The Three Gables - Part Three

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Langdale, this could be serious.

Oh, without doubt.

A gossip is serious business, detective.

Why can't you tell us?

He's too good.

Who is the master detective here?

I wouldn't want to spoil his Christmas and give the whole thing away now, would I?

It's about information.

Isn't it always?

Barney was wrong.

It wasn't a hit job.

Mm-hmm.

Something needs to be destroyed.

Something at the three gables.

Mm-hmm.

The key is the East Wing.

Everything.

Everything.

Every item in the property.

Nothing owned by the Hospital Trust, obviously, but in the East Wing, there's belongings, personal effects, and the like of the Maybellies.

Happens all the time.

Goodness.

Can't she just enter and remove the belongings?

The buyer buyer will flat out will not allow it.

I tried taking it out of the contract, actually, but they won't have it.

The legal agreement that they've drawn up prohibits anybody from removing anything at all from the property.

Come, down this hallway, we'll eventually reach the...

Where are we?

Third floor entrance to the Elm Ward.

Lovely.

You know, the staff won't let us just walk in.

If they wish to chaperoon, that is fine.

I just need a good look at the rooms in that east wing.

Holy shit, the lights have gone.

The hallway lights, Sherlock.

Yes, I know.

It.

They should be motion sensor.

I don't understand.

Let's just go back.

Wait.

Shh.

What is that?

What is that?

I...

Can't see.

In the darkness.

Shit!

Someone is coming down the hallway, Sherlock.

What do we do?

Sherlock, what do we do?

I knew it.

John, is that you?

I can't.

I can't see you.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Watson, this is serious.

This?

This is not the event space.

This is a children's hospital.

There's eight signs that say staff only.

Yes, I observed them.

Thank you, Doctor.

Oh, and what did you deduce, detective?

John, please, just.

Look.

We're about to go into the children's hospital.

You what?

Where's the light switch?

The children's hospitals.

Why are you a tree?

To cheer up the children.

What the hell are you?

I'm an elf.

I knew this would happen.

You knew I'd dress as a Christmas tree to get into a children's ward.

No, a case.

I knew you two would try and work a case.

Cases must be solved, Watson.

You can come along if you want.

Oh, right.

Yeah, sure.

Oh, hey, look, kids.

It's the Christmas tree and her elf friend.

And there's their smart casual mate with with a gin and tonic.

We have a Santa costume.

When we were gone astray.

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.

Oh, tidings of comfort joy.

Oh, we're so good.

Oh, lovely.

Look at your face.

I love it.

Yes, they are presents.

See?

If you take them into Ashward, Liz.

Yeah, okay.

They'll be awake.

It'll be lovely.

Older kids, right?

Yeah, you won't get much on this ward at this time.

Ashward, remind me.

Last time we did this.

East Wing, through the double doors, down the hallway, alright?

East Wing, excellent.

But they're individual rooms.

You might have your work cut out.

Oh,

Great.

Oh, come, let us adore him.

Oh, come, let us adore him.

Oh, come, let us adore him.

Christ

the Lord.

Anything?

Nothing taking my attention.

Next room.

Merry Christmas.

Bye-bye.

I'm a tree.

Away

in a range,

no crib for a bed.

The

little

Jesus said

thou sick.

Well,

nope.

O little

town of Eli

How still be seen lie

Above lighted bed in dreams to sleep the silent stars

Next, Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Sleep in heavenly peace.

Wow.

This one actually fell asleep.

Good.

Because this room.

This room is different to the others.

Sorry, what?

It's footprint.

Look at it.

Our other rooms, equilateral, with right angles, functional commercial spaces.

But this uneven.

Yes, and plenty of plasterboard.

That means most repaired.

Therefore, most damaged.

And thus, the heart of the blaze from all those years ago.

Look at that boxing around the coving along the ceiling.

Uh-huh.

Sorry, what is going on?

A man called Benny Mayberly died mysteriously in Rome a few years ago.

