Part two of Adventure Five from the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain, recording by Ruth Golding.  Then he lit his pipe, and, leaning back in his chair, he watched the blue smoke-rings, as they chased each other up to the ceiling. "'I think, Watson,' he remarked at last, "'that of all our cases we have had none more fantastic than this. Save, perhaps, the sign of four.' "'Well, yes. Save, perhaps, that.' And yet this drawn open-shore seems to me to be walking amid even greater perils than did the Shaltoes.' "'But, have you,' I asked, formed any definite conception as to what these perils are?' "'There can be no question as to their nature,' he answered. Then what are they? Who is this KKK, and why does he pursue this unhappy family?' Sherlock Holmes closed his eyes and placed his elbows upon the arms of his chair with his fingertips together. "'The ideal reasoner,' he remarked, "'would, when he had once been shown a single fact in all its bearings, deduce from it not only all the chain of events which led up to it, but also all the results which would follow from it. As Cuvier could correctly describe a whole animal by the contemplation of a single bone, so the observer who has thoroughly understood one link in a series of incidents, should be able to accurately state all the other ones, both before and after. We have not yet grasped the results which the reasoner alone can attain to. Problems may be solved in the study which have baffled all those who have sought a solution by the aid of their senses. To carry the art, however, to its highest pitch, it is necessary that the reasoner should be able to utilise all the facts which have come to his knowledge, and this in itself implies, as you will readily see, a possession of all knowledge, which even in these days of free education and encyclopedias is a somewhat rare accomplishment. It is not so impossible, however, that a man should possess all knowledge which is likely to be useful to him in his work, and this I have endeavoured in my case to do. If I remember rightly, you, on one occasion, in the early days of our friendship, defined my limits in a very precise fashion. Yes, I answered, laughing, it was a singular document, philosophy, astronomy and politics were marked at zero, I remember, botany, variable, geology profound as regards the mud stains from any region within fifty miles of town, chemistry eccentric, anatomy unsystematic, sensational literature, and crime records unique, violin player, boxer, swordsman, lawyer, and self-poisoner by cocaine and tobacco, those I think were the main points of my analysis. Holmes grinned at the last item. Well, he said, I say now, as I said then, that a man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it. Now, for such a case as the one which has been submitted to us to-night, we need certainly to muster all our resources. Kindly hand me down the letter K of the American Encyclopedia which stands upon the shelf beside you. Thank you. Now, let us consider the situation, and see what may be deduced from it. In the first place we may start with a strong presumption, that Colonel Openshore had some very strong reason for leaving America. Men at his time of life do not change all their habits, and exchange willingly the charming climate of Florida for the lonely life of an English provincial town. His extreme love of solitude in England suggests the idea that he was in fear of someone or something. So we may assume as a working hypothesis that it was fear of someone or something which drove him from America. As to what it was he feared, we can only deduce that by considering the formidable letters which were received by himself and his successors. Did you remark the postmarks of those letters? The first was from Pondicherry, the second from Dundee, and the third from London. From East London. What do you deduce from that? They are all seaports, that the writer was on board of a ship. Excellent! We have already a clue. There can be no doubt that the probability, the strong probability, is that the writer was on board of a ship. And now let us consider another point. In the case of Pondicherry, seven weeks elapsed between the threat and its fulfilment. In Dundee it was only some three or four days. Does that suggest anything? A greater distance to travel. But the letter had also a greater distance to come. Then I do not see the point. There is at least a presumption that the vessel in which the man or men are is a sailing ship. It looks as if they always send their singular warning or token before them when starting upon their mission. You see how quickly the deed followed the sign when it came from Dundee. If they had come from Pondicherry in a steamer they would have arrived almost as soon as their letter. But, as a matter of fact, seven weeks elapsed. I think that those seven weeks represented the difference between the mailboat which brought the letter and the sailing vessel which brought the writer. It is possible. More than that, it is probable. And now you see the deadly urgency of this new case. And why I urged young Openshore to caution. The blow has always fallen at the end of the time which it would take the senders to travel the distance. But this one comes from London and therefore we cannot count upon delay. Good God! I cried. What can it mean this relentless persecution? The papers which Openshore carried are obviously of vital importance to the person or persons in the sailing ship. I think that it is quite clear that there must be more than one of them. A single man could not have carried out two deaths in such a way as to deceive a coroner's jury. There must have been several in it, and they must have been men of resource and determination. Their papers they mean to have, be the holder of them who it may. In this way you see KKK ceases to be the initials of an individual, and becomes the badge of a society. But of what society? Have you never, said Sherlock Holmes, bending forward and sinking his voice? Have you never heard of the Cool Cluck's clan? I never have. Holmes turned over the leaves of the book upon his knee. Here it is, said he presently. Cool Cluck's clan, a name derived from the fanciful resemblance to the sound produced by cocking a rifle. This terrible secret society was formed by some ex-Confederate soldiers in the southern states after the Civil War, and it rapidly formed local branches in different parts of the country, notably in Tennessee, Louisiana, the Carolinas, Georgia and Florida. Its power was used for political purposes principally for the terrorizing of the Negro voters, the murdering and driving from the country of those who were opposed to its views. Its outrages were usually preceded by a warning sent to the marked man, in some fantastic but generally recognized shape. A sprig of oak leaves in some parts, melon seeds or orange pits in others. On receiving this the victim might either openly abdure his former ways or might fly from the country. If he braved the matter out death would unfailingly come upon him, and usually in some strange and unforeseen manner. So perfect was the organization of the society, and so systematic its methods, that there is hardly a case upon record where any man succeeded in braving it with impunity, or in which any of its outrages were traced home to the perpetrators. For some years the organization flourished in the spite of the efforts of the United States government and of the better classes of the community in the South. Eventually in the year 1869 the movement rather suddenly collapsed, although there have been sporadic outbreaks of the same sort since that date. You will observe, said Holmes, laying down the volume, that the sudden breaking up of the society was coincident with the disappearance of open shore from America with their papers. It may well have been cause and effect. It is no wonder that he and his family have some of the more implacable spirits upon their track. You can understand that this register and diary may implicate some of the first men in the South, and that there may be many who will not sleep easy at night until it is recovered. Then the page we have seen is such as we might expect. It ran, if I remember right, sent the pips to A, B and C, that is, sent the society's warning to them. Then there are successive entries that A and B cleared, or left the country. And finally that C was visited, with I fear, a sinister result for C. Well, I think, doctor, that we may let some light into this dark place, and I believe that the only chance young open shore has in the meantime is to do what I have told him. There is nothing more to be said or to be done tonight, so hand me over my violin, and let us try to forget for half an hour the miserable weather, and the still more miserable ways of our fellow men. It had cleared in the morning, and the sun was shining with a subdued brightness through the dim veil which hangs over the great city. Sherlock Holmes was already at breakfast when I came down. You will excuse me for not waiting for you," said he. I have, I foresee, a very busy day before me in looking into this case of young open shores. What steps will you take? I asked. It will very much depend upon the results of my first inquiries. I may have to go down to Horsham after all. You will not go there first? No. I shall commence with the city. Just ring the bell, and the maid will bring up your coffee. As I waited, I lifted the unopened newspaper from the table and glanced my eye over it. It rested upon a heading which sent a chill to my heart. Holmes, I cried, you are too late! Ah! said he, laying down his cup. I feared as much. How was it done? He spoke calmly, but I could see that he was deeply moved. My eye caught the name of open shore, and the heading Tragedy near Waterloo Bridge. Here is the account. Between nine and ten last night, police Constable Cook of the H Division, on duty near Waterloo Bridge, heard a cry for help and a splash in the water. The night, however, was extremely dark and stormy, so that in spite of the help of several passes by, it was quite impossible to effect a rescue. The alarm, however, was given, and by the aid of the water police the body was eventually recovered. It proved to be that of a young gentleman whose name, as it appears from an envelope which was found in his pocket, was John Openshore, and whose residence is near Horsham. It is conjectured that he may have been hurrying down to catch the last train from Waterloo Station, and that in his haste and the extreme darkness he missed his path, and walked over the edge of one of the small landing places for river steamboats. The body exhibited no traces of violence, and there can be no doubt that the deceased had been the victim of an unfortunate accident, which should have the effect of calling the attention of the authorities to the condition of the riverside landing stages. We sat in silence for some minutes, holmes more depressed and shaken than I had ever seen him. It hurts my pride, Watson, he said at last. It is a petty feeling, no doubt, but it hurts my pride.  