找关于夏洛克·福尔摩斯的英文小短篇（急）
高一水准……不要太难。文章中不能出现夏洛克·福尔摩斯的英文发音，我是读文，然后叫人猜我说的是谁……
自己写也可以的，就是不要出现语法错误……星期二我就要了，真的很急……
我的不是短文，是电台播放的录音可以吗？ 你可以模仿他说话的口气，让同学猜。
MUSIC INTRO
ANNOUNCER:
Cramel Hair Tonic and Cramel Shampoo present the new adventures of Sherlock Holmes, starring Nigel Bruce as Dr. Watson, and Tom Conway as Sherlock Holmes.
MUSIC UP AND UNDER
ANNOUNCER:
Now once again it's time to keep that weekly appointment with our good friend and host, Dr. Watson. Good evening, Dr. Watson.
WATSON:
Good evening, Mr. Bell. As usual you're punctual to the minute. Pull up a chair and make yourself comfortable.
BELL:
Thank you.
WATSON:
That's it.
BELL:
I see that you have the old black, tin dispatch box out again, Dr. Watson. I deduce that you were going over your notes on tonight's case.
WATSON:
Elementary my, dear boy. Among the records I came across some notes of some cases that I'd almost forgotten. The shocking death of Crosby the banker, the Adeltine tragedy, and some darter on the unusual contents of the ancient British pharaoh.
BELL:
Those stories sound pretty intriguing, Dr. Watson.
WATSON:
I shall tell them to you some other evening, Mr. Bell. Tonight, I'm going to recount an adventure that took place in the heart of the beautiful English countryside. I call it, "The Adventure of the Tolling Bell." (NARRATING) Well that story began in a small country village of Conforth. Holmes had recently brought to a successful conclusion the affair of the Barrow and Furnace Wheelchair Murders. And we decided a few days rest in nearby Conforth would do us good before returning to our arduous life on Baker Street. We were staying in a small, but comfortable Inn. Only on the morning of the third day, I remember, Holmes and I were in our bedroom waiting for those two essentials without which an English country gentleman could not start his day -- an early morning cup of tea and a jug of hot water for shaving. As we sat there at the open window a nearby church bell was tolling a funeral nell.
F/X:
Bell tolling in distance
WATSON:
There must be a funeral in the village, Holmes.
HOLMES:
An astonishing deduction, Watson.
WATSON:
There's no need to make fun of me. Impressing sound isn't it?
HOLMES:
I suppose so. Has it ever occurred to you Watson that the history of bells is full of romantic interest?
WATSON:
Well, I can't say that I've thought much about it.
HOLMES:
Almost every historical event has been accompanied by the sound of bells. They summon soldiers to arms, as well as Christians to church. They sounded the alarm in 5 ? 2 Multan invasion. And many a bloody chapter in history has been rung in and out by bells.
WATSON:
Well, you seem to be a mind of information on the subject.
HOLMES:
Yes, Watson. It's a fascinating subject.
F/X:
KNOCK at DOOR
WATSON:
Come in, come in. Good morning, my dear.
MARY:
(obvious upset about something) Pardon me, gentlemen, I brought your tea and your shaving water. Mrs. Michol said to say your breakfast will be ready in half an hour.
WATSON:
Splendid, Marian. Oh, ah, Mary, the church bell is tolling a funeral nell. Do you know who's being buried?
MARY:
(on the verge of tears) That I do, sir. I wish it was me. It will be my turn soon.
F/X:
Door CLOSES
WATSON:
Poor little thing. I wonder what's the matter with her?
HOLMES:
I have no idea.
WATSON:
Perhaps her father or mother just died. Or a young man, yes, I bet that's it. She's a pretty girl. She'd obviously been crying when she came in. Perhaps that's her fianc? they're burying now.
HOLMES:
Watson, you have the sentimental imagination of the true storyteller. But we've come here for a holiday. You must give your imagination a rest, too. So, drink your tea, remove your whiskers, and we'll go downstairs and investigate those kippers.
MUSIC UP AND OUT
F/X:
CUPS, SAUCERS and general BREAKFAST NOISES under the following.
MRS. MICHOL:
You like your kippers, gentlemen?
WATSON:
Excellent, Mrs. Michol, excellent. Never eaten better.
HOLMES:
Yes, indeed. By the way, Mrs. Michol, we heard the funeral bell tolling earlier on. Do you know who was being buried?
