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.