He sprang from his chair and paced about the room in uncontrollable agitation, with a flush upon his cello-cheeks, and a nervous clasping and unclasping of his long, thin hands. They must be cunning devils, he exclaimed at last. How could they have decoyed him down there? The embankment is not on the direct line to the station. The bridge, no doubt, was too crowded even on such a night for their purpose. Well, Watson, we shall see who will win in the long run. I am going out now. To the police? No, I shall be my own police. And I have spun the web, they may take the flies, but not before. All day I was engaged in my professional work, and it was late in the evening before I returned to Baker Street. Sherlock Holmes had not come back yet. It was nearly ten o'clock before he entered, looking pale and worn. He walked up to the sideboard, and, tearing a piece from the loaf, he devoured it voraciously, washing it down with a long draught of water. You are hungry, I remarked. Starving, it had escaped my memory. I have had nothing since breakfast. Nothing? Not a bite. I had no time to think of it. And how have you succeeded? Well, you have a clue. I have them in the hollow of my hand. Young open shore shall not long remain unavenged. Why, Watson, let us put their own devilish trademark upon them. It is well thought of. What do you mean? He took an orange from the cupboard, and, tearing it to pieces, he squeezed out the pips upon the table. Of these he took five and thrust them into an envelope. On the inside of the flap he wrote, S.H., for J.O. Then he sealed it, and addressed it to Captain James Colhoun, bark-lone star, Savannah, Georgia. That will await him when he enters port, said he, chuckling. It may give him a sleepless night. He will find it as sure a precursor of his fate as open shore did before him. And who is this Captain Colhoun? The leader of the gang. I shall have the others, but he first. How did you trace it, then? He took a large sheet of paper from his pocket, all covered with dates and names. I have spent the whole day, said he, over Lloyd's registers and files of the old papers, following the future career, of every vessel which touched at Pondicherry in January and February in 83. There were thirty-six ships of fair tonnage which were reported there during those months. Of these one, the lone star, instantly attracted my attention, since, although it was reported as having cleared from London, the name is that which is given to one of the states of the Union. Texas, I think? I was not, and I'm not sure which, but I knew that the ship must have an American origin. What then? I searched the Dundee records, and when I found that the bark lone star was there in January 85, my suspicion became a certainty. I then inquired as to the vessels which lay at present in the port of London. Yes? The lone star had arrived here last week. I went down to the Albert dock and found that she had been taken down the river by the early tide this morning, homeward bound to Savannah. I wired to Graves End, and learned that she had passed some time ago. And as the wind is easterly, I have no doubt that she has now passed the Good Winds, and not very far from the Isle of Wight. What will you do then? Oh, I have my hand upon him. He and the two mates are, as I learn, the only native-born Americans in the ship, the others are Finns and Germans. I know also that they were all three away from the ship last night. I had it from the stevedore who has been loading their cargo. By the time that their sailing ship reaches Savannah, the mailboat will have carried this letter, and the cable will have informed the police of Savannah that these three gentlemen are badly wanted here, upon a charge of murder. There is ever a flaw, however, in the best laid of human plans. And the murderers of John Openshore were never to receive the orange-pips, which would show them that another, as cunning and as resolute as themselves, was upon their track. Very long and very severe were the equinoctral gales that year. We waited long for news of the lone star of Savannah, but none ever reached us. We did at last hear that somewhere far out in the Atlantic, a shattered stern post of a boat was seen swinging in the trough of a wave, with the letters L-S carved upon it. And that is all which we shall ever know of the fate of the lone star. End of Adventure 5 The Five Orange Pips Adventure 6 The Man with the Twisted Lip Iser Whitney, brother of the late Elias Whitney D.D., principal of the Theological College of St. George's, was much addicted to opium. The habit grew upon him, as I understand, from some foolish freak when he was at college. For having read De Quincey's description of his dreams and sensations, he had drenched his tobacco with Lordinum in an attempt to produce the same effects. He found, as so many more have done, that the practice is easier to attain than to get rid of, and for many years he continued to be a slave to the drug, an object of mingled horror and pity to his friends and relatives. I can see him now, with yellow pasty face, drooping lids and pinpoint pupils, all huddled in a chair, the wreck and ruin of a noble man. One night, it was in June 89, there came a ring to my bell, about the hour when a man gives his first yawn and glances at the clock. I sat up in my chair, and my wife laid her needlework down in her lap, and made a little face of disappointment. "'A patient,' said she, "'you'll have to go out.'" I groaned, for I was newly come back from a weary day. We heard the door open, a few hurried words, and then quick steps upon the linoleum. Her own door flew open, and a lady clad in some dark-colored stuff, with a black veil, entered the room. "'You will excuse my calling so late,' she began, and then, suddenly losing her self-control, she ran forward, threw her arms about my wife's neck, and sobbed upon her shoulder. "'Oh, I'm in such trouble,' she cried. "'I do so want a little help.'" "'Why?' said my wife, pulling up her veil. "'It is Kate Whitney. How you startled me, Kate. I had not an idea who you were when you came in.' "'I didn't know what to do, so I came straight to you.'" That was always the way. Folk who were in grief came to my wife like birds to a lighthouse. "'It was very sweet of you to come. Now you must have some wine and water, and sit here comfortably, and tell us all about it. Or should you rather that I sent James off to bed?' "'Oh, no, no, I want the doctor's advice and help, too. It's about Iso. He has not been home for two days. I am so frightened about him.'" It was not the first time that she had spoken to us of her husband's trouble, to me as a doctor, to my wife as an old friend and school companion. We soothed and comforted her by such words as we could find. Did she know where her husband was? Was it possible that we could bring him back to her? It seems that it was. She had the surest information that of late he had, when the fit was on him, made use of an opium den in the farthest east of the city. Hitherto his orgies had always been confined to one day, and he had come back twitching and shattered in the evening. But now the spell had been upon him eight and forty hours, and he lay there, doubtless among the dregs of the docks, breathing in the poison, or sleeping off the effects. There he was to be found, she was sure of it, at the bar of gold in Upper Swandham Lane. But what was she to do? How could she, a young and timid woman, make her way into such a place, and pluck her husband out from among the ruffians who surrounded him? There was the case, and of course there was but one way out of it. Might I not escort her to this place? And then, as a second thought, why should she come at all? I was Isa Whitney's medical adviser, and as such I had influence over him. I could manage it better if I were alone. I promised her on my word that I would send him home in a cab within two hours, if he were indeed at the address which she had given me. And so, in ten minutes, I had left my armchair and cheery sitting-room behind me, and was speeding eastward in a handsome, honest, strange errand, as it seemed to me at the time, though the future only could show how strange it was to be. But there was no great difficulty in the first stage of my adventure. Upper Swandam Lane is a vile alley lurking behind the high hogs which line the north side of the river to the east of London Bridge. Between a slot shop and a gin shop, approached by a steep flight of steps, leading down to a black gap, like the mouth of a cave, I found the den of which I was in search. During my cab to wait, I passed down the steps, worn hollow in the centre by the ceaseless tread of drunken feet. And by the light of a flickering oil-lamp above the door, I found the latch, and made my way into a long, low room, thick and heavy with the brown opium smoke, and terraced with wooden berths, like the focsel of an emigrant ship. Through the gloom one could dimly catch a glimpse of bodies lying in strange, fantastic poses, bowed shoulders, bent knees, heads thrown back, and chins pointing upward, with here and there a dark, lacklustre eye turned upon the newcomer. Out of the black shadows there glimmered little red circles of light, now bright, now faint, as the burning poison waxed or waned in the bowls of the metal pipes. The most lay silent, but some muttered to themselves, and others taught together in a strange, low, monotonous voice, their conversation coming in gushes, and then suddenly tailing off into silence, each mumbling out his own thoughts, and paying little heed to the words of his neighbour.  As I entered, a sallow mullet attendant had hurried up with a pipe for me, and a supply of the drug, beckoning me to an empty berth. Thank you, I have not come to stay," said I. There is a friend of mine here, Mr. Isa Whitney, and I wish to speak with him. There was a movement, and an exclamation from my right, and, peering through the gloom, I saw Whitney, pale, haggard, and unkempt, staring out at me. My God, it's Swattson," said he. He was in a pitiable state of reaction, with every nerve in a Twitter. I say, Watson, what o'clock is it? Nearly eleven. Oh, what day? Of Friday, June the nineteenth. Good heavens, I thought it was Wednesday. It is Wednesday. What do you want to frighten a chap for? He sank his face onto his arms, and began to sob in a high treble key. I tell you that it is Friday, man. Your wife has been waiting these two days for you. You should be ashamed of yourself. So I am. But you've gone mixed, Watson, for I have only been here a few hours. Three pipes, four pipes. I forget how many. But I'll go home with you. I wouldn't frighten Kate.  Give me your hand. Have you a cab? Yes, I have one waiting. Then I shall go in it. But I must know something. Find what I owe, Watson. I am all off colour. I can do nothing for myself. I walked down the narrow passage between the double-rowed sleepers, holding my breath to keep out the vile, stupefying fumes of the drug and looking about for the manager. As I passed the tall man who sat by the brazier, I felt a sudden clock at my skirt and a low voice whispered, not past me and then look back at me. The words fell quite distinctly upon my ear. I glanced down. They could only have come from the old man at my side, and yet he sat now as absorbed as ever, very thin, very wrinkles, bent with age, an opium pipe dangling down from between his knees as though it had dropped in sheer lassitude from his fingers. I took two steps forward and looked back. It took all my self-control to prevent me from breaking out into a cry of astonishment. He had turned his back so that none could see him but I.  