was empty, so I went in.
There was a telegram from Holmes. M has escaped us, it said. He is trying to leave the country, but I am following him
I did not know what to think. Was I mad, or was my best friend, the man who I had worked with for so many years, a murderer?
That evening, the murder in Whitechapel of a young woman called Mary Kelly was reported in the newspapers. This murder was more bloody, more horrible than any that had happened before. It was clear that it was the work of Jack the Ripper.
I was still reading the newspaper reports of the murder when Lestrade arrived
Good evening, doctor,' he said. "I'd like a word with Mr Holmes I did not know what to say. Did the police already know what Holmes had done?
Then Lestrade saw the telegram, picked it up and read it. Running off for a little holiday, is he?' he said. Some of us have to work for a living. We've had enough of Mr Holmes and the kind of help he gives the police.'
Come now,' I said. Holmes was right. There was a murder on the night he told us that there would be Lestrade laughed. Oh yes. There was a murder all right. We had hundreds of policemen on the streets, but we couldn't stop the murder or catch the killer. The police were everywhere except the little corner of Whitechapel where the girl died.' He spoke in a low voice as he continued, "I've never seen anything like it. It will be days before I can eat meat again.