I felt sick and weak. Before my eyes Holmes was
changing colour - red, then green, then blue. I shook
my head to clear it, but he was still talking.
'And your letter, telling Lestrade that I was the
Whitechapel murderer. What rubbish! How Scotland
Yard would laugh! But I have the letter here - 1 saw it
in your cook's hand and took it from her while you
were calling the cab. You have failed, Moriarty. I
have enjoyed making you run around Europe with
me, but now you must die.'
He took out a long knife.
'Holmes!' I cried. 'I am Watson, your friend, Watson! I
have tried to save you - save you from yourself and