He made a slight motion to me to approach him, and instantly, as he turned his face half-round to the company once more, subsided into a doddering loose-lip senility. Holmes, I whispered, What on earth are you doing in this den? As low as you can, he answered, I have excellent ears. If you would have the great kindness to get rid of that sottish friend of yours, I should be exceedingly glad to have a little talk with you. I have a cab outside. Then pray send him home in it. You may safely trust him, for he appears to be too limp to get into any mystery. I should recommend you also to send a note by the cabman to your wife, to say that you have thrown in your lot with me. If you will wait outside, I shall be with you in five minutes. It was difficult to refuse any of Sherlock Holmes' requests, for they were always so exceedingly definite, and put forward with such a quiet air of mastery. I felt, however, that when Whitney was once confined in the cab, my mission was practically accomplished, and for the rest I could not wish anything better than to be associated with my friend in one of those singular adventures which were the normal condition of his existence. In a few minutes I had written my note, paid Whitney's bill, led him out to the cab, and seen him driven through the darkness. In a very short time a decrepit figure had emerged from the opium den, and I was walking down the street with Sherlock Holmes. For two streets he shuffled along with a bent back and an uncertain foot, then glancing quickly round he straightened himself out and burst into a hearty fit of laughter. I suppose Watson said he that you imagine that I have added opium smoking to cocaine injections and all the other little weaknesses on which you have favoured me with your medical views. I was certainly surprised to find you there. But not more so than I to find you. I came to find a friend and I to find an enemy. An enemy? Yes, one of my natural enemies. Or shall I say my natural prey? Briefly, Watson, I am in the midst of a very remarkable inquiry and I have hoped to find a clue in the incoherent ramblings of these thoughts as I have done before now. Had I been recognised in that den, my life would not have been worth an hour's purchase. For I have used it before now for my own purposes and the rascal Alaska who runs it has sworn to have vengeance upon me. There is a trapped door at the back of that building near the corner of Paul's Wharf which could tell some strange tales of what has passed through it upon the moonless nights. What, you do not mean bodies? Aye, bodies, Watson. We should be rich men if we had a thousand pounds for every poor devil who has been done to death in that den. It is the vilest murdered trap on the whole riverside and I fear that Neville Sinclair has entered it never to leave it more but our trap should be here. He put his two forefingers between his teeth and whistled shrilly a signal which was answered by a similar whistle from the distance followed shortly by the rattle of wheels and the clink of horse's hooves. Now, Watson, said Holmes, as a tall dog-cart dashed up through the gloom throwing out two golden tunnels of yellow light from its sidelines, you all come with me, won't you? If I can be of use. Oh, a trusty comrade is always of use and a chronicler still more so. My room at the Seeders is a double-bedded one. The Seeders? Yes, that is Mr. Sinclair's house. I am staying there while I conduct the inquiry. Where is it, then? Near Lee in Kent. We have a seven-mile drive before us. But I am all in the dark. Of course you are. You'll know all about it presently. Jump up here. All right, John, we shall not need you. Here's half a crown. Look out for me to-morrow about eleven. Give her her head. So long, then. He flipped the horse with his whip, and we dashed away through the endless succession of somber and deserted streets, which widened gradually until we were flying across a broad balustrated bridge, with the murky river flowing sluggishly beneath us. Beyond lay another dull wilderness of bricks and mortar, its silence broken only by the heavy regular footfall of the policemen, or the songs and shouts of some belated party of revelers.  Holmes drove in silence, with his head sunk upon his breast, and the air of a man who was lost in thought. While I sat beside him curious to learn what this new quest might be which seemed to tax his powers so sorely, and yet afraid to break in upon the current of his thoughts. We had driven several miles, and were beginning to get to the fringe of the belt of suburban villas, when he shook himself, shrugged his shoulders, and lit up his pipe with the air of a man who has satisfied himself that he is acting for the best. You have a grand gift of silence, Watson," said he. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion. Upon my word it is a great thing for me to have someone to talk to, for my own thoughts are not over-pleasant. I was wondering what I should say to this dear little woman tonight when she meets me at the door. You'll forget that I know nothing about it. I shall just have time to tell you the facts of the case before we get to Lee. It seems absurdly simple, and yet somehow I can get nothing to go upon. There's plenty of thread, no doubt, but I can't get the end of it into my hand. Now I'll state the case clearly and concisely to you, Watson, and maybe you can see a spark where all is dark to me. Proceed, then. Some years ago, to be definite in May 1884, there came to Lee a gentleman, Neville Sinclair by name, who appeared to have plenty of money. He took a large villa, laid out the grounds very nicely, and lived generally in good style. By degrees he made friends in the neighbourhood, and in 1887 he married the daughter of a local brewer, by whom he now has two children. He had no occupation, but was interested in several companies, and went into town as a rule in the morning, returning by the 514 from Cannon Street every night. Mr. Sinclair is now thirty-seven years of age, is a man of temperate habits, a good husband, a very affectionate father, and a man who is popular with all who know him. I may add that his whole debts at the present moment, as far as we have been able to ascertain, amount to eighty-eight pounds ten shillings, while he has two hundred and twenty pounds standing to his credit in the capital and county's bank. There is no reason, therefore, to think that money troubles have been weighing upon his mind. Last Monday Mr. Neville Sinclair went into town rather earlier than usual, remarking before he started that he had two important commissions to perform, and that he would bring his little boy home a box of bricks. And now, by the nearest chance, his wife received a telegram upon this same Monday, very shortly after his departure, to the effect that a small parcel of considerable value, which she had been expecting, was waiting for her at the offices of the Aberdeen Shipping Company. Now, if you are well up in your London, you will know that the office of the company is in Fresno Street, which branches out of Upper Swandham Lane, where you found me tonight. Mrs. Sinclair had her lunch, started for the city, did some shopping, proceeded to the company's office, got her packet, and found herself at exactly 4.35, walking through the Swandham Lane, on her way back to the station. Have you followed me so far? It is very clear. If you remember, Monday was an exceedingly hot day, and Mrs. Sinclair walked slowly, glancing about in the hope of seeing a cab, as she did not like the neighbourhood in which she found herself. While she was walking in this way down Swandham Lane, she suddenly heard an ejaculation or cry, and was struck cold to see her husband looking down at her, and, as it seemed to her, beckoning to her from a second-floor window. The window was open, and she distinctly saw his face, which she described as being terribly agitated. He waved his hands frantically to her, and then vanished from the window, so suddenly that it seemed to her that he had been plucked back by some irresistible force from behind. One singular point which struck her quick feminine eye was that although he wore some dark coat, such as he had started to town in, he had on neither collar nor necktie. Convinced that something was amiss with him, she rushed down the steps, for the house was none other than the opium den in which you found me tonight, and running through the front room she attempted to ascend the stairs, which led to the first floor. At the foot of the stairs, however, she met this laska scoundrel of whom I have spoken, who thrust her back, and aided by a den who acts as assistant there, pushed her out into the street, filled with the most maddening doubts and fears she rushed down the lane, and by rare good fortune met in Fresno Street a number of constables with an inspector all on their way to their beat. The inspector and two men accompanied her back, and in spite of the continued resistance of the proprietor they made their way to the room in which Mr. Sinclair had last been seen. There was no sign of him there. In fact, in the whole of that floor there was no one to be found, save a crippled wretch of hideous aspect who, it seems, made his home there. Both he and the laska stoutly swore that no one else had been in the front room during the afternoon. So determined was their denial that the inspector was staggered and had almost come to believe that Mrs. Sinclair had been deluded when, with a cry, she sprang at a small deal box which lay upon the table and tore the lid from it. Out there fell a cascade of children's bricks. It was the toy which he had promised to bring home. This discovery and the evident confusion which the cripple showed made the inspector realise that the matter was serious. The rooms were carefully examined and results all pointed to an abominable crime. The front room was plainly furnished as a sitting room and led into a small bedroom looked out upon the back of one of the wharves. Between the wharf and the bedroom window is a narrow strip which is dry at low tide but is covered at high tide with at least four and a half feet of water. The bedroom window was a broad one and opened from below. On examination traces of blood were to be seen upon the windowsill and several scattered drops were visible upon the wooden floor of the bedroom. Thrust away behind a curtain in the front room were all the clothes of Mr. Neville Sinclair with the exception of his coat, his boots, his socks, his hat and his watch all were there. There were no signs of violence on any of these garments and there were no other traces of Mr. Neville Sinclair. Out of the window he must apparently have gone for no other exit could be discovered and the ominous bloodstains upon the sill gave little promise that he could save himself by swimming for the tide was at its very highest point of the tragedy. And now as to the villains who seemed to be immediately implicated in the matter. The Lasca was known to be a man of the vilest antecedents but as by Mrs. Sinclair's story he was known to have been at the foot of the stair within a very few seconds of her husband's appearance at the window and likely have been more than an accessory to the crime. His defense was one of absolute ignorance and he protested that he had no knowledge as to the doings of Hugh Boone, his lodger, and that he could not account in any way for the presence of the missing gentleman's clothes. So much for the Lasca manager. Now for the sinister cripple who lives upon the second floor of the opium den and who was certainly the last human being whose eyes rested upon Neville Sinclair. His name is Hugh Boone and his hideous face is one which is familiar to every man who goes much to the city. He is a professional beggar though in order to avoid the police regulations he pretends to a small trade in wax vestors. Some little distance down Thread Needle Street upon the left-hand side there is as you may have remarked a small angle in the wall.  I have watched the fellow more than once before ever I thought of making his professional acquaintance and I have been surprised at the harvest which he has reaped in a short time. His appearance you see is so remarkable that no one can pass him without observing him.  