I am ashamed to say what happened next, but I must say it. I fell
asleep. I was asleep for two hours. As I woke up, cold and uncomfortable,
Holmes's words came back to me, 'He will kill twice tonight.' I ran to the
window, afraid of what I should see. At first I could not understand what
terrible thing had happened there. Was it possible, I wondered, for a person
to explode? There was blood everywhere. Then I recognized the body as the
woman who I had seen drinking and talking with Sherlock Holmes. He was
still with her, but he was not dead. No, much worse than dead. He was alive.
He had a knife in his hand, and he was cutting up her face and her body.
Even as I watched, he was carefully cutting the leg down to the bone, taking
off a long piece of meat in his other hand. And as he cut the woman to
pieces, he was singing