We returned to the police station after one o'clock. I was tired and sick at heart. Lestrade did not stop talking, telling us that we should catch no murderers that night. Suddenly, Holmes jumped up and walked out into the street. I followed him. 'Stay inside, Watson,' he said. 'You are tired, dear fellow, and you cannot help me.' 'I am coming with you,' I said. 'Nothing will stop me.' 'Come, then. But we must hurry. Moriarty is near. I can feel it.