May 4, 1891:
My Dear Watson,
I write these few lines through the courtesy of Mr. Moriarty, who
awaits my convenience for the final discussion of those questions which
lie between us. He has been giving me a sketch of the methods by which
he avoided the English police and kept himself informed of our
movements. They certainly confirm the very high opinion which I had
formed of his abilities. I am pleased to think that I shall be able to
free society from any further effects of his presence, though I fear
that it is at a cost which will give pain to my friends, and especially,
my dear Watson, to you. I have already explained to you, however, that
my career had in any case reached its crisis, and that no possible
conclusion to it could be more congenial to me than this. Indeed, if I
may make a full confession to you, I was quite convinced that the letter
from Meiringen was a hoax, and I allowed you to depart on that errand
under the persuasion that some development of this sort would follow.
Tell Inspector Patterson that the papers which he needs to convict the
gang are in pigeonhole M., done up in a blue envelope and inscribed
"Moriarty." I made every disposition of my property before leaving
England and handed it to my brother Mycroft. Pray give my greetings to
Mrs. Watson, and believe me to be, my dear fellow...
Very sincerely yours, Sherlock Holmes.
A few words may suffice to tell the little that remains. An examination
by experts leaves little doubt that a personal contest between the two
men ended, as it could hardly fail to end in such a situation, in their
reeling over, locked in each other's arms. Any attempt at recovering the
bodies was absolutely hopeless, and there, deep down in that dreadful
cauldron of swirling water and seething foam, will lie for all time the
most dangerous criminal and the foremost champion of the law of their
generation. The Swiss youth was never found again, and there can be no
doubt that he was one of the numerous agents whom Moriarty kept in his
employ. As to the gang, it will be within the memory of the public how
completely the evidence which Holmes had accumulated exposed their
organization, and how heavily the hand of the dead man weighed upon
them. Of their terrible chief few details came out during the
proceedings, and if I have now been compelled to make a clear statement
of his career, it is due to those injudicious champions who have
endeavoured to clear his memory by attacks upon him whom I shall ever
regard as the best and the wisest man whom I have ever known.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
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