This is the man whom we now learn to have been the lodger at the opium den and to have been the last man to see the gentleman of whom we are in quest. But a cripple said I what could he have done single-handed against a man in the prime of life? He is a cripple in the sense that he walks with a limp but in other respects he appears to be a powerful and well-nurtured man surely your medical experience would tell you Watson that weakness in one limb is often compensated for by exceptional strength in the others. Pray continue your narrative. Mrs. Sinclair had fainted at the sight of the blood upon the window and she was escorted home in a cab by the police as her presence could be of no help to them in their investigations. Inspector Barton, who had charge of the case made a very careful examination of the premises but without finding anything which threw any light upon the matter. One mistake had been made in not arresting Boone instantly as he was allowed some few minutes during which he might have communicated with his friend the lascar but this fault was soon remedied and he was seized and searched without anything being found which could incriminate him. There were it is true some blood stains upon his right shirt sleeve but he pointed to his ring finger which had been cut near the nail and explained that the bleeding came from there adding that he had been to the window not long before and that the stains which had been observed there came doubtless from the same source. He denied strenuously having ever seen Mr. Neville Sinclair and swore that the presence of the cloves in his room was as much a mystery to him as to the police. As to Mrs. Sinclair's assertion that she had actually seen her husband at the window he declared that she must have been either mad or dreaming. He was removed loudly protesting to the police station while the inspector remained upon the premises in the hope that the ebbing tide might afford some fresh clue. And it did, though they hardly found upon the mud bank what they had feared to find. It was Neville Sinclair's coat and not Neville Sinclair which lay uncovered as the tide receded. And what do you think they found in the pockets? I cannot imagine. No, I don't think you would guess. Every pocket stuffed with pennies and hapenies, 421 pennies and 270 hapenies. It was no wonder that it had not been swept away by the tide but a human body is a different matter. There is a fierce eddy between the wharf and the house. It seemed likely enough that the weighted coat had remained when the stooped body had been sucked away into the river. But I understand that all the other clothes were found in the room. Would the body be dressed in a coat alone? No, sir, but the facts might be met speciously enough. Suppose that this man Boone had thrust Neville Sinclair through the window. There is no human eye which could have seen the deed. What would he do, then? It would, of course, instantly strike him that he must get rid of the tell-tale garments. He would seize the coat, then, and be in the act of throwing it out when it would occur to him that it would swim and not sink. He has little time, for he has heard the scuffle downstairs when the wife tried to force her way up and perhaps he had already heard from his lascar confederate that the police are hurrying up the street. There is not an instant to be lost. He rushes to some secret horde where he has accumulated the fruits of his beggary and he stuffs all the coins upon which he can lay his hands into the pockets to make sure of the coat sinking. He throws it out and would have done the same with the other garments, had not he heard the rush of steps below and only just had time to close the window when the police appeared. It certainly sounds feasible. Well, we will take it as a working hypothesis for want of a better. Boone, as I have told you, was arrested and taken to the station, but it could not be shown that there had ever before been anything against him. He had, for years, been known as a professional beggar, but his life appeared to have been a very quiet and innocent one. There the matter stands at present and the questions which have to be solved, what Neville Sinclair was doing in the opium den, what happened to him when there, where he is now and what Hugh Boone had to do with his disappearance are all as far from a solution as ever. I confess that I cannot recall any case within my experience which looked at the first glance so simple and yet which presented such difficulties. While Sherlock Holmes had been detailing this singular series of events, we had been whirling through the outskirts of the great town until the last straggling houses had been left behind and we rattled along with a country hedge upon either side of us. Just as he finished, however, we drove through two scattered villages where a few lights still glimmered in the windows. We are on the outskirts of Lee, said my companion. We have touched on three English counties in our short drive, starting in Middlesex, passing over an angle of Surrey and ending in Kent. See that light among the trees?  But why are you not conducting the case from Baker Street? I asked. Because there are many inquiries which must be made out here, Mrs. Sinclair has most kindly put two rooms at my disposal and you may rest assured that she will have nothing but a welcome for my friend and colleague. I hate to meet her Watson when I have no news of her husband. Here we are. Whoa, there! Whoa! End of Part 1 of Adventure 6 The Man with the Twisted Lip Part 2 of Adventure 6 from the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Ruth Golding Adventure 6 The Man with the Twisted Lip Part 2 We had pulled up in front of a large villa which stood within its own grounds. A stable boy had run out to the horse's head and, springing down, I followed Holmes up the small winding gravel drive which led to the house. As we approached, the door flew open and a little blonde woman stood in the opening, clad in some sort of light mousseline de soie with a touch of fluffy pink chiffon at her neck and wrists. She stood with her figure outlined against the flood of light, one hand upon the door, one half raised in her eagerness, her body slightly bent, her head and face protruded with eager eyes and parted lips, a standing question. Well! she cried. Well! And then, seeing that there were two of us, she gave a cry of hope which sank into a groan as she saw that my companion shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. No good news. None. No bad. No. Thank God for that! You must be weary for you have had a long day. This is my friend Dr. Watson. He has been of most vital use to me in several of my cases. And a lucky chance has made it possible for me to bring him out and associate him with this investigation. I am delighted to see you," said she, pressing my hand warmly. You will, I am sure, forgive anything that may be wanting in our arrangements when you consider the blow which has come so suddenly upon us. My dear madam," said I, I am an old campaigner, and if I were not I can very well see that no apology is needed. If I can be of any assistance, either to you or to my friend here I shall indeed be happy. Now, Mr. Sherlock Holmes," said the lady, as we entered a well-lit dining-room upon the table of which a cold supper had been laid out. I should very much like to ask you one or two plain questions to which I beg that you will give a plain answer. Certainly, madam. Do not trouble about my feelings. I am not hysterical nor given to fainting. I simply wish to hear your real, real opinion. Upon what point? In your heart of hearts. Do you think that Neville is alive? Sherlock Holmes seemed to be embarrassed by the question. Frankly now," she repeated, standing upon the rug and looking keenly down at him as he leaned back in a basket chair. Frankly then, madam, I do not. You think that he is dead? I do. Murdered? I don't say that, perhaps. And on what day did he meet his death? On Monday. Then perhaps, Mr. Holmes, you will be good enough to explain how it is that I have received a letter from him to-day. Sherlock Holmes sprang out of his chair as if he had been galvanised. What! he roared. Yes, to-day. She stood, smiling, holding up a little slip of paper in the air. May I see it? Certainly. He snatched it from her in his eagerness and smoothing it out upon the table. He drew over the lamp and examined it intently. I had left my chair and was gazing at it over his shoulder. The envelope was a very coarse one and was stamped with the grave's end postmark and with the date of that very day or rather of the day before for it to as considerably after midnight. Cors writing, murmured Holmes, surely this is not your husband's writing, madam? No, but the enclosure is. I perceive also that whoever addressed the envelope had to go and inquire as to the address. How can you tell that? The name you see is in perfectly black ink which has dried itself. The rest is of the grayish colour which shows that blotting paper has been used. If it had been written straight off and then blotted none would be of a deep black shade. This man has written the name and there has then been a pause before he wrote the address which can only mean that he was not familiar with it. It is, of course, a trifle but there is nothing so important as trifles. Let us now see the letter. Ah, there has been an enclosure here. Yes, there was a ring, his signet ring. And are you sure that this is your husband's hand? One of his hands. One? His hand when he wrote hurriedly. It is very unlike his usual writing and yet I know it well. Dearest, do not be frightened. All will come well. There is a huge error which it may take some little time to rectify. Wait in patience. Never, written in pencil upon the fly-leaf of a book, octavo size, no watermark. Hmm, posted to-day in Gravesend by a man with a dirty thumb. Ha, and the flap has been gummed if I am not very much in error by a person who had been chewing tobacco. And you have no doubt that this is your husband's hand, madam. None, Neville, wrote those words. And they were posted to-day at Gravesend. Well, Mrs. Sinclair, the clouds lighten, though I should not venture to say that the danger is over. But he must be alive, Mr. Holmes. Unless this is a clever forgery to put us on the wrong scent, the ring, after all, proves nothing. It may have been taken from him. No, no, it is, it is, it's very own writing. Very well. It may, however, have been written on Monday and only posted to-day. That is possible. If so much may have happened between. Oh, you must not discourage me, Mr. Holmes. I know that all is well with him. There is so keen a sympathy between us that I should know if evil came upon him. On the very day that I saw him last he cut himself in the bedroom, and yet I in the dining-room rushed upstairs instantly with the utmost certainty that something had happened.  I have seen too much not to know that the impression of a woman may be more valuable than the conclusion of an analytical reasoner. And in this letter you certainly have a very strong piece of evidence to corroborate your view. But if your husband is alive and able to write letters, why should he remain away from you? I cannot imagine. It is unthinkable. And on Monday he made no remarks before leaving you? No. And you were surprised to see him in Swandham Lane? Very much so. Was the window open? Yes. Then he might have called to you? He might. He only, as I understand, gave an inarticulate cry. Yes. A call for help, you thought? Yes. He waved his hands. But it might have been a cry of surprise.  It is possible. And you thought he was pulled back? He disappeared so suddenly. He might have left back. You did not see anyone else in the room? No. But this horrible man confessed to having been there and the lascar was at the foot of the stairs. Quite so. Your husband, as far as you could see, had his ordinary clothes on? But without his collar or tie I distinctly saw his bare throat. Had he ever spoken of Swindom Lane? Never. Had he ever showed any signs of having taken opium? Never. Thank you, Mrs. Sinclair. Those are the principal points about which I wished to be absolutely clear. We shall now have a little supper and then retire, for we may have a very busy day to-morrow. A large and comfortable double-bedded room had been placed at our disposal, and I was quickly between the sheets, for I was weary after my night of adventure. Sherlock Holmes was a man, however, who, when he had an unsolved problem upon his mind, would go for days and even for a week without rest, turning it over, rearranging his facts, looking at it from every point of view until he had either fathomed it or convinced himself that his data were insufficient. It was soon evident to me that he was now preparing for an all-night sitting. He took off his coat and waistcoat, put on a large blue dressing gown, and then wandered about the room collecting pillows from his bed and cushions from the sofa and arm-chairs.  In the dim light of the lamp I saw him sitting there, an old briar pipe between his lips, his eyes fixed vacantly upon the corner of the ceiling, the blue smoke curling up from him, silent, motionless, with the light shining upon his strong-set aquiline features. So he sat as I dropped off to sleep, and so he sat when a sudden ejaculation caused me to wake up, and I found the summer sun shining into the apartment.  Awake, Watson, he asked. Yes. Game for a morning drive. Certainly. Then dress. No one is stirring yet, but I know where the stable-boy sleeps and we shall soon have the chap out. He chuckled to himself as he spoke, his eyes twinkled, and he seemed a different man to the somber thinker of the previous night. As I dressed I glanced at my watch. It was no wonder that no one was stirring. It was twenty-five minutes past four. I had hardly finished when Holmes returned with the news that the boy was putting in the horse. I want to test a little theory of mine," said he, pulling on his boots.  