The Final Problem: Part One

The series will be delve into the files of fiction's most brilliant detective, following

“his keen mind and unearling instincts from the first subtle clue to the final dramatic revelation.”

This time Holmes faces the one man in the world whom he considers his intellectual equal. Professor James Moriarty, the so-called Napoleon of crime. For many years now, Holmes has been working to bring down Moriarty's crime syndicate. Now, at last, he stands on the verge of completing his life's work. But Moriarty doesn't intend to go down quietly.

And when Holmes' nemesis finally catches up with him, the great detective will find himself

between a rock and a heart-place with no solution in sight. From the Neuser Podcast Network, this is the final problem, part one. It is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write these the last words in which

“I shall ever record the singular gifts by which my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes was distinguished.”

In an incoherent and, as I deeply feel, an entirely inadequate fashion, I have endeavored to give some account of my strange experiences in his company from the chance which first brought us together at the period of the study in Scarlet, up to the time of his interference

in the matter of the Naval Treaty, an interference which had the unquestionable effect of preventing

a serious international complication. It was my intention to have stopped there, and to have said nothing of that event which has created a void in my life, which the lapse of two years has done little to fill. My hand has been forced, however, by the recent letters in which Colonel James Moriarty defends the memory of his brother, and I have no choice but to lay the facts before

the public exactly as they occurred. I alone know the absolute truth of the matter, and I am satisfied that the time has come when no good purpose is to be served by its suppression. As far as I know, there have been only three accounts in the public press that in the journal Dujenev on May the 6th, 1891, the Reuters dispatched in the English papers on May

the 7th, and finally the recent letter to which I have alluded.

Of these the first and second were extremely condensed, while the last is, as I shall now show an absolute perversion of the facts. It lies with me to tell for the first time what really took place between Professor Moriarty, and Mr. Sherlock Holmes. It may be remembered that, after my marriage and my subsequent start in private practice,

the very intimate relations which had existed between Holmes and myself became to some extent modified. He still came to me from time to time when he desired a companion in his investigation, but these occasions grew more and more seldom. Until I found that in the year 1890 there were only three cases of which I retain any record.

During the winter of that year and the early spring of 1891, I saw in the papers that he had been engaged by the French government upon a matter of supreme importance, and I received two notes from Holmes dated from Nabon and from Niem, from which I gathered that his stay in France was likely to be a long one. It was with some surprise, therefore, that I saw him walk into my consulting room upon

the evening of April 24th. It struck me that he was looking even paler and thinner than usual. Yes, I have been using myself up rather too freely. He remarked in answer to my look rather than to my words.

“I have been a little pressed of late, have you any objection to my closing your shutters?”

The only light in the room came from the lamp upon the table at which I had been reading. Holmes edged his way round the wall and flinging the shutters together, he bolted them securely. You are afraid of something, I asked. Well, I am, for what?

I think that you know me well enough what's to understand that I am by no means a nervous

man.

“At the same time, it is to pitety rather than courage to refuse to recognize danger when”

it is close upon you. Might I trouble you for a match? He drew in the smoke of his cigarette as if the soothing influence was grateful to him. I must apologise for calling so late, said he, and I must further beg you to be so unconventional as to allow me to leave your house presently by scrambling over your back garden wall.

But, what does it all mean? I asked.

He held out his hand and I saw in the light of the lamp that two of his knuckles were burst

and bleeding. "It is not an air-in-nothing," you'll see, said he, smiling. On the contrary, it is solid enough for a man to break his hand over. This misses Watson in, she is away upon a visit. Indeed, you are alone, quite.

“Then it makes it the easier for me to propose that you should come away with me for a week”

to the continent, where, oh, anywhere, it is all the same to me. There was something very strange in all this. It was not Holmes' nature to take an aimless holiday, and something about his pale, warm face told me that his nerves were at their highest tension. He saw the question in my eyes and putting his fingertips together and his elbows upon

his knees. He explained the situation.

"You have probably never heard of Professor Moriati," said he, "never."

