'Don't worry, old fellow.' He sat down by the fire. 'I
have been keeping Moriarty busy and playing
games with him. He has chased me all over the
country, but, as you see, I am still alive. I shall tell you
my adventures some other time. Lestrade will be
here in a minute to discuss tonight's plan.'
When Lestrade arrived, he did not seem at all
pleased to see us.
'So, another of your clever little plans, Mr Holmes,' he
said coldly. 'Do you really think we shall see the killer
tonight?' 'He will be at work tonight,' Holmes replied.
'The only question is, shall we be ready for him? I
suppose you have done everything that I ordered
you to do?'
'We are ready for him.'
'Then let us go. We must not keep Jack the Ripper
waiting.' It was a cold, windy night, and we were
grateful for our thick coats as we sat in the cab. It
took us to the big police station in Commercial
Street. Hundreds of policemen were waiting there to
begin the night's work. Holmes and I sat down to
wait, too.