The Consulting Criminal and The Woman appeared in Irene's living room with a flash of light and whooshing sound. Both knew that affiliating themselves with such a malevolent counterpart was dangerous business, but both also played it off. Jim stood in the middle of Irene's living room, attempting to ascertain what exactly Irene was trying to do. He was scrupulous in his observations as he skulked around the room with a supercilious air. Irene sat down on the couch, looking quite invulnerable. Jim dispersed and converged with Irene as he paced the room, but there's only a finite time you can spend strolling around another's house without speaking. Jim stopped his pacing and sat himself nonchalantly across from Irene. The Woman stared at the criminal, considering exactly how she was to bequeath her information to him in order to make it appear to be his panacea. She concluded she would have to appeal to his entirely venial vanity (considering Miss Adler was just as vain).
"Jim, you know I hold you in high esteem," Irene began. "Your ability to attain information from classified sources is simply uncanny(17)."
Moriarty smiled, recognizing the shameless flattery.
"Miss Adler, if you wouldn't mind, please be cogent here. I'm a busy man."
"Of course," Irene replied with a smile. Now, you mustn't think me omniscient, I just know some sources. Well, I know what they like. But I digress, I know you've had a hidden feud with one Sherlock Holmes for quite a while now. I know you're very upset that he's been interfering in your cases and, therefore, you set up a little game for him. The Great Game. You told him to lay off, but I can assure you one thing, he won't. I'm from your future, I know. You will only become more and more frustrated with the man if you don't listen to me. I have a way to expunge him, but you must continue your game. The plan won't work unless you keep an eye on Sherlock and vice versa. Do not go into hiding, he must be able to recognize your work and you must let him. It will be over a year in your time before this plan will come together; it's already happened for me."
Jim smiled his most malicious grin- the grin that brings the downfall of worlds and empires and kingdoms, and, occasionally, of men- and said, "Well then, tell me how I can kill the detective."