We jumped from the moving train, ran across fields,
caught another train, and at last took the night boat
from Newhaven. For five days we travelled through
France and Germany in the same wild and crazy
way. Holmes would not say where we were going. I
never took my eyes off him during those days, but
the right moment to talk to him never came. Holmes
seemed stronger than ever, while I was getting
weaker every day. Only the cocaine made it
possible for me to stay awake.
Finally, sitting one night in a hotel in Switzerland, I
knew that I could not go on much longer. I had told
Holmes that next day I wanted to walk over the
mountains to the famous Reichenbach Falls. I
decided that I would tell him what I knew about him
when we were alone in the mountains. The cocaine
was almost finished. Whether I lived or died, the end
must come that day.