"There is the genius and the wonder of the thing he cried. The man pervades London and no one has heard of him, that's what puts him on a pinnacle in the records of crime, I tell you what's in all seriousness.

“But if I could beat that man, if I could freeze a society of him, I should feel that my”

own career had reached its summit, and I should be prepared to turn to some more placid line in life." Between ourselves, the recent cases in which I have been of assistance to the royal family of Scandinavia and to the French Republic have left me in such a position that I could continue to live in the quiet fashion which is most congenial to me, and to concentrate

my attention upon my chemical researches. But I could not rest, Watson, I could not sit quiet in my chair, if I thought that such a man as Professor Moriati were walking the streets of London unchallenged. What is he done then? His career has been an extra ordinary one.

He is a man of good birth and excellent education endowed by nature with a phenomenal mathematical faculty, that the age of 21 he wrote at Tretis upon the binomial theorem, which has had a European vague, on the strength of it he won the mathematical chair at one of our smaller universities and had to all appearances a most brilliant career before him. But the man had hereditary tendencies of the most diabolical kind, the criminal strain

ran in his blood which, instead of being modified, was increased and rendered infinitely more dangerous by his extraordinary mental powers. Dark rumors gathered around him in the university town, and eventually he was compelled to resign his chair and to come down to London where he set up as an army coach. So much is known to the world, but what I am telling you now is what I have myself discovered.

As you are aware, there is no one who knows the higher criminal world of London, so well as I do. For years past, I have continually been conscious of some power behind the Malifactor, some deep organizing power, which forever stands in the way of the law, and throws its shield over the wrongdoer.

Again and again, in cases of the most varying sorts, forgery cases, robberies, murders, I have felt the presence of this force, and I have deduced its action in many of those undiscovered crimes in which I have not been personally consulted. For years, I have endeavored to break through the veil which shrouded it, and at last the time came, when I seized my thread and followed it, until it led me, after a thousand

cunning windings, to ex-professor Moriati of mathematical celebrity. He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson, he is the organizer of half that is evil, and of

He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker, he has a brain of the first order.

“He sits motions like a spider in the center of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations,”

and he knows well every quiver of each of them. He does little himself, he only plans, but his agents are numerous and splendidly organized. Is there a crime to be done, a paper to be abstracted, we will say, a house to be rifled a man to be removed, the word is passed to the professor, the matter is organized and carried out.

The agent may be caught, in that case money is found for his bail or his defense, but the

central power which uses the agent is never caught, never so much as suspected.

This was the organization which I deduced Watson and which I devoted my whole energy to exposing and breaking up. But the professor was fenced round with safeguard so cunningly devised that do what I

“would, it seemed impossible to get evidence which would convict in a court of law.”

You know my powers, my dear Watson, and yet at the end of three months I was forced to confess that I had at last met an antagonist who was my intellectual equal. My horror at his crimes was lost in my admiration at his skill. But at last he made a trip only a little little trip, but it was more than he could

afford when I was so close upon him.

I had my chance, and starting from that point I have woven my net round him until now it is all ready to close. In three days that is to say on Monday next matters will be ripe and the professor, with all the principal members of his gang will be in the hands of the police. Then will come the greatest criminal trial of the century, the clearing up of over 40

theories, and the rook for all of them. But if we move at all prematurely, you understand, they may slip out of our hands even at the last moment, now if I could have done this without the knowledge of Professor Moriarty all would have been well, but he was too wily for that. He saw every step which I took to draw my coils round him, again and again he strove

to break away, but I, as often, headed him off. I tell you my friend that if a detailed account of that silent contest could be written, it would take its place as the most brilliant bit of thrust and paddy work in the history of detection.

Never have I risen to such a height, and never have I been so hard pressed by an opponent.

He cut deep, and yet I just undercut him. This morning the last steps were taken, and three days only were wanted to complete the business. I was sitting in my room thinking the matter over, when the door opened, and Professor Moriarty stood before me.

