Dear Sebastian,

I know I told you to be home by six, and that I would be here, but urgent business has called me away. The phone numbers are in the usual spot, as is everything else. You know what to do. I am sorry I have to leave like this, but this is the way it has to be. If you had been here, I would not have left.

Now, don't act like the big baby I know you are going to, OK? I have to get rid of Holmes so that you can continue our good work. And I want you nowhere near St. Barts, do you understand? I can't lose you too, Sebastian, I can't. It's bad enough that I have to kill myself just to get rid of the annoying devil, but I know he'll jump. After all, I owe him a fall.

Now, just in case you don't remember the instructions for after I am gone, I have written them down and put them in the safe. You remember the combination? It's your birthday – your real birthday. Like I wrote earlier, everything you need is in there. But there's another safe you don't know about. It's in the back of our closet, by that suit of yours that I especially like. the gray one, not the black one. There's a hidden panel in the wall there and the combination is my birthday, my real birthday. I told it to you once. If you ever really loved me, you'll be able to get that safe open.

Inside it are all of the pictures we took, all the notes we ever wrote each other. You can call me a sentimental fool Sebastian, but I kept all those notes because I love you. And you know that I love you enough to do this, to keep you, and our plans, safe.

I have been sentimental enough with this letter – I have to go soon. Already it nears 5.00 and you will probably come home early, just to make sure that I am still here. Silly Sebastian. Remember everything I have ever told you, because important information may have been passed in our everyday conversations. Also, I meant every word of what I said to you last Tuesday. I really did.

5.15…I have to stop writing this now or I will never go to meet him. Do as you are told Sebastian, and run them well. Play the Spider King and trap them all in your web, just as I would have done. Do this for me, love.

Yours Faithfully,

James Moriarty