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On
the
Monday
morning
Holmes
had
telegraphed
to
the
London
police
,
and
in
the
evening
we
found
a
reply
waiting
for
us
at
our
hotel
.
Holmes
tore
it
open
,
and
then
with
a
bitter
curse
hurled
it
into
the
grate
.
"
I
might
have
known
it
!
"
he
groaned
.
"
He
has
escaped
!
"
"
Moriarty
?
"
"
They
have
secured
the
whole
gang
with
the
exception
of
him
.
He
has
given
them
the
slip
.
Of
course
,
when
I
had
left
the
country
there
was
no
one
to
cope
with
him
.
But
I
did
think
that
I
had
put
the
game
in
their
hands
.
I
think
that
you
had
better
return
to
England
,
Watson
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
Because
you
will
find
me
a
dangerous
companion
now
.
This
man
's
occupation
is
gone
.
He
is
lost
if
he
returns
to
London
.
If
I
read
his
character
right
he
will
devote
his
whole
energies
to
revenging
himself
upon
me
.
He
said
as
much
in
our
short
interview
,
and
I
fancy
that
he
meant
it
.
I
should
certainly
recommend
you
to
return
to
your
practice
.
"
It
was
hardly
an
appeal
to
be
successful
with
one
who
was
an
old
campaigner
as
well
as
an
old
friend
.
We
sat
in
the
Strasbourg
salle-a-manger
arguing
the
question
for
half
an
hour
,
but
the
same
night
we
had
resumed
our
journey
and
were
well
on
our
way
to
Geneva
.
For
a
charming
week
we
wandered
up
the
valley
of
the
Rhone
,
and
then
,
branching
off
at
Leuk
,
we
made
our
way
over
the
Gemmi
Pass
,
still
deep
in
snow
,
and
so
,
by
way
of
Interlaken
,
to
Meiringen
.
It
was
a
lovely
trip
,
the
dainty
green
of
the
spring
below
,
the
virgin
white
of
the
winter
above
;
but
it
was
clear
to
me
that
never
for
one
instant
did
Holmes
forget
the
shadow
which
lay
across
him
.
In
the
homely
Alpine
villages
or
in
the
lonely
mountain
passes
,
I
could
still
tell
by
his
quick
glancing
eyes
and
his
sharp
scrutiny
of
every
face
that
passed
us
,
that
he
was
well
convinced
that
,
walk
where
we
would
,
we
could
not
walk
ourselves
clear
of
the
danger
which
was
dogging
our
footsteps
Once
,
I
remember
,
as
we
passed
over
the
Gemmi
,
and
walked
along
the
border
of
the
melancholy
Daubensee
,
a
large
rock
which
had
been
dislodged
from
the
ridge
upon
our
right
clattered
down
and
roared
into
the
lake
behind
us
.
In
an
instant
Holmes
had
raced
up
on
to
the
ridge
,
and
,
standing
upon
a
lofty
pinnacle
,
craned
his
neck
in
every
direction
.
It
was
in
vain
that
our
guide
assured
him
that
a
fall
of
stones
was
a
common
chance
in
the
springtime
at
that
spot
.
He
said
nothing
,
but
he
smiled
at
me
with
the
air
of
a
man
who
sees
the
fulfilment
of
that
which
he
had
expected
.