He was dating a young woman called Georgia Klein.

Uh, she now works for her mother.

Isadora Klein.

Yes, no, I've seen the documentary, unfortunately.

You have?

Yeah, yeah, it was crap.

But I've watched nearly everything on Netflix, to be honest.

I think I think we should try out Apple.

Did you glean anything?

No, I did not glean anything.

Nothing?

Apart from the fact that she's a self-important fashion mogul wanker.

Oh, sorry.

Ah, go back to sleep.

Sleep in heavenly peace.

John, after Benny's death, she tried to get this place burned down.

Ah, yeah, the fire.

Now she's trying to purchase the freehold.

Throwing everything at the purchase, even though it's protected by the local authority because of its current leaseholder, the Hospital Trust.

And Marie Maybely's poor health.

And right, get this.

When I posted that we were coming to the Three Gables, somebody tried to to attack Sherlock.

Then the cab driver tried to take us elsewhere.

Then, uh, uh, a prawn.

A prawn?

Right, and uh, what what did the prawn do?

Did it mug you?

Call your names.

Do you need me to go and speak to the prawn's parents?

It was expired.

Or contaminated?

Or whatever.

Look, something is in this building still from when Marie Maberly lived here, John.

And the client wanted they want it bad.

It's really difficult to take you seriously when you're dressed as a tree.

Yeah, okay, Santa.

Langdale said it was information.

She's not buying a freehold.

She's buying a scandal.

What are you doing?

This was once a members' club.

Then it was a townhouse.

Blueprints of both are still visible.

The garish lobby from its first form.

Then this tight room.

Living quarters bricked off from one another to conserve heat.

Think about the rooms we've been in.

They all had steel beams inserted to create new walls for its new purpose as a hospital.

This room does not.

You just said it was all plaster.

The shape.

I come back to the shape.

This here,

this wall.

That's.

Yes, that's a chimney breast under there.

This room would have held a log fire.

But there's boxed in pipes.

So.

possibly bathroom.

We need a room with no sign of pipework.

But

it will feed off this chimney cavity.

What do you mean?

Come.

It's quite hard to walk, Santa.

Mate, there's a big podgy belly for a start.

I'm a tree.

Imagine how I feel.

Yeah, I sympathize with you.

At least he's a bloody elf.

I've never known him to be so light-footed.

It'll be down here.

Sherlock, just.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

These stupid feet.

Stupid itchy beard.

This room.

It's a staff only.

Well, if it was that important, they'd lock it.

Come, come.

Go, go.

I said I didn't want any cases.

Fine.

Stay out here.

Oh, I want to come.

Yes.

Here we have it.

Uh, storage room.

No pipes.

Original ceiling height.

And I'd say...

Floorboards, too.

What's the deal with the pipes?

Why do you care so much?

What room wouldn't need them, Watson?

Uh, lounge, sitting-room type thing?

Back then, the upper classes liked them tight, like snugs.

This room is too tall to contain the heat.

Why would it be tall?

Too, uh

to hold something.

Like what?

Uh, books?

Shelving for books?

A study.

Ah, of course.

Right, why do we care about a study?

Exactly.

Scandals, impropriety, and shame often live on the page, and the actions of our perpetrators are very

offline.

Wouldn't you agree?

I guess.

Important documents in studies.

Where would one place them?

And more significantly for us and for the Kleins, where would they still be intact and secure?

A safe.

A safe indeed.

Oh, that's great work, mate.

Thank you.

But I don't see a safe in here.

No, you wouldn't, because it's under here.

The soft, spongy spots on this floorboard denote that it is rotting, and the screws galvanic corrosion.

Something, I'd say a thick exposed metal in the area, is rusting.

But for now, the floorboards are weakened, and therefore, it comes up rather easy and reveals a safe.

Oh.

What?

There's no.

Um.

Ah, let me get my phone light.

Yes,

there's no

safe.

Uh, this board here is kind of weak, too.

Let me let me try and.

Uh, oh, uh, John, hold my back.

