Sherlock Holmes Short Stories - The Man with the Twisted Lip: Part Two

Episode Date: January 23, 2025

Just when Holmes concludes that St. Clair has met a tragic end, the man's wife produces proof that her husband is still alive. Determined to uncover the truth, Holmes and Watson embark on an early mor...ning journey through the English countryside which ends in a grimy London jail cell. There, they confront the mysterious beggar, Hugh Boone and make a shocking discovery. But as the mystery surrounding St. Clair’s disappearance unravels, Sherlock is faced with a moral dilemma…  A Noiser production, written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Narrated by Hugh Bonneville Produced by Katrina Hughes and Addison Nugent Sound Design and Audio Editing by Mirianna Latham & Thomas Pink Compositions: Dorry Macaulay and Oliver Baines Mix & Mastering: Cody Reynolds-Shaw and Liam Cameron Series Consultant: Dan Smith   For ad-free listening and early access to new episodes, join Noiser+. Click the Noiser+ banner to get started. Or, if you’re on Spotify or Android, go to noiser.com/subscriptions Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Starting point is 00:00:34 Welcome to Sherlock Holmes' Short Stories. I'm Hugh Bonneville and this is The Man with the Twisted Lip, Part 2. Last time, Dr. Watson headed to East London to retrieve one of his patients from an opium den. While there, he ran into a cleverly disguised Sherlock Holmes, who was in the process of investigating a very different case. A respectable businessman, Neville St. Clair, had vanished from this same den, spotted briefly at a window by his terrified wife, before disappearing
Starting point is 00:01:05 without a trace. All that remained were his clothes, traces of blood, and a mysterious beggar named Hugh Boone, who denied all knowledge. Holmes has grimly concluded that St. Clare is dead. But as he delivers this verdict to the missing man's wife at her home in Kent, she surprises Sherlock by producing a letter received that very day, written in her husband's hand. Sherlock Holmes sprang out of his chair as if he had been galvanized. What? He roared. Yes, today. She stood, smiling, holding up a little slip of paper in the air. May I see it?
Starting point is 00:02:00 Certainly. He snatched it from her in his eagerness, and smoothing it out upon the table, he drew over the lamp and examined it intently. I had left my chair and was gazing at it over his shoulder. The envelope was a very coarse one and was stamped with the Graves End postmark, and with the date of that very day, or rather the day before, for it was considerably after midnight. Course writing, murmured Holmes. Surely this is not your husband's writing, madam.
Starting point is 00:02:29 No, but the enclosure is. I perceive also that whoever addressed the envelope had to go and inquire as to the address. How can you tell that? The name, you see, is in perfectly black ink, which has dried itself. The rest is of the greyish colour, which shows that blotting paper has been used. If it had been written straight off and then blotted, none would be of a deep black shade. This man has written the name, and there has then been a pause before he wrote the address, which can only mean that he was not familiar with it.
Starting point is 00:03:05 It is, of course, a trifle, but there is nothing so important as trifles. Let us now see the letter. Ah, ah, there has been an enclosure here. Yes, there was a ring, his signet ring. And you are sure that this is your husband's hand? One of his hands? One? But his hand when he wrote hurriedly.
Starting point is 00:03:28 It is very unlike his usual writing, and yet I know it well. Dearest, do not be frightened, or will come well. There is a huge error which it may take some little time to rectify. Wait in patience, Neville. Written in pencil upon the flyleaf of a book, Octavo size, no watermark. Posted today in Gravesend by a man with a dirty thumb. Ah, and the flap has been gummed,
Starting point is 00:03:55 if I am not very much in error, by a person who had been chewing tobacco. And you have no doubt that it is your husband's hand, madam. None. Neville wrote those words. And they were posted today at Gravesend. Well, Mrs. St. Clair, the clouds lighten, though I should not venture to say that the danger is over. But he must be alive, Mr. Holmes.
Starting point is 00:04:19 Unless this is a clever forgery to put us on the wrong scent. The ring, after all, proves nothing. It may have been taken from him. No, no, it is, it is his very own writing. Very well. It may, however, have been written on Monday and only posted today. That is possible. If so, much may have happened between.
