Chapter II
They got home and Sherlock threw his coat to the bed, then fell on the sofa. John sat down too, waiting for the explanation.
Sherlock looked at the window and said:
"John, its Moriarty."
John sighed.
"Again? What does he want now?"
"He wants to test me. He is not very imaginative… nor creative. He wants to make me go after him. He gives clues to make me follow him, so in the end, he will appear, like the other time."
"The other time I almost got killed. I was the bait…"
"Maybe, but now we are prepared."
John was not so convinced.
"But why was that man dead?" he asked.
"Maybe he was really cheating his girlfriend and Moriarty knew. So he used that to kill him, building a plot. With that plot, that note, he knew Lestrade and the police would call us…"
"I see… it's kinda hard to believe, Sherlock. Maybe you couldn't prove it to Lestrade."
Sherlock rose from the sofa.
"Let him play, let him give us clues. Now we know what he wants and who is behind the crime. Prepare for another one." And he went to the bathroom.
John was alone, so he took his coat and went to the kitchen to make some food. Minutes later, they were eating a large dish of pasta with tomato John made.
"Let's wait for a new phone call. The first clue is done, so today or tomorrow another one will appear."
Sherlock passed the day searching on his laptop computer, while John was blogging. It was a way to make Moriarty know that they were on his track.
In the end of the day, the phone rang. It was Lestrade.
"John, there is another clue. Come on."
They left the apartment and called a cab. Sometime later they were in the in the crime scene: another house.
"Sherlock, John" Lestrade greeted "There has been another situation. This time it's a woman. She is not dead, but she is injured and in shock."
"Where is she?" Sherlock asked.
"She's in her room, come. She has been wounded in her chest, like the attacker wanted to stab her in the heart, as the other man. Maybe it was the woman. We can't make her talk…" Lestrade was a little upset with that point.
When they reached the room, they found her. A red hair'd woman, with more or less 25 years was lying on the bed, dress with a green skirt. She had no blouse, only the red bra. A bandage was upon her chest. She was crying.
Sherlock approached. John glanced at her, and said, approaching:
"Miss, can I help you? Please, no one will hurt you now. Tell me, what are you feeling?"
The woman opened her blue eyes and looked at John, with fear.
"Trust me, I'm a doctor."
She opened her mouth, tried to speak, but the tears were hamper that act. John was patient, so he encouraged her with his kind green eyes.
"Miss…"
"…Bluer, my name…is Anny Bluer…"
"Miss Bluer, what did she done to you?" John asked.
"She? Who…who…is she?"
"The woman who attacked you."
She denied.
"No woman…no… it was a… a… man…"
"A man?" John asked.
Sherlock smiled.
"Yes…yes…he came here… he talked to me… he…he… stabbed me…"
"You knew him?"
"Yes… I met him in a bar… some days ago… and we have been talking… and today he came here…"
"And?"
"He stabbed me!" She cried.
John glanced at Sherlock. He was smiling.
"Miss Bluer, calm down…"
"He stabbed me… in the middle of a talk… I didn't make nothing bad...to him… nothing… he… almost killed me…"
"Is the wound deep?"
"The paramedics treated me… it was not very…deep… but the blood…"
Sherlock said:
"Did he let some note?"
The girl looked at him.
"Sherlock Holmes?"
"Yes, Miss Bluer. Did he let some note?"
"Yes…" she looked at John "John Watson?"
An officer entered the room.
"There is a note in the kitchen." He gave it to Lestrade and Lestrade showed it to Sherlock. Watson walked to them and red it too.
The place all souls live
The heart of a faithful woman
In the valley of hope
I seek you, my enemy; I seek you till the eternity
Where do we meet again?
Hide and seek
Where are you?
"Sherlock, what is it?" Lestrade asked, confused.
"He wants me…"
"Who?"
Sherlock glanced at Lestrade. He comprehended.
"Moriarty?"
Sherlock nodded. Lestrade glanced at John.
"Again?"
"Yes, the riddles are like the phone calls and the bombs. He wants me to go to him." He looked at Miss Bluer.
"Miss Bluer, it was a tall man, with big eyes, short and dark hair, thin?"
"Yes…"
"Did he say his name?"
"He said he was Hyde…"
Sherlock laughed at the joke. She was confused.
"It's kind of funny, you know… Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll… the story."
But the girl was too shocked to understand the joke or never read the story.
There was nothing more to do there, so they left the house, leaving the police there. Lestrade went with them.
"Sherlock, he is attacking people…"
"The other time he did the same. An old woman died!" John exclaimed.
"I will go after him now. No more attacks. I will find him."
"Wanna help?" Lestrade offered.
"No, I will do this alone. You must catch him, but I must find him first."
"Okay" and they left Lestrade in the scene and called for a cab.