My nerves are fairly proof Watson, but I must confess to a start when I saw the very man who had been so much in my thoughts, standing there on my threshold. His appearance was quite familiar to me, he is extremely tall and thin, his forehead domes out in a white curve, and his two eyes are deeply sunken in his head. He is clean-shaven, pale, and aesthetic-looking, retaining something of the Professor in

his features. His shoulders are rounded from much study, and his face protrudes forward, and is forever slowly oscillating from side to side in a curiously reptilian fashion. He peered at me with great curiosity in his huckered eyes. You have less frontal development than I should have expected, said he at last.

It is a dangerous habit to finger-loaded fire arms in the pocket of one's dressing-down.

“The fact is that upon his entrance, I had instantly recognized the extreme personal danger”

in which I lay. The only conceivable escape for him lay in silence in my tongue. In an instant, I had slipped the revolver from the drawer into my pocket, and was covering him through the cloth. At his remark, I drew the weapon out, and laid it cocked upon the table.

very glad that I had it there.

"You evidently don't know me," said he. "On the contrary, I answered. I think it is fairly evident that I do. "Pray, take a chair; I can spare you five minutes if you have anything to say. "All that I have to say has already crossed your mind," said he.

"Then possibly my answer has crossed yours," I replied. "You stand fast?" "Absolutely." He clapped his hand into his pocket, and I raised the pistol from the table.

But he merely drew out a memorandum book in which he had scribbled some dates.

"You crossed my path on the fourth of January," said he. "On the 23rd, you incomoted me. By the middle of February, I was seriously inconvenienced by you. At the end of March, I was absolutely hampered in my plans, and now, at the close of April, I find myself placed in such a position through your continual persecution that I am

in positive danger of losing my liberty. The situation is becoming an impossible one." "Have you any suggestion to make?" I asked.

“"You must drop it, Mr. Holmes," said he, swaying his face about.”

"You really must, you know." "After Monday," said I. "Tut, tut," said he. "I am quite sure that a man of your intelligence will see that there can be but one outcome to this affair.

It is necessary that you should withdraw. You have worked things in such a fashion that we have only one resource left. It has been an intellectual treat to me to see the way in which you have grappled with this affair, and I say unaffitedly that it would be a grief to me to be forced to take any extreme measure.

You smile, sir, but I assure you that it really would." "Danger is part of my trade," I remarked. "That is not danger," said he. "It is inevitable destruction." You stand in the way not merely of an individual, but of a mighty organization, the full

extent of which you, with all your cleverness, have been unable to realize.

“You must stand clear, Mr. Holmes, or be Trotten underfoot."”

"I am afraid," said I, rising, that in the pleasure of this conversation I am neglecting business of importance, which awaits me elsewhere. He rose also, and looked at me in silence, shaking his head, sadly. "Well, well," said he at last. "It seems a pity, but I have done what I could.

I know every move of your game. You can do nothing before or Monday. It has been a duel between you and me, Mr. Holmes. You hope to place me in the dark.

I tell you that I will never stand in the dark.

You hope to beat me. I tell you that you will never beat me. If you are clever enough to bring destruction upon me, rest assured that I shall do as much to you." "You have paid me several compliments," Mr. Moriati, said I.

"Let me pay you one in return when I say that if I were assured of the former eventuality I would in the interest of the public, cheerfully accept the latter, but not the other." He smiled, and so turned his rounded back upon me, and went peering and blinking out of the room. That was my singular interview with Professor Moriati.

I confess that it left an unpleasant effect upon my mind. His soft, precise fashion of speech leaves a conviction of sincerity, which a mere bully could not produce.

“Of course, you will say, "Why not take police precautions against him?”

The reason is that I am well convinced that it is from his agents, the blow will fall. I have the best proof that it would be so.

My dear Watson, Professor Moriati is not a man who lets the grass grow under his feet."

“I went out about midday to transact some business in Oxford Street.”

As I passed the corner which leads from Benting Street onto the well-beck street crossing, a two-horse van furiously driven, whizzed round, and was only like a flash.

Nice frang for the footpath, and saved myself by the fraction of a second.