MRS. MICHOL:
Yes, I do. Two souls were being buried. And one of them was a murderer.
WATSON:
A murderer? Lord, in this peaceful village.
HOLMES:
What happened, Mrs. Michol?
MRS. MICHOL:
Old Threadgold the corn merchant found out his wife had been gallivanting around with a young fellow from Bolton. Cut her throat, he did, and then hanged himself. More tea?
HOLMES:
Thank you.
WATSON:
Shocking! So the peaceful countryside is not as peaceful as it's made out to be, Holmes.
HOLMES:
Thank that I frequently had occasion to point out to you, Watson. Has the morning post arrived yet, Mrs. Michol?
MRS. MICHOL:
Here comes ol' Gilly up the path with it now. I'll see if he's got anything for you.
WATSON:
A murder. What do you make of it, Holmes?
HOLMES:
What is there to make of it, Watson? A jealous husband murders a faithfuless wife and then commits suicide. A tragic story, but a simple one.
GILLIAN:
Top of the morning to you, gentlemen.
HOLMES:
Good morning, Gillian. Any letters for me today?
GILLIAN:
Aye, Mr. Holmes, two letters. One of them's got some newspaper clippings in it I think. And you got a postcard from a Mr. Lestrade, he wants you back in London bad Mr. Holmes. There you are.
WATSON:
Pardon myself, Gilly, you've been reading Mr. Holmes private correspondence.
GILLIAN:
Bless your heart, Dr. Watson. If I didn't read other people's correspondence, how would I know what's going on in the village?
HOLMES:
Hmm, you were right, Gilly, it is newspaper clippings. And by the way, you heard about the murder of Mrs. Threadgold, I suppose?
GILLIAN:
Heard about it? I tolled the bell this morning at the funeral.
WATSON:
Did you say that you're the bell ringer as well as the postman?
GILLIAN:
Bless your heart, yes, Doctor. President of the Choral Society, too, as well as being on the Perries council.
HOLMES:
You're a busy man, Gillian.
GILLIAN:
That I am, sir. Take this afternoon now. I'm to ring those bells again.
WATSON:
Not another funeral, surely?
GILLIAN:
No, sir. A wedding this time.
WATSON:
Oh, I'm glad to hear it.
GILLIAN:
Young Saint Perry is marrying the Slater girl. And you might say I'm responsible for bringing them together. Got some of their letters mixed up I did. They looked each other up to exchange them, and, presto, before you know what's happening, they're getting married. Regular cupid you might say I am.
MRS. MICHOL:
Be off with you, Gilly. Other people want their letters. Mr. Holmes doesn't want his kippers spoiled with your idle chatter.
GILLIAN:
All right, Mrs. Crab-Apples-and-Vinegar.
MRS. MICHOL:
Ahh.
GILLIAN:
One of these fine days you'll smile, and the world will come to an end. Good day, gentlemen.
MRS. MICHOL:
Talkative ol' busybody he is. Oh, Mr. Holmes, Mrs. Lakland's in the hall. The poor old lady is most anxious to talk to you.
HOLMES:
Mrs. Lakland?
MRS. MICHOL:
She has the seamstress shop on the high street. Her only son ran away from home a few months back. I think that's what she wants to speak to you about.
WATSON:
Oh, but my friend's here for a rest, Mrs. Michol.
MRS. MICHOL:
I told her that Dr, but she won't go away without seeing Mr. Holmes.
HOLMES:
Oh, very well. Ask her to come in, please, Mrs. Michol.
MRS. MICHOL:
Yes, Mr. Holmes.
WATSON:
Oh, I do bother to see her, Holmes. Sounds like a trivial matter.
HOLMES:
The disappearance of an only son can never be a trivial matter.
WATSON:
Well, I meant trivial for you, not for her.
MICHOL:
This is Mr. Holmes, and Doctor Watson, dear.
MRS. LAKLAND:
Thank you, Emmy. Good morning, sirs.
WATSON:
Good morning.
HOLMES:
Good morning. Please sit down, Mrs. Lakland. That's it. Now what's the trouble?
MRS. LAKLAND:
It's Tom, sir. Me only son. He left me four months ago and I've not seen heir a night of him since.
HOLMES:
You've had no message from him since he left?
MRS. LAKLAND:
Not one word, I'm fair out of me mind, sir.
HOLMES:
Have you any idea of his reason for leaving the village, Mrs. Lakland?
