"I sometimes wonder whether men ever really, truly grow up."
This is another superb episode, again a rather faithful adaptation which, if we can forgive Conan Doyle for perpetuating the myth of the wealthy professional beggar, is a rather clever and well-structured little mystery- unless one happens to guess the twist upon which all depends.
I hadn't noticed untill watching this adaptation that the opening sequence, with Watson helping poor Mrs Whitney with her opium addict husband, perfectly mirrors what turns out to be the case with Mrs St Clair and her own, less obviously errant husband. That's a clever piece of foreshadowing, and there's a very interesting theme of long-suffereig, responsible wives and their immature and selfish husbands. I'm not used to seeing such a clear subtext. And I trust that Conan Doyle, writing this in the 1890s, was not intentionally propagating the myth that there are professional beggars who can genuinely sustain a wealthy lifestyle.
The narrative being partly in flashback sadly reduces the screen ime a little for Jeremy Brett, who is as superlative as ever, but Edwardd Hardwicke certainly has the presence to carry scenes on his own. It's great to see the wonderful Denis Lill as Inspector Bradstreet, and Clive Francis is incredible.
So here we have yet another excellent episode. Surely we're due a dud at some point?
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