Yeah, I'll do that.

You two keep ripping up floorboards in a children's hospital.

Well, you know, we boxed up the fireplace in this room, just behind those storage boxes.

Quite nice, really.

I suppose don't really need to box it up in here.

No need for the old health and safety because it's not housing any youngsters.

In this storage room.

Yeah, let me take a look at this thing.

Maybe someone left some scandalous documents in the fireplace years ago.

No, of course not.

Of course they didn't.

This whole thing is bloody stupid.

Hey, hey, hey, the ones going to the fireplace are loose too.

Lift!

Yeah, and it.

Hey, that floor ball!

Oh!

Fuck!

Oh!

Fuckerty fuck!

I fell down the chimney!

Oh my god, John!

Are you okay?

You wankers!

You absolute wankers!

Ah, God, I'm so sorry.

John, climb back up the chimney.

It should be narrow.

I'll piss off.

I hate you, and I hate this Christmas.

Jingle bells.

Jingle bells.

Jingle.

Fucking pissing arsing bells.

But of a Christmas?

I.

It.

Um.

Ho, ho, ho.

Hawking.

Oh, that's a lot of

soot.

You're early.

I'm what?

Sorry?

It's not Christmas yet.

Ah, ye-

yes.

Uh, so.

Just doing a little

um wreck-y.

You know, to sort of, uh, yeah, get my bearings and just report back to the elves.

And, uh, yeah, yeah, this this room looks easy enough.

I'll sign this one off.

Tick.

Anyway,

better shoot off.

Don't want my sleigh to get a parking fine.

Don't think I'm you less compliant.

Ho ho ho ho ho.

Get down here and pull me up.

Just wedge your feet and climb upwards.

Is that your sack?

I oh, no, this is

my um

handbag.

Oh.

Will you come back on Christmas?

Oh, absolutely.

With what I wished for?

In the letter.

Oh, yes, of course.

That

thing, yes.

Do you remember what it was?

I um

quite a lot on my plate this time of year.

It um oh, come on, Nick, think now.

Um,

it was the switch.

The switch, of course.

Ho ho ho!

Right, see ya.

And both jackets.

The one with sequins and the denim one.

Of course, yep.

The guitar, the drone.

Guitar, drone, yep, sure.

And the really cool beanie with the wig.

The beanie with the wig?

This wig is a donated one.

And it's so itchy.

And it leaves blotchy bits on my head.

Look.

Right.

Right.

Oh, yes.

The elves

are making your wig right now.

Yes.

Thank you.

Thank you for being so brave.

It's

just the inspiration I need

to deliver everything this year.

You better go.

Yes, yeah, merry.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

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Yeah, I yeah.

Oh, wait, wait.

I see something.

I think I see it safe.

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But what do we do with it?

Oh, excuse me.

Sorry.

We expose her.

Yeah, but ow, sorry.

Yeah, but can I just how, Sherlock?

We'll go to the press.

They're just gonna reach out to her for a response, and then she'll get her super lawyers to shut it down.

What makes you so sure?

Because this is how these people operate.

Exactly, right?

There's a part in the documentary, and here on my phone.

Is it about here?

She is there.

and we can get on with things right away.

Well we've had plenty of karaoke from some of our favourites Rory and Alistair.

Fantastic.

But I've just spotted certain podcasters trying to get out before they get called up.

You know I'm talking about you not Sherlock and go.

I see you.

Christmas karaoke, come on, get up here for a good cause.

This is like my worst nightmare.

Oh, just stay perfectly still.

Maybe they'll focus on something else.

Go on, guys.

Go sing.

Shut up, Richard.

Come on up to the stage, all three of you.

Come on, come and pick your song.

Oh, God.

Yes, I would usually recoil myself, but

this will be rather helpful.

Sherlock, no, wait, no, wait, Sherlock.

Look, we can't do the carol singing act up here, mate.

They want the big ones.

You know, they want Mariah Carey.

They want Slade and Wizard.