MRS. LAKLAND:
None, sir. He was a good boy and he worked hard, and he didn't fool around with those flibbity gibbit girls in the village. I think he's met with foul play gentlemen, and I want you to find out about him for me, Mr. Holmes. I've heard say in the village that you're the greatest detective in England.
HOLMES:
Mrs. Lakland, I'd be glad to help you, but you've given me no clues to work with. I'm afraid that I . . .
MRS. LAKLAND:
If it's money you want I've got twenty pounds in me poster savings. It's all yours if you can bring my Tommy home to me. Or at least tell me he's safe.
HOLMES:
Mrs. Lakland, I wouldn't dream of accepting a fee. However I shall give your problem some thought. If I arrive at any conclusions, I'll get in touch with you at once.
MRS. LAKLAND:
God bless you, Mr. Holmes. Good morning to you, sirs.
HOLMES:
Good day.
WATSON:
Good morning, Mrs. Lakland. Poor old thing. I don't see how you can help her, Holmes.
HOLMES:
Nor do I -- at the moment. But a young man who has grown up in a small village like this may have led a life that his mother is totally unaware of. You said that you have to work on one of your stories today, Watson.
WATSON:
Yes I have a letter from the editor of the Strand magazine yesterday requesting a manuscript as soon as possible.
HOLMES:
Splendid! Then you must stay at the Inn and work on your latest masterpiece, while I scour the village to see what may be found out about the missing young man.
MUSIC UP AND OUT
MUSIC INTRO
ANNOUNCER:
Cramel Hair Tonic and Cramel Shampoo present the new adventures of Sherlock Holmes, starring Nigel Bruce as Dr. Watson, and Tom Conway as Sherlock Holmes.
MUSIC UP AND UNDER
ANNOUNCER:
Now once again it's time to keep that weekly appointment with our good friend and host, Dr. Watson. Good evening, Dr. Watson.
WATSON:
Good evening, Mr. Bell. As usual you're punctual to the minute. Pull up a chair and make yourself comfortable.
BELL:
Thank you.
WATSON:
That's it.
BELL:
I see that you have the old black, tin dispatch box out again, Dr. Watson. I deduce that you were going over your notes on tonight's case.
WATSON:
Elementary my, dear boy. Among the records I came across some notes of some cases that I'd almost forgotten. The shocking death of Crosby the banker, the Adeltine tragedy, and some darter on the unusual contents of the ancient British pharaoh.
BELL:
Those stories sound pretty intriguing, Dr. Watson.
WATSON:
I shall tell them to you some other evening, Mr. Bell. Tonight, I'm going to recount an adventure that took place in the heart of the beautiful English countryside. I call it, "The Adventure of the Tolling Bell." (NARRATING) Well that story began in a small country village of Conforth. Holmes had recently brought to a successful conclusion the affair of the Barrow and Furnace Wheelchair Murders. And we decided a few days rest in nearby Conforth would do us good before returning to our arduous life on Baker Street. We were staying in a small, but comfortable Inn. Only on the morning of the third day, I remember, Holmes and I were in our bedroom waiting for those two essentials without which an English country gentleman could not start his day -- an early morning cup of tea and a jug of hot water for shaving. As we sat there at the open window a nearby church bell was tolling a funeral nell.
F/X:
Bell tolling in distance
WATSON:
There must be a funeral in the village, Holmes.
HOLMES:
An astonishing deduction, Watson.
WATSON:
There's no need to make fun of me. Impressing sound isn't it?
HOLMES:
I suppose so. Has it ever occurred to you Watson that the history of bells is full of romantic interest?
WATSON:
Well, I can't say that I've thought much about it.
HOLMES:
Almost every historical event has been accompanied by the sound of bells. They summon soldiers to arms, as well as Christians to church. They sounded the alarm in 5 ? 2 Multan invasion. And many a bloody chapter in history has been rung in and out by bells.
WATSON:
Well, you seem to be a mind of information on the subject.
HOLMES:
Yes, Watson. It's a fascinating subject.
F/X:
KNOCK at DOOR
WATSON:
Come in, come in. Good morning, my dear.
MARY:
(obvious upset about something) Pardon me, gentlemen, I brought your tea and your shaving water. Mrs. Michol said to say your breakfast will be ready in half an hour.
WATSON:
Splendid, Marian. Oh, ah, Mary, the church bell is tolling a funeral nell. Do you know who's being buried?
