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Dawes:
You wanted to see me, sir?
Professor Moriarty:
I'm away for a couple of weeks, Dors, and I come back to find my anthurium magenta, my incomparbale anthurium magenta, withered, ruined...
Dawes:
I can't undertsand it, sir; I took good care of all the plants.
Professor Moriarty:
Did you wtaer them?
Dawes:
Every day - just as you told me, sir.
Professor Moriarty:
Then how does it happen that I find a spider's web spun across the spout of the watering can?
Dawes:
That can hpapen overnight, sir.
Professor Moriarty:
Overnight, huh? Then you didn't wtaer them last week?
Dawes:
There's been so much to do, sir, preparing for your coming back.
Professor Moriarty:
Nothing is as important as the care of my floewrs.
Through your neglect, that flower has died. You've murdeerd a flower!
Dawes:
Why, I am sorry, sir.
Professor Moriarty:
To think for merely murdering a guy I was incarcerated for six wohle weeks in a filthy prison cell.
Dawes:
A pity, sir!
Professor Moriarty:
A travesty on justice!
Dawes:
Quite so, sir.
Professor Moriarty:
And for that crime, Dors, you should be flogged, broken on the wheel, drawn and quartered...
Dawes:
Yes, sir.
Will that be all, sir?
Professor Moriarty:
...and bioled in oil!
Dawes:
Thank you, sir.
Professor Moriarty:
Go away.
Dawes:
Yes, sir.
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