"The game is afoot!”
This is, perhaps, one of the finer episodes, where the production and acting are very much on form in an adaptation of what is, while perhaps not one of the more well known of Conan Doyle’s short stories, certainly one of the better ones.
I’m blogging the series, not the short stories; I’ve read everything Conan Doyle ever write featuring Holmes (and, I must confess, absolutely none of his other stuff, which would have annoyed him) at least once, but in all cases some time ago. And that “some time ago” you just read was written by a man of forty-three years.
However, I simply have to comment on the story here. Conan Doyle was never really one for the “rules” of murder mysteries; said rules were only codified by Father Knox in 1928 after all, the year after Conan Doyle finished writing Holmes. Yet here we have what looks like a classic mystery of a murdered squire in a country house, with a billiard room to boot... and the killer turns out to be some randomer we hadn’t previously met. And Holmes lets him off. Incredibly, it’s all quite satisfying because of this precisely because the question isn’t so much whodunit as how and why. Things were more fluid before Father Knox came along with his rules.
This is a superb production, of course, and Brett is magnificent; I particularly love his discomfort as Lady B hugs him, and as ever he delivers Conan Doyle’s lines with depth and character. Hardwicke, in his first filmed episode, impresses too. The whole series seems as good as ever at this point.
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