'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.'
It began to rain. He walked fast and I almost had to run to keep up with him. His eyes moved restlessly from side to side. Suddenly he stopped, and stared into the darkness.
'Twice, Watson,' he said softly. 'He will kill twice tonight.
We stopped him killing a woman last time, so he must kill two tonight.'
Before I could answer, he was moving again. Then he stopped, and pulled me into a dark corner. Someone was coming towards us. Holmes spoke in a low voice, bur I shook with fear at his words. 'It is Moriarty.'
A man passed our corner and disappeared into another street. I could not see his face.
'Run to the police station and fetch Lestrade. He knows what to do,' Holmes said. 'I shall follow Moriarty. Hurry, man, hurry!'
Then he was gone. I cannot explain why I did not do what I was told. The fact is, instead of going to the police station, I followed Holmes. Perhaps I was afraid that my friend could not fight Moriarty on his own.
I ran to the corner of the street. I could just see Moriarty, walking straight on. Then, to my great surprise, Holmes turned left, and disappeared into a house, while Moriarty reached the end of the street and turned the corner. I could not understand what was happening, or what I should do next. What if Holmes, realizing that someone was following him, thought I was one of Moriarty's men? Some minutes later, I was still wondering what to do when I heard a door close. A man came out into the street. It was Holmes. He was now richly dressed, in a hat and a long, dark coat. He had changed his appearance in several small and clever ways, but I knew him.
I wanted to call to him, but was afraid he would not be pleased. Instead, I decided to follow secretly, ready to help him if he needed me.
We walked and walked. The rain became heavier and the streets emptied of people. Then a short fat man passed me, and soon afterwards a girl. She looked like a woman of the streets, but younger and
prettier than most I had seen that night. She seemed a little drunk, and could not walk straight.
As she came near to Holmes, he stopped and spoke to her.
They both laughed. Further along the street I saw the short fat man, now standing outside a pub, watching them. Then Holmes and the girl walked off together and a few seconds later the man followed them. How I feared for Holmes's safety! I was sure that the man and the girl were working for Moriarty. They had some plan, I knew, to hurt my friend. Perhaps only I could save him.
Holmes and the girl walked on, the man followed them, and I followed all three. At last Holmes and the girl stopped at the entrance to a yard. I heard the woman's voice. I could not hear Holmes's words, bur to my surprise I clearly saw him kiss her face. Then they entered the yard, and the fat man crossed the street and went into a house further along. Had he gone to fetch Moriarty, who would now appear and kill my friend?
Slowly and carefully, I made my way into the yard. It was dark, but I could see a light at a window. Then I heard Holmes's voice. He was in that room.
As quietly as I could, I went to the window. The curtains were a little too short, and I could just see into the room. The woman was lying on the bed, drinking from a bottle. Holmes sat with his back to the window, taking snuff from a little silver box. He seemed to be in no danger, but who could say when Moriarty would arrive?
It was cold and wet in the yard, but I felt calm again. If Moriarty came, I was ready to save my friend. I sat down with my back to the wall to wait.
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, bur 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 .
