that's awful. Yeah, yeah. And it would seem he's now somewhat spooked to enter his own property. Of course. So what I'm going to do, I'm going to go pick him up now and I'd like to get him to a nearby health centre if that's possible. Absolutely. I'm going to message you the

Hattington one now and hopefully I'll be able to arrange for a social and well-being worker to meet you. Okay, great. Thank you so much. Hello. Hello, Nathan. Nathan. It's me. It's, it's, uh, it's John. I'm just here to help. This isn't good. Um, oh, come on. Nathan, can you, can you just let me know you're in there? I can come another time. I just, you said you were in the garden, but I couldn't see. Hello? Son it. Nathan.

Nathan? Everything's fine. You're not in trouble, mate. I just have some people that can, you know, sort you out is all. It... Hell is that? Screaming and voices. He said he was hearing screaming and voices.

Hello? Hello? Is anyone up here? Does someone need help? No. Downstairs. Definitely downstairs, downstairs. Sorry, uh, listeners, I'm not talking to myself, I'm talking to you, but, well, actually, maybe it's a...

A bit of both, this is bloody weird. Undeniable, he was right, he was... Nathan was hearing these things, he was hearing them, because... Because they're happening, what the hell? I've looked in every room. It's... it's in the floor. Uh, the dusty rug. Oh, God. It's, it's okay.

It's okay. Okay, I'm coming. I'm coming to help. Fool them once. Shame on me. Fool them twice. Shame on them. You've smuggled in a microphone. Oh, I sure did. Ah, finally. Where's the bloody hell of you been? Hey, hey.

You look great. Not as good as you, nor him. Oh, come here. Night of the Realm. Not yet. Turn it up late to his own night. God, above, honestly. technically early. Technically,

Christ, if I were getting night and I would have camped out the night before. Nadia couldn't make it, mate, sorry, but we... Where's John? Our thoughts exactly. It is a mystery and not a particularly intriguing one.

What were you going to say? I can't. Not without John here. Oh, what? We got to wait? Yeah. Sorry. Oh, Carol. Carol? Carol.

Carol? Over here. Wow, this is unbelievable. The staircase has now made way for a tunnel. No water, unlike one from a few weeks ago. So that's an improvement, but still, I do not like the sound of that. No signal on my phone. Bullocks. No idea how far down I am.

I must have done like five or six hundred steps. My knees are killing me. Phone light can literally just pick out the sides of this tunnel. Everything ahead is completely black. It's just... Oh, wait. Something underfoot now. It looks like a rail, like a train rail?

Very rusted, very old. All twisted in places. So things are looking up. I guess I'm not going to get mown down by the next Bakaloo line service. I don't know if I should be happy the distant screams have stopped or concerned. Oh, you should be very concerned. Hello? Hi, I just wanted to check if everything was okay.

Oh, it is for me. Sorry, could you come a little closer? I can't see you. You wouldn't fucking want to, little man. Little man, that seems a bit provocative. I'm just trying to help me. So... Everyone is little to me. I've always been a bit on the large side. the large side. These tunnels don't make life any easier, but we fucking need them,

don't we? Yeah, every time we find a new borough, there you come, like a clueless ferret tunneling into the den of a viper. You took our fleet, and now you find us in the old garret their mail rail. Lucky you. Not many people get to see this. You fortunate fucker you. Can you please just come out of wherever you are so we can have a normal conversation and I can help...

Well, sounds pleasant, but I don't really have time for that. Oh yeah? So what do you have time for? Fortunately, my payback will be quite... Payback? Moran. And so we meet, John.

It's a shame you can't pick me out in the darkness. I would have rather liked being the last man you ever see. Just wait a second. Muzzle Flash might light me up, mind. Moran! 99. Doctor Watson.