Author's Note: Regards "The Adventure of the Final Problem"

ooOOOoo

"Years"

The paper has yellowed slightly. Perhaps I did not immediately preserve it properly. I could hardly comprehend the text at the time, much less think towards the future, when these small pieces of note-paper would become my tether across the years.

I have not always been alone: Mary was with me for two years after our time in Meiringen.

Now I pull my hat down a little lower when the wind blows coldest.

Three years and I have not pushed my injured body to frantically keep up with his racing mind.

If only I would have followed him that day.