I mean, I could maybe, maybe do the Pogues if Mariana did the Kirsty McCottons.

Sherlock!

Sherlock!

Please, Sherlock, please get off the stage.

Come on.

Oh, boy.

Here they are, everyone.

Sherlock and go.

Give him a round of applause.

Hello.

Uh, hi, hi.

Merry Christmas.

Hi, hi, yeah.

Right, show of hands.

Who wants the Pogues and who wants E17?

Because I'm a little torn

Good evening, everyone.

I apologise that we have missed a lot of the party, the dinner, and I believe the majority of the karaoke, but we've been working a case.

And if you don't mind, I'd very much like to wrap it up.

Oh,

okay.

Well, um, if you have to go, uh, Sherlock Holmes, everyone!

No, no, don't worry.

After a little revelation from my doctor friend here just moments ago, I believe I can wrap it up.

Right now.

You can?

I can.

Okay, everyone.

A little festive fun.

Can you see what this is?

It's a safe!

It is a safe indeed.

It belonged to a Benny Mayberly, whose mother, Marie Maberly, owns the freehold on this building.

Her family lived in this property when it was a residence.

Sadly, Marie is now in a home, and I'm fairly confident given given her degenerating mental faculties, she wouldn't be all that helpful in opening up this safe.

Now, it would be fair to ask the question, why?

Why would we want to open this safe?

Well,

six years ago, Marie Mabelie's son and the owner of this safe, Benny, died in an apparent suicide in Rome.

He fell.

in front of a moving subway train.

He was there with his girlfriend, Georgia.

Georgia Klein, daughter of Isadora Klein.

Hands up, who knows who?

Oh, okay, right.

The whole room.

I notice one hand down.

We'll come to you at the end.

Don't look their way.

Look at me, please.

Thank you.

Shortly after Benny's death, a young criminal by the name of Barney Stockdale was tasked with burning this place to the ground.

The results of his blaze were inconclusive and he was arrested.

Believing her belongings to be destroyed and with mental and physical decline on the way, Marie Mayberly donated the property with a 400-year lease to the Three Gables Hospital Trust.

Yes, a good act and a good thing we are doing here tonight.

And we can give the hospital their best financial gift yet, if we can get this safe open.

So, who would like to play?

Well, let's get to it.

Marie Mayberly was in part correct.

All her belongings were destroyed.

But her son's, on the other hand, not quite.

His safe remained wedged where he had left it, in the nook of a chimney cavity.

You see, Barney Stopdale was a bad arsonist and an even worse gossip.

Knowing that his fire had been cut short, he spoke of nothing else while behind bars.

Word spread, and his client was once again left flailing in desperation to destroy

whatever this safe possesses.

And sadly, ladies and gentlemen, I have to say they are very close.

Very close indeed.

A signing of a legal agreement away, in fact, of getting this safe in their own hands.

But Christmas has interrupted them, like it does so many professional commitments.

It has hit a festive hiatus, and now we find ourselves with the opportunity to make our big donation.

So, how do we open Benny Maybely's safe?

The dial here, I'm afraid, it's six digits, not four.

But don't worry, I'll make sure I prod us along nicely.

What do we think?

What?

What?

What about a birthday?

Benny Mably's birthday.

He was born on the 18th of March.

1803.

He was 25 when he died in 2018.

So born in 9393.

Ooh, nothing I'm afraid.

The girl's birthday, yeah.

I can tell you, I've tried it, and that's a no as well.

No birthdays.

I thought for a moment it could be addresses.

I researched hastily upstairs for the grand London homes of the Mayberlys.

14 Avenue Road in St.

John's Wood.

21 Ashburton Place in Mayfair.

And of course, here, the Three Gables, which building number for postal reasons is 73.

So 14, 21, 73.

His addresses through his life.

No.

So, no birthdays, no house numbers.

Quite tricky indeed.

I would like all the millennials to put their hands up.

Let me see some millennials.

Ah, yes, there you all are.

