SHERLOCK HOLMES AND PROFESSOR MORIARTY WERE CREATED BY SIR
DOYLE.
James, Joe and Jimmy sat around a moldy table in a decrepit old shack playing cards. Four jobs had gone wrong in the past month due to the ever anoying Scotland yard and Sherlock Holmes. All they needed to top off their bad luck was a visit from The Boss. That is just what they got.
The front door slowly creaked open and a man of obvious high class strode into the tiny room, followed by several very large individuals. The man was extremely tall and thin, his forehead domed out in a white curve, and his two eyes were deeply sunken into his head. His shoulders were rounded from much study, and his face protruded forward and slowly oscillated from side to side in a curiously reptilian fashion.
Every one in the room stood up with respect and awe as his restless eyes moved slowly over them. "Professor Moriarty," Jimmy muttered, fearfully. "We...we were not expecting such an honored visitor such as you-"
He was silenced by the hard gaze of the evil Professor. For a minute, he stood and appraised the young man befor addressing him."You are new to my operations, are you not?"
Jimmy quaked, "Yes, sir. How did you know?"
"Oh, I know a great many things about you, Jimmy. I know that you were born in America, you dropped out of high school at the age of sixteen, joined the army in your early twenties where you aquired a limp in your left leg. After being discharched because of your injury, you moved to England where you fell into my lot."
Jimmy stared at him with a gaping mouth. "You are prophet, sir. How did you know all that?"
Professor Moriarty lifted his cane to point at Jimmy, "The same way I know that you are a spy working under cover for Scotland Yard!"
Panic stricken, Jimmy thrust his hand in his pocket and pulled out a revolver. A loud shot sounded and The Professor stood over the dead body of Jimmy with smoke pouring from the tip of his cane.
"This is the reason you have been failing in your capers!" he said to James and Joe, walking to the door. "You have the plans for the next job. DO-NOT-FAIL!"
James, Joe and Jimmy sat around a moldy table in a decrepit old shack playing cards. Four jobs had gone wrong in the past month due to the ever anoying Scotland yard and Sherlock Holmes. All they needed to top off their bad luck was a visit from The Boss. That is just what they got.
The front door slowly creaked open and a man of obvious high class strode into the tiny room, followed by several very large individuals. The man was extremely tall and thin, his forehead domed out in a white curve, and his two eyes were deeply sunken into his head. His shoulders were rounded from much study, and his face protruded forward and slowly oscillated from side to side in a curiously reptilian fashion.
Every one in the room stood up with respect and awe as his restless eyes moved slowly over them. "Professor Moriarty," Jimmy muttered, fearfully. "We...we were not expecting such an honored visitor such as you-"
He was silenced by the hard gaze of the evil Professor. For a minute, he stood and appraised the young man befor addressing him."You are new to my operations, are you not?"
Jimmy quaked, "Yes, sir. How did you know?"
"Oh, I know a great many things about you, Jimmy. I know that you were born in America, you dropped out of high school at the age of sixteen, joined the army in your early twenties where you aquired a limp in your left leg. After being discharched because of your injury, you moved to England where you fell into my lot."
Jimmy stared at him with a gaping mouth. "You are prophet, sir. How did you know all that?"
Professor Moriarty lifted his cane to point at Jimmy, "The same way I know that you are a spy working under cover for Scotland Yard!"
Panic stricken, Jimmy thrust his hand in his pocket and pulled out a revolver. A loud shot sounded and The Professor stood over the dead body of Jimmy with smoke pouring from the tip of his cane.
"This is the reason you have been failing in your capers!" he said to James and Joe, walking to the door. "You have the plans for the next job. DO-NOT-FAIL!"