In 1890 I decided that I must begin to spend less time
with Holmes. I wanted to be a success as a doctor,
and I knew that I was not working hard enough for
that. Mary and I moved to a new house, further from
Baker Street.
There was another change, too. ACD's story, A Study
in Scarlet, which had failed in this country, was a big
success in America, and he began to write about
more of Holmes's cases. To my surprise, Holmes
quickly agreed to let him do this. He had been angry
when he first read A Study in Scarlet, but now he
seemed amused by what ACD was doing.
1891 began, and life for me was calm and happy. I
was working hard, and I had little time to spend with
Holmes. Jack the Ripper was a thing of the past, as
forgotten as yesterday's newspapers, as dead as the
women he had murdered. But Jack was not dead.
He was only resting, and his rest would soon be over.