Look.

Cash poor, tired.

The ones with young children, anyway.

And now I see some hair is going and metabolisms are slowing down.

That's life, I'm afraid.

Millennials have an intimate relationship with technology, particularly one aspect of it, advancement, change.

Most of them in this room could tell you their best friend's phone number from 20 years ago because they had to type it out on a landline.

They could tell you what computer viruses were like, how AOL would greet them, and nearly all of them, much to their dismay, could sing you the hamster dance song.

Please don't.

These things mattered then.

They don't now.

But that's not how our brains work.

Yes, they're brilliant thinking machines and factories of concepts, but they have their flaws.

For Marie Mably, her brain leaks memories and thoughts by the day.

For us, we wish more than anything that some recollections, memories of embarrassment, of pain, would leak out much the same and wash away for good.

But things stay.

Things that matter, things that don't.

I recall when I first typed on a computer keyboard.

Every word I heard in conversation, I would type it out in my head.

Musical notes, I would see the violin strings in my head.

These cognitive compulsions eventually become useless and annoying.

Much like the knowledge of how to type on a T9 numerical keyboard.

To even do it without looking.

Mariana, your phone, please.

The dumb phone.

Uh, there.

Yes, thank you.

To convey a message of text on these clicky little buttons on a 3x4 grid, T9.

Text 9.

Texting on 9 keys.

Words become numbers, held in muscle memory.

Benny's name, I forgot to note, is not B-E-N-N-Y,

but B-E-N-N-I-E.

Six letters.

Two,

Three, six, six, four.

Three.

Correct.

The man with the foggy glasses and greying hair has it.

No letters on number one, of course.

So B equals two, E equals three,

N equals six, N equals six, I equals four,

E equals three.

Ladies and gentlemen, our safe is unlocked.

And what do we have inside?

Stay where you are!

Who are you talking to, mate?

Our big fan, apparently.

What?

Who?

A woman that greeted us with nauseating enthusiasm as we entered this evening.

A fan of the show.

I'm sure you all have them with your own particular productions.

But this fan didn't seem quite right.

No makeup.

Fine, I suppose, in isolation, but not in further context.

Tattoos covered, thick glasses with a price sticker hastily ripped off, hair tucked away under a hat.

Yet the nails, the jewellery, the shoes all of exceptional value.

The very essence of glamour.

Quite the clash.

We have a woman worth nearly 300 million in our midst, everyone.

Masquerading as an over-eager podcast fan, all to try and remain in control.

Because that's how you built your empire, is it not, Isadora?

Control, intensive observation, perfectionism.

You couldn't stand the idea of me not being deterred tonight.

You had to ensure it yourself.

To micromanage.

Well, I don't blame you.

Steve Dixie, a dodgy cab driver, Barney Stockdale, and, of course, a prawn.

They did rather let you down.

Back to our safe.

Inside, we have.

No!

No!

It's an open mic.

If you could wait your turn.

Don't do it!

Don't worry, he won't sing, will you, John?

What a dumb, you bastard!

I usually don't encourage this sort of thing, but if as many people as possible could record Isadora Klein's reaction on their phones, it will very much come in handy for the police.

Please!

Please!

A letter right here from the office of Isadora Klein

to Master Neighborly.

It's false!

It is fake!

My daughter's adoration,

but my boy Prince,

my lover.

No!

Stop!

Whenever you read this letter, I want you to feel my presence in your heart.

Feel my eyes burning into yours.

Feel my hands gripping your...

I'll skip that bit.

Ooh, and that bit.

Throbbing.

Nope.

This is none of your business.

There's pictures as well.

I'll keep those in this little envelope.

So we were in love, so what?

Yes.

Seems rather cruel of me, doesn't it?

Well, it did until I read more about the night of Benny's demise and the background of your disgusting daughter.

Why is it, Isadora, that when Benny, while stood next to his girlfriend at a platform, somehow ended up under a train and subsequently died?

Why is it you did not attend his funeral?

