Sherlock Holmes Complete Works 2

Chapter 24 Memoirs 24
"The station, in the second first-class car, the second car from the front to the back."

"Then we met in the carriage."

"Correct."

The next morning, I followed the plan exactly, and the coachman he described was waiting for me in Lowther Street. I stepped into the car, and he immediately drove to Victoria Station.As soon as I got out of the car, he immediately turned around and ran away.

I loaded my luggage onto the train and soon came to the designated compartment, but he hadn't come yet.Only 7 minutes before leaving the car, I saw an elderly Italian priest, speaking very bad English, trying to make the porter understand that he wanted to check his luggage to Paris.I stepped forward to help, and a few more minutes passed like this.When I got back to the carriage, the porter brought the Italian to accompany me.I didn't let him sit, but it didn't work.I'm anxious, the train is moving, at this time...

"My dear Watson." The old priest turned his head and took off his disguise. It was Holmes, but he immediately put on his disguise again.

"My God!" I yelled, "you're scaring me to death."

He whispered, "I'm sure they're after us. Ah! That's the Professor himself."

When he spoke, the train had already started.I glanced back, and suddenly a tall man burst out from the crowd.But a little bit late.

"You see we got away very quickly." Holmes smiled and took off his disguise.

"Have you read this morning's paper, Watson?"

"No."

"Then you certainly don't know anything about Baker Street."

"Baker Street?"

"My house was on fire last night."

"My goodness!"

"After the police arrested the man who attacked me with a bludgeon, they couldn't find me. Otherwise they wouldn't think I was home. However, they also watched you, which is Mo The reason Riati came to the station. Did you come without leaving a hole?"

"I did exactly as planned."

"Have you found the hansom?"

"found it."

"Do you know that coachman?"

"do not know."

"That's brother Mycroft."

"What should we do now?"

"Make a plan for dealing with Moriarty first."

"But haven't we succeeded in getting rid of him?"

"He will catch up."

"Isn't that too late?"

"It's not too late at all. Our car has to stop at Canterbury Station, and it usually takes a quarter of an hour to get on the boat. We may be caught at the dock."

"Then let's act first."

"Then my three months of hard work have been in vain. Although we can catch the big fish, the small fish will escape. As long as we can catch them all by next Monday. Therefore, now is not the time."

"Then what?"

"We get off at Canterbury Station."

"What's next?"

"Crossing England, then to Newhaven, then to Dieppe. And he's going to be in Paris for sure, to get our bags and wait two days at the station. We'll buy two felt sleeping bags in the meantime, and go through Luxembourg and Basel to Switzerland."

When we got off the train at Canterbury Station, we saw that there was at least an hour before the train to New Haven.

I was depressed as I watched our car speeding away, he tugged on my sleeve and pointed into the distance.

"He did come," he said.

In the distance, a train rumbled past with its siren blaring.

"He's gone," said my friend, as we watched the train rush over a few hills. "You see, he's got a limited brain after all."

"What will happen if you are caught up by him?"

"He'll kill me. But it's an unpredictable contest."

We arrived in Brussels that night and arrived in Strasbourg on the Franco-Belgian border two days later.He sent a telegram to Scotland Yard on Monday morning, and the call came back that evening.Holmes tore the telegram apart, cursed and threw it into the stove.

"I should have expected that!" he said. "He ran away."

"Moriarty?"

"Scotland Yard has caught the syndicate but not him. I'm out of England and there's no one to deal with him. I think you'd better go back to England first."

"why?"

"Because following me is very dangerous for you."

But I don't agree.We then arrived safely in Geneva.

We wandered all the way from Leuk to the Giju Pass, and then via Interlaken to Meiringen.Wherever we were, he cast a quick, wary glance at everyone who passed us.

"I have lived a good life, Watson," said he, "and if I were to die to-night, I would be happy. One day, when I caught the most dangerous and capable criminal in Europe At that time, I stopped doing this job.”

On May [-]rd, we boarded at the "British Hotel" in a small village in Meiringen, the Netherlands.On the afternoon of the [-]th, at the suggestion of the shopkeeper, the two of us planned to cross the mountains and go to a small village in Rosenroy to spend the night.However, he seriously said not to miss the Reichenbach Falls halfway up the mountain, you can go around a little to enjoy it.

It was really dangerous there, and the melted snow merged into a torrent and poured into the abyss.Amidst the rumble, we stood on the side of the mountain, looking down at the waves crashing against the Black Rock.

On the hillside, a small road was opened around the waterfall for people to enjoy the panoramic view of the waterfall, but it was a dead end road, so we had to go back.At this time, a Swiss teenager came running with a letter from the shopkeeper.The letter said that after we left, a sick English woman came.Asked if I could go back.

I cannot refuse the request of a female compatriot who is dying in a foreign country.But leaving Holmes made me a little uneasy.In the end we decided that he would keep the young messenger with him as guide during my return to Meiringen.My friend said he would stay here for a while, and then go to Rosenroy, and asked me to meet there in the evening.But I didn't expect this to be our farewell.

When walking on the hillside and looking back there, the waterfall can no longer be seen, but the path through the waterfall can still be seen.I remember seeing a man walking briskly up the path.

After returning to the hotel, the owner was standing at the door.

"Well," I said, running over, "I don't think she's getting any worse?"

He was amazed.

"Didn't you write the letter?" I asked him, holding the letter. "Is there a sick Englishwoman in the hotel?"

"No!" he said loudly.

"But this is the seal of your hotel!"

"Well, it must have been the work of that tall Englishman who came here after you left and said..."

Before he finished speaking, I ran back.When I returned to the waterfall two hours later, I saw Holmes' trekking pole, but he was gone.

I was petrified.Under my feet, there are only two rows of clear footprints stretching to the end of the path, but there is no trace of returning.

However, I found my friend's last words.On the rock where the trekking poles are placed, there is the silver cigarette case he carried with him.Underneath is a piece of paper.My dear Watson:

I am writing you these few lines with the permission of Mr. Moriarty, who is waiting to fight me.He has told me his method of evading the British police and of tracking us down.I am glad to be able to eradicate this scourge, though I am afraid it will bring sorrow to my friends, and you in particular.However, as I have told you, my career has reached a critical moment.Let me tell you, I already knew that letter was a hoax, and I let you go because I knew that a series of similar things would keep happening.Please pass on to Sheriff Patterson that the evidence he needs to convict the gang is in the folder with the prefix M.I had disposed of the property when I left England, and had my brother Mycroft manage it.Please give my regards to your wife, dear friend.

your faithful sherlock holmes

The rest can be explained in a few words.According to the investigation by experts, the two fell into the cliff together during the struggle.The Swiss boy who disappeared later was obviously Moriarty's minion.As for the gang, you will probably recall their organization from the very complete incrimination which Holmes has amassed.In the course of the proceedings, they rarely involved the details of the leader.Now I am compelled to tell the full story of his crimes, as malicious pleaders attempt to honor the villain by attacking my friend.And I've always thought of Holmes as the best man, the wisest man, at least among men I've ever known, and he certainly deserves that.

(End of this chapter)