'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.'It began to rain. He walked fast and I almost had to run to keep up with him. His eyes moved restlessly from side to side. Suddenly he stopped, and stared into the darkness.'Twice, Watson,' he said softly. 'He will kill twice tonight.We stopped him killing a woman last time, so he must kill two tonight.'Before I could answer, he was moving again. Then he stopped, and pulled me into a dark corner. Someone was coming towards us. Holmes spoke in a low voice, bur I shook with fear at his words. 'It is Moriarty.'A man passed our corner and disappeared into another street. I could not see his face.'Run to the police station and fetch Lestrade. He knows what to do,' Holmes said. 'I shall follow Moriarty. Hurry, man, hurry!'Then he was gone. I cannot explain why I did not do what I was told. The fact is, instead of going to the police station, I followed Holmes. Perhaps I was afraid that my friend could not fight Moriarty on his own.I ran to the corner of the street. I could just see Moriarty, walking straight on. Then, to my great surprise, Holmes turned left, and disappeared into a house, while Moriarty reached the end of the street and turned the corner. I could not understand what was happening, or what I should do next. What if Holmes, realizing that someone was following him, thought I was one of Moriarty's men? Some minutes later, I was still wondering what to do when I heard a door close. A man came out into the street. It was Holmes. He was now richly dressed, in a hat and a long, dark coat. He had changed his appearance in several small and clever ways, but I knew him.I wanted to call to him, but was afraid he would not be pleased. Instead, I decided to follow secretly, ready to help him if he needed me.We walked and walked. The rain became heavier and the streets emptied of people. Then a short fat man passed me, and soon afterwards a girl. She looked like a woman of the streets, but younger andprettier than most I had seen that night. She seemed a little drunk, and could not walk straight.As she came near to Holmes, he stopped and spoke to her.They both laughed. Further along the street I saw the short fat man, now standing outside a pub, watching them. Then Holmes and the girl walked off together and a few seconds later the man followed them. How I feared for Holmes's safety! I was sure that the man and the girl were working for Moriarty. They had some plan, I knew, to hurt my friend. Perhaps only I could save him.โฮล์มส์และหญิงสาวเดินบน คนตาม และผมทำตามทั้งสาม ในที่สุด โฮลมส์และสาวหยุดที่ประตูทางเข้าบ้าน ผมได้ยินเสียงของผู้หญิง ฉันไม่สามารถได้ยินคำพูดของโฮลมส์ เบอร์แปลกใจของฉันฉันเห็นเขาจูบใบหน้าของเธออย่างชัดเจน แล้ว พวกเขาป้อนลาน และชายอ้วนข้ามถนน และเข้าไปในบ้านเพิ่มเติมพร้อม เขาได้ไปดึงในมุมไบ ที่จะปรากฏในขณะนี้ และฆ่าเพื่อนของฉันอย่างช้า ๆ และอย่างระมัด ระวัง เราก็มาเข้าลาน มัน แต่ฉันไม่สามารถเห็นแสงที่หน้าต่าง จากนั้น ผมได้ยินเสียงของโฮลมส์ เขาได้ในห้องที่เงียบ ๆ ผมไม่ ผมไปหน้าต่าง ม่านสั้นเกินไปเล็กน้อย และฉันสามารถเพียงดูในห้องกัน ผู้หญิงก็นอนอยู่บนเตียง ดื่มจากขวด โฮลมส์เสาร์กับเขากลับไปที่หน้าต่าง การ snuff จากกล่องสีเงินเล็ก ๆ เขาดูเหมือนจะไม่มีอันตราย แต่ที่อาจพูดได้ว่า เมื่อในมุมไบจะมาถึงเย็น และเปียกในบ้าน แต่รู้สึกสงบอีกครั้ง หากในมุมไบ ผมพร้อมที่จะช่วยเพื่อนของฉัน ผมนั่งลงกับฉันกลับไปที่ผนังเพื่อรอฉันละอายที่จะพูดต่อไป แต่ฉันต้องพูดมันฉันตกนอนหลับ ผมหลับไปสองชั่วโมง เป็นฉันตื่น อึดอัด และเย็น คำพูดของโฮลมส์กลับมาให้ฉัน 'เขาจะ ฆ่าสองคืนนี้'ฉันวิ่งไปหน้าต่าง กลัวฉันจะเห็นอะไร ตอนแรก ผมอาจไม่เข้าใจสิ่งที่สิ่งชั่วร้ายได้เกิดขึ้นมี เป็นไปได้มัน ฉันสงสัย สำหรับคนที่จะระเบิดหรือไม่ ได้เลือดทุก แล้ว ฉันรู้จักร่างกายเป็นหญิงที่ผมเห็นดื่ม และพูดคุยกับเชอร์ล็อกโฮลมส์ เขา still with her, bur 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 .
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