I deserve to be kicked from here to Charing Cross. But I think I have the key of the affair now. And where is it? I asked, smiling. In the bathroom, he answered, Oh yes, I am not joking. He continued seeing my look of incredulity. I have just been there, and I have taken it out, and I have got it in this Gladstone bag. Come on, my boy, and we shall see whether it will not fit the lock. We made our way downstairs as quietly as possible and out into the bright morning sunshine. In the road stood our horse and chap with the half-clad stable-boy waiting at the head. We both sprang in and away we dashed down the London road. A few country carts were stirring, bearing in vegetables to the metropolis, but the lines of villas on either side were as silent and lifeless as some city in a dream. It has been in some point a singular case, said Holmes, flicking the horse on into a gallop. I confess that I have been as blind as a mole, but it is better to learn wisdom late than never to learn it at all. In town the earliest risers were just beginning to look sleepily from their windows as we drove through the streets on the Surrey side. Passing down the Waterloo Bridge Road we crossed over the river and dashing up Wellington Street we yield sharply to the right and found ourselves in both street. Sherlock Holmes was well known to the force and the two constables at the door saluted him. One of them held the horse's head while the other led us in. Who is on duty? asked Holmes. Inspector Bradstreet, sir. Ah! Bradstreet! How are you? A tall, star-official had come down the stone-flagged passage in a peaked cap and frog jacket. I wish to have a quiet word with you, Bradstreet. Certainly, Mr. Holmes, step into my room here. It was a small office-like room with a huge ledger upon the table and a telephone projecting from the wall. The inspector sat down at his desk. What can I do for you, Mr. Holmes? I call about that beggar-man Boone, the one who was charged with being concerned in the disappearance of Mr. Neville Sinclair of Lee. Yes, he was brought up and remanded for further inquiries. So I heard, you have him here, in the cells. Is he quiet?  Dirty? Yes, it's all we can do to make him wash his hands and his face is as black as a tinker's. Well, once his case has been settled he will have a regular prison bath, and I think if you saw him you would agree with me that he needed it. I should like to see him very much. Would you? That is easily done. Come this way, you can leave your bag. No, I think that I'll take it. Very good. Come this way, if you please. He led us down a passage, opened a barred door, passed down a winding stair, and brought us to a white-washed corridor with a line of doors on each side. The third on the right is his, said the Inspector. Here it is. He quietly shot back a panel in the upper part of the door and glanced through. He is asleep, said he. You can see him very well. We both put our eyes to the grating. The prisoner lay with his face towards us in a very deep sleep, breathing slowly and heavily. He was a middle-sized man, coarsely clad as became his calling, with a coloured shirt protruding through the rent in his tattered coat. He was, as the Inspector had said, extremely dirty, but the grime which covered his face could not conceal its repulsive ugliness. A broad wheel from an old scar ran right across it from eyed to chin, and by its contraction had turned up one side of the upper lip so that three teeth were exposed in a perpetual snarl. A shock of very bright red hair grew low over his eyes and forehead. He's a beauty, isn't he? said the Inspector. He certainly needs a wash, remarked Holmes. I had an idea that he might, and I took the liberty of bringing the tools with me. He opened the Gladstone bag as he spoke and took out to my astonishment a very large bath-sponge. Ha-ha!  Now, if you'll have the great goodness to open that door very quietly, we will soon make him cut a much more respectable figure. Well, I don't know why not, said the Inspector. He doesn't look a credit to the boastery cells, does he? He slipped his key into the lock and we all very quietly entered the cell. The sleeper half turned and then settled down once more into a deep slumber. Holmes stooped to the water-jug, moistened his sponge, and then rubbed it twice vigorously across and down the prisoner's face. Let me introduce you! he shouted. Mr. Neville Sinclair of Lee in the county of Kent. Never in my life have I seen such a sight. The man's face peeled off under the sponge like the bark from a tree. Gone was the coarse-brown tint, gone, too, was the horrid scar which had seemed it across and the twisted lip which had given the repulsive sneer to the face.  Then, suddenly realizing the exposure, he broke into a scream and threw himself down with his face to the pillow. Great heavens! cried the inspector. It is indeed the missing man. I know him from the photograph. The prisoner turned with the reckless air of a man who abandoned himself to his destiny. Be it so, said he, I pray, what am I charged with? With making away with Mr. Nevelson. Oh, come, you can't be charged with that unless they make a case of attempted suicide of it, said the inspector with a grin. Well, I have been twenty-seven years in the force, but this really takes the cake. If I am Mr. Nevelsoncler, then it is obvious that no crime has been committed and that therefore I am illegally detained. No crime, but a very great error has been committed, said Holmes. You would have done better to have trusted your wife. It was not the wife, it was the children, groaned the prisoner. God help me, I would not have them ashamed of their father. 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 am sure, make notes upon anything which you might tell us and submit it to the proper authorities. The case would then never go into court at all. God bless you! cried the prisoner passionately. I would have endured imprisonment, I even execution, rather than have left my miserable secret as a family block to my children.  My father was a schoolmaster in Chesterfield where I had received an excellent education. I travelled in my youth, took to the stage and finally became a reporter on an evening paper in London. One day my editor wished to have a series of articles upon begging in the metropolis and I volunteered to supply them. There was the point from which all my adventures started. It was only by trying begging us an amateur that I could get the facts on which to base my articles. When an actor I had, of course, learned all the secrets of making up and had been famous in the green room for my skill, I took advantage now of my attainments. I painted my face and to make myself as pitiable as possible. I made a good scar and fixed one side of my lip in a twist by the aid of a small slip of flesh-coloured plaster. Then with a red head of hair and an appropriate dress I took my station in the business part of the city ostensibly at a match-seller but really as a beggar. For seven hours I applied my trade and when I returned home in the evening I found to my surprise that I had received no less than twenty-six shillings and fourpence. I wrote my articles and thought little more of the matter until some time later I'd back to Bill for a friend and had a writ served upon me for twenty-five pounds. I was at my wit's end where to get the money but a sudden idea came to me. I begged a fortnight's grace from the creditor asked for a holiday from my employers and spent the time in begging in the city under my disguise. In ten days I had the money and had paid the debt. Well, you can imagine how hard it was to settle down to arduous work at two pounds a week when I knew that I could earn as much in a day by smearing my face with a little paint laying my cap on the ground and sitting still. It was a long fight between my pride and the money but the dollars won at last and I threw up reporting and sat day after day in the corner which I had first chosen inspiring pity by my ghastly face and filling my pockets with coppers. Only one man knew my secret. He was the keeper of a low den in which I used to lodge in Swandham Lane where I could every morning emerge as a squalid beggar and in the evenings transform myself into a well-dressed man about town. This fellow, Alaska, was well paid by me for his rooms so that I knew that my secret was safe in his possession. Well, very soon I found that I was saving considerable sums of money. I do not mean that any beggar in the streets of London could earn seven hundred pounds a year which is less than my average takings but I had exceptional advantages in my power of making up and also in a facility repartee which improved by practice and made me quite a recognised character in the city. All day a stream of pennies varied by silver poured in upon me and it was a very bad day in which I failed to take two pounds. As I grew richer I grew more ambitious took a house in the country and eventually married without anyone having a suspicion as to my real occupation. My dear wife knew that I had business in the city and she little knew what. Last Monday I had finished for the day and was dressing in my room above the opium den when I looked out of my window and saw to my horror and astonishment that my wife was standing in the street with her eyes fixed full upon me. I gave a cry of surprise threw up my arms to cover my face and rushing to my confidant, the Alaska treated him to prevent anyone from coming up to me. I heard her voice downstairs but I knew that she could not ascend. Swiftly I threw off my clothes, pulled on those of a beggar and put on my pigments and wig. Even a wife's eyes could not pierce so complete a disguise. But then it occurred to me that there might be a search in the room and that the clothes might betray me. I threw open the window, reopening by my violence a small cut which I had inflicted upon myself in the bedroom that morning. Then I seized my coat which was weighted by the coppers which I had just transferred to it from the leather bag in which I carried my takings. I hurled it out of the window and it disappeared into the Thames. The other clothes would have followed but at that moment there was a rush of constables up the stair and a few minutes after I found rather I confess to my relief that instead of being identified as Mr. Neville Sinclair I was arrested as his murderer. I do not know that there is anything else for me to explain. I was determined to preserve my disguise as long as possible and hence my preference for a dirty face. Knowing that my wife would be terribly anxious I slipped off my ring and confided it to the lascar at a moment when no constable was watching me together with a hurried scrawl telling her that she had no cause to fear. That note only reached her yesterday said Holmes. Good God! What a week she must have spent! The police have watched this lascar said Inspector Bradstreet and I can quite understand that he might find it difficult to post a letter unobserved. Probably he handed it to some sailor customer of his who forgot all about it for some days. That was it said Holmes nodding approvingly. I have no doubt of it. But have you never been prosecuted for begging? Many times, but what was a fine to me? It must stop here, however, said Bradstreet. If the police are to hush this thing up there must be no more a few boon. I have sworn it by the most solemn oaths which a man can take. In that case I think it is probable that no further steps may be taken if you are found again and all must come out. I am sure, Mr. Holmes, that we are very much indebted to you for having cleared the matter up. I wish I knew how you reach your results. I reached this one, said my friend, by sitting upon five pillows and consuming an ounce of shag. I think Watson as if we drive to Baker Street we shall just be in time for breakfast. End of Adventure Six The Man with the Twisted Lip


