Pursuit to Algiers

I say, take a look
at this fish bone.

Right in my soup.
A fine thing, it might
have stuck in my throat.

Just a moment.
Fish bones.
I'd rather eat
in an alley.

Go on and eat in
an alley, then.

That's where you
probably belong.

Likely as not we'll
both be poisoned.

What's up, Holmes?
I don't know yet,
but something
definitely is.

Thank you.
Fish bones.
Fellow probably was right.
Looks like something one
might find in an alley.

That's it.
What's it?
Fishbone Alley, of course.
What's the price
got to do with it?

It's not the price,
it's the numerals, 2, 6,
number 26, Fishbone Alley.

Everything these last few
minutes has been directed

towards giving
us that address.

Oh, come, Holmes,
who on earth

would go to all
that troub...

The Duchess photograph,
Duchess Brookdale's house,
Barkley Square.
About 8:00 o'clock last...
I've got it,
8:00 o'clock.
But you said you
weren't interested

in the old
trout's emeralds.

I'm not.
I've just been invited
rather surreptitiously.

I meant to appear at
Number 26 Fishbone Alley

at 8:00 o'clock tonight.
Mumbo jumbo
if you ask me,

probably no such place
as Fishbone Alley.

Oh, yes, there is;
it's off Mount Street.

7:45, we've just got
time if we walk briskly.

Good night, duckie.
Look here Holmes,
you're not thinking of
going there, are you?

Naturally, someone
must want to
see us rather badly

if they've gone
to all that trouble.

But hang on; it
may be a trap!

Well, if it is,
at least it promises
to be interesting one.

Sinister looking place.