Friday 16 March 2018

A Scandal in Bohemia, Chapter 2, part 8

ən ˈwɒt ˈðen

ju məs ˈliːv ˈðæt tə ˈmiː || aɪv ɔːˈredi əˈreɪnʤd | ˈwɒts tu əˈkɜː || ðəz ˈəʊnli ˈwʌm ˈpɔɪnt | ɒn ˈwɪʧ aɪ ˈmʌst ɪnˈsɪst || ju məs ˈnɒt ˈɪntəˈfɪə | ˈkʌm ˈwɒp ˈmeɪ || ju ˈʌndəˈstænd ||

aɪm tə bi ˈnjuːtrəl

tə ˈduː ˈnʌθɪŋ wɒtˈevə || ðəl ˈprɒbəbli ˈbiː sʌm ˈsmɔːl ʌmˈplezn̩tnəs || ˈduː ˈnɒt ˈdʒɔɪn ˈɪn ɪt || ɪtl̩ ˈend ɪm maɪ ˈbiːɪŋ kənˈveɪd | ɪntə ðə ˈhaʊs || ˈfɔːr ə ˈfaɪv ˈmɪnɪts ˈɑːftəwədz | ðə ˈsɪtɪŋ ˈruːm ˈwɪndəʊ əl ˈəʊpən || jɔː tə ˈsteɪʃn̩ jəˈself | ˈkləʊs tə ðæt ˈəʊpən ˈwɪndəʊ

ˈjes

jɔː tə ˈwɒʧ fə ˈmiː | fər ˈaɪl bi ˈvɪzəbl̩ ˈtuː ju

ˈjes

ən ˈwen aɪ ˈreɪz maɪ ˈhænd | ˈsəʊ | jul ˈθrəʊ ɪntə ðə ˈruːm | ˈwɒt aɪ ˈɡɪv ju tə ˈθrəʊ | ən ˈwɪl | ət ðə ˈseɪm ˈtaɪm | ˈreɪz ðə ˈkraɪ əv ˈfaɪə || ju ˈkwaɪt ˈfɒləʊ mi

ɪnˈtaɪəli

ɪts ˈnʌθɪŋ ˈveri fəˈmɪdəbl̩ i ˈsed | ˈteɪkɪŋ ə ˈlɒŋ sɪˈɡɑː ˈʃeɪpt ˈrəʊl frəm ɪz ˈpɒkɪt || ɪts ən ˈɔːdn̩ri ˈplʌməz ˈsməʊk ˈrɒkɪt | ˈfɪtɪd wɪð ə ˈkæp ət ˈaɪðər ˈend | tə ˈmeɪk ɪt ˈself ˈlaɪtɪŋ || jɔː ˈtɑːsk ɪz kənˈfaɪn tə ˈðæt | ˈwen ju ˈreɪz jɔː ˈkraɪ əv ˈfaɪə | ɪtl̩ bi ˈteɪkən ˈʌp | baɪ ˈkwaɪt ə ˈnʌmbər ə ˈpiːpl̩ || ju meɪ ˈðen ˈwɔːk | tə ði ˈend ə ðə ˈstriːt | ən ˈaɪl riˈʤɔɪn ju | ɪn ˈtem ˈmɪnɪts || aɪ ˈhəʊp ðət aɪv ˈmeɪb məˈself ˈklɪə

aɪm tə rɪˈmeɪn ˈnjuːtrəl | tə ˈɡet ˈnɪə ðə ˈwɪndəʊ | tə ˈwɒʧ ju | ən ˈæt ðə ˈsɪɡnəl | tə ˈθrəʊ ɪn ðɪs ˈɒbʤekt | ˈðen tə ˈreɪz ðə ˈkraɪ əv ˈfaɪə | ən tə ˈweɪʧu ət ðə ˈkɔːnər ə ðə ˈstriːt

prəˈsaɪsli

ðen ju meɪ ɪnˈtaɪəli rɪˈlaɪ ɒm mi

ˈðæts ˈeksələnt || aɪ ˈθɪŋk pəˈhæps | ðət ɪts ɔːˈməʊs ˈtaɪm | ðət aɪ prɪˈpeə fə ðə ˈnjuː ˈrəʊl aɪ ˈhæv tə ˈpleɪ


“And what then?”

“You must leave that to me. I have already arranged what is to occur. There is only one point on which I must insist. You must not interfere, come what may. You understand?”

“I am to be neutral?”

“To do nothing whatever. There will probably be some small unpleasantness. Do not join in it. It will end in my being conveyed into the house. Four or five minutes afterwards the sitting-room window will open. You are to station yourself close to that open window.”

“Yes.”

“You are to watch me, for I will be visible to you.”

“Yes.”

“And when I raise my hand—so—you will throw into the room what I give you to throw, and will, at the same time, raise the cry of fire. You quite follow me?”

“Entirely.”

“It is nothing very formidable,” he said, taking a long cigar-shaped roll from his pocket. “It is an ordinary plumber's smoke-rocket, fitted with a cap at either end to make it self-lighting. Your task is confined to that. When you raise your cry of fire, it will be taken up by quite a number of people. You may then walk to the end of the street, and I will rejoin you in ten minutes. I hope that I have made myself clear?”

“I am to remain neutral, to get near the window, to watch you, and at the signal to throw in this object, then to raise the cry of fire, and to wait you at the corner of the street.”

“Precisely.”

“Then you may entirely rely on me.”

“That is excellent. I think, perhaps, it is almost time that I prepare for the new role I have to play.”

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