Starting point is 00:04:44 Oh, you must not discourage me, Mr. Holmes. I know that all is well with him. There is so keen a sympathy between us that I should know if evil came upon him. On the very day that I saw him last, he cut himself in the bedroom, and yet I, in the dining-room, rushed upstairs instantly with the utmost certainty that something had happened. Do you think that I would respond to such a trifle and yet be ignorant of his death? I have seen too much not to know that the impression of a woman may be more valuable
Starting point is 00:05:17 than the conclusion of an analytical reasoner. And in this letter you certainly have a very strong piece of evidence to corroborate your view. But if your husband is alive and able to write letters, why should he remain away from you? I cannot imagine. It is unthinkable. And on Monday he made no remarks before leaving you? No. And you were surprised to see him in Swandam Lane? Very much so. Was the window open? Yes.
Starting point is 00:05:48 Then he might have called to you. He might. He only, as I understand, gave an inarticulate cry. Yes. A call for help, you thought. Yes, he waved his hands. But it might have been a cry of surprise. Astonishment at the unexpected sight of you might cause him to throw up his hands.
Starting point is 00:06:09 It is possible. And you thought he was pulled back. Well, he disappeared so suddenly. He might have leapt back. You did not see anyone else in the room? No, but this horrible man confessed to having been there, and Lascar was at the foot of the stairs. Quite so.
Starting point is 00:06:28 Your husband, as far as you could see, had his ordinary clothes on. But without his collar or tie, I distinctly saw his bare throat. Had he ever spoken of Swandam Lane? Never. Had he ever showed any signs of having taken opium? Never. Thank you, Mrs any signs of having taken opium? Never. Thank you, Mrs. St. Clair. Those are the principal points about which I wished to be absolutely clear. We shall now have a little supper and then retire, for we may have a very busy day tomorrow.
Starting point is 00:07:03 A large and comfortable double-bedded room had been placed at our disposal, and I was quickly between the sheets, for I was weary after my night of adventure. Sherlock Holmes was a man, however, who, when he had an unsolved problem upon his mind, would go for days and even for a week without rest, turning it over, rearranging his facts, looking at it from every point of view, until he had either fathomed it or convinced himself that his data were insufficient. It was soon evident to me that he was now preparing for an all-night sitting. He took off his coat and waistcoat, put on a large blue dressing gown, and then wandered about the room collecting pillows from his bed
Starting point is 00:07:47 and cushions from the sofa and armchairs. With these, he constructed a sort of eastern divan, upon which he perched himself cross-legged, with an ounce of shagged tobacco and a box of matches laid out in front of him. In the dim light of the lamp, I saw him sitting there, an old brier pipe between his lips, his eyes fixed vacantly upon the corner of the ceiling, the blue smoke curling up from him silent, motionless, with the light shining upon his strong-set aquiline features. So he sat as I dropped off to sleep, and so he sat when a sudden exclamation caused me
Starting point is 00:08:27 to wake up, and I found the summer sun shining into the apartment. The pipe was still between his lips, the smoke still curled upward, and the room was full of a dense tobacco haze, but nothing remained of the heap of shag which I had seen upon the previous night. Awake, Watson? he asked. Yes. Game for a morning drive? Certainly. Then dress. No one is stirring yet, but I know where the stable boy sleeps, and we shall soon have the trap out. He chuckled to himself as he spoke, his eyes twinkled, and he seemed a different man to the somber thinker of the previous night. As I dressed I glanced at my watch. It was no wonder that no one was stirring. It was 25 minutes past four. I had hardly
Starting point is 00:09:14 finished when Holmes returned with the news that the boy was putting in the horse. I want to test a little theory of mine, said he pulling on his boots. I think, Watson, that you are now standing in the presence of one of the most absolute fools in Europe. I deserve to be kicked from here to Charing Cross, but I think I have the key of the affair now.' "'And where is it?' I asked, smiling.