The van dashed round by Malib and Lane, and was gone in an instant. I kept to the pavement after that Watson, but as I walked down via Street, a brick came down from the roof of one of the houses, and was shattered to fragments at my feet. I called the police and had the place examined. There were slates and bricks piled up on the roof preparatory to some repairs, and they

would have me believed that the wind had toppled over one of these, of course. I knew better, which I could prove nothing.

“I took a cab after that and reached my brothers' rooms in Pal Mal, where I spent the day.”

Now I have come round to you, and on my way, I was attacked by a rough with a bludger. I knocked him down and the police have him in custody. But I can tell you, with the most absolute confidence that no possible connection will ever be traced between the gentleman upon whose front teeth I have barked my knuckles, and the retiring mathematical coach, who is, I dare say, working out problems upon a blackboard

ten miles away. You will not wonder, Watson, that my first act on entering your rooms was to close your shutters, and that I have been compelled to ask your permission to leave the house by some less conspicuous exit than the front door.

I had often admired my friend's courage, but never more than now, as he sat quietly checking

“off a series of incidents which must have combined to make up a day of horror.”

You will spend the night here, I said. "No, my friend, you might find me a dangerous guest. I have my plans laid, and all will be well. Matters have gone so far now that they can move without my help as far as the arrest goes, though my presence is necessary for a conviction. It is obvious, therefore, that I cannot do better than get away for the few days which remain before the police are at liberty

to act. It would be a great pleasure to me, therefore, if you could come on to the continent with me." "The practice is quiet," said I, and I have an accommodating neighbor, "I should be glad to come." And to start tomorrow morning, if necessary. "Oh, yes, it is most necessary. Then these are your instructions, and I beg my dear Watson,

that you will obey them to the letter for you are now playing a double-handed game with

me against the cleverest rogue and the most powerful syndicate of criminals in Europe."

"Now, listen. You will dispatch whatever luggage you intend to take by a trusty messenger on a dressed to Victoria tonight. In the morning, you will send for a handsome, desiring your man to take neither the first nor the second which may present itself. Into this handsome you will jump, and you will drive to the strand end of the louther arcade, handing the address to the capman upon a slip of paper, with a request that he will not throw it away. Have your

fair ready, and the instant that your cab stops, dash through the arcade, timing yourself to reach the other side at a quarter past nine. You will find a small broom, waiting close to the curb, driven by a fellow with a heavy black cloak, tipped at the collar with red. Into this you will step, and you will reach Victoria in time for the continental express. Where shall I meet you? At the station, the second first-class carriage from the front

will be reserved for us. The carriage is our rendezvous then. Yes. It was in vain that I asked Holmes to remain for the evening. It was evident to me that he thought he might bring trouble to the roof he was under, and that that was the motive which impeled him to go. With a few harried words as to our plans for the morrow he rose and came out with me into the garden, clambering over the wall which leads into Mortimer Street,

and immediately wistling for a handsome in which I heard him drive away. In the morning, I abade Holmes' injunctions to the letter, a handsome was procured with such precaution as would prevent it's being one which was placed ready for us, and I drove immediately after breakfast to the Louthar Arcade, through which I hurried at the top of my speed. A broom was waiting with a very massive driver wrapped in a dark cloak. Who, the instant that I had

the carriage and dashed away again without so much as a look in my direction.

“So far all had gone admirably. My luggage was waiting for me and I had no difficulty in finding”

the carriage which Holmes had indicated, the less so as it was the only one in the train which was marked engaged. My only source of anxiety now was the non-appearance of Holmes. The station clock marked only seven minutes from the time when we were due to start. In vain I searched among the groups of travellers and leave takers for the live figure of my friend. There was no sign of him. I spent a few minutes in assisting a venerable Italian priest who was endeavouring to make a

porter understand in his broken English that his luggage was to be booked through to Paris.

Then having taken another look round, I returned to my carriage, where I found that the porter, in spite of the ticket, had given me my decrepit Italian friend as a travelling companion.