Your boy prince, your lover?

Fine, you don't have to attend as a bit on the side, but not even to support your daughter.

Shut up!

In fact, you weren't pictured with your daughter for months after.

Quite the fallout.

At a time when we need our loved ones most.

Why the fallout?

Could it be that witnesses from that night in Rome were correct?

That there was a quarrel?

A quarrel as a young girl discovered her boyfriend's lover was her own mother?

Your legal prowess is quite something, Isadora.

It's why I ask everyone document this as thoroughly as possible.

You know how to get your way in the courts.

She wasn't arrested for an eco-protest, was she, Isadora?

Your daughter assaulted an apparent friend of hers and left her with 17 stitches across her face.

Leave her alone!

From the sounds of her, I absolutely will, Miss Klein, but I don't think the police will.

No, no, no!

Not to spoil the reveal, but she'll be down for murder and you'll get accessory possibly and obstruction of justice definitely.

You might see some time for that arson as well.

It's rather cold out, Isadora.

You may want to grab a...

She's gone.

Quiet now.

Shh!

Please, your podcasters, right?

No one to shut up.

Thank you.

Thank you kindly.

Our final donation of this evening.

We have a hard drive labeled, Should Anything Happen to Me.

Seems that Benny was aware of the Klein rage.

This, everyone, is what is known as a cold storage drive.

for a rather healthy amount of Bitcoin and cryptocurrency that Benny would like to see given to a deserving cause.

And I can't think of one more deserving than this wonderful place.

Thank you for listening.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night.

Cheers, you two.

Cheers.

Cheers.

To those brave kids.

Absolutely.

Yeah.

And to Benny and Marie Maybelly.

Good people.

Cheers to that.

And to Mary Morstan.

Bravery and goodness.

Personified.

To Mary Morstan.

To Mary.

Well done, guys.

Really,

really well done.

Thank you.

You found the safe.

Yeah, yeah, by accident, but

thanks.

Yeah, I will take that.

Quite the donation.

How many um bitcoins or whatever was on the drive?

Around 1500.

Ooh, nice.

Oh, cool, cool.

What's a bitcoin worth?

Like a hundred quid or something?

Let me google it.

How

much

is a

bit coin?

Huh.

Watson, you've gone rather pale.

He said to a deserving cause, you can't be mad.

I'm a deserving cause, too.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

You look like you're going to be sick.

Wait, that's £150 million at current value.

I just gave that away, did I?

Benny Maybely did, really.

God's sake, I'm not even going to get a plaque, am I?

Stop laughing.

Sorry, I can't help it.

It's not funny.

Stop.

Merry Christmas, you guys.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Ooh, I'm gonna get a picture of us.

Where is it where?

Hey.

What?

What is that in your bag?

Oh, it.

Uh, you.

Now, listen.

Sherlock, Sherlock said I should bring the mic.

Sherlock,

you hate bringing the mic.

Yes, but I said it was for you.

Oh, for me?

For the guy who said he didn't want an adventurer out.

He was looking after the future you.

Who would look after you?

What are you looking after him for?

I feel like I'm getting a lot of the blame here.

Well, you did say.

Hold on, wait.

What?

Richard Osmond has come.

Where?

Oh, crap.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Jingle bells, jingle bells.

You can get in touch.

Doc JWatson MD on Twitter and Blue Sky, and Sherlock and Co.

Pod, all one word, on Instagram and TikTok.

We'd love to hear from you.

That was so good, Sherlock.

Was it?

Mm-hmm.

Perfect.

Perfect.

Uh, what?

You said it was gonna be crap.

Uh, what?

You said you'd do the intro, you'd try your best, but it wouldn't be as good as my ones.

Is everything okay, John?

No.

Why are you too good at this?

This this is my thing.

But you said you're not doing this adventure.

I'm not, but we'd love to hear from you.

What was all that about?

We would.

Oh, piss off.

Shall we do that again?

Nah, we nailed it.

It was perfect.