MARY:
(on the verge of tears) That I do, sir. I wish it was me. It will be my turn soon.
F/X:
Door CLOSES
WATSON:
Poor little thing. I wonder what's the matter with her?
HOLMES:
I have no idea.
WATSON:
Perhaps her father or mother just died. Or a young man, yes, I bet that's it. She's a pretty girl. She'd obviously been crying when she came in. Perhaps that's her fianc? they're burying now.
HOLMES:
Watson, you have the sentimental imagination of the true storyteller. But we've come here for a holiday. You must give your imagination a rest, too. So, drink your tea, remove your whiskers, and we'll go downstairs and investigate those kippers.
MUSIC UP AND OUT
F/X:
CUPS, SAUCERS and general BREAKFAST NOISES under the following.
MRS. MICHOL:
You like your kippers, gentlemen?
WATSON:
Excellent, Mrs. Michol, excellent. Never eaten better.
HOLMES:
Yes, indeed. By the way, Mrs. Michol, we heard the funeral bell tolling earlier on. Do you know who was being buried?
MRS. MICHOL:
Yes, I do. Two souls were being buried. And one of them was a murderer.
WATSON:
A murderer? Lord, in this peaceful village.
HOLMES:
What happened, Mrs. Michol?
MRS. MICHOL:
Old Threadgold the corn merchant found out his wife had been gallivanting around with a young fellow from Bolton. Cut her throat, he did, and then hanged himself. More tea?
HOLMES:
Thank you.
WATSON:
Shocking! So the peaceful countryside is not as peaceful as it's made out to be, Holmes.
HOLMES:
Thank that I frequently had occasion to point out to you, Watson. Has the morning post arrived yet, Mrs. Michol?
MRS. MICHOL:
Here comes ol' Gilly up the path with it now. I'll see if he's got anything for you.
WATSON:
A murder. What do you make of it, Holmes?
HOLMES:
What is there to make of it, Watson? A jealous husband murders a faithfuless wife and then commits suicide. A tragic story, but a simple one.
GILLIAN:
Top of the morning to you, gentlemen.
HOLMES:
Good morning, Gillian. Any letters for me today?
GILLIAN:
Aye, Mr. Holmes, two letters. One of them's got some newspaper clippings in it I think. And you got a postcard from a Mr. Lestrade, he wants you back in London bad Mr. Holmes. There you are.
WATSON:
Pardon myself, Gilly, you've been reading Mr. Holmes private correspondence.
GILLIAN:
Bless your heart, Dr. Watson. If I didn't read other people's correspondence, how would I know what's going on in the village?
HOLMES:
Hmm, you were right, Gilly, it is newspaper clippings. And by the way, you heard about the murder of Mrs. Threadgold, I suppose?
GILLIAN:
Heard about it? I tolled the bell this morning at the funeral.
WATSON:
Did you say that you're the bell ringer as well as the postman?
GILLIAN:
Bless your heart, yes, Doctor. President of the Choral Society, too, as well as being on the Perries council.
HOLMES:
You're a busy man, Gillian.
GILLIAN:
That I am, sir. Take this afternoon now. I'm to ring those bells again.
WATSON:
Not another funeral, surely?
GILLIAN:
No, sir. A wedding this time.
WATSON:
Oh, I'm glad to hear it.
GILLIAN:
Young Saint Perry is marrying the Slater girl. And you might say I'm responsible for bringing them together. Got some of their letters mixed up I did. They looked each other up to exchange them, and, presto, before you know what's happening, they're getting married. Regular cupid you might say I am.
MRS. MICHOL:
Be off with you, Gilly. Other people want their letters. Mr. Holmes doesn't want his kippers spoiled with your idle chatter.
GILLIAN:
All right, Mrs. Crab-Apples-and-Vinegar.
MRS. MICHOL:
Ahh.
GILLIAN:
One of these fine days you'll smile, and the world will come to an end. Good day, gentlemen.
MRS. MICHOL:
Talkative ol' busybody he is. Oh, Mr. Holmes, Mrs. Lakland's in the hall. The poor old lady is most anxious to talk to you.
HOLMES:
Mrs. Lakland?
MRS. MICHOL:
She has the seamstress shop on the high street. Her only son ran away from home a few months back. I think that's what she wants to speak to you about.
WATSON:
Oh, but my friend's here for a rest, Mrs. Michol.
MRS. MICHOL:
I told her that Dr, but she won't go away without seeing Mr. Holmes.