“It was useless for me to explain to him that his presence was an intrusion for my Italian was”

even more limited than his English, so I shrugged my shoulders, resignedly and continued to look out anxiously for my friend. A chill of fear had come over me, as I thought that his absence might mean that some blow had fallen during the night. Already the doors had all been shut and the whistle blown when my dear Watson said a voice. You have not even condescended to say good morning. I turned in uncontrollable astonishment. The aged ecclesiastic had turned his face towards me.

For an instant, the wrinkles were smoothed away. The nose drew away from the chin, the lower lip ceased to protrude and the mouth to mumble. The dull eyes regained their fire. The drooping figure expanded. The next, the whole frame collapsed again, and homes had gone as quickly as he had come. Cut evidence, I cried, how she startled me. Every precaution is still necessary, he whispered. I have reason to think that they are hot upon our trail.

There is Moriarty himself. The train had already begun to move as homes spoke. Glancing back, I saw a tall man pushing his wave furiously through the crowd and waving his hand as if he desired to have the train stopped. It was too late, however, for we were rapidly gathering momentum, and an instant later had shot clear of the station. With all our precautions, you see that we have cut it rather fine, said homes laughing. He rose and throwing off the black

classic and hat which informed his disguise, he packed them away in a handbag. Have you seen the morning paper Watson? No? You haven't seen about Baker Street then. Baker Street? They set fire to our rooms last night. No great harm was done. God heavens homes, this is intolerable. They must have lost my track completely after their bludgeon man was arrested. Otherwise they could not have imagined that I had returned to my rooms. They have evidently taken

the precaution of watching you, however, and that is what has brought Moriarty to Victoria. You could not have made any slip in coming? I did exactly what you advised. Did you find your

“broom? Yes, it was waiting. Did you recognize your coachman? No?”

It was my brother, my croft. It is an advantage to get about in such a case without taking a mercenary into your confidence, but we must plan what we are to do about Moriarty now. As this is an express and as the boat runs in connection with it, I should think we have shaken him off very effectively. My dear Watson, you evidently did not realize my meaning when I said that this man may be taken as being quite on the same intellectual plane as myself.

You do not imagine that if I were the pursuer I should allow myself to be baffled by so slight and obstacle, why then should you think so meanly of him? What will he do? What I should do? What would you do then? Engage a special?

But it must be late. By no means this train stops at Canterbury, and there is always at least a

quarter of an hour's delay at the boat he will catch us there. One would think that we were the criminals. Let us have him arrested on his arrival. It would be to ruin the work of three months. We should get the big fish, but the smaller would dart right and left out of the net.

What then? We shall get out at Canterbury. And then? Well, then we must make a cross-country journey

“to New Haven and so over to DM. Moriati will again do what I should do he will get on to Paris,”

mark down our luggage and wait for two days at the depot. In the meantime we shall treat ourselves to a couple of carpet bags, encourage the manufacturers of the countries through which we travel

and make our way at our leisure into Switzerland via Luxembourg and Bath.

At Canterbury, therefore, we are lighted. Only to find that we should have to wait an hour

“before we could get a train to New Haven. I was still looking rather rooffully after the rapidly”

disappearing luggage van which contained my wardrobe when homes pulled my sleeve and pointed up the line.

Already you'll see. Said he. Far away from among the Canterge woods there rose a thin spray of smoke.

A minute later a carriage and engine could be seen flying along the open curve which leads to the station. We had hardly time to take up place behind a pile of luggage when it passed with a

“rattle and a roar, beating a blast of hot air into our faces. There he goes, said homes,”

as we watched the carriage swing and rock over the points. There are limits you see to our friends intelligence, it would have been a Kuda Metra as he deduced what I would deduce and acted accordingly and what would he have done as he overtaken us. There cannot be the least doubt that he would have made a murderous attack upon me. It is, however, a game at which two may play. The question now is whether we should take a premature lunch here or run our chance of

starving before we reach the buffet at New Haven. Next time on Sherlock Holmes' short stories the adventure continues as homes and Watson arrive in Europe. Moriarty slips the net, Holmes has set for him and at the summit of a raging Swiss waterfall Holmes tackles the greatest mystery of all that eternal insoluble problem that all of us must face in the end. That's next time.

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