Starting point is 00:09:39 "'In the bathroom,' he answered. "'Oh, yes, I'm not joking,' he continued, seeing my look of incredulity. I have just been there, and I have taken it out, and I have got it in this Gladstone bag. Come on, my boy, and we shall see whether it will not fit the lock. In a darkly comedic look at motherhood and society's expectations, Academy Award-nominated Amy Adams stars as a passionate artist who puts her career on hold to stay home with her young son.
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Starting point is 00:10:46 We both sprang in, and away we dashed down the London road. A few country carts were stirring, bearing in vegetables to the metropolis, but the lines of villas on either side were as silent and lifeless as some city in a dream. "'It has been in some points a singular case, said Holmes, flicking the horse on into a gallop. I confess that I have been as blind as a mole, but it is better to learn wisdom late than never to learn it at all. In town, the earliest risers were just beginning to look sleepily from their windows as we
Starting point is 00:11:22 drove through the streets of the Surrey side. Passing down the Waterloo Bridge Road, we crossed over the river and, dashing up Wellington Street, wheeled sharply to the right and found ourselves in Bow Street. Sherlock Holmes was well known to the force, and the two constables at the door saluted him. One of them held the horse constables at the door saluted him. One of them held the horse's head while the other led us in. Who is on duty? asked Homes. Inspector Bradstreet, sir. Ah, Bradstreet, how are you? A tall stout official had come down the stone-flagged passage in a peaked cap and frogged jacket. I wish to have a quiet word with you, Bradstreet.
Starting point is 00:12:05 Certainly, Mr. Holmes, step into my room here. It was a small office-like room with a huge ledger upon the table and a telephone projecting from the wall. The inspector sat down at his desk. What can I do for you, Mr. Holmes? I called about that beggar man, Boone, the one who was charged with being concerned in the disappearance of Mr. Neville St. Clair of Lee. Yes, he was brought up and remanded for further inquiries. So I heard, you have him here? In the, "'In the cells.' "'Is he quiet?'
Starting point is 00:12:45 "'Oh, he gives no trouble, but he is a dirty scoundrel.' "'Dirty?' "'Yes, it is all we can do to make him wash his hands, and his face is as black as a tinker's. Well, when once his case has been settled he will have a regular prison bath, and I think if you saw him you would agree with me that he needed it.' "'I should like to see him very much. Would you? That is easily done. Come this way. You can leave your bag. No, I think that I'll take it.
Starting point is 00:13:14 Very good. Come this way if you please. He led us down a passage, opened a barred door, passed down a winding stair, and brought us to a whitewashed corridor with a line of doors on each side. The third on the right is his, said the inspector. Here it is. He quietly shot back a panel in the upper part of the door and glanced through.
Starting point is 00:13:41 He is asleep, said he. You can see him very well.' We both put our eyes to the grating. The prisoner lay with his face towards us in a very deep sleep, breathing slowly and heavily. He was a middle-sized man, coarsely clad, as became his calling with a colored shirt protruding through the rent in his tattered coat. He was, as the inspector had said, extremely dirty, but the grime which covered his face could not conceal its repulsive ugliness.
Starting point is 00:14:13 A broad wheel from an old scar ran right across it from eye to chin, and by its contraction had turned up one side of the upper lip, so that three teeth were exposed in a perpetual snarl. A shock of very bright red hair grew low over his eyes and forehead. "'He's a beauty, isn't he?' said the inspector. "'He certainly needs a wash,' remarked Holmes. "'I had an idea that he might, and I took the liberty of bringing the tools with me. He opened the Gladstone bag as he spoke, and took out, to my astonishment, a very large
Starting point is 00:14:52 bath-sponge. "'Ha, ha, ha! Oh, you are a funny one,' chuckled the Inspector. Now, if you will have the great goodness to open that door very quietly, we will soon make him cut a much more respectable figure." "'Well, I don't know why not,' said the inspector. "'He doesn't look a credit to the Bow Street cells, does he?' He slipped his key into the lock, and we all very quietly entered the cell."
