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, but 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