Inspector Bradstreet

Holmes and Watson investigate the disappearance of Neville St. Clair, a husband and father last seen at an opium den.

Inspector Bradstreet and a conspicuously deformed beggar figure in the inquiry.

We now take you back to the original broadcast.

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But if you're perfectly honest with us now, I'm sure that the inspector and Mr. Holmes won't be too hard on you.

No, Mr. St. Clair.

Inspector Bradstreet will, I'm sure, make notes on the information that you give us and submit them to the proper authorities.

But now, sir,

Some three hours or so afterwards we were all in the train together, bound from Reading to the little Berkshire village.

There were Sherlock Holmes, the hydraulic engineer, Inspector Bradstreet of Scotland Yard, a Plains clothesman, and myself.

Bradstreet had spread an ordnance map of the county out upon the seat, and was busy with his compass drawing a circle with Aford for its centre.

There you are, said he.

"'Well, every moment now is precious, so if you feel equal to it, "'we shall go down to Scotland Yard at once as a preliminary to starting for Iford.' Some three hours or so afterwards, we were all in the train together, bound from Reading to the little Berkshire village.

There were Sherlock Holmes, the hydraulic engineer, Inspector Bradstreet of Scotland Yard, a plain-clothes man, and myself.

Bradstreet had spread an ordnance map of the county out on the seat, and was busy with his compasses drawing a circle with Iford for its centre.

There you are, said he.

"'Who's on duty?' asked Holmes.

"'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.

Certainly, Mr. Holmes.

"'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'm sure, make notes upon anything you might tell him and submit it to the proper authorities.

The case would then never go into court at all.