Hey, bolo buddies. Thanks for watching. All right in this video We are going to test some items to see if they are Bakelite a few of these items are coming to what not So be sure to follow me over there and look for that in a future show I am Bolo buddies all one word on what not and you can use my link down below that will get you $15 to shop All right, let's get started All right, Bolo buddies. We are going to talk about testing for Bakelite So first off, I'm just going to grab something that I'm pretty certain is not Bakelite What I like to do is take a wet towel and just wipe off the surface where I'm going to actually be testing That way there's no dirt that's going to kind of skew my testing results So the first one I have cleaned the area. I do not believe this is Bakelite, but I could be wrong We are going to go ahead and we're going to take a semi-chrome. This is what I use. It's pretty inexpensive I just ordered mine off of eBay And I'm going to put it on a q-tip And I'm going to take it and I'm going to go across the surface right here And you can see That it is just Kind of a pink color, which is the color of the semi-chrome. So this is just plastic. It is not Bakelite I don't know what kind of plastic, but it is not Bakelite and Then I will wipe off that area again just to clean that off now here is a serracove necklace piece Again, I don't think this is Bakelite, but I'm honestly not a hundred percent sure So I am going to clean the surface I'm actually probably going to test it on the back here. Just I've never seen this in my chrome do anything to the product but Just to be safe. So let me put a little more of this. I'm just going to barely Barely put just a tad bit on here That's actually too much So I'm going to scrape some off.  So make sure you wipe things down good This did not test for Bakelite All right, the next item I'm pretty certain I'm actually certain because I already tested it But when I saw it I was pretty certain that it was Bakelite This is a handmade brooch out of a game piece and I have sold game pieces that are Bakelite so Had a good feeling about this one, but I wasn't sure So I'm going to test it in front of you guys and the last thing I'm going to test today is amazing It's something I found in a junk box and I'm not sure what it is So I'm hoping you guys can help me out with that But I'm also going to show you a couple other bracelets and then I'll show you that thing last Okay, so I've got the pink stuff the semi-chrome and I'm going to run it across here And this is what it's going to look like if it is actually Bakelite But I'm going to test a few more products just to show you guys See how it has turned a clear orange color That is Bakelite Okay Now let me grab Something that is not this color a different color of Bakelite and show you I'm going to wipe this off first Make sure to get it clean. I do actually have two of these so I'm going to test this other one real quick I'm pretty sure it's the same it's the same game piece But just to be sure I want to go ahead and just test it because I'm going to be putting this over on what not So I just want to make sure that it is actually Bakelite and This one was probably a brooch in the back fell off So you can see there is a clear orange color. So yes, that is confirmed Bakelite Okay So I will probably take this one and add a pin on the back and make this a brooch again If I can find a pin Otherwise, I'll just sell it as is and somebody can fix it, but this one actually has some dangles on it. It's really pretty So those will be coming to a future what not show. So I hope you guys will follow me on what not I Do online auctions over there? So we're going to test this green piece There is a coupon down below that will get you $15 off Actually, it's $15 credit towards your first purchase if you use my what not link to join So definitely do that and come see me. Alright, so I'm putting my pink pink semi chrome on here Let's just get a little bit of that on here It's on there and we're going to take this green bracelet. I've already wiped it And we're just going to run it over it and we're going to see if this is Bakelite I'm pretty sure this one was Bakelite It's green and you can see it turned the same orange color. It didn't turn green. It turns this orange color All right, so that one is a confirmed Bakelite bracelet and just let me show you What this looks like Isn't it beautiful It's absolutely awesome. Okay now this one is Amazing it's got like I don't know if it's brass or I don't know what's inside. I'm not really great with jewelry you guys I'm just going to be honest But Bakelite I do know how to test for so I thought I would pass on that knowledge to you guys If you don't know and again the piece we're going to test at the end. I'm not even sure what to do with it It's so incredible. Okay, so here it is We're going to run this over The piece and I just like to rub it real good and then we're going to see see that one Let me do it harder. I think I was in an area that Didn't have a lot of the semi chrome on it. There we go. Oh That's weird never seen that happen. Oh, I think there was something on here. Let me get another Q-tip and let's try that again What on earth maybe it hit the metal. Do you think it hit the metal? I Don't know. I'm gonna wipe it all down again. We're gonna try again. That was weird. Okay, so I got a lot on there We're gonna run it over this again And we should get that dark yellow color and that one's not coming off as dark Let me just keep rubbing it here. I'm pretty sure this one was yeah. I mean, it's just not as dark So if anybody has any tips as to why this one is not as dark as the other ones Let me know. I am curious. I just need to keep rubbing it I mean, it's definitely got an orange tint to it. So I don't know If anybody has any feedback would love that down in the comments, but I'm pretty certain that one is Bakelite as well Okay, now this is what I found in like a junk box and I'm like, what is this? I still do not have any idea, but I'm like that sure looks like Bakelite I think I'm gonna test this for maybe Sterling also. I don't know that it is. I probably could take a Magnet and see if it sticks to a magnet Let's see. I have a magnet right here It does not stick to a magnet So that's not and that does not confirm it, but I know that's one test But how beautiful is this? It all looks maybe artisan made And this is the back. Does anybody know what this is? so it's two pieces and My husband's like, well, I think that hooks into there like that and I'm like, okay Well, that makes sense, but what is it? So neither one of us know So let's test it for Bakelite and just see if it is I've already tested it guys But I wanted to test it for you. So we're gonna get this here I've got way too much on there Okay, so I'm gonna run this over the brown area and you can see it's clearly Bakelite So I'm gonna wipe that off now I did test Inside of here also it was tricky. I had to like take my q-tip in there and it tested for Bakelite also I'll just show you but man. Oh man It is a little bit difficult to actually test because it's in such an awkward spot So I'm just gonna run it across here like this and you can see it is also yellow But again, I want to make sure that I get that off I don't know if it would actually I don't think it damages it, but I don't know I don't know enough about it. So I just make sure that I take a damp wet cloth Not like drenched, you know, but something that is wet And I get that off of there So if anybody knows what that piece is now, I'm like intrigued and curious about this one again I just want to test it again in a different spot and just keep testing it. I'm wiping it down I'm gonna test it again because it's driving me bonkers Let me get a fresh q-tip here And I'm gonna put a lot on it this time So we're really gonna put a lot of paint on it. So you can see what color it is before I'm just gonna rub it. I mean it definitely changed. I think it's definitely Bakelite. Now again Let me show you one that is not Bakelite Just so you can compare What I'm talking about here Get another q-tip So we're gonna go with That has some alright. Let's go with this one again Okay, because this one actually I would think oh it could be and we'll test it down here a bigger area And you can see there is absolutely no change No change. It's still has like a pink look to it. So that is not Bakelite So if I take this same pink and rub it over this one You can see it turns so not as deep and dark as those other ones But definitely changes. So I'm gonna confirm that this is probably Bakelite and That this is definitely just some sort of plastic and we'll get those wiped off All right, you guys, I hope this was helpful and I hope somebody can tell me what on earth This is All right, I will see you on what not and thanks for watching


I'll use the end of it. Chris is picking. There's another squash on the other side. Chris is picking some squash, y'all. I told you. Chris said, I don't know if he's got enough squash. I said, yeah, let's get out of the truck and I'll get it. I'll be done. We don't have three or four. Look at all the squash he's got. We're at Collar Valley. I'll get you to go back. We're at Collar Valley. Who's this going to? Collar Valley champs. Hershey and Roscoe. Hershey looks like a Hershey. This is my little brother. These are the scuppy dimes. They are not musky dimes. They're scuppy dimes. And look, the leaves are just starting to come out on them. But there's a lot of them. We're up in. It looks a lot different now because my brother remodeled it. But this was the old front porch with just nothing but a stoop. It was our view from the front yard. And I used to go talk to my horse named Tim. We had a fence and this whole front was fenced. And this is where Tim was. There's the pond down there for the animals. And the pond across the street was where Granddaddy had his cattle. But from this, you can see almost all the way across the valley. This is Collar Valley. That's across the valley. Miles and miles away. That's the fields on the other side of the valley. The horse down in the pasture where we just were. Blackberries. We have walked through the grass and I finally said, let's go get the gator. So we went and got the gator. Now we're driving along the fence line and picking blackberries and we run across a nice little patch. So I thought I'd show it to y'all. I'm going to turn the camera around so y'all can see it out of my way. I think I can turn the camera. Yeah, there it goes. Here's Chris down there picking. We're picking. Look at all these blackberries. Now this is on the side of the fence y'all. But it's covered up. You just got to get in here and get them. Y'all see them? Lots and lots of them. But look, we are out in the pasture with the gator. We already passed the cows. We've seen a baby calf and she was a doll. She still had her umbilical cord on. And I got a little glimpse of her for y'all to see later, but not a lot. So just thought we would touch base with y'all. We might, I look rough this morning. I got on my sunscreen, got my hat on, got on my long sleeves out here picking these berries. My aunt and uncle live right up the road. I'm gonna show y'all their house. We might go up there because then if anybody's got a green thumb, that woman has got a green thumb. Let me show you where she lives. They live up there. See that house far, far away? And they got some sunflowers and that's where we got our field corn last year. But she's got every kind of flower you can think of. So we might, right over there before we go home and see if we can't get a couple of cuttings of some good flowers for the yard. But I won't let y'all see Chris again. And I'll let y'all see what we're doing. Polk salad's everywhere out here. We live in Polk County, girl.  I tell you that right now. Look, Chris is right here. There's Polk salad all in here. See? Um, and we're on the side. I got to start picking berries. So I don't get behind it because it's getting hot, but y'all see how many's on them? These are just wild blackberries growing on the side of the fence. I hope y'all have a good day. We got all bar service right here on the bottom of this hill. So we're doing good. Daddy's house is up on the top of the hill. I'll show it to y'all. That's Teddy's house up on the top of the hill. This is the bottom pasture where the cows stay. So anyway, we'll check y'all out later. I was going to let you see what I got in my bucket. I got a bunch of critters. There's a nice spotter in there. There's some personal. There's a nice looking spot.