Starting point is 00:15:20 The sleeper half turned, and then settled down once more into a deep slumber. Holmes stooped to the water jug, moistened his sponge, and then rubbed it twice vigorously across and down the prisoner's face. Let me introduce you, he shouted, to Mr Neville St. Clair of Lee in the county of Kent. Lee in the county of Kent. Never in my life had I seen such a sight. The man's face peeled off under the sponge like the bark from a tree. Gone was the coarse brown tint, gone too was the horrid scar which had seamed it across, and the twisted lip which had given the repulsive sneer to the face. A twitch brought away the tangled
Starting point is 00:16:05 red hair, and there, sitting up in his bed, was a pale, sad-faced, refined-looking man, black-haired and smooth-skinned, rubbing his eyes and staring about him with sleepy bewilderment. Then suddenly realizing the exposure, he broke into a scream and threw himself down with his face to the pillow. Great heavens! cried the inspector. It is indeed the missing man. I know him from the photograph. The prisoner turned with the reckless air of a man who abandons himself to his destiny.
Starting point is 00:16:43 Be it so, said he, and pray, and what am I charged with? With making away with Mr. Neville's... Oh, come, you can't be charged with that unless they make a case of attempted suicide of it, said the inspector with a grin. Well, I have been 27 years in the force, but this really takes the cake. I have been twenty-seven years in the force, but this really takes the cake. If I am Mr. Neville St. Clair, then it is obvious that no crime has been committed and that therefore I am illegally detained. No crime, but a very great error has been committed," said Holmes. "'You would have done better to have trusted your wife.'
Starting point is 00:17:22 It was not the wife, it was the children, groaned the prisoner. God help me. I would not have them ashamed of their father. My God, what an exposure! What can I do? Sherlock Holmes sat down beside him on the couch and patted him kindly on the shoulder. If you leave it to a court of law to clear the matter up," said he, of course you can hardly avoid publicity. On the other hand, if you convince the police authorities that there is no possible case against you, I do not know that there is any reason that the details should find their way into the papers. Inspector Bradstreet would, I am sure, make notes upon anything which you might tell us and submit it to the proper authorities.
Starting point is 00:18:07 The case would then never go into court at all. God bless you! cried the prisoner passionately. I would have endured imprisonment, I even execution, rather than have left my miserable secret as a family blot to my children. You are now the first who have ever heard my story. My father was a schoolmaster in Chesterfield where I received an excellent education. I travelled in my youth, took to the stage, and finally became a reporter on an evening paper in London. stage and finally became a reporter on an evening paper in London. One day my editor wished to have a series of articles upon begging in the metropolis
Starting point is 00:18:50 and I volunteered to supply them. There was the point from which all my adventures started. It was only by trying begging as an amateur that I could get the facts upon which to base my articles. When an actor, I had, of course, learned all the secrets of making up, and had been famous in the green room for my skill. I took advantage now of my attainments. I painted my face, and to make myself as pitiable as possible, I made a good scar, and fixed one side of my lip in a twist by the aid of a small slip of flesh-colored plaster. Then, with a red head of hair and an appropriate dress, I took my station in the business part
Starting point is 00:19:33 of the city, ostensibly as a match seller, but really as a beggar. For seven hours I plied my trade. Spear of Barthendam. God bless you, sir. When I returned home in the evening, I found to my surprise that I had received no less than 26 shillings and fourpence. I wrote my articles and thought little more of the matter until, sometime later, I backed a bill for a friend and had a writ served upon me for 25 pounds. I was at my wit's end where to get the money, but a sudden idea came to me. I begged to Fortnight's Grace from the creditor, asked for a holiday from my employers, and spent the time in begging in the city under my disguise. In ten days I had the money and had paid the debt.
