On Monday night Whitechapel was full of policemen,
all ready to catch Jack the Ripper. Nothing
happened. Only Lestrade enjoyed this.
'You have failed, Mr Holmes,' he said. 'Your idea was
very clever, but you made one mistake. You forgot
to tell the murderer about it!'
Holmes and I took a cab back to Baker Street. We
were both too tired to talk then, but later that day I
said, 'Holmes, what did happen? What went wrong?'
'We did not really fail. Moriarty could not kill anyone
because we were there. But 1 badly wanted to
catch him at his work, and there I failed.'
'He was there, then?'