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“
At
last
,
when
you
had
all
formed
your
inevitable
and
totally
erroneous
conclusions
,
you
departed
for
the
hotel
,
and
I
was
left
alone
.
I
had
imagined
that
I
had
reached
the
end
of
my
adventures
,
but
a
very
unexpected
occurrence
showed
me
that
there
were
surprises
still
in
store
for
me
.
A
huge
rock
,
falling
from
above
,
boomed
past
me
,
struck
the
path
,
and
bounded
over
into
the
chasm
.
For
an
instant
I
thought
that
it
was
an
accident
,
but
a
moment
later
,
looking
up
,
I
saw
a
man
’
s
head
against
the
darkening
sky
,
and
another
stone
struck
the
very
ledge
upon
which
I
was
stretched
,
within
a
foot
of
my
head
.
Of
course
,
the
meaning
of
this
was
obvious
.
Moriarty
had
not
been
alone
.
A
confederate
—
and
even
that
one
glance
had
told
me
how
dangerous
a
man
that
confederate
was
—
had
kept
guard
while
the
Professor
had
attacked
me
.
From
a
distance
,
unseen
by
me
,
he
had
been
a
witness
of
his
friend
’
s
death
and
of
my
escape
.
He
had
waited
,
and
then
making
his
way
round
to
the
top
of
the
cliff
,
he
had
endeavoured
to
succeed
where
his
comrade
had
failed
.
“
I
did
not
take
long
to
think
about
it
,
Watson
.
Again
I
saw
that
grim
face
look
over
the
cliff
,
and
I
knew
that
it
was
the
precursor
of
another
stone
.
I
scrambled
down
on
to
the
path
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
could
have
done
it
in
cold
blood
.
It
was
a
hundred
times
more
difficult
than
getting
up
.
But
I
had
no
time
to
think
of
the
danger
,
for
another
stone
sang
past
me
as
I
hung
by
my
hands
from
the
edge
of
the
ledge
.
Halfway
down
I
slipped
,
but
,
by
the
blessing
of
God
,
I
landed
,
torn
and
bleeding
,
upon
the
path
.
I
took
to
my
heels
,
did
ten
miles
over
the
mountains
in
the
darkness
,
and
a
week
later
I
found
myself
in
Florence
,
with
the
certainty
that
no
one
in
the
world
knew
what
had
become
of
me
.
“
I
had
only
one
confidant
—
my
brother
Mycroft
.
I
owe
you
many
apologies
,
my
dear
Watson
,
but
it
was
all
-
important
that
it
should
be
thought
I
was
dead
,
and
it
is
quite
certain
that
you
would
not
have
written
so
convincing
an
account
of
my
unhappy
end
had
you
not
yourself
thought
that
it
was
true
.
Several
times
during
the
last
three
years
I
have
taken
up
my
pen
to
write
to
you
,
but
always
I
feared
lest
your
affectionate
regard
for
me
should
tempt
you
to
some
indiscretion
which
would
betray
my
secret
.
For
that
reason
I
turned
away
from
you
this
evening
when
you
upset
my
books
,
for
I
was
in
danger
at
the
time
,
and
any
show
of
surprise
and
emotion
upon
your
part
might
have
drawn
attention
to
my
identity
and
led
to
the
most
deplorable
and
irreparable
results
.
As
to
Mycroft
,
I
had
to
confide
in
him
in
order
to
obtain
the
money
which
I
needed
.
The
course
of
events
in
London
did
not
run
so
well
as
I
had
hoped
,
for
the
trial
of
the
Moriarty
gang
left
two
of
its
most
dangerous
members
,
my
own
most
vindictive
enemies
,
at
liberty
.
I
travelled
for
two
years
in
Tibet
,
therefore
,
and
amused
myself
by
visiting
Lhassa
,
and
spending
some
days
with
the
head
lama
.
You
may
have
read
of
the
remarkable
explorations
of
a
Norwegian
named
Sigerson
,
but
I
am
sure
that
it
never
occurred
to
you
that
you
were
receiving
news
of
your
friend
.
I
then
passed
through
Persia
,
looked
in
at
Mecca
,
and
paid
a
short
but
interesting
visit
to
the
Khalifa
at
Khartoum
the
results
of
which
I
have
communicated
to
the
Foreign
Office
.