HOLMES:
Oh, very well. Ask her to come in, please, Mrs. Michol.
MRS. MICHOL:
Yes, Mr. Holmes.
WATSON:
Oh, I do bother to see her, Holmes. Sounds like a trivial matter.
HOLMES:
The disappearance of an only son can never be a trivial matter.
WATSON:
Well, I meant trivial for you, not for her.
MICHOL:
This is Mr. Holmes, and Doctor Watson, dear.
MRS. LAKLAND:
Thank you, Emmy. Good morning, sirs.
WATSON:
Good morning.
HOLMES:
Good morning. Please sit down, Mrs. Lakland. That's it. Now what's the trouble?
MRS. LAKLAND:
It's Tom, sir. Me only son. He left me four months ago and I've not seen heir a night of him since.
HOLMES:
You've had no message from him since he left?
MRS. LAKLAND:
Not one word, I'm fair out of me mind, sir.
HOLMES:
Have you any idea of his reason for leaving the village, Mrs. Lakland?
MRS. LAKLAND:
None, sir. He was a good boy and he worked hard, and he didn't fool around with those flibbity gibbit girls in the village. I think he's met with foul play gentlemen, and I want you to find out about him for me, Mr. Holmes. I've heard say in the village that you're the greatest detective in England.
HOLMES:
Mrs. Lakland, I'd be glad to help you, but you've given me no clues to work with. I'm afraid that I . . .
MRS. LAKLAND:
If it's money you want I've got twenty pounds in me poster savings. It's all yours if you can bring my Tommy home to me. Or at least tell me he's safe.
HOLMES:
Mrs. Lakland, I wouldn't dream of accepting a fee. However I shall give your problem some thought. If I arrive at any conclusions, I'll get in touch with you at once.
MRS. LAKLAND:
God bless you, Mr. Holmes. Good morning to you, sirs.
HOLMES:
Good day.
WATSON:
Good morning, Mrs. Lakland. Poor old thing. I don't see how you can help her, Holmes.
HOLMES:
Nor do I -- at the moment. But a young man who has grown up in a small village like this may have led a life that his mother is totally unaware of. You said that you have to work on one of your stories today, Watson.
WATSON:
Yes I have a letter from the editor of the Strand magazine yesterday requesting a manuscript as soon as possible.
HOLMES:
Splendid! Then you must stay at the Inn and work on your latest masterpiece, while I scour the village to see what may be found out about the missing young man.
MUSIC UP AND OUT
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第1个回答 2008-12-19
He is created by the novelist Conan Doyle's detective, GM has now become the world's best detectives were synonymous! He not only a cool-headed man, keen observation, reasoning ability and also no one can. (In addition, he's also very clever fencing) he usually leisurely pace in Baker Street, 211, the B room,Smoking Bucketawaiting commissioned by the door. But once received the case, he would immediately become a dog chasing a wolf, began locking the target and the entire incident boils, layers of filtration, until the final truth!
他是小说家柯南道尔所创造出的侦探怪杰，现在已成为世界通用的名侦探最佳代名词！ 他不但头脑冷静、观察力敏锐，推理能力更是无人能及。(另外，他的剑术也相当高明) 平常他都悠闲地在贝克街211号的B室里，抽着烟斗等待委托上门。但一旦接到案子，他马上会变成一匹追逐猎狗的狼，开始锁定目标，将整个事件抽丝剥茧、层层过滤，直到最后真相大白！本回答被提问者采纳
他是小说家柯南道尔所创造出的侦探怪杰，现在已成为世界通用的名侦探最佳代名词！ 他不但头脑冷静、观察力敏锐，推理能力更是无人能及。(另外，他的剑术也相当高明) 平常他都悠闲地在贝克街211号的B室里，抽着烟斗等待委托上门。但一旦接到案子，他马上会变成一匹追逐猎狗的狼，开始锁定目标，将整个事件抽丝剥茧、层层过滤，直到最后真相大白！本回答被提问者采纳
第2个回答 2008-12-19
He was a very famous English detective. He cracked many misterious criminal cases.He had a good friend called Waston, who later wrote a book that contained most cases solved
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166我这种人找个室友多困难 that I must be a difficult man to find a flatmate for.167刚过午饭 他就来了 Now here he is just after lunch 168带来一个老朋友 显然刚在 with an old friend clearly just home from 169阿富汗军队服役过 并不难猜到吧 military service in Afghanistan. Wasn...
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