Starting point is 00:20:25 Well, you can imagine how hard it was to settle down to arduous work at two pounds a week, when I knew that I could earn as much in a day by smearing my face with a little paint, laying my cap on the ground, and sitting still. It was a long fight between my pride and the money, but the dollars won at last and I threw up reporting, and sat day after day in the corner which I had first chosen, inspiring pity by my ghastly face, and filling my pockets with coppers. Only one man knew my secret. He was the keeper of a low den in which I used to lodge in Swandam Lane, where I could
Starting point is 00:21:09 every morning emerge as a squalid beggar and in the evenings transform myself into a well-dressed man about town. This fellow, Lascar, was well paid by me for his room, so that I knew that my secret was safe in his possession. Well, very soon I found that I was saving considerable sums of money. I do not mean that any beggar in the streets of London could earn seven hundred pounds a year, which is less than my averaged hikings, but I had exceptional advantages in my power of making up and also in a facility of repartee,
Starting point is 00:21:46 which improved by practice and made me quite a recognized character in the city. All day a stream of pennies, varied by silver, poured in upon me, and it was a very bad day in which I failed to take two pounds. As I grew richer I grew more ambitious, took a house in the country, and eventually married without anyone having a suspicion as to my real occupation. My dear wife knew that I had business in the city. She little knew what. At last Monday, I had finished for the day and was dressing in my room above the opium den when I looked out of the day and was dressing in my room above the opium den
Starting point is 00:22:25 when I looked out of my window and saw to my horror and astonishment that my wife was standing in the street with her eyes fixed full upon me. I gave a cry of surprise, threw up my arms to cover my face, and, rushing to my confidant, the lascar, entreated him to prevent anyone from coming up to me. I heard her voice downstairs, but I knew that she could not ascend. Swiftly I threw off my clothes, pulled on those of a beggar, and put on my pigments and wig. Even a wife's eyes could not pierce so complete a disguise. But then it occurred to me that there might be a search in the room and that the clothes might
Starting point is 00:23:03 betray me. I threw open the window, and that the clothes might betray me. I threw open the window, reopening by my violence a small cut which I had inflicted upon myself in the bedroom that morning. Then I seized my coat which was weighed by the coppers which I had just transferred to it from the leather bag in which I carried my takings. I hurled it out of the window, and it disappeared into the Thames. The other clothes would have followed, but at that moment there was a rush of constables up the stair and a few minutes after I found, rather I confess to my relief, that instead
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Starting point is 00:24:14 I do not know that there is anything else for me to explain. I was determined to preserve my disguise as long as possible, and hence my preference for a dirty face. Knowing that my wife would be terribly anxious, I slipped off my ring and confided it to the lascar at a moment when no constable was watching me, together with a hurried scrawl, telling her that she had no cause to fear.
Starting point is 00:24:42 That note only reached her yesterday,' said Holmes. Good God! What a week she must have spent!" "'The police have watched this, Lascar,' said Inspector Bradstreet, and I can quite understand that he might find it difficult to post a letter unobserved. Probably he handed it to some sailor customer of his, who forgot all about it for some days. "'That was it,' said Holmes, nodding approvingly. "'I have no doubt of it. But have you never been prosecuted for begging?' Many times. But what was a fine to me?'
Starting point is 00:25:21 "'It must stop here, however,' said Bradstreet, "'if the police are to hush this thing up, there must be no more of Hugh Boone. I have sworn it by the most solemn oaths which a man can take. In that case, I think that it is probable that no further steps may be taken. But if you are found again, then all must come out. I am sure, Mr. Holmes, that we are very much indebted to you for having cleared the matter up. I wish I knew how you reach your results."
Starting point is 00:25:58 "'I reached this one,' said my friend, by sitting upon five pillows and consuming an ounce of shag. I think, Watson, that if we drive to Baker Street, we shall just be in time for breakfast. Next time on Sherlock Holmes Short Stories, we embark on one of Watson and Holmes most unsettling cases, the adventure of the engineer's thumb. When a young hydraulic engineer staggers into Watson's surgery at dawn with his thumb brutally severed, his tale seems almost too fantastic to be believed. A midnight summons, a mysterious German mechanic and a strange machine with
Starting point is 00:26:46 an enigmatic purpose. As Watson and Holmes delve deeper into the mystery, they uncover an unlikely conspiracy hidden deep within the English countryside. But will they catch the culprits before another unsuspecting engineer falls victim to the shadowy operation. Find out next time. Can't wait a week until the next episode? Well, listen to it right away by subscribing to Noiza Plus. Head to www.noiza.com slash subscriptions for more information or click the link in the episode description. Breaking news happens anywhere, anytime. Police have warned the protesters repeatedly. Get back. CBC News brings the story to you, live. Hundreds of wildfires are burning. Be the first to know what's going on and what that means for you and for Canada.
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