Returning
to
France
,
I
spent
some
months
in
a
research
into
the
coal
-
tar
derivatives
,
which
I
conducted
in
a
laboratory
at
Montpellier
,
in
the
south
of
France
.
Having
concluded
this
to
my
satisfaction
and
learning
that
only
one
of
my
enemies
was
now
left
in
London
,
I
was
about
to
return
when
my
movements
were
hastened
by
the
news
of
this
very
remarkable
Park
Lane
Mystery
,
which
not
only
appealed
to
me
by
its
own
merits
,
but
which
seemed
to
offer
some
most
peculiar
personal
opportunities
.
I
came
over
at
once
to
London
,
called
in
my
own
person
at
Baker
Street
,
threw
Mrs
.
Hudson
into
violent
hysterics
,
and
found
that
Mycroft
had
preserved
my
rooms
and
my
papers
exactly
as
they
had
always
been
.
So
it
was
,
my
dear
Watson
,
that
at
two
o
’
clock
to
-
day
I
found
myself
in
my
old
armchair
in
my
own
old
room
,
and
only
wishing
that
I
could
have
seen
my
old
friend
Watson
in
the
other
chair
which
he
has
so
often
adorned
.
”
Such
was
the
remarkable
narrative
to
which
I
listened
on
that
April
evening
—
a
narrative
which
would
have
been
utterly
incredible
to
me
had
it
not
been
confirmed
by
the
actual
sight
of
the
tall
,
spare
figure
and
the
keen
,
eager
face
,
which
I
had
never
thought
to
see
again
.
In
some
manner
he
had
learned
of
my
own
sad
bereavement
,
and
his
sympathy
was
shown
in
his
manner
rather
than
in
his
words
.
“
Work
is
the
best
antidote
to
sorrow
,
my
dear
Watson
,
”
said
he
;
“
and
I
have
a
piece
of
work
for
us
both
to
-
night
which
,
if
we
can
bring
it
to
a
successful
conclusion
,
will
in
itself
justify
a
man
’
s
life
on
this
planet
.
”
In
vain
I
begged
him
to
tell
me
more
.
“
You
will
hear
and
see
enough
before
morning
,
”
he
answered
.
“
We
have
three
years
of
the
past
to
discuss
.
Let
that
suffice
until
half
-
past
nine
,
when
we
start
upon
the
notable
adventure
of
the
empty
house
.
”
It
was
indeed
like
old
times
when
,
at
that
hour
,
I
found
myself
seated
beside
him
in
a
hansom
,
my
revolver
in
my
pocket
,
and
the
thrill
of
adventure
in
my
heart
.
Holmes
was
cold
and
stern
and
silent
.
As
the
gleam
of
the
street
-
lamps
flashed
upon
his
austere
features
,
I
saw
that
his
brows
were
drawn
down
in
thought
and
his
thin
lips
compressed
.
I
knew
not
what
wild
beast
we
were
about
to
hunt
down
in
the
dark
jungle
of
criminal
London
,
but
I
was
well
assured
,
from
the
bearing
of
this
master
huntsman
,
that
the
adventure
was
a
most
grave
one
—
while
the
sardonic
smile
which
occasionally
broke
through
his
ascetic
gloom
boded
little
good
for
the
object
of
our
quest
.
I
had
imagined
that
we
were
bound
for
Baker
Street
,
but
Holmes
stopped
the
cab
at
the
corner
of
Cavendish
Square
.
I
observed
that
as
he
stepped
out
he
gave
a
most
searching
glance
to
right
and
left
,
and
at
every
subsequent
street
corner
he
took
the
utmost
pains
to
assure
that
he
was
not
followed
.
Our
route
was
certainly
a
singular
one
.
Holmes
’
s
knowledge
of
the
byways
of
London
was
extraordinary
,
and
on
this
occasion
he
passed
rapidly
and
with
an
assured
step
through
a
network
of
mews
and
stables
,
the
very
existence
of
which
I
had
never
known
.
We
emerged
at
last
into
a
small
road
,
lined
with
old
,
gloomy
houses
,
which
led
us
into
Manchester
Street
,
and
so
to
Blandford
Street
.
Here
he
turned
swiftly
down
a
narrow
passage
,
passed
through
a
wooden
gate
into
a
deserted
yard
,
and
then
opened
with
a
key
the
back
door
of
a
house
.
We
entered
together
,
and
he
closed
it
behind
us
.
