安德鲁·韦斯特 朋友叫他小韦 公务员
Andrew West, known as Westie to his friends. Civil servant.
Found dead on the tracks at Battersea station this morning
with his head smashed in.
Jumped in front of a train?
Seems the logical assumption.
Well, you wouldn't be here if it was just an accident.
The MoD is working on a new missile defence system,
the Bruce-Partington Program it's called.
The plans for it were on a memory stick.
That wasn't very clever.
It's not the only copy. Oh.
But it is secret.
Very. We think West must have taken the memory stick.
We can't risk it falling into the wrong hands.
You've got to find those plans, Sherlock.
Don't make me order you.
I'd like to see you try.
Think it over.
再见 约翰 嗯
Goodbye, John. Mm.
See you very soon.
Why did you lie?
You've got nothing on.
Not a single case. That's why the wall took a pounding.
Why did you tell your brother you were busy?
Why shouldn't I?
Sibling rivalry. Now we're getting somewhere.
Of course. How could I refuse?
Lestrade - I've been summoned.
Yeah. If you want me to. Of course.
I'd be lost without my blogger.
'You like the funny cases, don't you?'
The surprising ones. Obviously.
You'll love this. That explosion.
Gas leak, yes? No.
Made to look like one. What?
Hardly anything left of the place, except a strongbox.
A VERY strong box, and inside it was this.
You haven't opened it?
It's addressed to you, isn't it?
We've X-rayed it. It's not booby-trapped.
From the Czech Republic. No fingerprints?
She used a fountain pen. Parker Duofold, iridium nib.