"Are you sure this is the right address?"
"Yes! Yes I'm sure!" Holmes sounded angry.
The door was open wide, and the house was dark. Holmes entered slowly with his revolver drawn. There was a long hallway, at the end of which was a table with a single lit candle. We approached it cautiously.
There was a small slip of paper on the table, and the handwriting was familiar. I bent close to see what it said -
RUN.
Holmes gave a yell. "No! Oh what a fool I've been! It wasn't the diamond he was after... it was... Oh, god in heaven! Watson, back to the cab, now!"
Holmes eyes were wide as he yelled for the cabby to take us back to Baker Street.
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He took the steps three at a time, and I hurried behind him. Holmes opened our door violently. The snowstorm outside had left the room in semi-darkness. Holmes reached out with a trembling hand and turned the gas up.
The table was overturned, and anything glass was shattered. Books were pulled off the shelves, papers were scattered.
A man was sitting in Holmes' chair, legs crossed and calmly smoking a cigar. Ana was laid at his feet, bound and unconscious.
"Good evening Holmes," the man said.
I have never seen Holmes look so angry. "Good evening, Professor," he said, eyes glinting dangerously.
Moriarty spoke. "I'm not an unreasonable man, Holmes. I don't want the girl. I don't even want the diamond. I want the case files. Every single one. I've found most of them, but you're hiding some. Where?"
"Holmes!" Ana's voice was barely a whisper. "Holmes, don't do it!"
Moriarty reached down and pulled Ana to a stand. She moaned and tried to hide her face, but the livid bruises were apparent. Moriarty put a gun to her head. "The rest of the case files, please."
Ana was groping behind her. She found a piece of broken glass and began sawing at the ropes that bound her.
Shaking with rage, Holmes turned towards the mantelpiece. He picked up the small clock and pulled a key from underneath...
Slowly, Moriarty aimed the gun from Ana to Sherlock's back...
It all happened very quickly, but Ana and I yelled for Holmes. The ropes that held Ana's hands snapped, and she shoved the Professor backwards. The gun went off, wildly towards the ceiling and Moriarty hit Ana around the head. She fell to her knees and Moriarty pointed the gun at her...
Sherlock was brutal. He leapt on the Professor and knocked him too the ground. Punch after punch, until Moriarty lay unmoving...
Holmes flung the body away from him, disgusted. He pulled Ana to her feet, and held her close.
"Call Scotland Yard, will you Watson?" Holmes whispered.
"Yes! Yes I'm sure!" Holmes sounded angry.
The door was open wide, and the house was dark. Holmes entered slowly with his revolver drawn. There was a long hallway, at the end of which was a table with a single lit candle. We approached it cautiously.
There was a small slip of paper on the table, and the handwriting was familiar. I bent close to see what it said -
RUN.
Holmes gave a yell. "No! Oh what a fool I've been! It wasn't the diamond he was after... it was... Oh, god in heaven! Watson, back to the cab, now!"
Holmes eyes were wide as he yelled for the cabby to take us back to Baker Street.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He took the steps three at a time, and I hurried behind him. Holmes opened our door violently. The snowstorm outside had left the room in semi-darkness. Holmes reached out with a trembling hand and turned the gas up.
The table was overturned, and anything glass was shattered. Books were pulled off the shelves, papers were scattered.
A man was sitting in Holmes' chair, legs crossed and calmly smoking a cigar. Ana was laid at his feet, bound and unconscious.
"Good evening Holmes," the man said.
I have never seen Holmes look so angry. "Good evening, Professor," he said, eyes glinting dangerously.
Moriarty spoke. "I'm not an unreasonable man, Holmes. I don't want the girl. I don't even want the diamond. I want the case files. Every single one. I've found most of them, but you're hiding some. Where?"
"Holmes!" Ana's voice was barely a whisper. "Holmes, don't do it!"
Moriarty reached down and pulled Ana to a stand. She moaned and tried to hide her face, but the livid bruises were apparent. Moriarty put a gun to her head. "The rest of the case files, please."
Ana was groping behind her. She found a piece of broken glass and began sawing at the ropes that bound her.
Shaking with rage, Holmes turned towards the mantelpiece. He picked up the small clock and pulled a key from underneath...
Slowly, Moriarty aimed the gun from Ana to Sherlock's back...
It all happened very quickly, but Ana and I yelled for Holmes. The ropes that held Ana's hands snapped, and she shoved the Professor backwards. The gun went off, wildly towards the ceiling and Moriarty hit Ana around the head. She fell to her knees and Moriarty pointed the gun at her...
Sherlock was brutal. He leapt on the Professor and knocked him too the ground. Punch after punch, until Moriarty lay unmoving...
Holmes flung the body away from him, disgusted. He pulled Ana to her feet, and held her close.
"Call Scotland Yard, will you Watson?" Holmes whispered.