All right, what's up, separate traders? Welcome on back here this Thursday afternoon, shortly after 2.30 PM Eastern time. And of course, this February 3rd, I should say for all of us on social media, Facebook Live. And of course, for all of us live inside Cybertrup, welcome on back to our afternoon meeting. So great to see Chuck, great to see Ron, Mark, all of us kind of just coming on back inside the live trading room right now. It's been a snoozer of a day, folks. I mean, really not a whole lot to work with. Markets have been dropping off, of course. We were kind of anticipating that, heading into the market open this morning. And I'll talk to you about that in just a second. But with that in mind, I mean, hey, although the markets are beginning to pull back here, there haven't really been too many volatile, great shorts that we could really make some good money with so far, at least speaking for the afternoon, the morning. We did pretty nicely at least on SoFi, AMC, the usual sideless stocks that could potentially move with the market. So for right now, I have APM here on my screen just to begin. I had a small screen share issue just earlier, folks. I hope that everybody, not only could hear me loud and clear, but hopefully everybody could see the screen pretty clearly for right now. Nonetheless, APM's on the screen. It's just up about 22% for right now. Oops, I was zooming out there. It's not doing a whole lot. Making the lower highs, it pulled back, actually charts really spotty. So I'm not too particular about this. I kind of just came back to my desk here, just scanning around prior to starting. So let's move right from top to bottom. As always, any of the stocks that we may have caught from the morning, we'll quickly recap. Today's Thursday, so no Bitcoin today, but we'll briefly at least go through the list and see what we could work with. The TLMD to begin, the only reason I'm clicking this just to make the point even further, folks. We talked about this back in the phase one course two weeks ago at this point, ended up just, when news comes out of a buyout, this is the end result. Just, we end up seeing the stock gap up or pop up to the price in which it's likely acquired at, price per share transaction that is. And from there, it's just flat. Maybe a more expensive buyout can make a bit of a move. It might trade in like a dollar range or a 50 cent range, depending on how expensive the trade really is. I remember stamps.com, once that got bought out, however many dollars it was, like 300 bucks a share. It was trading like a dollar channel, right? This thing's $2.80 stock. It's nowhere near worth trying to trade the stock here. So, we did not put this on our watch list. We were smart enough to not do that at least. So, it wasn't worth it at all, right? Always like to show this just for reinsurance though, reassurance though. All right, KAVL as we keep going. I had the word insurance there in my head because I'm getting double charged this month. How about that? Switching from one insurance company to another, I was just dealing with that on the phone before. So, that's how my day's been going. KAVL for right now, it's a cheapy, pushing up quite a bit for right now. I mean, just because it's below a buck doesn't mean that we're not gonna trade it. You know, it's pushing up really nicely for right now. So, for the meantime, I guess I'll put this on our list to begin. My dope pad here, my pen right here, KAVL. All right, so we keep it going. The BCDA trade, this was a bust. Unfortunately, this kind of joins the ranks this week of, what was it, the one from yesterday, the OLB stock, the MDJH trade. A lot of those stocks that from this week that were up big in pre-market, that were cheap, looking pretty good. I just, this offered us maybe a little pop after the open, a pop from like two up to 230 to 25-ish. But after that, the wheels fell off. Once the volume dies off, so does the stock. I always say that here. So nonetheless, this ended up pulling back down. It's not worth it here for the afternoon. And also really quick, just to check in while I'm at it, on the MDJH stock, I don't know if I would have found that on the losers list or not. It's down 10% from yesterday's close even. So it had dropped off, going into the after hours, into the pre-market this morning. So that's where we say, we never wanna turn a day trade into an overnighter, right? Recklessly without any real reason behind it. If you're trying to gamble, this is not the place or time to do it. OLB, same thing, back from yesterday, top percent gainer yesterday morning. It ended up actually closing lower than it had opened up, which is pretty interesting. Popped up, then pulled back, and then even further this morning. So just getting back to the BCDA trade, I mean, you tell me. It doesn't seem like this stock's gonna make a big pop, you're heading into the close. And if it does, then God bless. I'd be the first to try and call it out and look to trade it. But it doesn't seem likely, and with that, it only seems more likely that come tomorrow morning, we're gonna see the stock on the percent losers list down more. V-MAC, V-W-A-C, or V-M-A-C, geez, my dyslexia getting my way there. 526,000 shares, it's just dropping off and all the rest. So keep moving. APM, we started off on the stock actually here, so we're gonna move on from this year, still pulling back, not doing a whole lot. Now we have this ETF called KOLD, it looks like natural gas ETF. Ended up making a nice retracement back up this morning. It looks like for the last week and a half, two weeks the stock's been getting crushed, or ETF, I should keep, I'll get that from Fauza. This ticker keeps getting crushed, right? This is an ETF, not a stock, mind you. But for right now, relatively volatile, heading into this time of the day. So it ended up making a bit of a slingshot from like 24.75 up to nearly 26, topped off at the high of the day from pre-market there, and then pulled back, it's like range bound, but it's volatile, and volatile in a good way at least. Felix, one of our long-time students inside the cyber group room, he just cleaned up, he got about, what was that, 68 cents, Felix? 65, 68 cents on a short on KOLD, perfect. Always gotta request the shares first for a stock that's hard, or for a ticker that's hard to borrow, but nonetheless, if your broker can give the shares to you, then go at it, right? So Felix, one of our long-time veteran students, he knows his stuff here, and he picked up a really nice trade. Nice. So KOLD, I don't know, I'm not fully committed to this one just yet. I'll come back to it at the end if I need to. I saw this INDO trade former runner from maybe like a week or two weeks ago, or last week I guess, but ended up making like a nice little move this early afternoon, pushed up from like 4.10 up to like 4.40, ended up pushing up higher, heading into this time of the day here. The pullback down is actually kind of detracting me a little bit here, moved up pretty nicely, going into 2.30, right back down, and that's never too good, so we're gonna move on from this one here too. I mean, hey, let me face it, there's probably more on the loser side anyway with the market tanking, so, you know, I always say that here in this meeting, but I always gotta go through the gainer side first. There might be, you know, a stock that's coming out with really good news, for whatever reason going against the grain. There were a couple that were this morning, and not ETFs, but stocks actually, tickers like DWAC, ended up making a pretty good pop, at least, you know, upon the market opening up, you know, made the slingshot later on up towards 87, or 86.50. The PHUN trade went with it, you know, those seemed to trade relatively similar at times, and then the CFEI too. CFEI is also becoming, you know, more of a known ticker, more of a known stock, that could trade with the DWAC and the FUN, so those moved up nicely at least this morning. CFEI is shortable out of those three. This one actually is easy to borrow, it's dropping back down. That does present some opportunity, but again, not fully committed to any of them really just yet. Just wanted to check in with them pretty quickly. CAPR not doing a whole lot right now either. All right, let's just do it. We'll hop over to the loser's list. Of course, with the market down, UVXY, all of the inverse ETFs are up. Hey, cold was on this Gainers list here this afternoon so far. SQQQ, VIX, VIXE, UVXY, you name it. We were following UVXY from earlier today, right? So we'll jump back to those if we need to, but for right now, let's just move over to the loser's list here.  I don't know how often it is that you see such name brand mega cap stocks like Facebook or Snapchat. I don't know if you consider Snapchat a mega cap or a large cap, whatever. It's a very large company, valuation-wise. Them Spotify, Pinterest, all these major companies down 15 plus percent today. It's not too often that you happen to see that. So I ended up actually taking a nice little snapshot of that. We'll probably show it in a class just going over. At least what happens when a lot of these big name stocks report bad earnings, the market tanks right away. And that's effectively what happened heading into the afternoon yesterday. I would pull up the main spy chart actually to show because I think the five minute here, it doesn't show the activity here in the after hours. But of course, you see the gap down. We all know the market gap down heading into the open here this morning. But it was mainly off of a big drop based off of bad earnings from Facebook. We ended up seeing Snapchat go with it. We ended up seeing Pinterest go with it. I know that there's some bigger companies also like Spotify, of course, that reported earnings in the after hours last night. So Facebook, listen, it's at the lows of the day right now going with the market presumptively. Not fully because the market's dropping lower right now whereas Facebook's kind of holding here for a little bit. But between Facebook, like I said, Snapchat, we're going to probably re-ed all these two our main watch list so far, specifically the Snapchat trade. This one's obviously well more within our price range for right now. Just broke below 25 again and dropping off pretty steady. So that seems to be working out pretty well in the short. RFP, not really doing a whole lot right now. I just wanted to look at it pretty quick. What else we got here? Spotify, not really dropping off as quick as Snapchat or near the lows like the Facebook trade. So we'll pass on this for right now. PHES, I got to expand the price column here for right now. Just give me a quick second. Yeah, PHES looks pretty interesting. Pagstegoro, digital limited. It's at the lows, good order book, shortable. So all of that peaks my interest for right now. P-A-G-S. And I don't know if this is at all time low territory. It definitely looks like multi or 52 week lows. You got to go back to 2000. Not all time lows, but we're steadily getting there. All time low on this trade, I reckon, is $13.58. So we'll check back in with this one. It easily comes tomorrow if it doesn't do well from this point forward. But we're definitely going to focus on this here for the afternoon, the P-A-G-S. All right, so really quick, let me just quickly skim through the losers list here for right now. I know that there's a lot more that's down that five or 10 plus percent, folks. So for all of us on YouTube or Facebook today or for all of us live inside the cyber group room like Kathleen or Leda or Ari or Grant, Gary, I need a little help. Let me know if there's anything else that looks pretty good heading into the afternoon. One answer right away is the stock it's clicked on, Square. So we're going to put this back on our list here, Square. And when I say back, I mean, I don't know if we specifically put Square on our watch list from yesterday, but it moves with PayPal. And if Square is dropping, I move right back to PayPal here and PayPal, although expensive. It has a really good order book for $124 stock, that's for sure. So we'll definitely put this back on our watch list, the PayPal trade alongside Square. Gary on SoFi, getting about 45 cents, nice. Excellent, that took a while, Gary. And I was in that trade earlier too from the 12 level. Did pretty, I got stopped out at first, then I ended up jumping back in. I almost thought I chased it, but it ended up dropping off after I caught like the decent part of it after, but it was tricky. You held on for a nice portion of that trade. He just got out on a short from 11.99 down to 11.53. Excellent. All right, I may as well say it now for all of us on YouTube today. If you wanted to join us inside our live trading room, feel more than free to go right down to the link on the banner below there just to get yourself started. So you can trade alongside students like Gary and Ron and Ari and perhaps myself and Fausto, of course. So if you wanted to do that, feel more than free to do so. Ron says F earnings after the bell, so that will be more so one that we'll like to follow probably heading into the open tomorrow morning. You know what, it's dropping off pretty nicely. I mean, it is that major support though. So my gripe on it is that normally stocks don't really perform that well heading into earnings either way, up or down. Like, you know, there's not as much volatility heading into earnings, a lot of volume traded, but there's more hesitation just based around what's going to happen coming up. So this is of course dropping off at the market right now. This could be a great stock to follow really. I mean, right now or any given day. I'm going to pass on it. I want to see if there's any other stocks that aren't reporting after the bell, so we can kind of wait to see what happens on those. And we'll check back in with Ford tomorrow morning. Odds are we'll have Ford on the watch list tomorrow morning, Ron. My belief is that it'll flatten out at 20 and be kind of like an ugly trade for the next like hour. So just testing and breaking under and over 20 at first year, first time it did that today. So if the market bounces, which does not look likely, but granted in the event where you might see it bounce in the market, perhaps the Ford trade can make a slingshot coming up, but otherwise I'm going to pass on it here. All right, I'll tell you what, I'll look at Benzinga Pro here pretty quickly folks. Ari did call out the Roblox trade, I think, right? RBLX. So let me actually look at that quick. I'm sorry, Ari, just checking that out right now. Yeah, it's dropping off, right? I mean, very tradable in the sense of the order book, you know, again, pretty expensive, but the order book seems to be pretty liquid or at least a tight spread. So, you know, hey, if you've done well on it today, Ari, or if you're in the trade right now on the short, I'm sure you're cleaning up on it. You know, I want to follow something that's either at the highs or at the lows. So if there's a stock that's at the lows or maybe, again, we'll look at now UVXY, of course, an ETF that's completely running as the markets are falling off. So, yeah, of course we got to add UVXY now at this point, you know, to the list. SQQQ, perhaps otherwise, you know, kind of them in tandem. SQQQQ is inverse for the NASDAQ 100 and really inverse to QQQQ. Chuck asking if I could look at the spy chart over, say, a couple of months to provide perspective. Chuck, my computer might explode if I do that. No, I really mean it. Like, it may actually, it may explode. I don't want to do it, it may freeze everything up, especially for all of us joining us on YouTube right now or Facebook. Perhaps just once I jump back on the mic later on today I could do it, but we'll see. Maybe I'll take a picture of it on my other screen and send it to you here in the chat board. American Airlines dropping off. That's at the lows. So, you know, that could easily be a stock we could add to our list. Let's just check out the others here. In the meantime, that was a good call from James or Jim.  Take a look at fuel cell perhaps. This one's kind of a slower trade. Gonna pass on this at least. Maybe look at plug, otherwise. Man, not doing a whole lot. Let's look at UAL, maybe we'll look at jets all together, the airline ETF. You know, I was gonna say something really mean. It was gonna be kind of a nice rip to Fausto, but we have our company dinner later on tonight. So I don't wanna say it because he would have to get me back in return. So all I'll say is jets, the airline ETF and not the football team, it's dropping off. It kind of looks like the football team there. All right, so with that in mind, maybe we do add UAL, maybe we do add AAL and kind of keep those airlines in mind, heading into the close. I hope he's not listening, Brian. Now the Giants did just as bad.  And especially, especially what had happened over the last couple of days. That is the trustee. JetBlue from Leda. Yeah, a little slow, right? So like as far as the airlines, I'm gonna more so focus on UAL, AAL. Let's get that UAL back in our price range again. Save spirit. Yeah, I'll pass on this one. This one's not really trading a whole lot of volume per minute. Doug asking about the BON trade on YouTube joining us today.  Asking about BON, not doing a whole lot right now. It's up 21% high of the day. Hold up, it's approaching high of the day.  But this is where I say it kind of reminds me like between this one and what was it, the other one, the BCDA trade. What was it, like the OLB stock and then the other one, the MDJH, we ended up following that a little bit heading into the afternoon, I think, yesterday. We were pretty hopeful. Just didn't really provide us really any sort of good move, right? So that's where I'm a little reluctant, Doug. I appreciate the shout there. And actually, I mean, well, literally right now as I come back to it, I think it's shaking back down. So I think we know our answer now. So I guess that confirms it. We're gonna pass on this one here, the BON. All right, folks, I think that just about does it for me. I think in total, how many do we have on our watch list now? We'll check back in on cold, I guess, here at the end, too. We got two, four, six, eight, nine stocks to work with. Eight stocks, seven stocks, two ETFs, maybe three coming up here on cold. Tell you what, the volume really dropped off on the cold trend since 230. It's only trading about 6,600 shares per minute. That's really not a whole lot. Chart actually looks spotty since we started the meeting. Couple of gap ups and downs that I don't really like. So actually, we'll pass on this, so it's all right. 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And for all of us live inside the trading room now, I'll be back on the mic just shortly after one of our coaching calls coming up, myself and Alex can be trading here, probably the, I reckon the square trade, if not square, then snap, one of those shorts heading into the close. All right, folks, I'll talk to you all soon. Take care.


Hello! Welcome back to, I almost said Surgeon Sim. Welcome back to Surgeon Simulator. We're gonna do some operations today. And the first one that we're doing is, hold on, I've got money. No, I'm doing this one on my own. On my own. That's all the lyrics I know. We're back in the most satisfying game that we know. Why am I using this one? Let's use this. Oh, baby. Oh, baby, that's nice. Let's get the windows first. Why not? You know, easers-peasers out of the wazers. Get them all clean there. Oh, oh. That's nice. Oh, that's nice. I like this vintage car. Isn't this nice? And a little bit of a throwback to this house that we did. And by that, we did, I mean, that I did, off stream. Let's get these headlights. Uh-huh, uh-huh. Let's get those little guys right there. Thank you. And thank you. And thank you. All the little horns. Oh, yeah. All right, yeah, baby. All right, yeah. Ooh, this has got some rust on it. We're gonna have to use a powerful boy for this one. There's all fun prints on to- I think it's a cat, but it kind of looks like a dog's feet. Did they look the same? I don't actually know. I'm assuming they look the same. We can also crouch now. We can go prone now, which is kind of fun. Man, we might need a real powerful guy to get all the rust off of here, actually. Oh, it said wash me on it. That's cute. Oh, yeah. Oh, we get these little guys, these little guys right here. Oh, yeah. What about these little mirrors? Guys, I think we need something a little bit more powerful. I'm thinking. So let's, what we'll do, actually. Let's do a basic wash. A basic wash and rinse. Okay. We'll do a basic wash and rinse. We'll get all the dust off and then we'll come back with a much more powerful wash. All right, basic wash is done. So what we're gonna do, let's get an even 1500 actually. So we only need a couple more dollars. We can probably get this, yeah? Nope. Let's see, what can we finish off? Maybe the, oh yeah, we can do all the wheels. There we go. Tire for 1500. All right, let's go in here. Let's go to the power washers. See, we already have 1500. Can we sell things? We already have 1500. So, hmm, yeah. Let's get some metal cleaner. We'll do this. This doesn't even actually work that well. Maybe it does. Oh, yeah. There we go. We have 1500, baby. All right, basic wash is done. So what we're gonna do, let's get an even 1500 actually. So we only need a couple more dollars. We can probably get this, yeah? Nope. Let's see, what can we finish off? Maybe the, oh yeah, we can do all the wheels. We can get all the tires for sure. There we go. Tire for 1500. All right, let's go in here. Let's go to the power washers. See, we already have 1500. Can we sell things? We already have 1500. So, mine is well, hmm, yeah. Let's get some metal cleaner, okay? We'll get the metal cleaner, metal cleaner. We'll do this. This doesn't even actually work that well. Maybe it does. Oh, yeah. There we go, we have 1500, baby. Wow, look at that. It's doing like nothing. We just gotta make good use of it, you know? Can't waste it. Nice, nice! Some metal on the body still, some metal on the body. There we go, all right. Now, if we change it out to the multi-purpose. Nice, look at that. Would you look at this? Now that is some nice stuff. Oh, baby. Easer's Peasers, baby, Easer's Peasers. Can I see it now? There we go. All right, door handles and door hinges. They added the thing too, at the very end. Which is really nice, where it gives you a checklist. And the wing mirror. And baby, that is a job well done. Now look at this. Wash me. Oh, I wash you again, I wash you so again. Isn't that fun, isn't that fun? I wish the resolution was better on this thing. I wish I had just some more money. This gives 500, so if we can do this, if we can do this, then we can get the new thing, right? Right, right. My guy, we gotta do the fence too. The house is so big, it's so big. It didn't even do that much. Oh, I wish I just had 400 more dollars, 400 more dollars. I just want the new thing, I want the new guy. That's all I want. I'm slipping and sliding everywhere because this roof is so dang steep. I'm depressed. Well, my next two things are a thousand bucks each anyway.  Give me the chimney, give me the god dang chimney.  There we go. See that quick scope that I just did? All right, pals, I got a meeting that I got to go to. I'm so sorry for having to cut this short but I'm already going to you in an hour and I unlocked a new thing.  So, thanks for watching. I meant to do, okay, hold on a second. He's got sunglasses on.